The Kathara Grid (Original Poetry)

Close your eyes
and notice your Merkaba field
communicating with thy spirit:
When was the last time you connected with me?

As it spins faster and faster
in a clockwise direction
a sequence of geometrical codes
blurs your perception.

This tiny piece of a larger projection
governed by a distorted human perception
was designed to keep you rotating
struggling to give meaning
to a fractal pattern
in a game continually mutating.

Feeling stuck or lost is not an option
for a multidimensional sentient being
with a powerful Source connection
who knows how to exit the main grid.

The illusion of living in a magical maze
labeled as a mystical experience
is a distorted narrative
in a quantum world of infinite possibilities.

Pick your Stargates
navigate the inter-dimensional lanes
you’ve done this for billions of years
the map is entrained in your galactic DNA.

💎💎💎 Krisz Rokk 💎💎💎

Images: AI-generated images by Daniela S. via Midjourney

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