A vast and limitless dome of light stretches above, nothing but a blinding light, that in itself is pure consciousness, the sole embodiment of everything that ever was, and everything that ever will be. We're observing it as if underneath, where a vast and deep ocean inhabits an abyss which surrounds it. It's the abyss that's its own unconscious, receiving the glory and love of its own awakened conscious, shining down, ebbing into a deep and murky blackness, of which a formless void will become terraformed into a concave paradisiacal Earth. But as of now, it is an unfathomably deep watery abyss, a murky, unconscious, and chaotic womb, that is bringing in the dawn of the first morning of Luciferian consciousness.