Yesod
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Once, I walked upon Yesod. It is alive, a vast expanse of breathing amethyst.
My feet sank into its soft surface, a gentle tickle accompanying every step.
A shallow tide of phosphorescent water washed over the Sephira, fresh and glowing.
When I sat, they revealed the cosmos to me: constellations waking to life before my eyes.
Witnessing the eternal cycle of stars being born and dying. Galaxies vast, timeless and eternal.
In the beginning, everything was at an end, and at the end, everything begins again.
It’s all happening without us. If no one is in space to witness the birth of a planet, does it exist?
Baptized in the purple waters of our unconscious. The ocean of opium and Jasmine soaks my body and consciousness and becomes interchangeable with truth and peace.
Correspondences connect like synapsis. I awaken to reality in a dream.
