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The Inception of this Mortal Realm

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Your inner daemon has been your constant companion throughout all of your past incarnations, as it will be throughout your future incarnations. In fact, for each and every incarnation, your inner daemon is the guiding force which brings you into this mortal realm, at the exact moment you are supposed to be born into it; moreover, this is how it has been since the inception of this mortal realm. Your inner daemon the guiding force for bringing others into your life, or making sure others will never enter into it. I believe this is why I have remained friendless throughout most of my life, as I have yet to meet another, in which I have a real and true connection with; a soul connection you could say. I know I am living a special type of life, as I also know there are very few of the others, who could walk in my boots and live the type of life as I live it. I do believe my inner daemon is guiding me towards the inner sanctum within the majesty this realm keeps secret from the humans. I know it may sound a tad delusional to you, but you yourself have not experienced the type of life I have. I have yet to document the majority of my life experiences, as they are so grand and fantastic, there are very few who would in fact believe I have experienced, or what I have lived through. No; I do not have a care if you or anyone else believes what I communicate or what I have experienced within this lifetime. It has to do with the circumstances I have experienced, and how those experiences are relevant to the ideas or ideals I am communicating within a specific topic. The grand and fantastic experiences you may or may not believe I have experienced, will be expressed within future publications, not this publication.

VERNAL FIRE PRESS

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VERNAL FIRE PRESS is an independent publishing house based in Houston, Texas. We were birthed out of the fires of necessity, to reveal the unseen ideologies of our spiritual paths. Our genres deal with the darker sides of life, as well as the hidden aspects of our personal human existence.

​Within each and every one of us; lives a voice, an expression, a longing to seek out the specific thoughts, ideologies, and the modalities of the expression within our hearts. There is a specific underlying purpose behind the ideologies and philosophies of VERNAL FIRE PRESS. Our philosophy and our purpose, is to allow the seeking of internal and external explorations to be known and to be fully explored. Our brand of ideologies and philosophies are not meant, nor are they designed for the masses; nor are they designed for the weak minded. We are designated for the select few; as you will never find the select few, integrating themselves among the mindless pedestrians, who aimlessly meander through their lives. The individual, the true individual, knows the absolute truth of themselves, and will never conform to another’s ideologies or beliefs.

​We live our lives within ourselves; within the mirror of our intents, and within the mirror of our expressions and diverse modalities.

Life’s Beautiful Illusion

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Numbness. An aggressive circumstance. A circumcision of the mind’s eye. Another lost cause. Another day directionless. Another life without effectiveness. Too many to count. Mistakes on repeat. A broken record. You and I, we never belonged here. We were mean for so much more, yet the junkyard seemed to trap us within its rusted gates. Another man’s trash is another man’s treasure. But what was it exactly that you and I treasured? Peace of mind? Security? Hope? None of those ideologies have ever existed, let a lone exist within our psyches. It’s a common human error; the neediness of the others. Why is it people think it’s alright to core-dump all of their emotional nonsense upon you and I? I’m pretty sure it is because they are selfish, self-centered weak fucks, as most of the others usually are. It’s always been this way; the weak leaning on the strong, in order to survive life itself. It is you and I who are stuck in this illusion. It is you and I, who are in fact life’s beautiful illusion.

The Great Equalizer

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In truth, death is the great equalizer. In death, friendship ceases to be relevant. Possibly the same thing could also be said about friendship within one’s life. Throughout my lifetime, I have often wondered why I would come across others whom I have a connection with, just to experience this connection within a predetermined period of time, and then simply watch this connection fizzle out before me. It might seem irrelevant to you, but I do find this predetermined period of time to be fascinating to observe. This period of time suggests to me that this connection is simply transitory, as the connection was there to help you through some sort of transition you were experiencing within your life’s progression. It’s funny how life will seem to bring others into your life, even though you may feel as though there is no need for them to be there. Is there really a need for any of us to be there or here? Probably not, yet if you and I are still here, there must be some type of purpose we have yet to fulfill.

A Lie You Could Never Deny

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It has now ended. All of this without having a beginning. No understanding. For what it was created for. I could see the despairing look within your eyes. Distant and ever-glaring. Your skeleton kisses. Numb, lacking conviction. There was no feeling or emotion put into any one of them. A routine you know all too well. I was just another. A man from a mother. A man you felt needed to know the power of your rejection. A man who was going to show you a deep internal infection. It was not that powerful. As the stories would allow you to believe. I have dealt with atrocities such as yourself for most of my life. One of my avid pastimes. You can provide the heartbreaking part. I will provide the breaking part. Your inner sights have been blinded; never seeing the created damage of your life. You are in fact the damaged damage. The internal and external defamation of solicited ideologies. You are the stagnation of misinterpreted philosophies. Hollow body. Life’s commodity. Everything and everyone are for sale. Sale of the century. Sale of impiety. The sale of living in betrayal. Liquidating your morals and standards. Pennies on the dollar. Auctioning your standards off to the highest bidder. You are extraordinarily protective of your lost nature. I have never held you responsible for yourself. Many of the sheeple do not know they have the power to be responsible for themselves. I know you were not always this way. I knew you before you started your exploitation expedition. You took a couple of wrong turns. Never caring to get right with yourself. This is why you have harvested the shattered memories within your burnt garden of lies. This is what created your landscape of disillusionment. There is nothing to reach out to within your psyche. There is no communication within sight. Just the shallow end of your cesspool, which may need a little bit more chlorine. Pissing in the pool. You described yourself as deep, honest, and spiritual. It was a lie you could never deny. I have caught you in many of these, many of times. I have dealt with enough lies within my life. I can smell the lies before the mouth putrefies the air with their syllables. I will allow you to maintain the belief of you being strong. You are as strong, as steel is weak.  You will never again know my thoughts. I will give you exactly what you have given to me. Nothing.