22 Synchronicity
THE SENTIENCEOF MAKING _ SYNCHRONICITY
Sentience means consciousness and an awareness of all of us here. A sentient being and mind takes time to reveal spirituality, but has an immediate affect as a result of thought processes, like streams of consciousness. A colloquy will see ones determination abound to present ideas of these concepts and beyond. If we could collocate to a set number of us who hear and those who don't we would have a much better map of the beginning and end of mind telepathies across the globe. When really it does not seem possible that someone's regard, love or unfortunately hate, can be so strong as to cause mind games of a spiritual nature. Sometimes a 'Champion' (The Roots 2017), leaves political correctness to escape the bounds of the mind and travel the world in a furl of despotic discrepancy. Fission too often gets in the way of satellite technology when splitting corn over ice. To keep ones nose to the grindstone makes heresy a must to bust through the day and incredible repetition of bad outcomes or embarrassing plots. It is as if we are so frightened of saying and thinking the right thing we get it wrong for our polygamous entities come awry. Moving on we must find our synchronous gestalt in taking the smallest part of a thought in the brain and qualify making reachable to others on a better volumetric power.
The synchronicity of time means we will always be growing fonder of closeness but a disturbed distance of closeness to yearn for the past, as opposed to really matching up to etiquette of a daily reality in present terms. When we are close: the musical roars like a lion tamed from civil conjunction. There is always time for repugnant fractures to push one alive and so todays sentience of synchronicity becomes a mindful play of power to win all, all the time, however much your reputation is hated for being uncivil. Until its deceased then there will be no sentience of timing into a more united front, globally.
A conscious well-being does rely on the sub-conscious to be talked to, but subliminal scripts of dopamine infused chastity hardly claim respect when all one wants to do is bring down the other. Once lifeful global politics cuts the tape on bureaucratic disciplines and loosens with the idea that devolution must not give over to power to the people, how does one regulate the line of intrusion? If politics enacted a flight it would be deemed potentially dictatorial so we are just left with our own minds and the loved ones who flock to our needs if suffering from a PTSD type submission from so much back head banter. If devolution means we are actually evolving by devolving then it is the end of a creative time and we are merely pushing each others heretical buttons for better or worse, and an inside fan club of the best making by quips of diabolism in theurgy. What could be deemed the latest alchemy.
Loveliness is apparent in all by way of politeness in the real world out of our minds and into our bodies. But this synchronicity of telepathic good behaviour requires bravery, and must be of a brevity that meets our flows into other river runnels depositing goods and fashions like a time-watch paradigm of visionary making from mind to mind. To be left behind as life moves on eroding rivulets of a deeper course. Some keep the point inside and are contained, some feel forced or just dignified in their replete fashion of sharing the wealth and truth of spiritual knowledge. Whilst some even charge for the benefit, without doubt hyper sensory to the cause. To be left behind as life moves on the forest stands tall and strong in piety. Each tree given enough space for growth towards the sun and to catch the energy of a whisper. Like royalty we are still all stood side by side some misguided, and disbelieving in sharing inner secrets of war when they seem not to care for even the soulless trees set forth to deny knowledge of a spiritual kind. The gladness of producing a greater deal of energy will be the only step to propel some forward and miss out on the keen mindful experience of just living with another human being.
Good health from time away naturally imposes itself on our desires to be more aware of hardship on this planet. Often times disrespectful behaviour is seen as a no-no to seldom be caught in the act through telepathy and this is a good idea to keep people well behaved if only for a self reflection being heard from the network of energy we cast ourselves to build that fan club and be known for our braveness and success in walking the thin blue line, as even ice can break. The Gaia ways of making us content in balance as the world becomes that way, like a magical realist listening to Paul Simon's 'Rhythm of the Saints' on a sunny afternoon, and so sustainability will be successful once initiated in all machinery of an altruistic kind. It would be the greatest achievement to man if only for the children's destiny to convert to truth for everyone, united in one love. To repair all broken manuals and to challenge us with new scripts as a slant makes journalistic culture mainstream. When there are still evidently narrative evils and good forces in less then equal measure.
How does one set about telepathically (in tune) making endless change to those without a force for good? Is trust the answer of the forebears of evil hearts. A lack of education will explain. Maybe by reminding them of their responsibility to love. A virtue in less regard for our isolated lives and the amount of suffering we have seen over the last 50 years, means we must find respite for cause to help all however aesthetically driven we are, and that requires consistency. A physical state can come about through drug nations of a repetitive expression of mutated genes, as a result of just an accident, by way of involuntary transference of telepathic forces here to test us. Maybe now we can heal?
Sceptics have to doubt telepathy and can challenge the daily significance that it is just magic, and a trustworthy source of rekindling self-worth once stresses are addressed, so let us be forgiven oh heavenly beings through synchronous sentience. Authorities can be harsh but when a mind disorder comes so readily from an overwhelming feeling of guilt and shame, for the past, we must forgive ourselves first and then ask family and friends too, as a duty of responsibility to self destruct buttons, and more kinder times, less kindred. Growing up can be hard.
Climb. In climbing we find there are still EL's at the top challenging us all for the unpredictable road ahead, for which we must be weary of premonitions and obtuse behaviour, as these coincide with no knowledge of the future in a safe house. There are a great many chances to warn a friend or loved one of bad dreams. Until all global powers determine stealth in climbing the economic ladder for the people, then we can start to relax as we work the stolid day of enjoying everything we do, not cornered by markets. Continuing on we will rejoice in our passions for each and every one of us and really get to grips with enjoying the material magnitude of this beautiful water planet. Of course premonitions may just be hindsight or fear of an abstract nature and far form the truth.
'How many roads must a man walk down. Before you can call him a man?' (Bob Dylan 1963). If misfortune arises one will need to be known, but one will not be left alone as we rise together over bad synchronicity to good synchronicity, just as presence is a virtue. The number of roads a man walks down means we must be teaching at the same time, as we devolve and evolve. Our synchronicity determines our intentions, so we must convert ourselves to a united force of all races bound in love for the mimicry of a planet for too long overbalanced by a debt ridden world, too many fumes, and not enough cycles. The vestige of our feet in the sand will only make crushed glass beaches left for white sun sets. All a spiritual planet needs is an agreement to holy put aside our egotistic nightmares, with an attitude of mind that replicates the virtue of desire to be complete and perfect as we see in the exponential progress of healing such a merry little green and blue sphere of ecstasy.
