wayvy weekly //// [what is the cost of freedom?]
Many of us, myself included, have never tasted true freedom. From being beholden to our parents, to being beholden to our governments to being beholden to our (false) financial system. To truly be free, we must liberate ourselves from the ideas that keep us trapped. The ideas that keep us stagnant and tell us that we are unable to do the impossible. That miracles are beyond our capabilities. This is not true. However, one must be comfortable with the uncomfortable transformation process that allows one to harness our divine rite. Certainly, if you’re reading this, you are one of the few chosen to usher in a new generation of miracles. However, heavy is the head. The true price of freedom is willingly returning to captivity in order to free your brothers and sisters. To forgo the trappings of our material society in order to access higher frequencies. To be an outcast, an outsider, rejected by those who you love the most. Yet still, to be able meet their confusion with love. For if they could see themselves from God’s eyes, they would know that they too can perform miracles. If they were only to believe as we do. How eager we are to forsake ourselves and our inheritance for comforting lies. Let today be the last time.
THE MIRACLE WORKER
For the wayvywork of the week, we have here featured THE MIRACLE WORKER. I don’t know how much time you spend thinking about the process of human perception, but I dedicate quite a bit of time to it. From the moment I learned that the mantis shrimp has twelve colour cones as opposed to human’s three, I was fascinated by the concept that there are animals that can perceive colours that humans can’t even imagine! But I digress. We exist in a 3D space with 2D perception. If a ball was to be moving towards us and shrinking at a proportional rate, we would not be able to perceive its movement. It is operating under this logical framework that THE MIRACLE WORKER presents its thesis. Overlapping dimensions, collapsing realities and directed divinity that is only possible within the cracks of the universe. And there, we find the miracle worker looking back at us, manipulating the very strings that hold us together, oscillating at a gentle frequency that is almost imperceptible to the uninitiated, but resonant with those who know. God’s hand holds the rapidly swirling universe, everything that we know and can experience, in his palm. The blues and pinks radiate outwards and create life in the greens and yellows and reds of the piece. The purples, a colour frequently associated with royalty, serve as the base of the piece as the prophets sent to lead us stare at us confrontationally from behind the chaos, seemingly unbothered by the winds whipping around him. It is this calm that I seek to emulate in life despite constant hardships, uncertainty and pain. Simply to exist in this state, in the center of existence, is a miracle. Much like you reading this sentence. I love you. Stay wayvy <3.
