Every person that has experienced trauma in their life has a blank space in their being
This blank space is a reverberation chamber of pure sound
To realise this blank space for what it is and to purify it is a work for life
It can be utilised
But without purification can be clouded by conditionings of the body
Tendencies toward anger, frustration or worry
A chamber in the mind that can be filled with anything
A strong sense of identity must be learned on the part of the person that remains
So as to control the chamber and its uses
Otherwise every foul spirit that hops along will be given a home in this chamber
And every word and action and deed that comes along with that
We all share this chamber
Some of us have a larger capacity than others
The greater the trauma, the greater the recovery necessary
(few make it from great trauma through to recovery to function well at all)
and the greater the ability to unify within and as entity
To clear out the conditioning of the trauma
The fear, the hate, the lies, the worry
Should be the first aim
Because without these cleared the chamber is a volatile weapon used against the temple that is wielding
A dark rot from within
That changes according to the company
But after purification
All manner of information can be accessed and utilised
Because entity, as a language, is all encompassing and includes all beings that have ever existed and will ever exist
Entity thrives on emotion
And the negative polarity is the first experienced
Some of us make pacts with lower entities
Friends with benefits
These entities are allowed control and use of the body for short times
But the aim of the entity is always the same
Take full control, no matter the pact
Use what time within the body to convince the host that full possession is in the favor of all parties involved.
Take out good, bad, god, devil, angels, demons
Just look at ether, look at ultimate potential, look at it as quantum particles floating through space
What exists in the chamber is the fire
What holds the fire can be burned
The balance is the hardest to keep
In this we all share the same rotten egg
The last person with the hot potato wins the prize
To be the goat blood sacrifice
The truth is not what most want to hear
And this capacity, in the realms of magic in worlds and ages past has certainly given us abilities and advantages
But a time is coming when all these forces will be weeded out
Because awareness is ensued
As a whole we are all becoming more aware and as this happens,
Those that grasp hold of the old ways will die along with it
And the few self defeating truth patriots that seeded and activated this change
Will have to find an escape from this reality
Our essence has been bound in this way for too long to change this quickly
To be in a place where you cannot be who and what you are
Where no belonging exists and nothing can be called home
And to live there forever
This is the lake of fire.
We love our addiction to this energy too much to give it up
So we help collapse the system that supports it by exposing the mechanics of ourself
Making the ultimate sacrifice
Most unwillingly
But what choice do we have
To those that see ahead,
There is no future for us
There is only death
The chamber of the winds of chaos, and the chaos must be controlled with a strong identity
Without the strong identity that chaos takes the wheel
And this can lead to any consequence for the bearer
Mind you, anything is possible in this chaos
And the chaos is Source
It is a mistake to assume great trauma means great holiness
The bigger the trauma the greater the capacity for evil as well as good
The lie that lies beneath is always the one we find out last
Great trauma means great deception
Great trauma means greater responsibility of a larger uncontrollable room dedicated for the habitation of chaos
Really consider the implications
We all made this choice long ago
Every life, one life
Power was the motivating factor
Power in this life, is different to power in another
Through trauma and the imprinting of chaos in the form of entity
All power can be had
The most powerful entities that ever lived
The seething search for power and desire to control is the motivating factor for desiring such a space in the soul dedicated to the ability to house chaos.
Anyone that performs inequality through super human ability in whatever form
Even in an intellectual capacity, should be watched with a keen eye
Don't not accept the help of these chambers
Just know, one thing
Ye shall know them by their fruits = actions
Most often possessees need a teacher
A guru, a leader
A reference point
The smart ones will stick to a reference point in order to more easily control their chamber of chaos
Because through direction from another they can receive instant and constant affirmation of who and what they are
Easing the hard role of living and creating a strong identity to control what goes in and out of this chamber
The hierarchy of spirit, create the conflict on this earth through accessing humans who have experienced trauma, inhabiting their chambers of chaos.
Enough is enough.
Let the truth be known.
Let humanity grow into its eternal future
Let the world that was before that seeks control of this one
Let go
Saturday, 25 February 2017
Wednesday, 22 February 2017
Scribing 30 - The True Meaning of Independence
Psychic Vampirism
Entities tagging along with bodies
Attached, most are unaware
Taking what is not theirs from those around them
I use what you don't know you have
The man said like this once
When more than one comes in contact with another
It's war
What is independence
Emotional independence
Spiritual independence
Physical independence
Being able to walk away
When you can give no reason at all
Because what is happening is in your gut
And to explain it is to expose the feeder deep within them or you
The feeder doesn't like being exposed
If you want to get attacked
Expose this feeder
Friends with benefits
Some claim they are with these soul parasites willingly
Like I myself at times
I don't fully understand it
What I do understand is this entity working through numerous bodies at once
Inciting conflict to feed on the emotion drawn
When I am alone
I can see the conflict
I can see the beginning and the end
But I am knee deep in my own field of dreams
When others attempt to beset me with their robbery of energies
I put up walls
I block them out
I create constructs of the mind to keep their energy suckage to a minimal
If I absolutely have to maintain a presence around this person
Like living in the same house
I focus on my breath
Some are just intermittent temporary feeder puppets for particular habits and times
Not having yet made it a full time affair
Most do it subconsciously
That's the hardest thing
Most are unaware of what they are doing
The angel and the demon hold the same spot in the matrix
Different polarities that's all
The polarities change and flip according to the disposition of the person
and their guide is an ever ascending angel or an always falling dark thing
The most spiritual as such, are the most deceptive
Without knowledge of the unseen
We are on our own
Acknowledging its existence fluffs its fur
It loves to be told that it exists, it's a form of attention, it feeds it
It doesn't enjoy being exposed specifically and to its specific host, this causes the attack
How to truly rat out the sucking, feeding thing?
Exposing it just creates a time loop when one will eventually have to do the following -
Ignore it, like it isn't there
It will do all in its power to be noticed, to create a trigger, a reaction
And the willing human puppet will do all this without awareness of its actions
Because the human is following one thing within
The energy trail/train
The feeder's human puppet has trained itself to believe that ALL energy acquisition is good
The human allows unconditional usage of the body for this point of reference
The better the union between the two, the feeder and the human
The greater the ability for the human to manipulate and cause triggers to generate emotion in the other person
Creating a reaction from a human, is knowing its triggers
Inter-dimensional entities know your triggers
Trust me, They can see everything in the moment, here
It's about doing the right thing at exactly the right time
And the human perpetrating it, just following the energy train in their heads
Completely oblivious to the energy sucking feeding path they have taken
How to usurp this pattern?
As an established energy vampire that understands the relationship between his body and entity
Feed the entity deliberately through an innocent method
Then it will not try and feed off everything around you, including your friends and family
When it is starving for attention
For example
Become a musician that plays music on the street
Whose job it is to get people's attention
Get their energy, get your fix
Then when you return to your normal life
There is not this desparate hungry parasite constantly abusively sucking and feeding on the closest thing it can find
Regardless of how much value you may place in another person, family or otherwise
The hungry entity will find a way through you to feed from your immediate company if it needs feeding
It respects no one
It will degrade you, The more you become aware of it
And the more you become like it, it wants you to sympathise with it
So you will do what it wants all the more willingly
Sure you'll have moments of holiness in high vibration.... but it's a lie in the longterm
How did you get into this trap?
A deal was made long ago, with your soul and theirs
And now you have to live it through, in the experience of time
How can you get out?
Focus on breath and learn the subtleties of what it is you are already doing
Slow patience and discipline, become aware of every behaviour of your own
So as to deny the feeding when the feeding is calling to be fed the most
Or..
Give it what it wants deliberately
Play the game it wants you to play
Right to the end, there's a plan, a purpose, a path locked in its feeding
It may just end with your death
The role in the greater story of consciousness is true
Because the feeder knows that the greatest feeding comes from the source
And the source will only supply to its willing servants
Because energy from the source is only given to those walking the path of the divine will
Become an active part of this will, this calling through the ages
Play a role
And the energy locked in that path
Through the reservoirs of time
Is yours.
Is this the life you purchased?
Every great actor and talent, politician and leader has a feeder above it, sucking the energy from those around it
We as humans don't need so much energy otherwise
This feeder will take the form of an angel when we are in the positive
And a demon when we are in the negative
It's all the same
It's an elaborate game
It never ends
And there's no escape.
Play well.
Entities tagging along with bodies
Attached, most are unaware
Taking what is not theirs from those around them
I use what you don't know you have
The man said like this once
When more than one comes in contact with another
It's war
What is independence
Emotional independence
Spiritual independence
Physical independence
Being able to walk away
When you can give no reason at all
Because what is happening is in your gut
And to explain it is to expose the feeder deep within them or you
The feeder doesn't like being exposed
If you want to get attacked
Expose this feeder
Friends with benefits
Some claim they are with these soul parasites willingly
Like I myself at times
I don't fully understand it
What I do understand is this entity working through numerous bodies at once
Inciting conflict to feed on the emotion drawn
When I am alone
I can see the conflict
I can see the beginning and the end
But I am knee deep in my own field of dreams
When others attempt to beset me with their robbery of energies
I put up walls
I block them out
I create constructs of the mind to keep their energy suckage to a minimal
If I absolutely have to maintain a presence around this person
Like living in the same house
I focus on my breath
Some are just intermittent temporary feeder puppets for particular habits and times
Not having yet made it a full time affair
Most do it subconsciously
That's the hardest thing
Most are unaware of what they are doing
The angel and the demon hold the same spot in the matrix
Different polarities that's all
The polarities change and flip according to the disposition of the person
and their guide is an ever ascending angel or an always falling dark thing
The most spiritual as such, are the most deceptive
Without knowledge of the unseen
We are on our own
Acknowledging its existence fluffs its fur
It loves to be told that it exists, it's a form of attention, it feeds it
It doesn't enjoy being exposed specifically and to its specific host, this causes the attack
How to truly rat out the sucking, feeding thing?
Exposing it just creates a time loop when one will eventually have to do the following -
Ignore it, like it isn't there
It will do all in its power to be noticed, to create a trigger, a reaction
And the willing human puppet will do all this without awareness of its actions
Because the human is following one thing within
The energy trail/train
The feeder's human puppet has trained itself to believe that ALL energy acquisition is good
The human allows unconditional usage of the body for this point of reference
The better the union between the two, the feeder and the human
The greater the ability for the human to manipulate and cause triggers to generate emotion in the other person
Creating a reaction from a human, is knowing its triggers
Inter-dimensional entities know your triggers
Trust me, They can see everything in the moment, here
It's about doing the right thing at exactly the right time
And the human perpetrating it, just following the energy train in their heads
Completely oblivious to the energy sucking feeding path they have taken
How to usurp this pattern?
As an established energy vampire that understands the relationship between his body and entity
Feed the entity deliberately through an innocent method
Then it will not try and feed off everything around you, including your friends and family
When it is starving for attention
For example
Become a musician that plays music on the street
Whose job it is to get people's attention
Get their energy, get your fix
Then when you return to your normal life
There is not this desparate hungry parasite constantly abusively sucking and feeding on the closest thing it can find
Regardless of how much value you may place in another person, family or otherwise
The hungry entity will find a way through you to feed from your immediate company if it needs feeding
It respects no one
It will degrade you, The more you become aware of it
And the more you become like it, it wants you to sympathise with it
So you will do what it wants all the more willingly
Sure you'll have moments of holiness in high vibration.... but it's a lie in the longterm
How did you get into this trap?
A deal was made long ago, with your soul and theirs
And now you have to live it through, in the experience of time
How can you get out?
Focus on breath and learn the subtleties of what it is you are already doing
Slow patience and discipline, become aware of every behaviour of your own
So as to deny the feeding when the feeding is calling to be fed the most
Or..
Give it what it wants deliberately
Play the game it wants you to play
Right to the end, there's a plan, a purpose, a path locked in its feeding
It may just end with your death
The role in the greater story of consciousness is true
Because the feeder knows that the greatest feeding comes from the source
And the source will only supply to its willing servants
Because energy from the source is only given to those walking the path of the divine will
Become an active part of this will, this calling through the ages
Play a role
And the energy locked in that path
Through the reservoirs of time
Is yours.
Is this the life you purchased?
Every great actor and talent, politician and leader has a feeder above it, sucking the energy from those around it
We as humans don't need so much energy otherwise
This feeder will take the form of an angel when we are in the positive
And a demon when we are in the negative
It's all the same
It's an elaborate game
It never ends
And there's no escape.
Play well.
Tuesday, 21 February 2017
Scribing 29 - The Realisation of other forces at work
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.
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.
Sunday, 19 February 2017
Scribing 28 - Without change there would be nothing worth living for
Without change there would be nothing worth living for
I've got my apple cider vinegar water
I've got my black coffee
I've got my routine in the morning
I love routine
I love discipline
But for say
20 or 30 days at a time
Then change
The pan crackles to life
The slow heating element creeps up on the unsuspecting breakfast cooker
I promise never to take anything for granted
I promise
Greenery in the window
Sitting elegantly
Nothing of it boasts discipline or care
But it still loves us, the plants they love us
The healing happens while it grows
Green the colour of life
To another world, going slowly
Everything will change back to the way it was before it changes indefinitely again
Things will heat up
The smell of the butter meets the nostrils
So many lives will be lost
A level of cut off from emotion must be learned by every survivor quickly
So much will go
But we must focus on our immediate situation
In the moment we can do what we can do
And not another time before or after
When you realise what you've done...
Says the cuttlefish
Ominous words from an insane man
And I believed him once
Though belief was outlawed in his 'country'
Instead you had to be and only be
I've learned from many sources
My most quoted to my most trusted
Is the insane
The insane have the answers
That's why they can't keep them in
The answers themselves
Seek to bring down this reality as it is
Like a pack of cards
A murder of lies
Gar gar gar-ing
The crows know
A different flavour today m'lord?
The illusion of change
So many things are the same
Just different flavours
Delicate deceptions
Pull the wool from the eyes
How many lives have been lived in this context
Just different colours, different ways, different flavours, different sustenance
A universe with unicorns, fairy floss trees and candy cane fields
Everything is the same
Nothing has changed
Nothing has ever changed
But the greatest constant according to some insane teachers IS change
Change itself never changes
Ever been on an acid trip?
Everything is changing
But everything is also always the same
The paradox of time
Time is illusive
Currently something that doesn't change is that
when grit comes to grit
Survival of the body, of the spirit, of the mind
The reality of survival, is the only real reality
Everything else can fade away like a passing cloud
In a time of great change
Trust survival.
What will I do to survive?
The christians are running around like chickens with their heads chopped off because
They are clambouring for the survival of their spirit
They are afraid that others will die in spirit
They are convinced that their great vehicle of ascension
Is the ONLY great vehicle of ascension
To take us all across the river, the great rift of time
Onwards and into the next great cycle.
I have a boat.
I've got a little boat.
Jump on mine for a short while.
I can probably only take 5 or 6 but lets train others to build their boats
And build our boat better
Every boat together joined as one
To weather the great storm of the apocalypse into and onto the next great age of Aquarius.
At least those are the bastard words used to describe this situation
what we are falling into,
coming into
Sincerity is power
The ability to wield sincerity truly is power
The age of cynicism, the age of the skeptic
Has done much to damage our heritage
Every time we mock
We mock everything
Every time we scorn another
We scorn the world
Repetition is the master of learning
Remember that.
I've got my apple cider vinegar water
I've got my black coffee
I've got my routine in the morning
I love routine
I love discipline
But for say
20 or 30 days at a time
Then change
The pan crackles to life
The slow heating element creeps up on the unsuspecting breakfast cooker
I promise never to take anything for granted
I promise
Greenery in the window
Sitting elegantly
Nothing of it boasts discipline or care
But it still loves us, the plants they love us
The healing happens while it grows
Green the colour of life
To another world, going slowly
Everything will change back to the way it was before it changes indefinitely again
Things will heat up
The smell of the butter meets the nostrils
So many lives will be lost
A level of cut off from emotion must be learned by every survivor quickly
So much will go
But we must focus on our immediate situation
In the moment we can do what we can do
And not another time before or after
When you realise what you've done...
Says the cuttlefish
Ominous words from an insane man
And I believed him once
Though belief was outlawed in his 'country'
Instead you had to be and only be
I've learned from many sources
My most quoted to my most trusted
Is the insane
The insane have the answers
That's why they can't keep them in
The answers themselves
Seek to bring down this reality as it is
Like a pack of cards
A murder of lies
Gar gar gar-ing
The crows know
A different flavour today m'lord?
The illusion of change
So many things are the same
Just different flavours
Delicate deceptions
Pull the wool from the eyes
How many lives have been lived in this context
Just different colours, different ways, different flavours, different sustenance
A universe with unicorns, fairy floss trees and candy cane fields
Everything is the same
Nothing has changed
Nothing has ever changed
But the greatest constant according to some insane teachers IS change
Change itself never changes
Ever been on an acid trip?
Everything is changing
But everything is also always the same
The paradox of time
Time is illusive
Currently something that doesn't change is that
when grit comes to grit
Survival of the body, of the spirit, of the mind
The reality of survival, is the only real reality
Everything else can fade away like a passing cloud
In a time of great change
Trust survival.
What will I do to survive?
The christians are running around like chickens with their heads chopped off because
They are clambouring for the survival of their spirit
They are afraid that others will die in spirit
They are convinced that their great vehicle of ascension
Is the ONLY great vehicle of ascension
To take us all across the river, the great rift of time
Onwards and into the next great cycle.
I have a boat.
I've got a little boat.
Jump on mine for a short while.
I can probably only take 5 or 6 but lets train others to build their boats
And build our boat better
Every boat together joined as one
To weather the great storm of the apocalypse into and onto the next great age of Aquarius.
At least those are the bastard words used to describe this situation
what we are falling into,
coming into
Sincerity is power
The ability to wield sincerity truly is power
The age of cynicism, the age of the skeptic
Has done much to damage our heritage
Every time we mock
We mock everything
Every time we scorn another
We scorn the world
Repetition is the master of learning
Remember that.
Saturday, 18 February 2017
Scribing 27 - The Jokes on You
Everything sits and hums
The food cooler, it hums
The coffee maker, it sounds a constant noise
The cars drone past
Every space is a sum total of the resonant frequencies
The atom a frequency
The sounds frequency
The light frequency
Up and down, on and off
Buzz buzz buzz
Gonna give myself a buzz cut
Need to get rid of some hair
Too much hair makes me look hairy
The perception machine is specific
The public have very definite boxes to put me in
Depending on the choice of hair style
The choice of buzz cut even
The choice of length I leave rights at the end
The choice of facial hair
Kempt or unkempt
Smile and power forward
Rewrite the conditionings
Reprogram programming
Recognize the unconsciousness of the mass
And just work with it
Follow the rules
to human behaviour in large groups
There are rules, unconscious direction, constant rules
What is appropriate then
The latest hairstyle by the latest hip hop bomper?
Pop pop pop stars
Popping then they're dead, used up, like empty bullet casings
lifeless shells of dead dead corpses
We all want an easy life
Strive to be the grey man
The unnoticed piece
Then be common in everything that you do
And get away with most
No outstanding characteristics
Just plain, plain enough to be invisible to the unconscious group
Language is adequate
But we aren't all on the same page
Why was oneness ever separated from itself
Why did we ever deem it necessary to separate like this?
Kinder surprise
Your own personal interdimensional TV stardom (or equivalent)
All the 5th'ers are watching your every move
Hoping for some form of unpredicted entertainment
Will he do what has never been done before?
Will he break free of the chains of his conditioning and fly free in the face of the fear of death?
Most think not.
Most know not.
But most know, there is always a single possibility
So most hope
But most also are hopeless
Because they have lost so much time and energy in the 'hope' of something different
It is inevitable that change will come
Because a single possibility must be played out at some point in time
So the timed reality goes on
Until the expected does the unexpected
And no one knows what that will be
Until it is done
The jokes on you dear 3D scum.
The high class of interdimension
has been using you as entertainment for aeons.
Every move is monitored
Every step is chained to routine
The familiar conditions on your behaviour and survival you've known all your time
Get the popcorn. Let's drink to more of the same.
Gander specific.
Lots of love.
Everyone dies in the end
Life begins at death
Sanity has a place
But the group definition of sanity
is demeaning
Every insane persona has a truth stuck deep down within
In a precious hidden treasure box
Dark cave
Guarded by a fiery dragon
Who can be trusted with this truth?
How many live a double life
Knowing they are 'insane'
But choose deliberately to impose a 'sane' personality for the sake of social smoothness get-a-long
When can we all be 'insane' together
And not be told we are wrong or judged
The group mind is a dangerous thing
When the danger comes from without
The group mind searches for meaning
And it generally rediscovers something old and familiar
Because robots don't do anything other than what they have been told
Robots are programmed and deep unconscious programming that bubbles to the surface
Posing as spontaneity
IS STILL PROGRAMMING
Excuse the yelling.
Just a point worth shouting into the heavens I thought.
This elaborate soul machine
Visions in the night that give inventors inspiration
Nothing is new.
Everything is bought
Nothing is free
All has an exchange
Energy is a form of currency
The deepest level of the web is oneness
Everyone knows this
Everyone has this innate understanding of it
But we are afraid of it
Because we don't wish to return to it
Separation from oneness has been heralded as the answer to boredom
How can what is one with itself be bored with itself if it is not observing itself separately?
Well, in truth, separation began at the inception of boredom
Who told oneness to be bored?
But what if oneness is a seed of yet another all encompassing dimension?
Something our oneness based minds cannot fathom.
Oneness then is thought
it is mind
It is word
It is space/time
Outside, over, beyond, within and as, through and through, between the between the between the between and all encompassing yet not homogeneous, we have the mother of oneness
Let's call it
Seed
Repetition is the master of learning says the correct sales pitcher
Seeds are repetitions of a single universe in a little package ready to go
Each is a oneness
The tree that begets oneness is...
not available for questioning at this time
Please try again later.
If you'd like to leave a message,
Please wait for the beep, then record your message and simply hang up.
Oneness seed begeter will get back to you as soon as you give up your 3D identity which encases you in a crystal matrix, restricting you from accessing transcendental information
One says its all your choice
Two says its all been decided already
Three says everything is unpredictable and changing and yet probabalistic
Four says, get off your high horse and start begging for truth
The tree cannot be demanded its truth
The service to the tree is all that is left.
One cannot think beyond the tree until the tree is known.
Know your tree.
The food cooler, it hums
The coffee maker, it sounds a constant noise
The cars drone past
Every space is a sum total of the resonant frequencies
The atom a frequency
The sounds frequency
The light frequency
Up and down, on and off
Buzz buzz buzz
Gonna give myself a buzz cut
Need to get rid of some hair
Too much hair makes me look hairy
The perception machine is specific
The public have very definite boxes to put me in
Depending on the choice of hair style
The choice of buzz cut even
The choice of length I leave rights at the end
The choice of facial hair
Kempt or unkempt
Smile and power forward
Rewrite the conditionings
Reprogram programming
Recognize the unconsciousness of the mass
And just work with it
Follow the rules
to human behaviour in large groups
There are rules, unconscious direction, constant rules
What is appropriate then
The latest hairstyle by the latest hip hop bomper?
Pop pop pop stars
Popping then they're dead, used up, like empty bullet casings
lifeless shells of dead dead corpses
We all want an easy life
Strive to be the grey man
The unnoticed piece
Then be common in everything that you do
And get away with most
No outstanding characteristics
Just plain, plain enough to be invisible to the unconscious group
Language is adequate
But we aren't all on the same page
Why was oneness ever separated from itself
Why did we ever deem it necessary to separate like this?
Kinder surprise
Your own personal interdimensional TV stardom (or equivalent)
All the 5th'ers are watching your every move
Hoping for some form of unpredicted entertainment
Will he do what has never been done before?
Will he break free of the chains of his conditioning and fly free in the face of the fear of death?
Most think not.
Most know not.
But most know, there is always a single possibility
So most hope
But most also are hopeless
Because they have lost so much time and energy in the 'hope' of something different
It is inevitable that change will come
Because a single possibility must be played out at some point in time
So the timed reality goes on
Until the expected does the unexpected
And no one knows what that will be
Until it is done
The jokes on you dear 3D scum.
The high class of interdimension
has been using you as entertainment for aeons.
Every move is monitored
Every step is chained to routine
The familiar conditions on your behaviour and survival you've known all your time
Get the popcorn. Let's drink to more of the same.
Gander specific.
Lots of love.
Everyone dies in the end
Life begins at death
Sanity has a place
But the group definition of sanity
is demeaning
Every insane persona has a truth stuck deep down within
In a precious hidden treasure box
Dark cave
Guarded by a fiery dragon
Who can be trusted with this truth?
How many live a double life
Knowing they are 'insane'
But choose deliberately to impose a 'sane' personality for the sake of social smoothness get-a-long
When can we all be 'insane' together
And not be told we are wrong or judged
The group mind is a dangerous thing
When the danger comes from without
The group mind searches for meaning
And it generally rediscovers something old and familiar
Because robots don't do anything other than what they have been told
Robots are programmed and deep unconscious programming that bubbles to the surface
Posing as spontaneity
IS STILL PROGRAMMING
Excuse the yelling.
Just a point worth shouting into the heavens I thought.
This elaborate soul machine
Visions in the night that give inventors inspiration
Nothing is new.
Everything is bought
Nothing is free
All has an exchange
Energy is a form of currency
The deepest level of the web is oneness
Everyone knows this
Everyone has this innate understanding of it
But we are afraid of it
Because we don't wish to return to it
Separation from oneness has been heralded as the answer to boredom
How can what is one with itself be bored with itself if it is not observing itself separately?
Well, in truth, separation began at the inception of boredom
Who told oneness to be bored?
But what if oneness is a seed of yet another all encompassing dimension?
Something our oneness based minds cannot fathom.
Oneness then is thought
it is mind
It is word
It is space/time
Outside, over, beyond, within and as, through and through, between the between the between the between and all encompassing yet not homogeneous, we have the mother of oneness
Let's call it
Seed
Repetition is the master of learning says the correct sales pitcher
Seeds are repetitions of a single universe in a little package ready to go
Each is a oneness
The tree that begets oneness is...
not available for questioning at this time
Please try again later.
If you'd like to leave a message,
Please wait for the beep, then record your message and simply hang up.
Oneness seed begeter will get back to you as soon as you give up your 3D identity which encases you in a crystal matrix, restricting you from accessing transcendental information
One says its all your choice
Two says its all been decided already
Three says everything is unpredictable and changing and yet probabalistic
Four says, get off your high horse and start begging for truth
The tree cannot be demanded its truth
The service to the tree is all that is left.
One cannot think beyond the tree until the tree is known.
Know your tree.
Friday, 17 February 2017
Scribing 26 - Sunshine Emergency
Out comes the sun to say hello
Amidst a white haze
The works on the road blare on
Unwanted theta waves to wake my sleep
Frying some sweet potato
Making an omelete
You can't make an omelette
Without breaking those eggs
So much brutality trained into society
Through television, media, socially acceptable levels of fake visible violence
The sinus issues I've been having
Every website says a different thing
Nose for knowledge?
Repression? Anger?
Lack of self acceptance?
Or self love?
I just heal the damn thing
This muck is getting old
Not until I'm really switched on
Can I discipline myself to change
My love leads me in this direction
My love leads me in that direction
My love is an addiction to a heightened level of essence
My love is the thing I had once before but deny it to me now
Is it really that close to bang time
The end of all worlds
The compaction point
A time when choice cannot be choosing?
Peace, peace, and then sudden destruction
Nothing is as it seems
Even reading between the lines
I can only interpret strains of paranoid belief
So I sit, and breath
Occasionally, remember to breathe at least
Because every other avenue is a delusion
And I'm willing to find that out now
The times when you don't feel like it
Are the times when you need it most
The moral mind buts in,
Just because it feels good, does not mean it is good for you
How much of our lives is based on chasing good feelings?
Almost every aspect
Principle maintained is truly virtuous
Discipline is truly the science of consciousness
Nothing is left
Only love
And if the self cannot be loved
Then how can the expectation be to love others
This experiment, of feeling
Must be put to an end
Things are getting serious
It's time to stop playing and get serious
Amidst a white haze
The works on the road blare on
Unwanted theta waves to wake my sleep
Frying some sweet potato
Making an omelete
You can't make an omelette
Without breaking those eggs
So much brutality trained into society
Through television, media, socially acceptable levels of fake visible violence
The sinus issues I've been having
Every website says a different thing
Nose for knowledge?
Repression? Anger?
Lack of self acceptance?
Or self love?
I just heal the damn thing
This muck is getting old
Not until I'm really switched on
Can I discipline myself to change
My love leads me in this direction
My love leads me in that direction
My love is an addiction to a heightened level of essence
My love is the thing I had once before but deny it to me now
Is it really that close to bang time
The end of all worlds
The compaction point
A time when choice cannot be choosing?
Peace, peace, and then sudden destruction
Nothing is as it seems
Even reading between the lines
I can only interpret strains of paranoid belief
So I sit, and breath
Occasionally, remember to breathe at least
Because every other avenue is a delusion
And I'm willing to find that out now
The times when you don't feel like it
Are the times when you need it most
The moral mind buts in,
Just because it feels good, does not mean it is good for you
How much of our lives is based on chasing good feelings?
Almost every aspect
Principle maintained is truly virtuous
Discipline is truly the science of consciousness
Nothing is left
Only love
And if the self cannot be loved
Then how can the expectation be to love others
This experiment, of feeling
Must be put to an end
Things are getting serious
It's time to stop playing and get serious
Thursday, 16 February 2017
Scribing 25 - Dreaming of a perfect reunion
The electrical brain boots up for the first time of the morning
The light streams in the window
A hedge cutter can be heard in the distance
Someone is making something pretty
The mad mind demands an audience
The mad hatter deep within
Seated on a throne of intelligence
Using it like a crippled fool
The wonderful drawn out tones of a violin
The emotion it pulls
Its lengths of chasm so resplendent
In their repetitive glory
The deep dark depths are feared
But I have known its path
I see an end and it's only chaos
Chaos is nothing to be feared
Tangible mess
Every little piece with a secret intent inside
All matter devolving, revolving outward from itself
In hope of a more solid form
Consciousness a trickle to our alarm
The beat goes off blaring
Raelian alien wanderers seek a sex party of sorts
Entertain the cultists with cheese and bread
Satisfied desire, lost inside a dark hole
We all still go on in searching
Then when we get too close we cower in fear
No one wants to be left alone in the dark and the cold
The heart is the home
The warmth comes from within
The light is the mind
The truth is the wind
Honesty is not always something we want, or need
But to those that seek it in copious measure
Are given talents the earth has envy
Your heart is mine, and my heart is yours
We are one, but equal
Do not forget equality
Do not forget equality
Oneness is had in the dark
In pain
Equality is had in as dank a place also
But together we make light.
Together we find a way
For the blind not to be blind
So the fear can be lead out of us
Our hearts, we hope in such admiration of the night, are pure
The night is dark and full of terrors
Programming for the masses
Such a grand plan over
The last frontier of life
Of dimensional interference
To continue without awareness of what we are
To forget everything we ever knew so we can start again
Forget, learn to forget
Let it go, let the old knowledge go
New age, new time, another chance
Remember one thing though,
What were you doing before you decided to play this game of ages?
Do that.
The light streams in the window
A hedge cutter can be heard in the distance
Someone is making something pretty
The mad mind demands an audience
The mad hatter deep within
Seated on a throne of intelligence
Using it like a crippled fool
The wonderful drawn out tones of a violin
The emotion it pulls
Its lengths of chasm so resplendent
In their repetitive glory
The deep dark depths are feared
But I have known its path
I see an end and it's only chaos
Chaos is nothing to be feared
Tangible mess
Every little piece with a secret intent inside
All matter devolving, revolving outward from itself
In hope of a more solid form
Consciousness a trickle to our alarm
The beat goes off blaring
Raelian alien wanderers seek a sex party of sorts
Entertain the cultists with cheese and bread
Satisfied desire, lost inside a dark hole
We all still go on in searching
Then when we get too close we cower in fear
No one wants to be left alone in the dark and the cold
The heart is the home
The warmth comes from within
The light is the mind
The truth is the wind
Honesty is not always something we want, or need
But to those that seek it in copious measure
Are given talents the earth has envy
Your heart is mine, and my heart is yours
We are one, but equal
Do not forget equality
Do not forget equality
Oneness is had in the dark
In pain
Equality is had in as dank a place also
But together we make light.
Together we find a way
For the blind not to be blind
So the fear can be lead out of us
Our hearts, we hope in such admiration of the night, are pure
The night is dark and full of terrors
Programming for the masses
Such a grand plan over
The last frontier of life
Of dimensional interference
To continue without awareness of what we are
To forget everything we ever knew so we can start again
Forget, learn to forget
Let it go, let the old knowledge go
New age, new time, another chance
Remember one thing though,
What were you doing before you decided to play this game of ages?
Do that.
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