Tag: death

Circumvent the Initial Response

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This is when the stinging thorn of a dark cold Winter, will stick itself deep into your Common Carotid Artery. One must ultimately circumvent the initial response, and come to understand that what is being felt is actually hereditary. This is a father’s negligent and unloving gift to a lost son; a lost son searching for himself within the life-numbing pain of the stinging thorn, which is contained within the dark of a cold Winter. There are times when you will feel an internal itching, as though what you are experiencing is coming from deep within your inner core. There are also times when that internal itching, is not part of your internal core, as it has been grown from within you, not of your own accord. This internal itching, is actually of a hereditarian disposition. This internal function, may feel as true to you, as you feel true to yourself, but this is the subtle illusion of a hereditarian trick being played out deep within your consciousness. There may be times when you instinctually may feel to act, or think of acting in a specific way. Yes; one will usually be reactive in a specific way, in accordance to their specific life experiences and thoughts processes. Yet, there is a good chance this could be another hereditarian trick being played out upon the consciousness. Your personal reactiveness, a specific thought, or the internal dialogue you may have, could in fact be that of a father, mother, or possibly even an ancestor would have had. In actuality, there is no real way to tell the difference between the two. There are special disciplines, which one could perform, in order to break away from any type, or any residual hereditarian behavioral patterns. The first and foremost important step one would need to explore, is the exploration of one’s true inner self. The inner rawness contained within one’s self, may in fact be the rawest and most difficult process they may ever endure. A tremendous amount of inner strength is needed, in order to accomplish this endeavor. For most people, this can be a terrifying act of self-exploration, as they will spend the rest of their lives wanting to follow through within exploring themselves, yet lacking the initiative and inner strength needed in order to do so.

Life’s Harshest and Truthful Realizations

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Reactiveness. This is the easiest and quickest way to get to know someone. How someone reacts to the uncontrollable, is the perfect measuring tool to gauge their inner strength. Most of the others will fold under any type of pressure, as they are inept to think independently, as they lack any type of capacity for critical thinking. It really is not their fault, as in today’s world, survival skills are not taught in any type of learning or education facility. One must learn how to survive life on their own. I never could quite understand how so many of the sheeple think it is the responsibility of another for them to survive in this world. You are probably wondering; what exactly do I mean by survival skills? I am referencing these types of skills in everyday situations. I find that artistic/ creative individuals, will usually be more adaptable, when it comes to the great uncertainty contained within the uncontrollable cycle of life. It is actually quite sad; watching these types of absentminded sheeple, scurrying hopelessly, as they rummage around within their life. There is a part of me that wants to show them the way, in order to help them. There is also another part of me that wants to watch them sink and drown in their very own emotional holocaust. This subtle aspect of exhibitionism, is simply the sadistic part of my personality, slowly coming out to examine the feeble-minded sheeple in their natural habitat. I believe everyone lives their own life within their created mental comfort zone. For some of the sheeple, they will usually have an extraordinarily difficult time, when discovering for themselves, life’s harshest and truthful realizations. This truth will be abrasively revealed to these sheeple, as they fight for their lives to deny it. The lies they have been told throughout their ignorant lives, are far too thick to spread open; unable to see how the truth has been hiding underneath this whole time. I find it interesting how so many of the sheeple will fight to believe the lies they have been told, rather than let go of all falsities, and realize the actualities arising from within their body energy fields. I also find it interesting how beliefs are also hereditarily passed down from one generation to the next. Some of the others realize these their beliefs are false, as the remedy these false narratives by completely releasing them from their internal consciousness. For others, they will maintain their implanted beliefs and narratives for posterity. Why do these others seem to think there is some type of redemption, living a life filled with pain and suffering? This answer would be better left for the crime scene investigators, as neither you or I could answer this question.

Fully. Completely. Thoroughly.

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The deep chasms keep burning their thoughts into my soul. Another leftover for a new remembrance. They are always the same. Bitter. Bloody. Breakable. Gnawing deeply into the marrow. Drink of the sweet juices contained within their thoughts. I enjoy feasting upon their forgotten memories. Their old remembrances. My new pleasure. A toy to break at my convenience. A life to take to the grave. A secret to nourish into extinction. The slopes of the female form. The devastation I can provide for them. Traumatizing their embodiment. Fully. Completely. Thoroughly.

Deliberation of Persistence

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Another morning. Eyes burning. In shock of what they are witnessing. Another morning. Within another lifetime. The differences are repeating themselves. A transition within a self-limiting existence. No threshold. Only a stranglehold of the consciousness. Back breaking endeavor. Split spine. The soul’s wasted time. A deliberation of persistence. Another aggression on repeat. Repeating itself. There is a distinction within the hue. Neither you nor I, knew it at the time. There is no such control, when it comes to the unknowable; other than the type of control one will allow to be bestowed upon them. Do you really think there is another type of control? No, there exists no such thing. It was all a scam. Life. Liberty. The pursuit of nothingness. I already thought you knew all of this by now, or at least you began to figure this out. I guess not.

The Instinctive Metamorphosis

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The seasons are the reasons of why you dwell here. I have seen these people within here before; looking, searching, feeling out the lopsided landscapes of their personal oblivion. The blind leading the lost; the inept following the blind. They all will eventually come here at one point during their lives; looking for what already exists inside of themselves: salvation. I do not guide them in a specific direction, as you can never guide the lost to find themselves. This is a miraculous undertaking one must accomplish on their own; a feat only the true individual can wholly and completely endure within themselves. This is the deepest, blackest, and brutal undertaking one could ever know or withstand within their lifetime. Seasons exist for a number of reasons; a reason for every reason you are alive. The seasons will always exist externally, surrounding you and I. The seasons will always exist internally, within you and I. The quiet and the instinctive metamorphosis surrounding you and I, will create, design, mold, and eventually allow you and I to become what we were always meant to be: the personification of transition. This is why I have deliberated long enough; this is why you have hidden yourself away from the others during your life. 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.

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.