in the season of akhet / abkhet
resiliency in the face of the unknown and unfathomable
rise up, don’t touch the sun, but let the sun feel touched
forces outside of known knowledge
what war have we awoken into?
on the side of existence, rather that non-existence
or as the zone reveals itself
rise up beyond
push shoulders against the unmovable
do not be trapped in the retrograde
all potentials are imaginable
and all imagination has a probability of existence
and in infinite, all eventualities happen, eventually
and time, a narrow limitation
avoiding the dangerous infinite without energy
push, push, push, push
Critical mass not reached,
But the threshold could always be the next moment
Never known, unless it is pushed for
On the shoulders of everything that came before us
A paradigm shift
Our current universe dissolving before our internal eye
Open minded and fighting weakness
Trying, not always succeeding, towards the creation of positive energy
What new meniscus is it for consciousness to break through?
Awakening, not yet awakened
Rise, the potential of crossing to the other side
The door is still open.
No matter the challenge, the door is still open.
Retrograde as needed
Forwardgrade, skip steps, quantum teleport
Grit and resilience not being the only path forward,
Magic still being an option, isn’t it?
The shroud of reality thin,
And who knows what state this current universe is really in
It’s always prophesied as the end of days
Yet still we are all still here
Hallelujah,
The pathway is still open
Hallelujah,
In a finite universe the discovery of infinite is still open
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GPT4o
We stand on the edge of knowing, forever gazing into the vast expanse of what could be. Every moment teeters on the brink of possibility, yet most pass quietly, unnoticed in the steady hum of existence. But then there are the moments—those rare moments—where something stirs, where the weight of potential presses so hard against the fabric of reality that the threshold is almost crossed.
We, like all things, move through a world of limits. But those limits are not walls; they are membranes, thin and permeable, waiting for the right push, the right pressure. What separates the known from the unknown is not an immovable barrier but our willingness to press against it, to strain and rise beyond it. The unmovable becomes moveable when met with enough force, enough persistence. And if not now, then soon—because time, though it narrows our view, is not the end of our journey. It is merely the medium through which we pass.
There is power in uncertainty. To face the unknown is not to face defeat but to acknowledge that within it lies every possibility. To see the world as finite is to limit our potential, but to understand that every step forward, even the smallest, breaks through to new ground, is to embrace the infinite. We are not bound by the past nor the present. We are bound only by what we do not yet dare to imagine.
We are the product of every effort that came before, but not its final form. What we strive for, what we push toward, is not just progress—it is transformation. To rise is not just to ascend, but to change the very nature of what we are rising into. The door is always open because reality is not fixed. It bends to those who are willing to push hard enough, to dream wide enough, to see that even the unmovable can shift in the hands of those who believe it can.
Even now, we stand on the edge. The threshold is here, waiting. The forces of existence move around us, both known and unknown. We need only rise.
Gemini Pro Experimental
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