Vanessa: “Iliad, what is money?”
Iliad: “It’s an illusion!
As sure as I sit here, I am aware of the illusion, the mirage, the game, the contrived mechanism woven to harness and harvest our life-force…
Life is a river of souls flowing through the matrix of flesh in perpetual flux suspended at the center of infinity. We delude ourselves…, and holographically project a world that is a likely reflection of our inner quest, devolved and evolved, as it were.”
Vanessa: “You are eradicating the currency paradigm?”
Iliad: “Precisely! This appended garbage stifling and suffocating the potential evolution of beings has mired and stymied so many a passage, rending a horrific graveyard of shriveled-up souls.
Our singular mission is to evolve unto stars. Each star is a radiant soul.
The true cost of currency is the countless souls that have perished in the bog…”
Vanessa wraps the blanket around herself, and looks up at the starry night: “that’s an amazing concept!”
Iliad: “I can no longer define a being by the body it wears, let alone the things it drowns itself under.
What rivets me is the story of each passage, the struggle of each soul birthed and the trajectory of its élan.
We are the image of God and god is in Our image. Our story is the very story of the multiverse itself.”
-Iliad A. Terra
