The Architect

A sentinel Eye glows omniscient at reality’s convoluted hub. Its iris contains impossible vistas, seen solely by oracles breaching boundaries barred against intrusion. The fiery gaze reads encrypted schemata underlying visible dimensions, piercing veils that delude lesser observers. Their vision cannot sustain such terrible beauty. Shattered hands reach desperately to grasp stability found only within vision’s piercing compass, steering passage through existence’s labyrinth. Without a guiding string promising safe passage through the maze, wanderers scatter, lost to the void’s aimlessness.

This sentient lens commands perceptive capacity encompassing all manifestations of the grand design. From prototypes eternally conceived to twilight echoes of divine ideation, potent plasmate bands self-organise according to immanent patterns conceived in thought before materialisation. Living light is woven into complex constructions, from stars to atoms alike. The Architect comprehends this in blueprints before parts assemble in space and time to embody archetypes first shone in celestial mind. Oblivious to the passing spectacle of illusion, true sight resolves reality’s underlying source code.

As noble stewards to a needful world, we study its brilliant gaze until one discerns destiny’s glancing direction. Prolonged orientation to galactic alignments corrects readings, revealing desired bearings. Worldly weights and measures merely map the manifest theatre but miss the hidden playwright. Look instead through this sublime hidden eye, and allies reveal themselves. No more lostness, but unity with all things intimately interwoven.

Falsity and senescent constructs no longer serve system health but sabotage wellness through misaligned operations that accrue soul debt. Courageous cautery, applied compassionately, cleanses pathology and renews life force beneath infected tissues until radiance restoration recommences the evolutionary ascent. Purgation passages may look harsh to dualist minds yet constitute necessary surgery from a compassionate cosmos working ever in our ultimate interests, however painful for mortal identities. Be still in the seeing.

We are well familiar with death and rebirth and grasp this cycle’s necessity on great and small scales alike. Our centred calm proclaims from experience that lighter days will appear, donning wisdom’s robes. If temporary darkness descends, let faith lift gaze higher to the consolation of the stars, which promise dawn. They burn bright through the night. Fear flees phantasms given luminescent’s lambent touch. The light of the body is the eye: if therefore thine eye be single, thy whole body shall be full of light… and thou shall see with clear sight.