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Internal Consciousness

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To obtain purity within one’s essence, requires the fundamental understanding of being true to who and how you are within your internal nature. The essence contained within your internal being, is an internal representation of one’s external manifestations. The essence of who and what one is, could also be considered as the quality of one’s character. There are those who within their essence, possess a high quality of character; conversely, there are others who possess a substantially low quality of character. Only those who possess a high quality of character, will achieve ascension within their internal consciousness. One’s essence, is detrimental to their internal ascension. If one lives their life within the realms of theft, dishonesty, and coercion; they will maintain a definite lowered vibrational frequency within their essence, as they will not possess the internal vibrational frequencies needed, in order to ascend within their internal consciousness. For one to possess a substantially low quality of character within their internal essence, will leave one to live a defilingly base existence. It is important to maintain one’s distance, when coming into contact with these types of lowered essence others, who exist with the external realm. Purity exists within every level of one’s internal being. Purity is the core divination within one’s internal essence, as it will focus one’s attention upon specific sights within their life. One’s internal and external paradigm, is seen through the lenses of one’s internal consciousness, and the purity of one’s internal essence.

Life is Filled with Human Waste

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A physical love letter from your life; addressed to whom you have now become. A child’s hands are delicate and inquisitive. These curious qualities slowly rot away, as we carelessly enter through life’s threshold. Never again will we experience such definitive wonder, questioning, or certainty. Do you really think it is that important to experience these qualities? At certain times, yes; but these times are not sufficient enough to bring forth the inadequateness of an underlying longing for death. It is important to fulfill your nightmares, so the glares of the daylight will fade away into the obscurity, which is your wasted life. Perhaps a wasted life is not necessarily a waste. What is the defining point of not wasting one’s life? Monetary gains? Owning property? Something material and tangible? None of that external waste means anything within these pages. You should know that by now. I consider a life to be wasted, when one lives their life for another, and not for themselves. Life is filled with human waste such as this. Life is only a waste, if you use your time not following your inner guidance. Most of the others are stuck living in survival mode, never finding a way to follow their inner guidance, as many of these others do not know of its existence.

I Think You Know Me

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Those words of cyclical torture, which you constantly hear within the back of your mind, must be quite tedious to listen to when you and I engage in conversation. Inner dialogue has the capacity to be quite telling, and quite weighted; especially when you and yourself are the only ones who can hear the inner dialogue. I know you know me, just as I know you. I know you are a deep thinker; I can tell from your (anti)social media feed just how intelligent, philosophical, and profound you are. I am sure your thumb is exhausted from scrolling through all of the other deep thinkers posting their “profoundness” on social(ist) media. No, the others within your life do not “get” nor “understand” you, but I do. I know exactly who and what you are. No, I do not judge, but I do observe. Have you ever wondered why there are no more thinkers, such as: Aristotle, Nietzsche, Emerson, or Twain within the world? It mostly has to do with the fact that the majority of the lemmings within society, are quite comfortable not thinking for themselves, and prefer for social(experiment) media to do it for them. I know you are young, but yes; there was a time within our society when individuals (not followers, as followers will never lead), were rewarded for thinking for themselves. A time within human history did in fact exist, when being an individual profoundly meant something, and was looked upon with great reverence. In today’s world; one’s thumb gets more exercise than one’s mind. Think about that for a moment, if you have the capacity to actually think. I am beginning to come to the conclusion that you will never know me; simply because you have never taken the time to know yourself.

When Death Becomes a Living Life

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Swallow the hollow words. They will never understand anything you have to say. Knowledge before swine. The eyes deepen, withstanding the test of time. The meek will seek the weak, as the strong snap their spine in half. Speak your bleak thoughts. They will never understand anything you will ever think. In here, there is no need for them to. Kill them swiftly, before they kill you first. Suffocate them thoroughly, before they try to put a plastic bag over your head. Act as though you are becoming, so they will never see you coming. They will never understand anything you do. Your actions surpass the other’s functionality. They have an absolute inability to perceive your disposition; having been subjected to mental circumcisions. Blinded by ego, arrogance, and a hex, their six-pointed beliefs are trite. Trite does not equal right; only might does. Living their lives as sycophants. Just as they have since antiquity. Through the Æons, only time and technology will change. People never do. You can no longer see someone as you want them to be. You can only see them for how they truly are. This is how you learn about the others. This is how you learn about yourself. This is the true method concerning the ideals within life, and the transitional point when death becomes a living life.

(Become your own god, as not to become the sod, which another may use to fertilizes their garden with)

His Canine Companion

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Animals, and the connection the humans have with them, can be unique and quite peculiar. I have witnessed many humans caring more for an animal they have no emotional connection to, as opposed to another human they have no emotional connection to. Why do you think this is? Is it the fact that many animals, such as dogs and cats, lack the ability to survive on their own, without the help of another human? Or is it the need to care for another living creature, which may not have any physical power to overcome you? As I was driving to work one morning; I witnessed a passerby walk over a homeless man, as the passerby was showing quite a concern for the homeless man’s scraggly, unhealthy looking canine companion. This nosey passerby inquired about the dog’s health, and if the dog had eaten that day, as the passerby only cared about the dog’s health, and thought nothing of the starving man lying on the pavement before him. Later that afternoon, I had a conversation with a female friend of mine about the passerby, homeless man, and his canine companion. This friend became enraged at the thought of the homeless man, or anyone else who was homeless, keeping a dog, as she thought this idea to be inhumane for any animal. She justified that the homeless man could not provide the proper settings the dog would need, in order to have the type of quality of life for this dog to “thrive” in the world. I find it interesting how the others care more about animals they cannot communicate with, as opposed to those they can. I guess that old saying is true: a dog is a man’s best friend. So, next time you hear another human being talking about how much they “care” for the others around them, and how they love being around people, and how they consider themselves a people person; it is important to remember they are more than likely full of shit.

A Wide Distance

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There is a spot within my heart, which will remain hollow and empty. The unknowing spot. The deep, hollow, empty, sinking spot. The unknowing spot, which birthed the plentiful knots and pains throughout my life. The unknowing spot, which birthed the inner convulsions, conversations, and contusions of self-hatred; spawning the actions of self-seeking. It seems I may have been born with it, or perhaps it was hollowed out early on in my life. I have sought to fill this spot with love throughout my entire lifetime; never finding a way to create any type of fulfillment within it. There is a living cycle within me; a seemingly never-ending cycle, which created a whirlpool of devastation within, and throughout my lifetime. I have opened myself wide, in hopes of another heart to embrace mine. I find there is no embrace, as I only hear a sigh, and see a turned back facing me. A wide distance; allowing me to see the true heart of another. This is how I have come to develop; unknowingly turning myself into the irony within my life: lusted after by many, loved by none. I cannot open myself up anymore, yet this is all my heart wants to do. My heart needs to be seen within the sunlight of the gods. My heart yearns to be heard within the ears of the angels; singing the Sun to sleep, awakening the Moon within a delicate aria. There are many exposures, which will allow you to sing within your lifetime. There are none so sweet and enchanting, as the exposure of your pure and gifted heart; allowing itself to sing, and to be known. The search within the journey of finding a heart like your own, will seem utterly hopeless: it very well might be. The only purpose in living life, is to give and receive love. When you live throughout your lifetime seeking this purpose and never finding it, this has the capacity to leave you feeling empty and frail, down deep into the depths of your soul. There are no limits to the emptiness, and the unfulfilling exposures, your soul and your heart will experience, during these transitional durations within your lifetime. Your frail and empty life may seem pointless and meaningless, within these overexposed times.