Trapped by minds blind ego, and suffocated with self limiting belief systems, the inner divine struggles to comprehend the nagging wake up. Content in slumber, and fear of proceeding through the veils of dense fog, the catalyst and chain of events leave deeper footprints in the sands of non existent time. Perceptions of memories change, and the blind slowly start to see. Rhythmic drumming of mothers earths heartbeat felt by the deaf slowly begin to hear. Moments of clarity are aligned with the warming rays of father sun. Spirits divine plan is executed and will continue unfaltering and exactly as it should. The royal ball of divine intervention and absolute truth hosts a masquerade. Balance dances with shadows as synergy finds the blissful rhythm. Dance after dance intuition lifts heavy burdensome masks, slowly darkness is transformed into light. The heaviest mask is the one worn, painfully and slowly love accepts the last dance, strong intentions dissolves the mask of ball and chains. Shining brighter than ever, the ending of this masquerade is the only the beginning of what is to become.
