The sweet moans of life being birthed. The confusion settles in, as the sweet moans are not so sweet. The moans are the crying screams of thoughts, goals, and aspirations being crushed; one at a time. Life has a curious way of encroaching itself upon you, and upon your very consciousness. Life has a sense of humor only it understands. Ha fucking ha. Cyclical. The silent laughter of pain, torment, and rage. I have gone deaf from the silence.
Tag: illusion
True Light and True Darkness
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.
The Boneyard of Your Bondage
The needle has been threaded, within the fabric of which you are embedded. A glimpse into the boneyard of your bondage. Threads can easily be severed, releasing that which is treasured. Hearing lies coming from the mouths of flies. A home in which you inhabit alone. The only type of frothing a wilted mouth can provide, and the methods from which it is sewn. These are words the herds will never know.
From Behind Your Eyes
It can only be tolerated for so long
That piercing feeling
That feeling you get in the back of your neck
It feels as though someone drove a flathead screwdriver into your occipital cavity
It is deep inside
You can feel the screwdriver moving around behind your eyes
It is trying to unscrew your mind from behind your eyes
It will not work
Your brain seems to be welded into your cranium
I have a blowtorch if you would like to borrow it
The Realm of Illusion
Rigidity. Substance. Nonconformity. Self-reliance. Self-control. Critical thinking. Dominion. Clarity over one’s self: exist within the core attributes of the authentic, true individual. There are no other substitutions; the lack of obtaining these true, fundamental qualities, will be the equivalent of being lost within the herd of the other sheeple lost within society. The natural belief system within an individual is authentic, core, and fulfilling; as there is no truth more powerful than the truth of a man’s inner nature. The nurturing of one’s inner nature, should always remain strong and vigilant. Society will knowingly, and unknowingly try to tear this nature down, and bury it within the cemetery. There is no hope for the lost soul, as no one should help those who dare not help themselves. Secure yourself within your own mind. Level yourself within your own words. Reinvent yourself within your own actions. There is nothing more sacred which will ever exist, other than the existence of your true, unfiltered nature. The true, authentic individual; the true gift onto this mundane world filled with followers, doubters, and naysayers. Only the true, authentic individual, will obtain the power and the insight to transcend the negativity, and the sub-frequencies within the societal material realm of illusion. The true affliction, the true devastation, the true annihilation within this world, and within the soul, exists within the true character of a person. Only through our internal character, can we attain our potential, and ascend into the higher realms of consciousness and Ætheric being. I have attained the hidden understanding, insight, and the conception within the realms of inner and outer. There is a depth, which will never be explored, just as there is a height, which will never be known. To remain unknown, to live as a secret, to be created for the purpose of never being explored; this is the essence within the majesties of the internal, this is the dominion within all of mankind. If you are weak-minded, or lacking an individual’s essence; you exist for a reason and a purpose, which is yours to encounter. You decide your own enchantment, just as you decide your own suffering. Your thoughts create your life, deep within and without your mind’s all-seeing eye. All you ever wanted and never wanted is here, right now, present, for your taking, or for your rejection. It is what you decide for it to exist as: nothing more. You are the seed, which the Universe has planted; now it is time for you to grow into your own life, your own distinct way of living. The realm of life and death are calling upon you. There is a great distance within yourself from yourself. You must heal, so you will no longer have to kneel. You must stand erect to the material world of illusion, as you know it no longer can offer you, nor can it provide for you the life sustaining energies, which allow the soul to transcend this mundane mortal coil. Ascension is now. Life is now. Death is now. You and I are now, forever, and eternal. The chains have been lifted, as the bondage has been broken. There is nothing holding you back from me, other than your thoughts. Peering into the delicate eyes of death, I can see a blissful and delicate remembrance of what once was. The harsh, brutal, unloving eyes of life, contained within an energetic draining of the soul. The translucent veil of life and death await. The healing must take place; my healing from myself. I was the one, who was trying to kill me for all of those years. I know better now, yet the damage has been done, the consequences need to be paid. The lingering of yesterday’s self-deceits, are still lingering within today. Now, the translucent veil awaits my presence; awaiting silently for my soul’s essence. The true gift. Eternal love. Unconditional love. A soul love: the only type of love which can exist.
G.G. Kalfas 