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.

True Light and True Darkness

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A fleeting glance into yourself. A distant voice screaming your name. A longing which will always remain unfulfilled. It is a culmination of purpose, meaning, defamation, and resilience; circling around the cesspool of your putrid animal desires. This is where it all ended for you; knowing nothing different other than what you have experienced. It is the same game you have played your whole life: the game of Chance. Soon enough, you will be out of chances; only left with the realizations of what could have been accomplished, if you were not so distracted by the distractions you artfully created for yourself. This is where that old story ends, and your new story begins. Now is where I give you the new start you have always been looking for; that new life you have been seeking, that cleansing you so desperately wanted. Here it is. It is all yours now. It is up to you if you keep it clean, or if you dirty it up before its usage. I trust you will make the right decision for yourself, as you have had a lifetime of making the wrong ones for yourself. I will give you some time to think about it; time for you to adjust to this new process, this new way of living. It can be a little daunting at first; seeing life, this game, this illusory enchantment for what it truly is. Most of the people in here have never made it out of here alive, yet I see something different in you. I feel confident you will raise yourself in the light you have always seen your potential in; a bright, glowing light, illuminating all of the external and internal seasons, from within to without. This is why I have allowed you to come in here; this is why I have allowed you to see me, my form, as I truly am. The others who have decided to come in here, they cannot bear to see my true form. I am unlike anything they have ever seen before. I am a culmination of the true light, and the true darkness; the super conscious and the subconscious combined. I am what the everlasting gaze into the unknowable looks like; an endless void into the human architype. Contrary to what you may believe, or what you may have been told; I am the true creator of this realm, I am the real reason as to why you are here, why you exist. The sole reason as to why your hands exist, serves the purpose of creating for me. Everything you create within this world belongs to me; by giving you the gift of life; in return, I shall receive the gift of creation from you. This is your true purpose, the true reason as to why you exist, why you are here.

Don’t You Find it a Little Difficult?

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Empathic fucks. Many of the others locked themselves away, as they were life-threateningly afraid of the cove. Spending some quiet time alone, needlessly isolating themselves away from the world, made them an empath. Everyone is now an empath. Also, everyone is now punk rock; sporting their multi Kool-Aid colored hairstyles. I remember when being an empath and punk rock, actually meant something. It was a statement of defiance; coloring your hair pink, blue, or green. Now, I see middle-aged men and women, and older; rocking the Kool-Aided hair trends. Honestly, I couldn’t give two shits, how any of the sheeple want to live their lives. My issue is that the Kool-Aided hair, is yet another symbol of how the mindless follow the mindless; following some ridiculous trend, simply because it is in. There exists a purpose and meaning contained within punk rock. When grandmothers are sporting Kool-Aided hair, this is when punk stops being punk. Punk is a huge “Fuck You” to the establishment. Don’t you find it a little difficult to say Fuck You, to the enterprises you so desperately promote and provide income to? Of course not; you’re a fucking empath. Why would you take anything into consideration? This is why punk is dead; pieces of shit such as yourself killed it off a long time ago. Tell me empath; what are my vibrations communicating to you right now? No. That is not anger, nor hostility you are “feeling”. What you are feeling is the fear pouring forth, coming from within you. You know your claims of being an empath are false, as this too is another trend hidden within the nouveau normal. I know you want to belong. I know being part of a group or a tribe is extremely important to you. But you have lost yourself within seeking the acceptance of other sheeple such as yourself. Don’t blame me for your childhood, I wasn’t there. Whatever daddy issues you have, they are yours to work out. And believe me; your tribe couldn’t give two shits about you or your issues for that matter. This is the main reason so many of the sheeple such as yourself seek acceptance; they know the others do not care about them or their issues, but they keep searching, as they hope to find other sheeple who will.

Living it Wrong

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There is no need to withdraw any longer. I always ask myself, “Why did they leave me?” They left because it was time for them to depart from me. It was time for me to depart from them. Purpose. They no longer served mine, as I no longer server theirs. Lack of purpose A mutual rescission. Growth is the most important type of growth. A hand that gives and takes. Sometimes it may seem it takes too long, but the hand is never late. Fate is always on time for you and I. To be completely transparent, I did not want them around, nor in my life any longer. They were all dead weight; complaining, nagging, and moaning albatrosses. Dead fucking weight. Bleeding dead weight. What a waste of a human life. At least it’s theirs and not mine. Imagine living through their fucked up, delusional, non-sensical bullshit of a life. All of that self-hatred focused upon yourself, and the people pleasing mentality, you would succumb to and endure throughout the rest of your life. Fuck that! Now I know why they self-medicate and alter their consciousness on a daily basis. It is simply a means to survive within a life they no longer want to live, as they never could find any meaningful purpose within it. When you hear one of them complaining about complaining, this is how these others will reveal themselves to you. If life is something you find yourself want to escape from, you are more than likely living it wrong.

The Way We Are

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A senseless act of consciousness. A random thought within the many sub-levels. This is when it fucks with you. Those little mindfucks seem to follow you and I around, no matter where we seem to go. A deliberate act of consciousness. Create the circumstances, which allow the blinding and deafening images to surface from within. It is not the circumstances which are lethal, but the tag-alongs and piggybacks which also surface along with it. That my friend, that is the true death, which supports the mindfucks spinal column. Another broken vertebrae. The invertebrates always seem to creep up on you and I. This is probably why you and I are the way we are.

Ordered Principles of Life

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Design your life for you- no one else.

Do not count on anyone else- but yourself.

Do not trust anyone else- but yourself.

Always think through every decision you make. Adhere to the law of cause and effect.

If you take others into consideration for what you want in life, you will be disappointed every time.

When speaking to others, depending on the situation, act as though you do not know. You will be able to see their true intent. The weak always prey on those they think are weak. This is now when you destroy the other.

Always follow your heart, if you listen to your brain it will kill you.

If you are lucky enough in this life to find your passion, you will be lucky enough to find your greatness. Within this passion, greatness will reveal itself. Only then will you be able to realize your full potential.

Since you can only depend upon yourself in this life, you must at all costs design for yourself safety. If you fall, no one will be there to pick you up. You must get up on your own and learn how to walk again.

At all times, always be yourself. Never allow anyone to see your true heart, you will be exposed and others will know your weakness. Always be yourself internally. Project a part of your personality that is congruent to the individual you are dealing with. Only then will you be able to see and know the others intent they wish to bestow upon you.

Do not be an ignorant fool about life. No one cares about you and no one probably ever will. You must create your own life for you, no one else.

Always be true to the code of the law that is naturally within you.

Know who you are at your core through deep introspection.

Never allow anyone to put a picture in your frame of mind. Always think for yourself.

Every second is a perception as every perception is change. We are constantly changing. We are perfection just as clouds are. Clouds are always changing shape, but they are still clouds. We too are always changing shape, just like clouds. This is our purpose.

One or two books is not considered a library. Ten or twenty books is not a library but could be considered a collection. Twenty to fifty books are a collection. A hundred to a thousand books are a library. Create with a library, not a collection.

One Morning

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I understand the phrase very personally. Death is with us from the moment we are brought into this world, to the moment it decides to take us with her to the other side. Being human is nothing but death on a daily basis. I have learned within my life, no one can make a difference; the difference makes you. You wake up one morning looking at the years of your life, which have escaped from you. You come to the realization that you are the only thing which has changed, or is different. When you see the world through the true eyes of neglect, only then can you experience the rawness from within the solitude of the nothing.