Tuesday, 13th December 2016
In the beginning was light exploding from darkness, then the darkness overtook the light at which point the light broke through the darkness, and we are all somewhere inbetween
Tuesday, 13 December 2016
Tuesday, 13th December 2016
Say to your God 'You are my best friend, you are the one I create with', because we all may seek attention from strangers and friends, gain or lose status taking us from one great height to the experience in the gutter, whatever our journey we all share only one partner in it all and that is your other self.
Your attractor or/and your repeller conspiring with you to make up stories and create characters to enter your world.
Your life is a myth and a fantasy and you are in on the joke without remembering it, because to find yourself in a game of hide and seek is both terrifying and freeing. This was the answer all along, and together you can create new worlds each knowing that you are always a part of the other.
Say to your God 'You are my best friend, you are the one I create with', because we all may seek attention from strangers and friends, gain or lose status taking us from one great height to the experience in the gutter, whatever our journey we all share only one partner in it all and that is your other self.
Your attractor or/and your repeller conspiring with you to make up stories and create characters to enter your world.
Your life is a myth and a fantasy and you are in on the joke without remembering it, because to find yourself in a game of hide and seek is both terrifying and freeing. This was the answer all along, and together you can create new worlds each knowing that you are always a part of the other.
Friday, 9 December 2016
Friday, 9th December 2016
And so finally he let go. What he first considered as holy he now saw as an empty trap, his fingers grasped at an air illusion that never even gave him the physical object to cling to but simply a shadow of his own desperate desires.
He fell through the air watching phantoms pass by as he descended with increasing velocity into a nothingness held together only by the lack of something to envisage in its place.
After a quiet hope of reconciliation, a change in both him and the other, and after having tried every approach he could think of, and after following one mirage after another created by it, he at last gave up, and how satisfying a sip of release is after entombed captivity, watching the created images projected upon the white walls in front of him.
If it is something you cannot see or imagine it becomes just an idea formed by meaningless words, never again would his fingers touch keys to an actual being but only a deformed memory misinformed from the very beginning, and no amount of time would ever clear up the mess that he had made, only realising that the mess was always only in his head and any physical manifestation of it was simply a reflection. And within these phantom mazes sometimes you may hear phantom voices speaking to you, they may speak enticing words to seduce you, they may know every darkest corner of your mind and seem to voice themselves as those walls, but it is still all within you, and those voices were never there in the first place.
And so finally he let go. What he first considered as holy he now saw as an empty trap, his fingers grasped at an air illusion that never even gave him the physical object to cling to but simply a shadow of his own desperate desires.
He fell through the air watching phantoms pass by as he descended with increasing velocity into a nothingness held together only by the lack of something to envisage in its place.
After a quiet hope of reconciliation, a change in both him and the other, and after having tried every approach he could think of, and after following one mirage after another created by it, he at last gave up, and how satisfying a sip of release is after entombed captivity, watching the created images projected upon the white walls in front of him.
If it is something you cannot see or imagine it becomes just an idea formed by meaningless words, never again would his fingers touch keys to an actual being but only a deformed memory misinformed from the very beginning, and no amount of time would ever clear up the mess that he had made, only realising that the mess was always only in his head and any physical manifestation of it was simply a reflection. And within these phantom mazes sometimes you may hear phantom voices speaking to you, they may speak enticing words to seduce you, they may know every darkest corner of your mind and seem to voice themselves as those walls, but it is still all within you, and those voices were never there in the first place.
Friday, 7 October 2016
Friday, 7th October 2016
A part of every person is an ebbing of the past wave and a flow of the new wave
The wave doesn't ever end or begin
We may think that we are on the crest of the wave, and for a very brief moment maybe we are, but the wave never crashes as intensely as we think it will and our end point is most usually just some foam on the edge of the shore
We are getting closer and closer to the day of judgement, seeing that everything we do do is either witnessed or judged or recorded.
Welcome to the courthouse.
How much more present can we get without projecting an imagined world
A part of every person is an ebbing of the past wave and a flow of the new wave
The wave doesn't ever end or begin
We may think that we are on the crest of the wave, and for a very brief moment maybe we are, but the wave never crashes as intensely as we think it will and our end point is most usually just some foam on the edge of the shore
We are getting closer and closer to the day of judgement, seeing that everything we do do is either witnessed or judged or recorded.
Welcome to the courthouse.
How much more present can we get without projecting an imagined world
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