From the depths of my psyche appears a relative reality, my conscious contains the godhead of totality. Within this continuum I perceive evolution, organically accelerated by divine retribution. Transitions of light prepare me for my travel, as my pineal transcends me at it unravels. As my soul leaves my body I prepare for this flight, in a deep trance I leave and begin such a plight. The spirit within me travels through particles, my existence transverses with the aid of botanicals. The linearity of time, it crumbles and falls, as I hear the voice of the astral call.
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