Message

The Architects (Guardians) of the Code

The energies of the cosmos do not merely distort your reality. They permeate and saturate all space, all layers of promise belonging to any mind.
That mind is one. It contains something fragmented within itself, like a system glitch, where ideas, the original program, impede further learning through certain viruses capable of altering the primary structure of the code.
"Who is that?"
"The Architects of the Code."

We have spoken before about these alterations and how they affect the delivery of information to you.
You approach with caution or with trust, yet you dive into and study utterly meaningless files, like empty boxes.
Something tells you that something is missing, that something was omitted, but you do not know what was omitted because you did not have access to it. You only have access to the memory of your soul that speaks of your mission of unity, of uniting the interests in the search for the single seed of origin.
And you plunge into that search, bypassing those viral stations placed like traps along your path.
You immerse yourself in the purity of the original code, which feels familiar to you, like a native home. Where it is warm and cozy, where you want to focus your attention, melt into your own feelings, recover lost happiness.
You seek that chance, you ask, you demand.
But each time you dive into those voids of needlessly scribbled files, into the information deliberately presented to you, you are mistaken and fail to notice the circular motion you perform day after day.
"Gray everydayness"—you say—faceless forms of the surrounding space, as if the reality in which you are accustomed to see yourself is not real, as if something is missing in it—something bright, saturated, true.

Now those categories and catalogs that were hastily hidden and erased from the horizon of your memory are being uploaded to you. Your days will begin to unfold with unimaginable conversations, wondrous dreams, incredible ideas.
Like an archaeologist, you will delve into those true origins that dwell in your memory, taking care in advance of that comfort in which you must truly remain, so that you may have the opportunity to sink into yourself as accurately and deeply as possible, avoiding any influences on your own willful decision to live.

To live not by someone else's decree or by the will of third parties, but to live according to that design and likeness that you consider your home. 🙏