The Potential of Your Internal Nature

The dead always wonder what happened to their life. Where did it go? How did they get here? Why do I feel numb? Some of the living ask themselves the same questions. It is said the most important part of living, is the way you lived your life, the quality of one’s character, or if they found true love or not. Non of this is true. In this reality, none of this matters. The only thing that matters, is your internal nature. If one lives their life in accordance to their inner nature, then one has lived throughout the potential of their existence within this mortal realm. If you think or feel my claim is false; ask anyone who has crossed-over and came back, or any entity who has crossed over and didn’t come back. They will most certainly back me up on this.

The Story of Susan:

It is the loud and abrasive, woodblock sound, from the enamel covering chomping teeth, when one is possessed by the harsh throws of withdrawing from barbiturates, which come in the convenient form of antidepressants; all the while fantasizing about suicide, within a diseased intellect. I still cannot get the sound of Susan’s 300 pounds per square inch, of spastic, uncontrollable mandible chomping delirium, out of my ears. The chomping was so loud, so intense; I could feel the vibrations from her jaw within mine. Susan’s breathing was that of an asthmatic, combined with one who has been held under water, far beyond their lung’s capacity to hold any breath. Susan’s gasping style of breathing, combined with her 300lb psi chomping, were consistent with her personal confessions to me of wanting to die. I asked Susan, “Why do you want to die?” She nonchalantly replied, “I no longer believe in God”. This is when I shared my experience of the time I died, and crossed over to the other side of the veil of life and death. I also shared my conversation I had with the Infernal Consciousness, and how it does exist, and is very much real. After hearing my experience of crossing over, Susan was unaffected by my words, as she still wanted to maintain her journey through her suicidal playland. I suspect there is a part of Susan’s psyche, which gives her an erotic arousal, within these types of thoughts. You see, the subject in question is an old client of mine, as I have known her for over fifteen years. Susan has always possessed a meek disposition, while trying to come across as authoritative and controlling; projecting these false traits externally, in order to hide her true internal disposition. Yet this external projection, is simply a thin façade; coving the true debilitations she possesses deep within herself. I have never seen another human being, possessed within this extreme type of mental delirium. Yes; she has never been mentally well, but through her life, she has been able to maintain some functionality, despite the disabling throws of her personal neuroses. Upon sight, when she walked into the room yesterday; I could immediately tell, she was under the spell of a debilitating subconscious mind. The putrid and diseased intellect contained within her subconscious mind, had allowed foreign entities to possess her body energy field, as well as maintain a diabolical hold over her thought process. There were unknown foreign entities, as well as familial ghosts from her past, which were also inhabiting her meek and challenged soul. Unfortunately, Susan was too enthralled within her personal melancholia, to truly recognize or even understand for that matter, what was really going on within her mind. This is when I knew she needed an exorcism, but this was not a service I could provide for her yesterday, given the time I had allotted to spend with her. Instead of providing the initial exorcism, which she desperately required, I decided upon cleansing her body energy field, as a means to quiet the inner turmoil she was currently experiencing. To initiate any type of exorcism upon Susan within her current mental state, would simply be more than her fragile capacity could withstand. I doubt cleansing her body energy field did any good spiritually, but mentally it might have given her some type of emotional strength, in order for Susan to cease having thoughts of ending her own life. I had Susan step outside onto the 18th floor balcony of her hi-rise apartment. When she grabbed the rails of the balcony’s boundary, for a moment I thought she might jump. A part of me wanted to watch her plummet do her death, as the other part of me would have stopped her if she tried. I poured sea salt into her cupped hands, and told her to hold them together; keeping the salt safely contained within the palms of her hands. I told Susan to focus all of her negative and troubling thoughts into the salt she was cupping within her palms. I explained to Susan; when it felt right within her body energy field, she would need to release the salt from her hands, by throwing the entire cupped contents of salt over the balcony. Once she released the cupped contents over the balcony, she exhaled deeply, as though she released something hideous contained deep from within her tortured soul. This is when she turned around, and looked me directly in the eyes. This is when with relief; she spoke, “Thank you”, as she then approached me for a hug. I was not comfortable hugging Susan, as I did not want any of her residual, lingering energy, coinciding upon my body energy field. But I intuitively knew, any residual energy which may still be lingering, did not, nor could, have power over my body energy field in any way, whatsoever. When I left the premises of her domain that afternoon, the thoughts of witnessing a subject in such a state did not leave my mind. In all of my years working with people, and their neuroses, I have never witnessed a subject in such a state of anathema. It is as though, she herself, along with the Infernal Consciousness, have purposefully put her in limbo of consciousness, for some type of payment for a karmic debt. How much wrong does one have to commit upon themselves, and upon the Infernal Consciousness, in order to experience that type of punishment? One will never know another’s thought process, life experiences, nor their true intent within their internal agenda, until one can see the world through another’s eyes. If you really had the opportunity to witness another’s outlook on life; would you choose to do so? By doing so, many people think they would find this endeavor interesting. I can share my personal first-hand experiences with you, as I can explicitly state: they are not! At first, you may be curious, as finding their outlook to be different from your own, but after a while of living behind their sights; nothing within those specific experiences, will be beneficial to you. There will be trace fragmentations, which will attach themselves to your body energy field; enabling your mind, slowly and steadily. It can take years or even decades, to thoroughly rid yourself and your body energy field of these infiltrating trace fragmentations. I know for certain, that I will not see Susan again. This certainty is not that she may end her own life; this certainty is of my own choosing. Susan will not longer be a client of mine, as our time together has now come to a close. There is nothing more I can do for Susan, as I can no longer benefit her life. I as well, no longer find a benefit nor purpose for Susan to be in my life. Existence is a reciprocal lifeform; one must equally give and receive, in order to experience any type of balance. When the scale of the order is tilted or not balanced properly, the experience becomes one-sided; creating a blockage, which no longer serves a purpose to either participant. I have personally witnessed how others, will try to bring about a resolve within a circumstance, which simply cannot and will not exist. As an example; wanting a square to become a circle or a triangle. Simply put: it will never happen. One must allow life to live upon the terms it has set forth for itself. There exists no such control over a life, unless that specific life has conceded its power over to another. Perhaps this is the death Susan had in mind; wanting another to consume the inner control within her, which she was no longer wanted to cultivate and harvest.

Deliberation of Persistence

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.

Don’t You Find it a Little Difficult?

Empathic fucks. Many of the others locked themselves away, as they were life-threateningly afraid of the cove. Spending some quiet time alone, needlessly isolating themselves away from the world, made them an empath. Everyone is now an empath. Also, everyone is now punk rock; sporting their multi Kool-Aid colored hairstyles. I remember when being an empath and punk rock, actually meant something. It was a statement of defiance; coloring your hair pink, blue, or green. Now, I see middle-aged men and women, and older; rocking the Kool-Aided hair trends. Honestly, I couldn’t give two shits, how any of the sheeple want to live their lives. My issue is that the Kool-Aided hair, is yet another symbol of how the mindless follow the mindless; following some ridiculous trend, simply because it is in. There exists a purpose and meaning contained within punk rock. When grandmothers are sporting Kool-Aided hair, this is when punk stops being punk. Punk is a huge “Fuck You” to the establishment. Don’t you find it a little difficult to say Fuck You, to the enterprises you so desperately promote and provide income to? Of course not; you’re a fucking empath. Why would you take anything into consideration? This is why punk is dead; pieces of shit such as yourself killed it off a long time ago. Tell me empath; what are my vibrations communicating to you right now? No. That is not anger, nor hostility you are “feeling”. What you are feeling is the fear pouring forth, coming from within you. You know your claims of being an empath are false, as this too is another trend hidden within the nouveau normal. I know you want to belong. I know being part of a group or a tribe is extremely important to you. But you have lost yourself within seeking the acceptance of other sheeple such as yourself. Don’t blame me for your childhood, I wasn’t there. Whatever daddy issues you have, they are yours to work out. And believe me; your tribe couldn’t give two shits about you or your issues for that matter. This is the main reason so many of the sheeple such as yourself seek acceptance; they know the others do not care about them or their issues, but they keep searching, as they hope to find other sheeple who will.

The Way We Are

A senseless act of consciousness. A random thought within the many sub-levels. This is when it fucks with you. Those little mindfucks seem to follow you and I around, no matter where we seem to go. A deliberate act of consciousness. Create the circumstances, which allow the blinding and deafening images to surface from within. It is not the circumstances which are lethal, but the tag-alongs and piggybacks which also surface along with it. That my friend, that is the true death, which supports the mindfucks spinal column. Another broken vertebrae. The invertebrates always seem to creep up on you and I. This is probably why you and I are the way we are.

When Have You or I Ever Been Normal?

Inspiration is undoubtedly a curious creature, somewhat imitating the sheeple within our lives; pretending to be something it is not. The misanthropic ideologies we have all come to know and love. A disposition known through experience, strength, and hope. Hopefully this will be a temporary experience. But we all know deep, deep, deep inside of ourselves, it will not be. Invisible flags are being flown at this very moment. Their words are tears falling from their sights. When you lack the ability to articulate your thoughts, you lack the fundamental ability to know yourself. I witness this anathema on a daily basis. This anathema seems to be the new pandemic, a new fucking normal we “need” to learn to live with. Acceptance is the key, which does not fit into the lock. I am not a religious person, as critical thinking and religion have nothing to do with one another, but the Bible was right within its wording, “The meek shall inherit the Earth.” Not only have the meek/weak inherited the Earth, it was handed to them on a silver platter. It seems power looks better being served on that platter, as opposed to your decapitated head. Who needs rights or civil liberties? You and I do, this is why you are reading this post at this very moment. The freedom to use your speech, liberates the freedom to use your thoughts. When you censor your speech, you are in fact censoring your thoughts. I still find inspiration to be a curious creature, just as much as I find the sheeple who enjoy being controlled curious. It now seems the individual has officially become an endangerment to the “new normal”. When have you or I ever been normal?