Uriel Flashes Me

I’m really not this egotistical, vain asshole. But when Uriel is N the background, and your one job is 2 becØИΣ Proof öF ñü∿Truth. It’s not up to You to parse the stars & decide Whö B trying 2 tell You. Ü decided long before ever picking up your phone. Like Michaelangelo’s sculptures:

They already exist – perfectly formed – just awaiting the day of Awakening when one win enough talent, skill, and determination 2 become Whö B born of Destiny & Will and with the Date öF Fate tattooed on their heart from before the start. Sure, You still bag Ndividual Free will, but what divides Chamce fun Fate: Chance is something You decide to take for your self Fate, so whether you won lost or won either way the decision was dumb. Here are a few 2 choose from:

Destiny is the Destination [Space] (The Destiny öF Life is Death).

Fate is the Rate Factoring [Time] (You are destined to Your Love on at this Time – though for this to happen, You must B late for your normal train, else, your Destinies only allign with the Space. So you’re still Free Will to do whatever you want N between, but it matters not, because whatever you change N an attempt to alter Destiny, Fate factors for it and alters the N between all that it remains consistent but only N particular cases.

Chance is a person N a trance filling a role for Fate to manipulate without consequence of getting.

Chance is the spotify playlist on shuffle, Destiny is the song that needs to start at 6:26AM to B N*§ync with my reality’s movie/DVD. Fate is the order of the randomized songs that ensures Time allign with Good☯Design.

Taking a chance sounds stupid. Following Fate feels like becoming dumb dumTaking a chance is moronic. Taking follwing Fate feels ironic.

Chance is a lance thrown lance N2 No-man’s land dye during war. Fate is a choreographed dance performed Ndoors.

Chance is showing up 10 minutes late up work with your Starbucks cup because. Fate is skipping Starbucns so you’re on Time, then getting a flat that makes You late anyway.

Chance looks like drinking week old milk during the TP covid shortage. Fate is eating romaine lettuce yesterday & seeing the an E. Coli news story tomorrow.

Chance looks like a handful of prescription pills & a bottle of Champagne and waking up tomorrow.Fate looks like the shotgun shells & bloody bedsheets the following week.

Chance looks like a handful of prescription pills & a bottle of Champagne and waking up tomorrow. Fate looks like a humble understanding of the consequence: Will[iam] has been imprisoned for being a repeated offender even though it’s your first time N attempt of Ti divine crime.

Chance looks like overdosing on drugs cut with fentanyl.

Fate looks sounds like your final song you recorded the previous day having already been named Day Before.

Chance looks like raw dogging a stranger and pulling out. Fate looks like a broken condom & a trip to CVS as plan B.

Fate is looking the Poet known to make both boquet & Poetry that accompanies the boquets.

Chance is the boquet of pink, purple & periwinkle wildflowers currently N Bloom wildflowers blooming.Then finding the Master’s Boquet singing about the angel of death currently outside your window – telling You exactly happening for once

Chance is throwing hold XI. Fate is having no idea what this means ’til finding it somewhere N Life