The Voodoo Industrial Komplex
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When Death Becomes a Living Life
Swallow the hollow words. They will never understand anything you have to say. Knowledge before swine. The eyes deepen, withstanding the test of time. The meek will seek the weak, as the strong snap their spine in half. Speak your bleak thoughts. They will never understand anything you will ever think. In here, there is no need for them to. Kill them swiftly, before they kill you first. Suffocate them thoroughly, before they try to put a plastic bag over your head. Act as though you are becoming, so they will never see you coming. They will never understand anything you do. Your actions surpass the other’s functionality. They have an absolute inability to perceive your disposition; having been subjected to mental circumcisions. Blinded by ego, arrogance, and a hex, their six-pointed beliefs are trite. Trite does not equal right; only might does. Living their lives as sycophants. Just as they have since antiquity. Through the Æons, only time and technology will change. People never do. You can no longer see someone as you want them to be. You can only see them for how they truly are. This is how you learn about the others. This is how you learn about yourself. This is the true method concerning the ideals within life, and the transitional point when death becomes a living life.
(Become your own god, as not to become the sod, which another may use to fertilizes their garden with)
His Canine Companion
Animals, and the connection the humans have with them, can be unique and quite peculiar. I have witnessed many humans caring more for an animal they have no emotional connection to, as opposed to another human they have no emotional connection to. Why do you think this is? Is it the fact that many animals, such as dogs and cats, lack the ability to survive on their own, without the help of another human? Or is it the need to care for another living creature, which may not have any physical power to overcome you? As I was driving to work one morning; I witnessed a passerby walk over a homeless man, as the passerby was showing quite a concern for the homeless man’s scraggly, unhealthy looking canine companion. This nosey passerby inquired about the dog’s health, and if the dog had eaten that day, as the passerby only cared about the dog’s health, and thought nothing of the starving man lying on the pavement before him. Later that afternoon, I had a conversation with a female friend of mine about the passerby, homeless man, and his canine companion. This friend became enraged at the thought of the homeless man, or anyone else who was homeless, keeping a dog, as she thought this idea to be inhumane for any animal. She justified that the homeless man could not provide the proper settings the dog would need, in order to have the type of quality of life for this dog to “thrive” in the world. I find it interesting how the others care more about animals they cannot communicate with, as opposed to those they can. I guess that old saying is true: a dog is a man’s best friend. So, next time you hear another human being talking about how much they “care” for the others around them, and how they love being around people, and how they consider themselves a people person; it is important to remember they are more than likely full of shit.
Daily Adventures
Do you ever think about becoming me; living, breathing, deadening the life I live? Of course you don’t. The butterflies come to visit me on a continual basis. It would seem as though this is some type of internal and external symbolism, which has yet to be fully revealed onto me. You would think there was some type of metamorphosis underway, but it is another illusion within the external realm playing tricks upon my psyche. Have you ever thought about the daily adventures of a butterfly? Of course you don’t; why would you? Life has a way of focusing one’s attention on the unimportant issues such as mandates, social media, cat videos, and what some “personality” says, thinks, or feels, about some manufactured problem, which actually has no relevance within your life as you know it to be- at least not the real life you are supposed to be living within this very moment. The distractions within one’s life are specifically created to keep one’s attention focused upon the toxicity within this realm, as opposed to the daily adventures of the average butterfly. Think about it, if you can. If you still have a thought process left. If you do in fact possess some type of residual aspects of critical thinking hiding within the modalities of your flaccid thought process. It is very easy for one to lose their mind within this current reality we all seem to be experiencing, yet the butterflies seem to be immune to it: the original natural immunity.
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 have always associated 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 type. I know the robins will eventually send the real type, the permanent type 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 with birds. 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.
Tomorrow is Now
How much longer do you think you and I have left? I am not sure either. This is why you and I must treat tomorrow as if it were today; as if it were now- as if it was occurring at this very moment. It is interesting, as you and I do not know what will occur tomorrow, let alone within the next five minutes. Consciousness transitions both time and space, yet consciousness also transcends within itself. Life is a state of consciousness, just as death itself is. There is no escaping tomorrow, as at one time, right now, was once considered tomorrow. Fucked up how that works; isn’t it? But then again, you and I are pretty fucked up.
G.G. Kalfas 