It could be deception.
A
sentence with so much meaning I couldn't even begin to describe what it
entails for me or the rest of humanity. People are so susceptible to
deception that I doubt it will ever be understood completely. Mostly due
to man's ignorance and arrogance... Which to no surprise, is attributed directly to the ego.
But
on the other hand, if you know of its existence.. Then you can expect
the day when it will hit you point blank in the face. For you will wake
up with widened eyes and fire in your heart.
The true face of human kind...
Then again, it could be intuition.
That rumbling sensation... Deep inside your belly... That "gut feeling"...
Something that most people always overlook in their lives. Which usually leaves them in
some sort of mid-life crisis; hating almost everything that they've
worked so hard to achieve and build up over the years.
What is most
frustrating for these types of degenerates is that their need, desire
and obsession for wanting change in their life grows stronger and
stronger by the day after they experience this realization. This is a
fairly common situation in Western society.
You have to understand why.
This
is simply because of the way people interpret their desires during
their youth and early adult life. Whether it's focused around money,
love, security or acceptance. There is always some personal mendacious
objective in the works, usually based on an old pre-adult fixation of
success.
So ask yourself... What is success in Western society?
Is it following your passion?
Is it creating happiness?
Is it finding security and acceptance?
Is it finding love?
Or is it simply.. Just making money?...
The
problem is, it's all of the above..... Most people don't realize that
you cannot be truly 100% successful in Western society. It is designed
to keep you accepting time and time again that your life will never be
as good as your neighbor's (who is doing the exact same thing as you by
the way).
With these games of greed & envy, it is assured that the
majority will all be constantly dreaming of a better life. Forgetting
their true purpose, their true aspiration and their true
calling... The ingredients that make up a sardine society; where
millions of people have the same dreams and same goals - to never look
inside themselves so that they can find true happiness and self
discovery.
Until then, we wait...
Anytime you are ready....
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
The Age of Aquarius.
AKA: The Age of The "Light".
Billions of people around the world, reuniting in the once lost unity that is humanity.
The transition is slow, the change is magnificent; but the consequences, ever so deadly.
For with change into the positive, comes an equal influx of the negative.
This is duality; the masculine, the feminine; yin and yang... The very essence of life itself. So goes the long forgotten teachings of the many ancient cultures and tribes from across the planet.
People are beginning to wake up; they are beginning to open up, and with that they will soon start to rise up in solidarity to join one universal cause.
This has been in the works for quite some time now and we are adapting to it at an incomprehensible pace. Yet the masses are only starting to really connect and react to the awakening now.
Things are speeding up.
Who knows what will be in store for us around the corner. The idea of this transition into a new age is not anything new. Infact it's thousands of years old... Which is the most daunting thought of it all.
There have been many cultures from the past which have roughly pinned the date of this incredible advancement of our age. By no means does this confirm that our end is near... This world will never end, and this merely is the beginning of something greater.
Postponed Déjà vu
If dreams were a sight to be understood.
There would be all chaos in this world.
A warning of things to come;
In the form of unconscious mind curled.
One step forward, and there's no coming back.
Realize that this is when time returns track.
There would be all chaos in this world.
A warning of things to come;
In the form of unconscious mind curled.
One step forward, and there's no coming back.
Realize that this is when time returns track.
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
This is Humanity
The bigger picture,
Conscious, alive and well.
It's rewinding in scripture,
With the last lies that seep through the forgotten fixture.
A subtle song with a narrow end,
These were the last days, filled with nothing to spend.
Why listen to problems without solution?
This is Humanity.
Where a mind's loss is another person's ammunition.
A sick world where man is forever lost,
Constantly ducking and diving into one another with accost.
But sadly, this is humanity.
So love it or hate it,
Because there is always someone who will enslave it.
Conscious, alive and well.
It's rewinding in scripture,
With the last lies that seep through the forgotten fixture.
A subtle song with a narrow end,
These were the last days, filled with nothing to spend.
Why listen to problems without solution?
This is Humanity.
Where a mind's loss is another person's ammunition.
A sick world where man is forever lost,
Constantly ducking and diving into one another with accost.
But sadly, this is humanity.
So love it or hate it,
Because there is always someone who will enslave it.
Monday, April 30, 2012
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Friday, October 8, 2010
The Divinity We Hold. The Ignorance We Explore. 02/2009
I Am.
The roamer.
The traveler, the explorer.
The divinity of matter and energy.
To myself there is no timespace nor spacetime. The world was my playground.
And I burned it to the ground, starting with the dry leaves and grass blades once trod on worlds end.
This was all that was left, a corpse in the healing process. The undisputed killer to understanding, the impossible communique and the shredded ego. I wasn't alive or dead. I was simply conscious.
The Snapping Point.
I watched as my breathing body grew further and further away. As I saw it happen I turned around to speak, but as I turned my words had already been used, not by anyone else but by myself. And as I waited for an answer the world I was in started trembling beneath my feet, my hands started twisting and turning, my body started screaming. Yet.. This wasn't physical at all. I was sure of it because I wasn't used to this body, it was as unique as my own but it had no real energy.
The Glider.
This is the part where you see and try understand.
The part where everyone will be talking and acting at the exact same time.
And what's amazing is, you'll listen and see what you want. Nothing more and nothing less.
Because it's you that needs the message you desire, and where-ever there are questions there is always some form of an answer.
The Explosion.
Wake up, get a pen.
The roamer.
The traveler, the explorer.
The divinity of matter and energy.
To myself there is no timespace nor spacetime. The world was my playground.
And I burned it to the ground, starting with the dry leaves and grass blades once trod on worlds end.
This was all that was left, a corpse in the healing process. The undisputed killer to understanding, the impossible communique and the shredded ego. I wasn't alive or dead. I was simply conscious.
The Snapping Point.
I watched as my breathing body grew further and further away. As I saw it happen I turned around to speak, but as I turned my words had already been used, not by anyone else but by myself. And as I waited for an answer the world I was in started trembling beneath my feet, my hands started twisting and turning, my body started screaming. Yet.. This wasn't physical at all. I was sure of it because I wasn't used to this body, it was as unique as my own but it had no real energy.
The Glider.
This is the part where you see and try understand.
The part where everyone will be talking and acting at the exact same time.
And what's amazing is, you'll listen and see what you want. Nothing more and nothing less.
Because it's you that needs the message you desire, and where-ever there are questions there is always some form of an answer.
The Explosion.
Wake up, get a pen.
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