How long has this inter-dimensional game of thrones been going on for?
The clouds look sullen today
The big net predicted rain
Even made a note of announcing it on my feed
As if to say
Ha ha, ha ha, ha, ha... ha
But the ground is dry
Apparently blood is the language of the spirits
The spirits, sounds like such a hocus pocus spooky thing
It is not
God is a spirit
Devil is a spirit
Jesus is a spirit
The thought of the toilet paper I used to rub my arse last night has the makings of a spirit
Spirits...
Drinking to oblivion
Strong things
Strong drink
Spirits to drive the human machine
Motionless entropy
Simple rot
Dreams?
I don't dream any longer
I just dream alternative endings and episodes of TV series I viewed the day prior
Humourous this life has become
I go to all this effort to get in a body
To 'achieve a purpose'
To perform some of the many great 'acts of man' necessary for this portion of the age
In order to willingly participate in the game
Pay back some spiritual debt
To the great reserve bank in the sky
And also have a good time.
I suppose.... Once I wished that I could live in a dream my whole life
This little child, feeling and knowing oppression in his waking life
Found the escape of movies and video games so much more attractive
And now the world offers this
If you want to live in a dream your whole life
You can!
Do what you want!
That is the whole of the law
Consequences?
They seem always negative
This word seems always negative
Consequences are inevitable with every course of action
Walk into willingly
What you bargained for before
You've already purchased this experience with your time and your life
And you've come away relatively unscathed
The mass of delusions you were trapped in before, limited your consciousness
You saw this
You tried to escape
You tried to reveal their secrets
But they killed you
And you were given another chance in another body
Because once you are part of the fold,
You can never fold
That's how their law goes anyway
Spiritual sovereignty
Well it's a nice dream but is it real?
How many years did I live before?
3 hundred, four?
But quite a few more than a normal human life
Blood sacrifice kept us all alive
that and allegiance to the old gods
We've given up so much to live like this
Life after life, this little nickering in the soul
Questioning, always questioning
Is this what I ordered when I was at the great banquet feast of souls in the sky?
Is this what I saw in the picture and decided, "yes, give me this"?
How much do we retain from life to life?
And if we retain nothing... what what what?
What is the point?
There must always be a building, a growing
Accumulation
That seems to be the going word.
Build, build, build - where will you go?
Higher, higher, higher? - Where will you go?
Or dig, dig, dig - Some like to stoop
Stooping or climbing
Either either, it's always moving to some greater level somewhere in some place
The 'moment preacher', says many things and one of them is this
All life and purpose is here.
In this moment, and through focusing on the literal physical action of breathing
It can be accessed.
This all encompassing moment that supersedes time.
Wandering in the garden of chaos
Looking for order
Wandering in the garden of war
Looking for peace
Wandering in the fields of order
Looking for the garden of chaos
Wandering the fields of serenity
Looking for the ultimate conflict
An ultimate ending
If nothing can truly be ended
All form and life and matter eternal
Then the ultimate rebellion against this form
Would be to conceive an end to everything
Would it, if well enough devised, really end all things?
Or would it just complicate the process of doing what is already being done
Black coffee on an empty stomach.
Someone get me an orange please.
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