Author: ggkalfas

The dark communion between body, blood, and spirit are greatly unique. There is no other type of communion such as this, which any human will ever experience. No god or goddess; will ever be able to grant the type of sanctuary for mental, physical, or even spiritual transcendence such as the dark communion will. The frequencies which surround all of us, all of the time; these frequencies are what bind us, maintain us as unique creatures. The frequencies which are created and brought forth from taking part of this dark communion are everlasting. All of the Chakras will be exposed to the true undeniable creator; therefore, divinity will be known amongst all of us. The frequencies which will invade our body cavity and our spirit, will bring forth the destruction of any and all diseases. Allowing yourself to be consumed by these outer frequencies and energies, will be life changing; as this is the catalyst for human evolution. This secret, this dark communion, has existed long before the reconciliation of antiquities secrets were known to the common man. Now you know the secrets of antiquity; now you know the truth about yourself, and how the healing truth of transcendence takes place.

Certain words bring forth certain ideologies. A mixture of cantankerous misanthropes. The needle and the thread. Sew back together the lost lives of the dead. A lost part of life. Maintained through obsession. It is not depression, a recollection, or even masturbation. I am the harbinger of necrotic tendencies. The death within every breath you breathe. It is life I incinerate as the soul becomes disbursed. This is when she looks at me in her peculiar way. Behind her eyes. She thinks of me between her thighs. There are no lies. There are no cries. Only the blissful decadence of what lies within. Her hands and thoughts. Violently caressing me from within. The inner longings of her passion. Screaming loudly to be heard. Wings of a feather. Words once remembered. Fly high within the night sky. Along with the raven‘s word.

This is that time of year, the time of year when the other side is more reachable, more tangible. The veil of life and death thins, allowing the adept to see with their own eyes, what truly lies beyond the illusions of life. The sweet intangible dreams we shared, within the melancholic illusions of our lives. That specific undeniable dream we both shared; rotting you and I both to the frayed extinction of our cores. This was our connection, our bloodied bond; always keeping you and I tied together through eternity. When the winds hum, and the leaves fall away; this is our eternal serenade from the eternal mother herself. The winds blow from her bosom; showing you and I the purest kind of love a mother could ever show. The leaves fall away, creating bedding for you and I upon her land. We may not be able to hear her words with our ears, but we can feel her love within our hearts. This is how the true mother speaks to her children; filling our hearts with her eternal, undying, and everlasting love. I know you can feel them; the energies, the spirits all around us. They are always with us; even though, we might not know it at the time. We get distracted and busy; with the meaningless and tedious tasks we undertake within our lives. When we are fully entranced within these tedious, meaningless tasks, as our attention is solely dedicated to these distractions; the energies, the spirits are still with us. Their companionship could be the furthest thought from our minds; yet, it is not far from their minds in the slightest. The energies, the spirits; they are the true reasons why things do, or do not work out according to our intentions. When there is a certain task to be performed, and we are constantly met with blockage; there is a specific, and quite possibly a supernatural reason for this blockage. It is not as simple as, trying to achieve a specific goal, as it is much grander than that. There are specific details within our lives, which sometimes we either neglect, or simply do not pay attention to. The energies, the spirits; they know our true purpose, as they do not neglect the details within our actions, as we sometimes do.

Thinking for yourself can be a challenging undertaking. It takes a strong individual with a strong mind, to be self-reliant within their life. This undertaking is not for the faint, or weak of heart; moreover, it is only the individual who owns the capacity to think for themselves. Some people may in fact think they have the capacity to think for themselves; consequently, these same people are definitely delusional as well as mentally corrupt. There will be experiences within your life, which may leave you fragmented after the experience has passed. These experiences have left a mark within your mind, within your heart, and within your soul. These experiences may now define you, but only if you succumb to this certain experience’s intent. Nothing within this life should be taken personally, as everything which you experience within this life only exists to help you heal yourself. Most people will not see these experiences within this paradigm, as they are content living out their lives as professional victims. The individual, the true thorough individual; will not take life personally, and will intrinsically know life is a game, as they are their own master of their reality, not a master of victimization. These thorough individuals, design their own lives; never allowing another’s thoughts, words, or deeds, hinder or halt the plans within their life. Within this life; curious circumstances may ultimately reveal themselves differently to you, then what you originally interpreted them to be. You may have already noticed this clearly within your life, as life is peculiar within its secret ways. Never surrender to the unknown circumstances you may find within life’s secret ways; it exists to help you, to show you the way to walk down its sacred paths. You will walk down many sacred paths within this life, as directions may change of you when new opportunities are presented to you and your life. Most of the faint and weak of heart, will not see life within its magical light; consequently, resulting in spending the remainder of their lifetime feeling lost, and confused as to what to do and how to do it. For those who know what resides behind life’s closed and/or locked doors, these individuals intuitively know all they need to do is to knock on the closed/ locked door, so it will open and reveal itself to the strong and courageous. If you do not act upon an opportunity, you never know what you may be missing out on in life. What would be the worst think that could happen to you by taking a chance on yourself? What type of loss lives within the fear embedded within your heart? It is silly when you think about it, and say it aloud, isn’t it? Fear is a thorn within the heart, which keeps it from beating fully within the body energy. If you remove the thorn, you will free yourself from all of your past mistakes, guilt, and false beliefs, which are unfortunately holding you back from properly living your life. Now, you know what is holding you back, what are you going to do now? Are you going to act upon your dreams, or are you going to believe the falsity of the fake fear within your heart, and your body energy? The thorough individual has already acted upon their strength, as they already know the truth about life. If you find yourself to be faint and weak of heart; please take the time to relieve yourself of this faintness, of this weakness, and to find the strength within you to pull out this thorn within your sacred, holy, and bruised heart.

The child within the mother’s womb; will undoubtedly inherit all of the mother’s strengths, weaknesses, guilts, pains, agonies, thought processes, and most of all: her blood. The only purpose a man possesses within this process, is the fertilization of the egg within the mother’s womb. The strength of Lilith, resides within the womb of all women. Lilith is the archetypal prototype, as the Ancients designed her to be the mold; internal and external, for all women to be created from. She was cast out of Paradise, for displaying her internal nature of being strong, fearless, independent, self-reliant, and undeniably relentless; subservient to nothing, and to no one. Men are of the external archetype; as their erect penis extends outward, and away from their body. Whereas, women are of the internal archetype; as their vaginas extend inward, towards their heart. This is the sole reason why women are constantly feeling, as men are constantly thinking. The erect penis extending outward; drives men to conquer territory, which can only ever belong to the Ancients. The inward path of the vagina, leads to the inner heart of feelings and emotions. The differences between the creative influxes of men and women; this is the differentiation between the true internal path to one’s own heart, and the true external path of absolution and resurrection within the internal domain. One may take into consideration, overly sexed men; having stagnated, strained, and volatile relationships with their maternal undertakings. They are subconsciously seeking to submerge themselves within any woman’s vagina, in order to heal themselves of the agonies faced throughout their development within their own mother’s womb. This is also true with overly sexed women; seeking out to heal their hearts from the agonies they faced throughout their development with their own paternal seed. We all live our lives through these paradigms and archetypes; seeking a form of treatment, seeking a cure to remedy the traumas within our childhood. We are always seeking a way out of the thoughts, which torment us on a daily basis. Life is the only form of treatment, which will heal the mind, the soul, and the body energy field.

The dewdrop unexpectedly fell away- I could not find the words I was supposed to say- if there were ever any to say- I never knew the place– where I was supposed to be- if there was ever a chase– within her place– she is here again– singing her eyes at me- lost within- blending skin– memories and sanctuaries of forgotten ossuaries– my heart tears and rips within– seeking of what she has always sought- always leading to broken trances and romances- drowning within the sorrowed rot- the dewdrops are singing to me again- I can hear their songs crying in the wind- breaking the silence of my dreams- she is nothing as she seems- a realization to behold– a secret I have never told- until now–