I have stood at the top of many mountains. I have conquered the behemoth’s I stand upon. Many upon many men have conquered only one mountain. They allowed the mountain’s altitude to dwindle their salvation and aptitude; thinking they would never know another mountain’s summit. I know triumph first hand. Knowing of the Left-Hand. I know love first hand. Broken. I have seen the catastrophes played out over and over again. They could never make me blink. But you. Only you. You brought me to my knees. You desperately searched your path, as to why I could never be. Not once searching your path, as to how I could be. Another hidden movement within the realms of isolation. Melancholic moments memorized momentarily. Many of these seductions have been obliterated, during your synthetic relapses. A seductress with slit wrists. Mating pigeons. Broken glasses. Black rats. Dreams of a reckoning. Losing your money over honey. Pushing love away to maintain an extended vacation stay. Taking love straight down your throat. Hoping it will find the poor life choices and decisions; cutting them directly from your speech. Broken words and shallow incantations; fulfilling your erotic daydreamed hallucinations. I am your reality check. Another disposition you will come to regret. I am the mirror you refuse to look into. The one you tried to shatter into a million pieces. I will cut through you every time; shattering the truth right before your eyes. Slicing the rot away from your words. Force feeding your lies right back into you. I will use your words along with my might, to fist fuck your throat down into your stomach. I know you cannot make up your own mind. This is why you are lost on your precious spiritual path. You are a poor excuse for a spiritual awakening. You will eventually find your way. A way back to exactly where it is you have come from. If you allow the material to control and reside over the spiritual. Everything contained within you lies. Your lies are more honest than your heart. Your lies are the most honest part of your being. I have come across many charlatans such as yourself throughout this life, but none who possess your special type of vulgar finessing. This is your special quality. The most high and honest quality you possess. Who taught you such electrifying and deceitful ways? You have cultivated these qualities into such a refined artform. Drastic measures for drastic treasures. There will never be any hope of you finding a soul ritual.
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An Undying Truth
It can seem daunting at times; standing in front of your mirror, and seeing yourself for who and what you truly are. There are many of the others, who lack the capacity or the ability to take on such an undertaking. You never have been like the others; knowing exactly who and how you are, as you possess the truth of sight and understanding; knowing exactly who and what you are within the core of your inner nature. When you stand in front of your mirror, and glimpse into the individual standing before you; there is an undying truth which is wholeheartedly staring right back at you. As a grown man standing before your mirror, you can see the little boy you once were; standing and staring right back at you. The external world changed, molded, and eventually tortured the dreams, which were once contained within you. These dreams are still contained within your heart, yet they have seemed to be tucked away for safe keeping, and to remain protected from the vulturous-handed external world. Now is the time to allow these dreams to be freed from within; allowing them to live and breathe on their own. Your inner dreams possess their own consciousness, as they desire nothing more than to be known; living and breathing their own way of life within the manifestations of the external realm. By trying to keep these dreams hidden away from the surface world, they are slowly being suffocated and denied life. This is not the purpose of dreams, as they were created and designed to be free and to live on their own. You have cultivated and nurtured them to the point of maturity, now you must release them upon the external realm, just as you must release yourself upon the external realm.
G.G. Kalfas 