We have been living in this game of the matrix for a long, long time. The collective mind of our race believes that it is real and this has been the problem all along. I can tell you, the stronghold of thought is shifting over to those with the consciousness of awareness. This action is seeping into our daily moments and the result feels surreal.
Memories from my past, snipped into tiny pieces until not much but the sensation of it is left to remember, are tapping on the windows, knocking at the door. It makes for great clarity when faced with thoughts coming through the matrix. Mine, not mine, not mine, not mine, mine. I am safe, I am loved.
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