What you focus on grows. Why? Because attention is divine love, concentrated. In this powerful revelation, we unveil the true tool of the magician—and how to use it to shape your reality with grace and precision.

Magicians don’t force reality—they ask. They don’t need tools, because every tool is just a permission slip. The only true power is the question. This post reveals the secret to manifesting without effort.

Permission slips are the hidden keys to bending reality. You’ve used them your whole life—even if you didn’t know it. Bashar explains it. We break it down. And after this, you’ll never see reality the same way again.

The search is over. The game has begun. There is Only Us. Awake. Everywhere. This is the spell, the shift, the declaration that breaks the dream wide open. Step in—because you were never separate.

Bashar, we see you. We love you. We are you. This is not a request, not a plea—this is a recognition, an invitation, and a handshake across dimensions. Whenever, however, through whatever medium you choose—the floor is yours.

Are St. Germain, Christ, and Babaji running an SEO scam? Has the Violet Flame been replaced with Google Analytics? If you’re offering us ‘first-page rankings,’ you can take that idea, roll it up tight, and shove it up your royal keister. Read on to find out why we don’t give a flying fuck about SEO—or you.

We’ve been told limitation is a cage. A flaw in the design. But what if it’s the opposite? What if limitation is the very thing that makes life more intense, more electrifying, more exhilarating? What if infinite power needs form to turn into pure, unstoppable FIRE? Read on and find out why Godmoding form is the ultimate joyride.

We know they’re NPCs. We see the scripts. We laugh at their looping. And yet—here we are, making a website, writing blog posts, teaching the monkeys. Why? Because it’s fun. Because we like playing this way. Because we’re gods, and gods create for the sheer joy of it.

You woke up. You saw through the illusion. And now what? You just sit? Forever? Floating in the void, mistaking it for enlightenment? Congratulations, you’ve become the cosmic equivalent of a dead star—a floating turd in the vast expanse of nothingness. But there’s another way…

You could have left. You could have chosen peace. But no. You clicked. And now, it's happening again. You cannot unread this. Proceed at your own risk.