My fantasy, your reality.
The biggest critic at the end of the day is you. For criticism of beauty and perfection has become the absolute death of us hidden in today’s artistry, the creation of the critic lies behind the creation of self; becoming who you deserve to be. The creator had to become the absolute figment of his own imagination to realise that that doesn’t exist for any good reason. We do now, you and me. In what we want to call our own life. We are the self makers. The higher purpose of what we mean. Love, light, memorable thoughts and of course the beauty in all art and it’s true position in our lives. Not society, the monster of self creation. It was and is still real. The secret. Something that would leave my body after betraying myself in different timelines. For I was my own creation, my own spark, my own critic, my own divine relationship with music and it’s true purpose for me and it’s purpose for every single living thing around me. All cryptic.
I love you all so much from the heavens we see high, so let me also be the force behind you and the hand for you to hold as I guide you through what we all have to offer, the true ability to not only love but the true ability to feel it in every sense of it’s true hidden meaning. I’m blessed. Our alignment, our soul purpose. For I have consumed what is the death of the consumer. And through this the creation of our new set of beliefs was made to ensure we will live together forever.
Love, light & våken.
Pip Alexander Thomas the Saviour.