My glimpse into the future was the ruin of my existence. How
I loathe and envy the ignorant. They shall not hear these words, mind these
fears, nor include these thoughts into the current dialog. Fantasies of a world
that is always in day light, the night having been restricted by our ability to
light the world and eliminate the shadows. They will curse this a proverb, a
metaphor, a mere story. Cliché is at times truth, certain metaphors stick
around with us, and symbols are everywhere. Myth. Our incarnations are as valid
as Grimm’s Fairy Tales. One myopic speck in time, but its all so real. Our
paradox is a real paradox. The box, which I know one who has spoken of, in
which we exist; this screen, cars, home. This is earth, it is cube, yearning to
be formed. Perhaps this is a transmutation into new forms, a transcendence
preparing for the inevitable descent. Either way, we know of the future, and we
know of the torment that is the rising, the changing. Did you ever think
Chrysalis was a pleasant form of being? You who have witnessed the
Metamorphosis. You who have witnessed the man turned into wolf, a legend from
Ancient Europe’s time. We will not enjoy this. Those whose comforts have
prevented them from witnessing this incredible and terrifying change shall only
find the veil removed, with eyes opening to the Sun refusing to witness what we
have become. Blinded. In terror we shall collectively scream, a monumental
awakening of the voice that will be our call to distant worlds. Worlds, that
stand witness, as do I. I.
The galaxy was formed by a Nova or Supernova exploding and forever changing the expanding dust we were into a spiral. Swastika. Yod. Saturn brings the necessary structure, limitation. To forever expand is to be trapped in infinity. Hail Thy Almighty Void. I understand some have a benevolent perception of the world. These creatures have been given a burden that no wise individual would ask for. Just enough of these individuals exist, in order to keep many of us stuck in this karmic disguise. Our costume is in desperate need of repair.
We must purify the flesh with flames, standing witness. Clarity of mind is the recognition that this world we live in truly exists. In the words of Lawrence, “the horror, the horror.” This may be an amputee, a child’s death, cancer, car accident, it will happen. We carry on knowing that any moment, this may enter our reality. It will. This is certain. Our suffering is the only thing in this form that we can be sure of. This is the first rule of Buddha, and perhaps a select few have reached a place where they no longer exist within this suffering. Perhaps. In a world where gurus are villain’s just definitions are preposterous. The missing piece of the puzzle is that we can only assume the hierarchy of one over the other. We have no evidence, only faith.
The air is so heavy. The haunting of these desperate fantasies is creating schizophrenia. A glimpse, a vision, you can even call this divination. Believe in what prophecy you will, be it Tarot, a crystal ball, or Physics. I Me I Me I Me I Me I Me I Me I Me. Some have been taught, yet only the concept and not the thought. A continuation towards ruin, knowing the patterns, watching the birds. Listen to the Crow. It is happening right now, a being is being manipulated. Somewhere, someone’s world just collapsed. This is every second. Our baptism must be formed from drowning the world in our tears. Perhaps the salt will corrode what has created this sickness. An overwhelming awareness is a reaction from the condition of reaching towards the corners of the world. Perhaps, somewhere too, is joy? Lovers embracing, a child’s laughter. These are only the one I Me that lead to the other I Me. They are both you. When duality is unified, the crucifixion is a constant.
My body is sore today, travelling through the depths is never an easy journey. It seems the only constant is the mournful reflection of the past, opportunities drifting through fingers like piles of sand, getting caught in the wind and transporting themselves to a new world. A world within this world, and without. Sanity is a tenacious thing. Words compound into other words, each subtle element opening the firmament of being. Earth reaches upwards, only to embrace my form and pull me back within. I know not of what the future holds, certainly tears and laughter. At best, we can hope for some semblance of balance, but our individual journeys are being manipulated by this collective disarray. When you cut your flesh my scars dance.
I must go on, if only to bear witness to the inevitable tragedy. The portal was opened, hidden aspects of existence revealed only to dissipate into the akashic records. Some know, but when the information is downloaded the wave will drown. Others insanity exists only to placate your own slipping grasp, the burden is mine. As you sit lugubriously ecstatic that you have been spared, recognize the Fool who dances who brings you so much laughter is truthfully mocking you. We laugh at ourselves, laughing at ourselves. This laughter is an echo of the scream, the terror, which will finally unite us all. We will be one, condensed into a single unity which is the conglomeration of all the filth within. All secrets shall be revealed, the madness awaits.
The galaxy was formed by a Nova or Supernova exploding and forever changing the expanding dust we were into a spiral. Swastika. Yod. Saturn brings the necessary structure, limitation. To forever expand is to be trapped in infinity. Hail Thy Almighty Void. I understand some have a benevolent perception of the world. These creatures have been given a burden that no wise individual would ask for. Just enough of these individuals exist, in order to keep many of us stuck in this karmic disguise. Our costume is in desperate need of repair.
We must purify the flesh with flames, standing witness. Clarity of mind is the recognition that this world we live in truly exists. In the words of Lawrence, “the horror, the horror.” This may be an amputee, a child’s death, cancer, car accident, it will happen. We carry on knowing that any moment, this may enter our reality. It will. This is certain. Our suffering is the only thing in this form that we can be sure of. This is the first rule of Buddha, and perhaps a select few have reached a place where they no longer exist within this suffering. Perhaps. In a world where gurus are villain’s just definitions are preposterous. The missing piece of the puzzle is that we can only assume the hierarchy of one over the other. We have no evidence, only faith.
The air is so heavy. The haunting of these desperate fantasies is creating schizophrenia. A glimpse, a vision, you can even call this divination. Believe in what prophecy you will, be it Tarot, a crystal ball, or Physics. I Me I Me I Me I Me I Me I Me I Me. Some have been taught, yet only the concept and not the thought. A continuation towards ruin, knowing the patterns, watching the birds. Listen to the Crow. It is happening right now, a being is being manipulated. Somewhere, someone’s world just collapsed. This is every second. Our baptism must be formed from drowning the world in our tears. Perhaps the salt will corrode what has created this sickness. An overwhelming awareness is a reaction from the condition of reaching towards the corners of the world. Perhaps, somewhere too, is joy? Lovers embracing, a child’s laughter. These are only the one I Me that lead to the other I Me. They are both you. When duality is unified, the crucifixion is a constant.
My body is sore today, travelling through the depths is never an easy journey. It seems the only constant is the mournful reflection of the past, opportunities drifting through fingers like piles of sand, getting caught in the wind and transporting themselves to a new world. A world within this world, and without. Sanity is a tenacious thing. Words compound into other words, each subtle element opening the firmament of being. Earth reaches upwards, only to embrace my form and pull me back within. I know not of what the future holds, certainly tears and laughter. At best, we can hope for some semblance of balance, but our individual journeys are being manipulated by this collective disarray. When you cut your flesh my scars dance.
I must go on, if only to bear witness to the inevitable tragedy. The portal was opened, hidden aspects of existence revealed only to dissipate into the akashic records. Some know, but when the information is downloaded the wave will drown. Others insanity exists only to placate your own slipping grasp, the burden is mine. As you sit lugubriously ecstatic that you have been spared, recognize the Fool who dances who brings you so much laughter is truthfully mocking you. We laugh at ourselves, laughing at ourselves. This laughter is an echo of the scream, the terror, which will finally unite us all. We will be one, condensed into a single unity which is the conglomeration of all the filth within. All secrets shall be revealed, the madness awaits.
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