On Earth As It Is In Heaven

LUCID LORE

On Earth As It Is In Heaven

I am Disciple 0, a free spirit wandering the crowd, my aura fluttering as I pass people by. Most swat, thinking I’m a fly, while some stop and wonder. I am here and tangible, though only a few have been able to see me, hear me, hold me, and love me. You’d think I was invisible or ceased or was never here to begin with. A figment, and yet this existence I am carrying out is becoming more vivid and alive with each breath I take, past the phase of ascension, I extend now, forever beaming.

I am Disciple 0, and I follow my heart. It took me a while to feel it beating and even longer to hear its whispers. Now it gleans, a constant pulse of shimmering light waves reverberating sheens of audible vibrations. Do not think I haven’t fallen to get here, truly from the bottom from whence I came, and the encodings of how low I stooped will always be stored in the marrow of my bones, forever tingling with fear.

I am Disciple 0, a huge, lonely dweeb that nobody cares to approach. A cellophane clown whose strangeness is a repellant to the beige masses. A Starseed walking the spiraling tightrope between dark and light, a sorrowful undertone to my laughter, from a knowing that my soul took on the world’s suffering to perceive pure bliss. A disembodied franchise of the Source willing to sacrifice volition for freedom, tickling the Divine to intervene.

I am Disciple 0, finding good company in Solitudes community. Singing with the local choir, our divided gospels affect the global ecosystem by pushing the agenda of cyclical nature. In Heaven, I roam alongside billions and billions of diverse archetypal angels, sacred geometry embedded in every sinew, and there’s a blooming economy of relationships. I see you no different than I as you walk upon Earth, another apple in the tree with an indistinguishable taste, patiently waiting to be picked before the elements sweep you away.

We are Disciple 0, on Earth as it is in Heaven.

SYNCHRONICITY STREAM:

(4/13 – 4/19) It’s a Holy Week

A TAROT SERMON

🃏(0) The Fool / The Muse / Tickled by the Free Spirit

A real Fool knows that life is suffering, right out of the womb, and you can’t help but cry. A Muse would know to turn all that pain into fools gold. Free Spirit drops the trauma identity, believing the Universe is conspiring to make them laugh, and lives a tale narrated by all the Divine interventions in every serious interaction because you can’t tickle yourself.

Stop bonding over annoyances and start connecting over blessings.

🌟(17) The Star / Evolving Light Codes

Every star has its core. A place where gravity pulls everything together. A mass where things can grow and evolve from. A home where the energy that has stayed out past curfew can sneak back into. Take a deep cycle of breath… And another… One more… Exhale as much breath as you can…

Now point to your center. Breathe in.

💓(45) Heart / 10 of Portals (Cups)

Using your heart as your compass is no easy philosophy to live by. It’s often assumed that following your heart is all rainbows and unicorns when in actuality, the heart asks for some pretty ballsy and demanding tasks of you. It’s a real hard-core, long-term relationship where the love will break you open.

Speaking of relationships, out of all the things you interact with, what are your top 10 most flirtatious connections? (..And least intimate..?)

ASTROLOGY + HOLY WEEK = HEAVEN ON EARTH

🌴(4/13) Palm Sunday

Welcome Jesus into your heart. Not in a weird, religious way, but genuinely, with an intentional interest in loving yourself and thy neighbor as if we are all messiahs in one way or another.

Expand rather than ascend.

🐏(4/16) Mercury enters Aries

You may as well say it. Say what you mean and mean what you say. It’s better to hash it out via communication rather than risk always being misunderstood, even to yourself.

Speak your thoughts, how do they resonate out loud?

🙏(4/17) Maundy Thursday

It doesn’t matter what happens and you can’t control what takes place. Only how you receive and respond to situations will matter in the end. When shit hits the fan and you find yourself praying, pleading, and wishing, remember to give thanks.

Only you can answer a prayer.

🦁(4/18) Mars enters Leo / Good Friday

Do we have free will, and do we even want it? What if, by sacrificing our volition, we gain freedom? Leading with heart and moving with core implies going against our egotistical nature to satisfy an instantaneous craving for a more aligned lifestyle. To follow the muse means to trust your intuition.

Heaven is where the heart is.

🐂(4/19) Sun enters Taurus

It’s time to graze on our fruits and vegetables, using sticky fingers to braid our hair. Nuzzle the wildflowers, exfoliating our skin with the dirt. Splay upon the grass, letting the sun charge your centers. Worship the Earth.

Be a little dippie hippie.

THE COSMIC JOKE : Communion Tastes Like Mushrooms

There was a knocking at my heart, and because I was on mushrooms, I was particularly susceptible to allowing every pore of my being to open. So, I swung them golden gates on their hinges, and lo and behold, Jesus Christ the Lord Himself walked right on through in the guise of a green, purple, gold, and silver halo accompanied by an overwhelming feeling of wholeness and holiness.

I felt like Mary, mid-labor with the light of the world, loving so perfectly, it hurt so good. I eventually looked at the calendar to discover it was Passover (2022), but I had no idea what that meant. I’m not Christian or religious, and I have idols from all over the world occupying my home, none of whom are from Christianity. Plus, my relationship with God is complicated. So how in tarnation did Jesus come to journey through my heart, and at such a coincidental time?

This vision didn’t convert me, but it did persuade me to learn more about Christ consciousness and Christian mysticism, another branch of occultism so rich and robust that it’ll occupy me for a lifetime. Since having witnessed the coming of Christ as a non-follower myself, it has deepened my beliefs about how powerful the collective stories are in creating tangible archetypal energies to be seen, heard, held, and loved.

From my current understanding, I don’t see any harm in allowing Jesus into my heart to be the interpreter of its beats. Now, I have a photo of Jesus I found at a local treasure store next to my front door as a reminder to let the homie in.

Whatever that means to you,

The Cosmic Joke