Every time I cry it feels like a part of my soul returns… Releasing the trauma/loss to make way for the soul to become whole.

People are in an abusive relationship with their own government…. Oopsie..
“They” have taken the role of God.. A false omnipresence, omnipotence.. Leading the lambs to…. Even if you do see, what can you do? Act within the framework but still see.

Maybe reality is an infinite regress of dreams. Maybe reality is one form of dream. Maybe we wake into a dream, we call reality. ~ Endless linguistic stumbling to describe the infinite.
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At the risk of sounding slightly absurd… You are and you are not God, reality speaks to you if you listen.

Translation ~ We’re along the same lines, we’re on the same wavelength, we are similar.