ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴍʏꜱᴛɪꜰɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴏɴᴇɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴄɪᴏᴜꜱɴᴇꜱꜱ, ʀ ᴇ ꜱ ᴏ ʟ ᴠ ᴇ ᴅ.
we are all born. we all die. being pushed through a portal from an infinite, unconfined, unlimited, ever expanding multiverse into a limited time space simulation, wearing a dense, gravity restrained, bodysuit restraint, is traumatic. for us all. all. of. us s u f f e r the likeness. t h e r e. it. is. the demystification of oneness consciousness, r e s o l v e d. the mystery of separation, s o l v e d. we all experience the trauma of being born into this temporary earth real
ᴀ ʙʟᴜɴᴛ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʙʟᴀᴍᴇ
Dearest Blamer: You are guilty. Perhaps you are in denial of your actions, words, behaviors and/or the relative consequences- guilty, nonetheless. You are guilty of finding fault in another whilst turning away from the faults that lie within. You are guilty of placing responsibility for your actions upon the heart, mind and shoulders of another, w h o, has already been carrying the weight of their own experiences, and, likely the burdens of the many more like you. Do I write