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26/12/2011 by admin.
As the projector flickers new particles of truth unfold like a rainbow of trust and solitude. The sky changes colour from a blue to a nightmarish black and the thunder can be heard in the realm of Gods and angels which awakens the lion that is guarding the key to the carousel of success. The streams in the imagination of the projector start to overflow and the flickering gets more pronounced, new dimensions come into being and the life forms locked in other landscapes of cosmology bliss come into view as a cohesive whole becomes the norm. New colours dance back and forth through the ether and the seasons of cosmological instigation become obsolete. The merry go round starts to speed up and this time the mixed soup of life forms are transfixed on this new form of reality. As the king of the cosmological landscape takes up his position in a contest with the aforementioned lion the key glows like embers of truth and the dissected rainbow dances to the flicker of the 6th dimensional projector. Suddenly the fish tank of home being means nothing as nature seems to take second place in this new slate of progressive action and the key is torn from the lion like a thief would steal your last breath. The projector stills and the ghosts of nature fall back into their resting state as cosmological bliss takes hold on the situation. The landscape of cosmological instigation starts to settle as lifeforms return to there usual home in the fish tank they reside in. The rainbow becomes whole again and the projector starts to function like a fresh gift of thanksgiving leaving all the enemies at the gate of hell to await their judgement. This time the war is averted but the lion is on the prowl and time waits for nobody not even the spirits of the upper realm of Gods. So be careful what you wish for.
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