Author: ggkalfas

G.G. Kalfas is an American born author and publisher. He is also the noted author of many books, which encompass his experiences within life and death, as these experiences are displayed through the subject matter of his short stories. His intention for writing these books, is to display the importance of philosophy and psychology, as they play an integral part of the development contained within the experience of the human condition. Within his development, G.G. was compelled towards music, poetry, art, philosophy, and psychology. He was also the lead guitarist in a Houston based metal band, as well as the owner of an underground art gallery. He now spends his time writing about the darkness within the human expression, while exploring the hidden knowledge contained within the depths of life, death, and what may or may not exist beyond human consciousness.

Lost Within the Scars

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The toughened tissue can be somewhat tedious to pierce. Yet, it all depends upon the type of sharpened object one is using to cut through life with. Some use poetry, art, or music to cut the scars away from themselves. Others, the ones who are not yet evolved, will more than likely use hurtful and spiteful words with a raised voice, as though their weakened state of mind needs to be projected through volume, as it may give it a façade of strength. This is how the weak think within their weakened state of being. The only thing volume gives power to is an electric guitar. The weak-minded use volume and violence to project strength. Catch one of them one on one, and you will meet the most docile mouse you may ever come across. True strength, true fortification of one’s mind, lives quietly within one’s internal core; definitely not upon spewing lips of ignorance and emotional retardation. There is an old saying someone told me once, “The dog with the loudest bark get the bone first.” Just as the squeaky wheel gets oiled before the others. I completely understand the logic, yet I simply do not agree with it. In my eyes, the dog which is loud and does not stop barking, gets put down first. The squeaky wheel? You probably need new wheels. I just have a different mindset from the others out in society, who simply go along to get along. Why would you want to get along with others who do not have a spine, or even some type of standard for that matter? If this is the case, then you are simply another cog in the Control Machine’s mechanisms. Just take 5 minutes out of your life each day, and simply stand up for yourself, your morals, your values, and read a book. Social media does not constitute reading, if anything it dumbs one down, just as so many other ways of life within this realm set out to do. Cut out the scars within your mind, in order to strengthen your thought process.

The Misguided

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They all know who they are. You and I have both seen them when we venture out into society. We can recognize them on sight; noses in their phones, sporting their hipster wannabe fashion trends, and lastly, that pungent aroma they give off, as though they are an expert in every field one may discuss with them, yet ignorant as to how society and the world truly function. Laziness is their forte; a truthful and undeniable purposelessness. Ahh, the refreshing sight and stench of an enabled lifetime. How does one survive in the world, when they feel they are owed everything, as they walk through life with their palms up and extended outward? Technology has killed Darwin’s Natural Selection. Could you imagine a world where these purposelessness sheeple actually have to survive by fending for themselves? Yes, it would be quite amusing to watch. I wonder what they will do when the purge finally arrives; do you think they will be able to survive? Highly doubtful. Sitting around being lazy watching TV all day (or playing video games), while smoking weed and eating fast food, only prepares one to receive Universal Basic Income. It definitely does not prepare one to make something of themselves. But, this is the way most have decided to live their lives now. These UBIs have actually made life easier for you and I. How? There are less sheeple getting in our way. Also, they are steadily killing themselves, as neither you nor I will ever have to life a finger to do it for them. Now that is turning a frown upside down!

I am a Realist

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It can be a confining feeling; being locked up within your mind your whole/hole life. There is no escape from the prison of one’s mind. A common place I have seemed to find myself in on a daily basis. There is no shelter in here, only the confining torment of the mind’s tricks and pleasures. A carousel of regrets, self-hatred, and lost opportunities. There is no escape from one’s self. To feel special and unique; this is a daydream only dreamers and deceivers fondle themselves in. I myself am a realist, as I can taste the bloodlust behind closed eyes. I can feel the temptations draining and rotting me from within. This is why I crave the isolation chamber; to keep the beast hidden from within, away from the rest of the world. No one has ever mistaken me for one of those weak-minded or weak-willed sycophants, who constantly need to be validated by complete and total strangers. The only thing worse than that, is being a stranger within one’s own mind.

A Dying Compulsion

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It is another way for you and I to connect. It is an energy transference, which many of the others cannot differentiate from any other mundane experience. You are unique in this special way. You can see through and beyond it; you can see through all of life’s illusions. As for me, I am the illusion which allows you to see beyond all of the illusions life and myself have to offer you. There is no other way, as there is no escape from me. I have created all of the sensations you have ever experienced through your senses. I know you thought what you experienced was real, but it was another illusion I allowed you to experience. It is that grand spiritual awakening you experienced a couple of years back. Finally, everything within your miserable life was finally making sense to you; even through it really didn’t, you made yourself believe it did. Self-deceit is the worse type of deceit there is. This strictly goes against everything a Satanist such as yourself is supposed to believe in. With the circumstance such as they are in your life currently, it can be easy to get lost on your path. Everyone around you wanting or needing your precious attention, just as everyone in your life is demanding some type of task you need to perform for them. I can only imagine just how tedious all of these directions must in fact be for you. I am sure you will eventually find a way to alleviate this tediousness; eventually severing it completely from your life. It is the undying compulsion within you to express yourself from within, which make the others want and need your attention so demandingly. You know the type; when you are available, they will not require your attention. But when you are enraptured within one of your expressions, and do not have time for anyone or anything else; this is when they will do everything within their power to distract you from your life, just so you will focus your time and energy on them instead of your expression. This is the way most of the insecure others live their lives. One should be extremely cautious and on guard at all times, as to whom they allow into their life, and their body energy field. If one allows another into their life without caution, the results of one’s body energy field becoming contaminated by another’s low vibration, could permanently damage and fragment the tonal frequency of one’s body energy field. There will be times when these others will portray themselves to be something they are not, as these times will be frequent and consistent. These types of others will try their hardest to sneak past your defenses, but mostly they will try to sneak past your intellect in order to manipulate your senses and your integrity. The key word here is ‘try’. These others are weak; weak in body, spirit, mind, and in thought, word, and deed. It can be somewhat amusing to watch these others trying to manipulate you, in order to achieve their selfish intentions. I have always found this to be a strange occurrence; how the weak within society usually think themselves to be of the strongest of their kind around. Such as the case of the feeble-minded, as they think themselves to be of the highest intellect.

Fallen Wings

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It is within those fragile moments. Those fragile moments when you land face first into the dirt. You can taste the impacted dirt in your mouth. Trapped in between your teeth. The grainy taste of failure; protruding itself from the tip of your tongue. To taste and to speak words; this is the only use a tongue provides. The wings which were used to fly over your obstacles seemed to have failed you. But did they? Perhaps you were meant to face this obstacle head on, as you have avoided facing it your entire life. Another mirror, only this time you can taste the failure contained within its reflection. Wings can fly you to the greatest heights, just as they can sink you below the depths of Hades. Wings also provide protection from one’s own chains; breaking the bondage of one’s own silence from within their heart.

Breath is Completely Overrated

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The transition of an internal demolition. Killing the insides, just so you can grasp fragments of the air around you in order to breathe. Breath is completely overrated. Tell that to a drowning victim. In a way, we are all victims; of our decisions, choices, and personal attitudes. When life is suffocating you, and you do not have the internal capacity to breathe, it can be somewhat challenging to see straight. This is especially true if your lenses are dirty, and you need a new prescription. It’s nothing new to me: old hat. These cycles run themselves around my mind, and through my soul. Soul-crushing. A transition’s grin. The depths of insanity. The reality of uncertainty. I still look for that supposed silver lining. It’s covered in the blood and wreckage of my past. Another endeavor I could not spiritually afford. An affirmation. A devastation. The circumference of a broken heart. The radiance of a glowing death. Tears and fears in arrears. The only way to pay for life’s decisions and choices when under duress. How else did you think it was going to turn out? There is no fairytale to hold on to. There are no remembrances, which do not make me cringe. Some would say, “Just hang in there, it’ll work out if you just give it some time.” I feel as though time has run out. Time ran away from me crying and screaming. I truly wish I knew better, But at this point in my life, what the fuck is the point to any of it? The love I had within me died the day I was born.