A Delicate Homicidal Device

A delicate homicidal device. The kind which tortures you from the inside out. The kind which creates realities you never knew could exist within your past, and will never exist within your future. It is a side effect of living life; being delusional while trying to understand the secret meanings within the strange occurrences contained within life. The types of meanings, hidden within secret and sacred symbolism, which the Universe surprises you with at very specific moments within your life. I have experienced these types of moments all throughout my lifetime, as they have been harbingers of occurrences to come. Sometimes, I will see the eagles flying high in the sky over me. There have been times, when I have seen anywhere from, one to five eagles flying together at the same time. When I see the eagles flying high in the sky over me, this is when I experience a deep, lonely sadness within my heart. Seeing the eagles, denotes there will be peace and uplifting horizons before me. All I need to do is maintain my course; getting through what I am currently experiencing, and all will become right again within my life. This has always been the case after I see the eagles flying high in the sky over me. With robins, I associate them with love. The Universe speaks to me through the robins. When I start thinking about, and wanting love in my life, this is when I begin to see the robins. I never see robins on a consistent basis, I only see them when love is about to arrive into my life. It may not necessarily be of the true type of love, a soul type of love, or even a lasting type of love. The love I receive is usually of the passing kind. I know the robins will eventually send the real kind, the permanent kind of love into my life. Or quite possibly, the robins might be fucking with me. I do not think they are, but you never know. It is important to never reject love when it comes into your life, no matter what type or form it may appear in. Love will wear many different disguises, just as she always has. Our egos, this is what will reject love. The judgement within your glance, is the same judgement glancing back at you. This is the reflected image within the mirror, staring back at you. This image is love. Love will always make an appearance in your life, but not necessarily in the form we personally requested for it to be in. As though the human ego knows more about love than the Universe does.

EGO

The longing. The belonging. The symphonic appetite of might versus right. Wrong does not exist when might is starving. Butterfly wings when Nature sings Her songs of goodbyes. Fractured sensations bring about late revelations, of what was always known. The subtle hands of thirsty glands, will pour forth upon one’s stained Life’s sands. The confusion is not a delusion within the realm of substitution, as it is pouring forth the waste and haste from one’s inner contusion. One can feel the essence of Life dripping down from their hand, as the power is thick from within Life’s gland; providing it is being giving a tight enough squeeze. Life will squeeze you at specific times within your Life. This is when you might want to squeeze Life right back. Don’t worry, Life will not take it personally as you always seem to do. Life knows better than that. The human ego always seems to get in the way of one’s Life. Maybe when we stop living through our ego, we will begin to start living Life.