Welcome To Planet Earth

Gaia

Sitting up with the refreshing, indifference of flexible, fluidity of energies hooking into algorithms of perceived matter in our creative non-fiction, the preservation of our energies co-exist with them, transferring the offsprings of particles to solidify the demands of interferences that are amongst us. We are neither halted by time nor is time a pervasive element that is gratified in this dimension. There is no time, but the lapses in our quantum memory...When I am typing this, I am simply storing all sorts of collective data in my memory again, having it taken already to the Akashik Records if it really does contain all sorts of information in other dimensions we can not see. In the remote substance of duality, there are paradoxes upon paradoxes in our systematical universe. Finding this paradox means wanting to experience automation again, yet knowing automation will kill us when we least expect it. Visions of imaginative, iridescent blurbs scavenging for the secrets of the universe, slipping through the zealous attempts at enjoying the, you only live once model. 

Without our confinements or protocols of automation, the fusion of energies from all sorts of areas rush in, watching us in little corners where we peak at them, gently studying their fields of which repair themselves momentarily. Many of those particles are beastly trembles and shudders of unfathomable ruckus, trying to find a hideout for its sufferings. Steadily, they vanish when the transmission has been intercepted.

Whichever the case may be, Gaia tells us not to worry. 

Just leave them to me.