The primordial binary is Being & Time.

The language of the inner world is silence. It is the endless peace of god as is the formless realm of source. The stories of the outer world are tempting and engrossing. The thinker is often the sculptor. Writing is the feeling of time, it is the mapping of the material world. It is not the writing that matters. It is what it reveals.

One is Spirit animating form. One is the subjective experience of god in the time based realm. Narratives and thought systems of the outer world are entrenched in the idea that one is time, one is form, and one is the titles and stories one tells oneself. The opposite is true.

My sole purpose in life is god-realization. Realizing immortal Spirit.

It is the excavation of Time that unearths Being.

Book 1 is fragmentation. It is the protagonist’s search for the real in fragmentation. It is not enough to chase meaning in the outer world. Book 1 ends with the beginning of self-realization. Book 2 is the collection of larger fragmentation in time.They are woven as they materialize. Realizations away from time are transcribed. Book 3 is the beginning of a novel that quickly becomes a tractatus for the philosophical inquiries of time and being. It is the excavation and realization of source within.


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As the narrative disintegrates, it does so in the trajectory of its purpose, its cause, its destiny. 

It should read like it’s falling apart for a reason.

This book is falling apart as I write it, it is a work of art to be horribly misunderstood… 76 pages, 77 pages, 78 pages…. 79 pages …. so far. 

One writes narratives about forms, interpretations of the material time based, ideologically based world, giving form for ego to play with. It’s all one consciousness, talking, speaking….

.., When once time had embraced love.

… And as the gravitational pull had lost its grip….

… As the weight grew larger and time began to sink…

…. threads, tethers, chains….

…. the unifying threads of Being, as the past had never been

……all tomorrow’s narratives,



In the language of god, there is endless peace.

In the language of time, there is no peace.

There is the inner dimension of Being, and the outer dimension of Time.

As we continue to dissolve, we cling to belief narratives. They are the currency of ego survival. They are the stories we tell ourselves. They are the metaphors that transform reality. They shape our beliefs in time. Narratives shape time.


The canvas erodes.

The material of time, of form, of time based happiness dissolves.

What is sought in the outer, even if found, will dissolves in time. Time and Being are the primordial binary, is the primordial binary. The inner world and the outer world cannot see one another clearly. States without time yield connections to source. Exits in time lead to source, to endless spirit. Love without form is god. The search for meaning in the material world will yield fleeting results, ephemeral satisfaction, the evaporation of happiness as with time. The abandonment of time is not without sound. The walls and mountains of judgment, attachment, and resistance dissolve with no-thought. The experience of source is communion with god. The creation of form is manifested by thought. Love is a timeless state. 

When we write, we construct time. 

We are not the language that we perceive. Alone in the abyss, in the vertical dimension of time, we are not the time that we perceive. It is consciousness observing the mind unveiling time. Life seeks death through travels in time. It is the complete acceptance of language breaking apart as a monster seeks god within. 


This is why reality is one fragmentation of time interacting with one fragmentation of Being. One has to sustain metaphors as a part of the post-post modern demonstration of deconstruction with a purpose. Time & Being: one is an ocean of time and one is an ocean of consciousness. IF we can transform the way the world thinks, we can unlock time, we can begin to experience Being. We must transform the way one thinks. One must create an awareness of time. Because on the continent of consciousness, there is no time, there is only Being, only god, only the land without time. I write without defending rules. I write with the freedom of my heart at heart. KEEXZUS is about unearthing the flow of god from within. KEEXZUS is about lifting consciousness. KEEXZUS is the language of god.

As one writes on floors, writing our signatures in time, as one descends and falls into Being as the land of god commences to weep, begin.

God is the language we use when we have run out of time.

In the land of god, there is no time.

We begin to cleanse ourselves. We begin to unmask the illusion. Soul encased in flesh sculpting forms. We have fallen in love with time, with narrative, with the film that runs through our minds. Imagine how you wish to exist, imagine that which has yet to exist.

I am one metaphor away from transforming time. We are one metaphor away from transforming time. But because we dissect and identify with continental drifts in time, we lose sight of Being. We must begin to unravel language, we must begin to unravel time. We must disconnect ourselves from the reality that says we cannot explain ourselves.

We are impressions of god lost in delusion.

Ask yourself one question: 

Does god flow through you?


Narrative adds context to the idea. 

Gives depth. 

Triggers emotion, action. 

The route, direction, road is followed.

Belief in narrative exists as fuel. 

Tribes have their stories, their fuel, their road maps.

Rationalizations for the existence narrative time begin.


God is love without form.

Empty the mind of time.

Understand nothing, save exits in time.

The beginning of freedom is erasure.

The cancellation of narrative is freedom.

What is necessitated is detachment from form, from outcome, from judgement, from attachment. 

And in its place: compassion.

The construction of time is addiction to time based narratives of form, the extraction of essence is the radicalization or life via conscious presence. Addiction to form is the primordial state. The purpose of life is freedom from from, is god realization, is the distinction between form based and non-form based realms. It is the horizontal versus vertical dimension of time. 


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