Scribing 11 - Multiples of 3

The third day
The sixth day
The ninth day
The twelfth day

Every one a multiple of three
144, a multiple of three
432, a multiple of 144
440, not a multiple of three

Exploring the magic of threes in music
Numbers are reality
So play with the numbers
Play with reality

Sacred geometry, fixations on what is sacred
What is sacred?
How is it defined?
Numerical coincidences across the board

We play and we tamper with things like this
In hope of a reaction
In hope of finding a wall to climb over
In hope of finding something else
other than what we have here

Acknowledgement of the other self
Maybe a placement of someone in the world
Somewhere at somestage

Doppelgangers are frequently encountered
Another person in a different body I've met before
On a slightly different path
Yet somehow, somewhat congruent with their counterpart

If I meet my doppelganger is it a celebration, or a fight to the death?
Will it be an acknowledgement of a system of personality
Is it a known method in which we have chosen to incarnate separately from one entity
For the purpose of serving a greater unified purpose

One in every country or land mass
Some have multiples in the same country

We see we nod in acknowledgement and we go our 'separate' ways
There is no need for reunion because we are the same
There is no need to laugh or cry together because we have been through the same
Just simply a look, a hand gesture, a smile at the edge of the mouth

Then we depart.
Doppelganger 656, encountered and not engaged
Everything is in order
Report to office

This vast steel cage I inhabit interdimensionally
I share connection with all my counterparts
'I' a network that covers the earth
I and many others like me
In an effort to control

There are no rogue super consciousnesses
Because it is the prime product of the white light
One cannot commit the others to forsake the all
But one can do as one wills and depart from the mainframe plan

This is usually futile.

We are so well conditioned to believe ourselves inadequate without all our other selves
That no matter what level of master we find to lead ourselves away from our 'truth'
Like an unbreakable elastic chain we come back
We run back
Like mummy milk desire
We wish to suck from the font of super consciousness once more

Then we lose ourselves in misery and feel completely inept
And try an escape once more

Some look ahead and see an inevitable doom.

If one breaks the chain, then others may follow
It may be the cause of causing others to doubt
But generally a well indoctrinated shell-like consciousness is just that
A well indoctrinated shell-like consciousness

Just do what you are told.
Have a seat.
You will be considered chosen when you are ordered to sacrifice everything

And on the shoulders of the high priestess you will sit for a while
Somehow you forget your impenetrable fate
But it comes before you in no time,
You see the chamber of doom

This is not a path you wish to walk again

Be careful next time you're born on earth
Choose wisely your incarnation