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 seasons are the reasons of why you dwell here. I have seen these people within here before; looking, searching, feeling out the lopsided landscapes of their personal oblivion. The blind leading the lost; the inept following the blind. They all will eventually come here at one point during their lives; looking for what already exists inside of themselves: salvation. I do not guide them in a specific direction, as you can never guide the lost to find themselves. This is a miraculous undertaking one must accomplish on their own; a feat only the true individual can wholly and completely endure within themselves. This is the deepest, blackest, and brutal undertaking one could ever know or withstand within their lifetime. Seasons exist for a number of reasons; a reason for every reason you are alive. The seasons will always exist externally, surrounding you and I. The seasons will always exist internally, within you and I. The quiet and the instinctive metamorphosis surrounding you and I, will create, design, mold, and eventually allow you and I to become what we were always meant to be: the personification of transition. This is why I have deliberated long enough; this is why you have hidden yourself away from the others during your life. 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.
I understand the phrase very personally. Death is with us from the moment we are brought into this world, to the moment it decides to take us with her to the other side. Being human is nothing but death on a daily basis. I have learned within my life, no one can make a difference; the difference makes you. You wake up one morning looking at the years of your life, which have escaped from you. You come to the realization that you are the only thing which has changed, or is different. When you see the world through the true eyes of neglect, only then can you experience the rawness from within the solitude of the nothing.
Another hand gripping the throat. A perplexing ideology for those who can breathe. Breath gives life meaning. We give so many things specific meanings from which their is no resonance of it from within. 99% of what someone says to you, has absolutely nothing to do with you. How is it you are responsible for the way another reacts to you? You are not. Only they are. This is the sound of the sheeple’s march. You are responsible for the thoughts, feelings, and compliance of the sheeple. Not really, but in their eyes you are. Break them fully, slowly, and steadily. Plant and grow your seeds deep within their subconscious; allowing these seeds to sprout unbeknownst to them. When they force and pervert their ideologies onto you, this is the best time to plant your seeds. Let them understand in great detail, what a hand around the neck truly tastes like. Dig deeply.
G.G. Kalfas 