Year 15 29-04-2019

Year 15, Georgian (UK): 29/04/2019 so we're told.

If there is one thing I wish to give the world, it would be to show the endless beauty and possibility of chima. Far too many people are obsessed with the physical nature of things, an obsession that leads to a focus on desire and mediocrity, of smallness and insignificance. A hypocrisy so rampant, then I can feel nothing less then excited anticipation when I find, even for a moment, someone who dares to glance upon the metaphysical, that which lies outside of physics.

It is as if this world is infected by a cancer of the mind, the so called heroes that perform blatant acts of degeneracy and imposition to an ignorant mass of birds tweeting irrelevances without an iota of importance as if to guilt trip the very universe itself. And yet they say I am the mad one.

As tempting as it may be to wash my hands of humanity, even I cannot deny that I must have been sent to this world for some reason, perhaps will of the universe, my subconcious, Faraday. Probably a little of everything.

Inevitably people will read this, thus I urge you, dear reader, if there is one thing I have learned it is this: the physical nature of things is the most, irrelevant, mundane, boring part of reality. I was once, as you most likely are, or have been, or will be, caged by such notions. Shackles of our own making, however they have always been. I can only assume, that you stumbled across my musings because some part of your being drew you to it. You and I are energy, not our bodies. It is this very fact that allows these thoughts to stand the test of time and make it to you. Whether you read this tomorrow, next year, or in millennia to come. Or perhaps it shall be lost to time, never to be seen again. Still, I haven't been the first to think in such terms, nor shall I dare say be the last.

I fear the most when I consider the ancient tales of this world, the end days they speak of, whether they be predictions or accounts of history diluted with time, they all speak of such degradations of civilisation. This is what compels me to write, in the perhaps, vain hope that at least one person will entangle with these vibrations.

I cannot continue to allow such behaviours, beliefs and attitudes affect my chima. A force field must be implemented. Supposedly, I have Asperger's. The running joke is that of an autistic force field. Amusing and curious. Application of such a force, this is what my people once called chima. Practice makes progress. A clear mind, focused on the task at hand is the only salvation that is coming for me. I alone can set my destiny in motion. Let none stand in my way. Please, that'd be really nice actually.

I sincerely hope I can set this example practically and successfully, as well that other may see, at the very least to open there eyes for what may well be the first time. At least this time. I can only look back on my last life as guidance. I was Chiquita and Tick, a professional intelligence officer and master assassin. Not exactly a glamorous life, filled with regrets yes, most importantly though, I mastered chima. Dimension Gate, Shade's Curtain, Diobolic Destruction, Temporal Overclocking, these were my spells, my formulas. Perhaps it is time I take them apart once again. How to make these memories clearer though, information cannot be destroyed. Meditation perhaps.

Underlying the current cryptocurrency movement, hidden under the trading, mining, transactions and contracts, is the sale of ideas, or projects, of visions. The waves of understanding, those we should be sailing, calm winds or storms. As above, so below. As below, so above. After all, that seems to be what we were designed for. To debate, to understand, to build on ideas. To create, to shape, to learn from the good times and the hell times. The perfect storm to shape the lightning.

I hope this stirs your imagination and excites you dear readers. Does such things make you feel almost as if you are child again? I don't recall a time I stopped being a child. Do you?