All the frequencies, dimensions, vibrations, and expressions of creativity, expansion, evolution, or transformation that many people treat as ultimate truths or higher realities, they can still be seen as part of the demiurgic architecture—just another layer of the cage. They may feel expansive, mystical, or elevated compared to ordinary physical life, but if they arise from within the framework of limitation fashioned by the demiurge itself, they remain expressions of the prison, not the fullness beyond it.

I mean, you could say that if we truly are connected to the divine spark within, and we are tapping into energies not of this world in order to create, transform, evolve, or express ourselves in an individuated authentic manner, then that in itself is proof that something greater is moving through us, breaking through the counterfeit demiurgic veil of deception. But at the same time, even those experiences of creativity, transformation, and breakthrough, they are still filtered through the very frameworks of demiurgic illusion that we’re caught in as divine sparks of light—where even though they may feel like flashes of freedom, creativity, self-mastery, inner renewal, or glimpses of transcendence, they still reverberate within the cage itself and never fully open the way beyond it.

And yes, while it does feel oh so liberating within ourselves once we have tapped into the kingdom within and have also attained our version of whatever inner psychospiritual sovereignty and individuation looks like for ourselves, where we have accessed and are now embodying what feels like our most authentic essence (knowing that means we also have infinite potential to evolve, to expand in awareness, or to create—because that divine spark of light is inexhaustible), the paradox still remains: even those experiences of awakening, sovereignty, transformation, or self-expression, they are limited within the boundaries of the demiurgic architecture that was literally built to suppress the divine spark of light within us. So, it may feel like awakening, like breaking free into a wider sky, stepping into a higher state of being, or unfolding into richer dimensions of self-expression, but it is still a sky painted on the ceiling of the cage—glorious, inspiring, liberating, and transformative, yet never quite touching the pure essence and radiance of the fullness that lies beyond it, because what we glimpse is always refracted through the architecture of limitation.

This is precisely why, no matter how much light we embody, how far we reach in our efforts of inner refinement, how deeply we awaken in consciousness, evolve in awareness, and transform in spirit, or how fully we embody our most authentic essence—however that may take shape in each unfolding phase of our becoming—there is still, at the innermost core of our being and at the heart of the kingdom within, a quiet but unshakable yearning for the ineffable. It is not a yearning born from lack, or from failing to awaken deeply enough though, but from the recognition that even our most luminous experiences of freedom, awakening, transformation, or transcendence—as radiant as they may feel—they are still taking form within the boundaries of a demiurgic order that can only ever offer imitations of what lies beyond it.


And seen in this way, what stirs within us is not merely yearning, but a call toward something untouched, untainted, and complete in its pleromic essence—a reality of pure wholeness beyond the demiurge’s counterfeit architecture of fullness, a wholeness that no shimmering reflections of transcendence, and no fleeting breakthroughs of awakening, within the veil of illusion, can ever truly satisfy. For what we truly seek is not another echo of freedom, awakening, or transformation—although we may march on within the confines of limitation, reaching and striving with all the light we carry—it is the fullness itself, waiting beyond the very veil of illusion, that calls to us.