The free radical is “primum momentum” –
the spirit of the first moment,
which blows where it wants to,
as coincidence.
“The third” in the name of the first,
whom you call in your prayers
and get to know with your reason.
But when you are measured by him,
you will no longer be
the first or the second of this world,
but the triune of the other world.
Do not be a cylinder of darkness with two faces,
of heaven and earth of your own reflection,
if you are given a quadrature
with twelve edges,
eight vertices
of six faces of a cube,
so that you do not lose all the edges
and vertices of your own face.
For who will be able to measure you,
and who will you be able to measure,
if you become a cylinder of the plane of eternity,
instead of a cube of eternal resurrection?
When subtraction and addition
turn into their circle,
there is no path anymore, only fact.
But the factor of the left in the right and the right in the left
of the black-and-white world,
the visible light in the dark
and the invisible darkness in the light
is extinguished as a result.
And day by day
the lords of darkness
come out from the light into the plane sight.
How will they dance
if they danced with the light
that is now extinguishing?
And the sparks in the eyes of the darkness
that danced with the darkness day by day
are coming to the fore
and they will dance their spring dance
when the darkness disappears.
Man to a man
is like a train on a single track
that runs opposite to each other.
But when they come face to face,
he only sees himself
and quickly turns into a roundabout
of the chosen direction.
Woe to all those
who turn right without thinking,
like the hands of the clock in the clockwise direction,
for they will sink into the bottomless black hole
of their present forever.
And blessed are all
who gently flow in the counter clockwise direction,
for life will bubble from their presence
now and forever.
There is no big bang,
you came from a roundabout
and in this time you are returning into one.
You only choose the direction of eternity
and you will choose it yourself.
If you only keep the word,
you are not one within one,
but a vision that describes reality.
But your reality is just a vision in roadless areas
that can no longer find its way.
Where will you go
if you are no longer a step within your step,
and where will the one in you go
if you are nowhere to be found?
Beware that you do not become the one inside of you
who is forever walking
only from the world of no one
to the world of nowhere,
when you will fall asleep
as “the one” who has been looking for you
on all paths.
All horizons are only the stock market of life,
and only the vertical
is the mathematics without a feedback.
And yet everything originates from it,
and as long as you are not in it,
you are only its illusion
of the fading horizons without limits.
But when the summarum defines your sum,
you will live forever.
There was a time of times
when man awakened man’s dreams.
Now is the time
when man will awaken man,
but there will be no more times.
All the masters of time
are losing their tools,
and blessed are they
if they at least kept their hands.
When man will be allowed to himself
as what he is – only a living vision –
he will write and speak what he hears,
and become known to himself
through all others
and know that the secret of life is himself
and that only his own dream blinds him.
“He was talking,
but he was only talking to himself.
He was writing,
but he was only writing to himself.
Will he stand or fall when he reads?”
This is how God knows man.
You will remain you
and there will be no one else left
to defend or validate you.
But infinity will become
your born self in front of you,
which you dreamed of
and lived through others.
Through the prophets,
it stepped in front of dream faces
and whispered to you in streams,
but it was not able to do more
against the power of your dreamworld.
Did you let it have reality?
Or did you push it
into the dreamworld of Advent wreaths
as a real person?
How will you get up on the day of your birth
if you burned out in Advent?
Man, turn to the sky,
because the time of Advent is passing,
so that your own hands do not bind you,
because only they can untie your “I exist”.
For you do not know
that there will never be another “after”,
never another one after the twelve,
that you live now in your pre-time.
The Spirit of Truth