cryptiKids

we are all children condemned to fester and suffer in this pseudo-logical stray experiment in which we all participate leaving the random inspections as cold ritual comfort next to that fear inspired by change of whose torment we embrace by changing our face or attitude with willful controlling stances as handily offered reasons that mean nothing really with the exception of those specific moments of relevance in which contains the elements of this basic digital alchemy to resurrect some facsimile of any former time signature inside the universal holographic representation of itself, the god mind displayed to the analysis of this human dimension questing and acted upon as a host is broken down and figured out by curious versions of this same creature residing as smaller units outside of our range of perception until we reach such a level in our own existence as only then might we seem to begin the journey of understanding a very real part of who we are collectively as much individually, but that is soon left for then appropriate parties whom have arrived long after these facts have been supposedly written into evidence that of the lingering primal self as cellular motor mind moving many human avatars of the akashic record playing to be witnessed by all angles of observation tagged and catalogued some times for the proposed benefit of those whose time has yet to arrive when the cosmic tumblers keep shifting life and space around… i am not a god but a fragment of these skittering sights that the godless idea cannot hold within itself chains of genetic material as perhaps a tapestry under the skin constantly weaving this beast to be human of a kind i cannot describe accurately enough to be deemed truthful while at the same time self-supporting claims are upheld by the conscious side of ourselves in many theories of personal truth allowing us to define reality resonating as well to confine those patterns we recognize behind standards raised structured like a wall to stand up through all resistance no matter the kinds of positive change can be imagined, we all chafe at the rules that do not bend but retain some resiliency against our proposed attacks and revolutions involving of the people that choose to do more than say they are good actually working upon these primal instincts to act as living catalysts toward a positive affectedness to remake our ancient and biased laws more as some equality-based system of tendencies to provoke all citizens to peaceably defend themselves, and rejecting of those beliefs that one is not willing to stand up for in such a way as to still create sure bonds that allow for a camaraderie and openness which warps us to the next moments as they come surrounding us with enlightened grace as nothing ever comes easy neither for either the initiate or the novice as the grinding wheels of fortune drag us along these stone-cobbled paths to a random choice of destination which sometimes ends at a fork immersed in wooded mystery or asphalt dead edges of the vile city…

Thanks, khet.

Posted by :\_khet on September 20th, 2015 in blogging, my art & dreams, rants & raves, subdued wisdom. You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.

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