Undertows

Words have undercurrents, or undertows you could say. Contained within these underlying depths; this is where the true intentions, the true meaning of that in which is being communicated and inhabits. This is also where the fragmented deaths you have experienced within your life go to live and breathe. Nothing is permanent, as life, and everything contained within it are temporary. Finding peace within yourself (within your words) is the only peace you will find within your waking life.

All we need to do is think for ourselves properly; never allowing external forces to propagandize our thought process. Many “people” within our current civilization, do not have the capacity to properly think for themselves, as they are strangers to the critical thinking aspect of their mentality. For the majority of “people” this aspect of their mentality does not exist. These “people” become confused when they hear words they do not understand; moreover, they become more confused when the definitions of words they use have been suddenly changed. Words are used today, in which their definitions do not belong to them. Change the words and definitions of the “people”; you change the way the “people” think. This is the Control Machine’s undying purpose and goal. To control one’s thought, is to control one’s very own soul.

Returning our mind’s ownership to ourselves, is probably the most important act you will ever endure within this lifetime. The majority of “people” no longer enjoy thinking for themselves, as they prefer to be guided, and ultimately told why, what, and how to think. For the majority of “people”, they no longer see the purpose, or find any type of need to think for themselves. It’s okay, let the Control Machine think for you. By doing so, the Control Machine will comfort you with all of the mental anguish you have always longed for. When one accepts mental laziness, one ultimately accepts mental death within themselves.

Self-Reliance

Henry Rollins once said, “…all you have is yourself and your mind…” Over the course of my lifetime, I have come to understand just how true that statement is. Self-reliance within itself, is truly the only tangible grasp one can feel within their lives, as one is holding on to their nonconformist ideologies. In case you were wondering, I have never been able to depend on anyone within this lifetime; let alone trust anyone for that matter. All you can trust is one’s nature, and how they will live their life in accordance to their nature. Resourcefulness, nonconformity, volition, and self-reliance are the traits of an individual, who will only know success within their lifetime. Compliance = Death. Not necessarily a physical death, but the death of your consciousness. Remember that.

Conditioned.

At this very moment. You are being conditioned. In thought. In word. In deed. They are not your own, as these are circumstances “brought to you by (buy)” the Control Machine. Your new best friend. Your new God. Your new parental advocacy committee. Your New Normal. You are living a lifestyle/lifetime, that has been carefully molded and mandated for the consumption and convenience of your consciousness. That gritty taste upon your tongue, and in between your teeth; that’s the taste of dirt in your mouth. What else would you be tasting lying six feet under, trapped in a casket?

Which One Are You?

They are still talking to me; reminding me how little I have left to fall, in order to hit the bottom of life’s cesspool. Another pacifist trying to give me survival advice. Another noose I will need to tighten. Another indulgent delight I get to take part in. It never gets old; pacifying the ones who constantly need too much attention. Death, will more than likely be the only type of attention they will ever receive from me. The tears and fears they spread amongst themselves. Another virus to add to their motion picture pandemic. What kind of face covering do you wear to protect yourself from their stupidity? Some wear pointy hoods of cotton, while others wear M-95’s. I prefer for them all to see my face; naked and bare, and the disgust which is displayed upon it. It makes no difference to me, of how the others live their lives. All I ask is for the others not to proselytize their stupidity upon me. Really? Is it too much to ask? They get bored too easily; with absolutely no type of personal interests whatsoever, to keep them sharp, agile, or even self-aware. Self-awareness is truly lacking within these types, as though they are expecting everyone around them to be as dull, numb, and as stupid as they are. Very few have the ability to honestly think for themselves. Tell me; which one are you, agile or board?

Life Crushed It.

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.

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.