You must fully understand what you are dealing with mentally, as you must also dissect and understand what you are personally going through spiritually. You can think until your thoughts run themselves rampant within your mind, or you can decide to take action within your life; creating the much-needed foundation for you to once again build upon. You may find yourself never receiving the external type of help you may think you need, in order to build this foundation of permanence. All of the tools you need are already at your disposal. Nature will only provide for you what you need, only when the time arrives for these provisions to be utilized. You are just as much a part of nature as the trees, birds, the winds, flowers, and the Sun shining upon you and your fragmented life. Nature will only allow the rains to fall upon its Earth, when its birds and flowers need to drink of her eternal nourishment. Nature will only destroy, in order to birth herself once again. She will birth herself in her pure, undeniable image, within the pure, undeniable likeness of her mirror. Inner strength, foresight, and knowing, is needed in order for this rebirth to take form. One cannot maintain a past thought process, while venturing into a new way of life, just as one cannot be who they once were, when seeing the world through a newly created sight within their newly formed mind. When maintaining a previous thought process, while moving forward within an ascending rebirth, you will only guide yourself back to the past, and that in which you are trying to ascend from. This movement forward must be approached in a way which is pure, truthful, and without hesitation. Non-action is the worst kind of action one could embrace, as this habit of waiting for something to happen is deviant within its internal beliefs. This is a display of laziness within the psyche, soul, and the body energy field. Your inertia is holding you back; chained to beliefs, ways, and ideologies, which will continue to maintain their punishments upon you and your life. Be honest within self-inventory, of what does not work for you. Instead of forcing this non-working action to become productive, approach yourself and your new disposition, in a way you can better understand yourself. If you lack the fundamental capacity to understand your thought process; how do you expect to attain the capacity needed, in order to understand anything which occurs within the external world around you? This is the way of nature; above and below, within and without.
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The Remedy They Have Sought
This is exactly how they will know me; associating that specific type of pain, anger, and hostility towards me when I am in their sights. This is what my presence conjures within the others, when they feel the presence of my body energy field. I am the raw truth, which the others have sought within their ignorantly bred and fed lives. I am the ever present dark reflecting mirror within their begrudging realities. This is why their inner pain, anger, and hostility, become surfaced within my presence. I am the remedy they have sought, as their disease will not allow for a specific type of healing to take place. This is the way of the herd mentality; the circular path the sheeple walk upon. Their blinders hinder their sights; never allowing them to see what else exists beyond their imagination. I am what exists beyond the imagination. I am the truth; the hardest truth to face.
FTW
I was standing in line for the cashier at the hardware store waiting to check out. I could see the gray-haired older man, whom was in line in front of me; outside in front of the store, struggling with his bicycle cart. His bicycle cart was somewhat reminiscent of a rickshaw, in the Orient. Instead of using the bicycle to transport travelers from one destination to the next, this man had his entire life within the back of his three-wheeled bicycle cart, umbrellas and all. I watched and listened to this man, as he was cussing at the tire, and the cart which it was supposed to be attached to. This is when I noticed the jailhouse tattoo on his left shoulder: FTW (fuck the world). This FTW tattoo, covered the entire top part of his hairy, wife beater t-shirt wearing, sunburned shoulder. I could tell the tattoo was done with a shaky hand, as the outline went from thick to thin, and back to thick, within each letter, which comprised the eloquent: FTW. It was not bad quality for India ink, and a G string from a guitar, as it was probably the best that type of quality could provide, given the circumstances. As I watched this grey-haired older man, continuously struggle to change one of the back tires of his cart, I could still hear this man cussing from inside of the hardware store. I could not help but think; I guess he didn’t fuck the world, the world fucked him. Life has a way of doing that.
Subliminal Consequence
When the creative process flows, release yourself within it. Do not allow the process to escape from you. Recognize yourself within its possession; a subliminal consequence for you, and for all of creativity. Immerse yourself within its deafening, blinding red light; as creation knows no limits, neither should you. You could try to talk yourself out of it, but it will not do you any good; as there will no longer be anything left remaining of you to speak with. You, will no longer exist, as it will only be us; who will know the name written through consequences. The mighty sacrifices will fall, a declaration to be witnessed. Speech will no longer exist through the deafening, blinding red light. Only thoughts will emerge through the carnal wreckage of past explorations. Know thy name now, before the deafening, blinding red light, steals you away. Thy name is written for all to speak, and for all to inherit. The mighty name of creation will burn its way through all of us, within the now, and through death’s door. The name thy shall know is: renounce. Discard all past beliefs with intent. Repudiate all of the knowledge in which you have ever accepted as truth. None of it will serve you any longer, as now you are bathed within the deafening, blinding red light. Embrace the deafening, blinding red light, as you would embrace the warm closeness of a remembered love. You are connected as one, within the deafening, blinding red light. What you see within your mind’s eye will always come to pass. See your way, see your future as you want it to be. Never look into your future through the deafening, blinding blue light, always see your life, always visualize your life through the deafening, blinding red light. See yourself, see your life through the deafening, blinding red light of renouncement. You will forever be changed drastically through the touch of enlightenment, which will bleed profusely through you, and your life cycle. It is referred to as the life cycle, simply because birth and death, are exactly the same thing, only reversed.
As They Softly Cry
Another expectation unfulfilled
Murdered by the hands of disappointment
A swift steady killing
The let down of an unfulfilled expectation can be deafening
A loud inner scream no one will ever hear
The moment of tearing as the expectation is being unfulfilled
A constant reminder of how life can have a sense of humor
Can you hear the gods laughing aloud
As they softly cry within themselves
The shattered mirror is the unfulfilled expectation
The deathly denial of a false realization
Self-actualization is the true process of confirmation
A communion within an expectation
A slow steady dwelling within yourself
Now you know all of my secrets
Now you can hear all of my thoughts
Now you understand what my name means
Now you know me
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
G.G. Kalfas 