Be the Process

When you are alone within your mind, where is it exactly that you travel to? What is it exactly are you thinking about when you have that out of body experience? It is usually a dark place within your past, or a far off distant land you think you may arrive at within your future. It seems neither exist. You only exist within the right-now. You exist within the thought you are currently experiencing within present time. Do not allow the residue of the past to taint the triumphs you will possess within your future. Be the process of strength you were designed to be. Be the legacy of your life. Create your dominion within your surroundings. Do not outsource your strength, courage, dominance, nor capabilities to any external third party. You are your own salvation.

For the Rest of Your Life

This is where it begins. The rest of your life. The rest of your choices. This is when you are a witness. Of how the Control Machine silences the voices of humanity. The death throws of the living. While witnessing the sliced throats of the sharpened pendulum swinging. The citsinummoC thought process is thick within the ideology of the weak-minded and weak-willed sheeple. These are brain dead zombies who are not our equals. We must think for ourselves, as we are few and far between. We must become our own salvation, always camouflaged, and never seen.

The Inner Voices are Guiding

Words of fire, give way to a spirit aflame. There is majesty and power, within one’s honed name. A tree will grow, rooted within your soul. Its leaves will sew a desire, longing for control. As you lay numb, pinned to the Earth. You will live numb, in order to see your self-worth. Grow where you are planted, within the soil of your life. Diseases will run rampant, within internal and external strife. Feasting upon the living carnage, which tried to leave you behind. The shallow gallows of wreckage, growing within your mind. The Earth shakes with movement, hollowing itself out. Hades ascends from underneath, thrashing wildly about. There is no fear, in wanting to know what exists below. All you hold dear is waiting to flee, waiting to see what will never grow. There will never be an escape, from yourself or your nature. An endeavor you can escape, but never from your inner creature. The blood will freely sing from within your veins. The hymn will freely sting, from life-long pains. There is not another life to master, you are the only master which exists. Life is simply another disaster, which will continue to persist. Make peace within yourself, and within your world. Be an individual within yourself, never joining the herd. Rise from the burnt offerings, and the ashes from within. Live and walk within the fires of your true name. Giving your new life purpose and meaning to begin. The purifying fires, cleanse the denied. The healing waters, raises the truth from within those who lied. Seeking salvation, within the flowing wings of destiny. Finding warmth and love, within natures hands of plenty. The inner voices are guiding, never hiding. The inner yearnings will free your soul, never binding you with control. The inner longings will allow you to see, never blinding you with what was never meant to be. Your inner nature will show you what you need. Never rejecting the incantations living within your seed.