Not the magic. Not the science. Not the overlays.

It’s right in front of you, and you’re made of the way of travel and relation within it.

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No, not »that flower. The invisible ‘flowing one’ within that it is the physical extremity of. The one that was born not for ‘mating’ but for »travel (and relation) in the dimension of The Origins. That flower. The flow – er. The pollen-self-you.

The flower in the garden? That is the Living Portal. The flow er that is ‘before your mind, and from which mind descends’… that is the … vehicle that enters the hyperstructure through the flower. Or, for example, a living eye.