Crossroads...

Balance of course is a necessity of any operation, as the truths unfold as all truths being equally valid and equally capable of canceling themselves out in the void of dissolution. Stability, roots, the trees sinking deep within the earth, which itself appears stable. None of these are true.

Balance is a hard concept to wrap about (especially because of what is assumed to be “True” and the desire to beLIEve), even more difficult when the Will has yet to be revealed. For then, no things can be held against the prism of Venus. The Law, balanced under Will.

What of it at this juncture? Seemingly spinning threads and weaves without a clue to the patterns yet, but a small inkling, an insight into what will be. Things to refine, the dross to be burned away. Perhaps just madness.

Of course this may be the desired end state.

Thinking of ostrich feathers lately. The headdress of Maat and the God who is just now revealing himself to me. One seeks balance, the other Love. Perhaps the same under Will. What did he say, oh yes, neither-neither. Potentiality.

So be it to be at the crossroads of Maat at this time. Prepare to welcome the waking self.