The quiet of the stillness; longing for and abiding at the same time. It is the quietness of the stillness within the mind, which creates the long sought-after wholeness. The deafening stillness of the mind, can be alluring at times. Especially when the mind is violently consuming within its own methodical ways. There are many ways, which one can drown out their own life. I have become the master within all of the methodical ways. The voices become intolerable. One over and under the other. A constant argument, contained within the cells of my brain. The voices speak their intelligible ways. An intelligible one-way conversation. As it will remain, and how it has always been. Transgressive. I tried to get rid of the voices a long time ago. My methods obviously did not work. This is why I developed a new methodology. Now I have given each one a name. When I hear a new voice within my mind, I give it a name. If the voices will not go away. I might as well get to know them a little bit better. If not me. No one ever will. I am their only hope at life in this world. If I do not give them a voice. Who will?
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.
The Marrow within your Bones
This is when it is heavy, consuming, and mind altering; when the mind and the body are fully consumed by the uncertainty, which slowly seeps its way in. This seeping is purposeful, determined, maniacal, and extraordinarily forceful. This is when the mind will begin to start creating false realities from within; controlling your actions in every way, within its own making. This consumption of uncertainty, will manipulate your being in every possible way within your mind, body, and spirit. You will eventually be consumed to the point of being able to feel your internal organs becoming rearranged within your body cavity. Uncertainty is the greatest ruler over the human condition; a powerful and non-negotiable master, wreaking havoc upon your mind, one painful second at a time. It is humanly impossible to avoid this uncertainty, as it slowly and carefully seeps into your life. When this happens, you will be able to feel the butterflies swooning around within your solar plexus. Unfortunately, they are not butterflies, as they are in fact violent cassowaries. The cassowaries are violently running within your insides in circles; thrashing and slashing your insides apart and open, with their serial killer instincts, and their dagger-like claws. Soon you will have the taste of blood within your mouth; rising up from the inside of your throat, from having your innards thrashed and slashed open. You have no one else to help you, as there never was anyone who could help you. It will be an all-consuming weigh; weighing you down heavily, down deep, below the Earth’s moist soil. You will find that this rich, tainted, and devouring soil, will be the chrysalis of your transformation. Only within this unforeseeable transformation, will be able to devour your old self. This will occur in order for you to be reborn into the true shape, into the true self-expressionist, which has been hiding deep within your fragile inner core from the very beginning. You cannot evade your purpose any longer; your mirror will not allow it to be so. Now, is the opportunity to become the pain, the torture, and the devastation you have always fantasized about; depleting the old self entirely, before the rebirth has a chance to breathe life within this new illusion it is about to explore within your being. The infantile, feeble, fallacies, will certainly defile your rebirthing process without hesitation if you allow it. During your rebirthing process; uncertainty will seep deeply into your fasha, spreading through your muscles, organs, ligaments, then finally resting deep within the marrow of your bones. This is when I will split your body wide open; ripping the bones out of your chest cavity with my bare and bloodied hands, sucking dry the marrow from your bones. Having the marrow sucked clean from your bones, will be the last phase of your transformation process. I will put the old memories, the old habits, and the old ways you have known to death. I will be the only true death you have ever known. After me, you will learn a new way of living, as I am the old ways in which you were dying. There is no greater gift, than the gift of an eternal death. Within this eternal death; you can hear the peaceful and deafening arias of the Fallen Ones, slowly and softly, serenading your eternal transition within your many ecstasies.
The Realm of Illusion
Rigidity. Substance. Nonconformity. Self-reliance. Self-control. Critical thinking. Dominion. Clarity over one’s self: exist within the core attributes of the authentic, true individual. There are no other substitutions; the lack of obtaining these true, fundamental qualities, will be the equivalent of being lost within the herd of the other sheeple lost within society. The natural belief system within an individual is authentic, core, and fulfilling; as there is no truth more powerful than the truth of a man’s inner nature. The nurturing of one’s inner nature, should always remain strong and vigilant. Society will knowingly, and unknowingly try to tear this nature down, and bury it within the cemetery. There is no hope for the lost soul, as no one should help those who dare not help themselves. Secure yourself within your own mind. Level yourself within your own words. Reinvent yourself within your own actions. There is nothing more sacred which will ever exist, other than the existence of your true, unfiltered nature. The true, authentic individual; the true gift onto this mundane world filled with followers, doubters, and naysayers. Only the true, authentic individual, will obtain the power and the insight to transcend the negativity, and the sub-frequencies within the societal material realm of illusion. The true affliction, the true devastation, the true annihilation within this world, and within the soul, exists within the true character of a person. Only through our internal character, can we attain our potential, and ascend into the higher realms of consciousness and Ætheric being. I have attained the hidden understanding, insight, and the conception within the realms of inner and outer. There is a depth, which will never be explored, just as there is a height, which will never be known. To remain unknown, to live as a secret, to be created for the purpose of never being explored; this is the essence within the majesties of the internal, this is the dominion within all of mankind. If you are weak-minded, or lacking an individual’s essence; you exist for a reason and a purpose, which is yours to encounter. You decide your own enchantment, just as you decide your own suffering. Your thoughts create your life, deep within and without your mind’s all-seeing eye. All you ever wanted and never wanted is here, right now, present, for your taking, or for your rejection. It is what you decide for it to exist as: nothing more. You are the seed, which the Universe has planted; now it is time for you to grow into your own life, your own distinct way of living. The realm of life and death are calling upon you. There is a great distance within yourself from yourself. You must heal, so you will no longer have to kneel. You must stand erect to the material world of illusion, as you know it no longer can offer you, nor can it provide for you the life sustaining energies, which allow the soul to transcend this mundane mortal coil. Ascension is now. Life is now. Death is now. You and I are now, forever, and eternal. The chains have been lifted, as the bondage has been broken. There is nothing holding you back from me, other than your thoughts. Peering into the delicate eyes of death, I can see a blissful and delicate remembrance of what once was. The harsh, brutal, unloving eyes of life, contained within an energetic draining of the soul. The translucent veil of life and death await. The healing must take place; my healing from myself. I was the one, who was trying to kill me for all of those years. I know better now, yet the damage has been done, the consequences need to be paid. The lingering of yesterday’s self-deceits, are still lingering within today. Now, the translucent veil awaits my presence; awaiting silently for my soul’s essence. The true gift. Eternal love. Unconditional love. A soul love: the only type of love which can exist.
Lying Slithering Words
Do not allow the consumption of broken beliefs to take flight. This is another trick the mind will play on you; thinking itself defeated and deadened. This misdirection is another distorted influx of unsustainable beliefs. These tricks are diabolical in their means and methods; conspiring against anyone who’s mind they happen to stumble across. They will more than likely stumble across yours, given enough time. They will always seem to come our way, eventually coming into our lives. This is the past being reunited within the future, as you are currently living within the now. They will run away with your thoughts, and eventually with your mind. This is when you should probably slice open the atmosphere; peering into the depths of its inner core. You can do it, just do not be afraid of it. It cannot hurt you, unless you want it to. This is the trick I was talking about earlier, the tricks it plays on your mind. Nothing is more vital, than peering deep inside of its core; witnessing the contents contained within for yourself. This is the most important prophesy of all; fulfilling your life’s obligations to your ascension. Living within fear and meekness, will no longer suffice or sustain. You cannot live within your potential, if you are afraid of facing it head on. The masses will fall flat; fearing the worst kind of fate they have ever imagined. None of it is real. It is another illusion shining bright for the sheeple to witness with their own eyes, and to experience within their senses, and their entire being. This is the representation, and the adaptation of fear manifested within their lives, and before their very sights. The sheeple will tremble with trepidation, as the true individuals will make a stand against the grand illusion. The sheeple will continue to believe the lies, while continuing to be bombarded by the false words from the others, which are constantly slithering deeply into their ears; tickling their brains from inside of their skull. This is why they will continue to believe in these lying, slithering words. This is the blueprint for the new societal idealization: a deep belief in safety by the relinquishment of liberties and freedom. An ignorant belief in the grand illusion of safety. The past will never be relivable. The future will become the grandest, most pious dystopian fulfillment. Utopia. This will only be true, if you allow it to be so. If you wait to act until the fulfillment arrives, it will be too late for any one of us. Breaking the cycle and the chains of mental slavery, is of the greatest importance at this very moment. You must release yourself from any type of mental bondage, you may have found yourself covered in, over the course of your lifetime. How did this happen? Who is to blame? This occurred throughout society, as it is predominantly made up of passive sheeple, who trade liberties and freedom for security. The blame is equally yours, as it is mine. Blame only exists within the eyes of the weak, not the eyes of the strong. These questions are now irrelevant within this point in time. The weak ask these feebleminded questions. The strong take action, so these questions will become irrelevant within the course of the action taken. This is the dividing obstacle, which must be overcome. The time to relinquish your fear has now arrived. Are you the type of person who will continue to believe in the lies, even though you know they are lies? Or are you the type of person, who is going to stand up for what they believe in, no matter the cost? When you have something to lose, this is what makes your mind weak; trembling with fear and anxiety. A possession is an external disposition, not an internal one. Possessions exist as tools; thoughts exist to be acted upon. Stand.
The Empty Times
These are the times of sink or swim. The end times. The last time. Survival mode. Natural selection moving forward without you. No time to hesitate. No one is going to help you, before they help themselves. Stand up and take action, before you are no longer able to stand on your own. The hollow times. The empty times. The lonely times. The lifetimes. The only time you have left. Now is the only time you may have left. Seeking shelter within the what if’s, will no longer suffice. Self-pity is in high demand for those who do not take action now. Relieve your thoughts from disdain, by taking assertive, immediate action. No one is going to do it for you. There are no hands to hold on to. There are no more lifelines. Become the freedom from the thick chains, which are shackling your imprisoned nature’s flight. Recognize how the commandment of the law, is not higher than the commandment of one’s inner nature. Take your stand, and deliver yourself onto your rightful place. The pain and bondage you are feeling, will be nothing compared to what you will feel, if you fail to abide by your internal commandment.
A Whisper in the Midnight Air
Another wasted seed. No chance for growth. Hand to mouth. Throughout a lifetime to count. Not enough fingers. The pulse lingers. Liquid life. White lineage. I am searching. Trying to find my way. A way. A way through it. Through this life. Confusion justified as life. Another censoring habitat. A place I chose. A place where no one goes. I will find it soon. This delirium cannot maintain throughout an entire living life cycle. It must find a way towards an ending. My ending. A new beginning. A new way to live and to understand myself. My life. The way I think when I am alone. Without air to breathe. The cells swim around through my nervous system. They too are looking for a way out. There is no escaping from it. There is no escape from what you are within the night. The truth is binding you and I together. The quiet truth of a whisper in the midnight air. A torn recollection within a wilted, distant glance. Altered perceptions only impede prosperity. Lastly known when I was young. Before the white took me over. No recollection of who I was or where I was. Lost to the voices contained within the devices of vices. A harbinger of the subtle deceit. The tranquil strangulation of a loved one no longer loved. No longer caring for anyone anymore. Questioning everything. Knowing only the truth of what once was. Lies live within the past. They keep lying to you in your future as well. Another way to lose yourself within your past. Another way to become something you were never meant to be. To die blissfully within a consciousness, you no longer belong to. There is no stopping or denying it. Lost within your destruction. Rebuilding a lifecycle. One spoke at a time. All of it within you. Starting over has now become a pastime. A hobby to some. A stranger to others. Spilling the seed for far too long. Another wet and messy pastime. Searching for the only way out. Green dreams do not seem to follow through. The salvation of what seems to be the problem. Look within. Deep within. The blockage is certainly real. Too real. Wondering and pondering. An old habit of mine. Relinquished thought process. Leading me around as a master would control a servant. In circles. Dominating emotions. A long walk which leads to nowhere. I am tired of this questioning. Acceptance does not seem to work all the time for me. Not even the acceptance of myself. Full potential. A stranger. Released from within. Damage upon the damaged. A new revolution of chastisement. Large strong hands pushing it all the way down. Back down to where it belongs. Use both hands to relinquish the pain within you. The weight is unnerving. A pulled cord from an electrical socket. A pulled spine from a Central Nervous System.
Your freedom and your rights are steadily being stripped from you within this very moment. As you are reading these words, as every second ticks its way by, the liberty and the freedom of being who you are, is slowly, steadily, and methodically being erased. You are being force-fed a narrative within the external, which the internal knows is false. Believe what you feel, not what you are being told. Your heart knows the truth, as your ears will hear the lies trying to seep their way into it.
G.G. Kalfas 