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Of Satan; a modern essay on evil.

What is this menace to society that inhabits our darkest heart where fear and shame and guilt share the same space as weapons of mass dysfunction, a joke worn well-down short of any longer having a relevant punchline that keeps running on with great displeasure to the surrounding fellow inhabitants who catch on to the whole scenario as a byte of human data as the social scene revealed, and so a coded communication is easily passed among those somehow trapped in the pattern’s swirl as it may seem that we are eventual vassals to a master greater than our present selves… Again, what is this menace to society?… The roots lie in a condemnation of self and related attitudes as eccentric behaviors toward which those biased moralists equate to the ideal of ‘sin’ remaining in our vocabulary as an authority for too many centuries beyond its natural expiration date for such a conceptual reality to exist any more, if it ever did at all except as a means to control and subvert the world population planting within the mind’s eye for so long this greatly offset seed of glory as gory reminder to those who do not suffer for their religious integrity as few ever truly do in a seriously productive manner in any way against the grain of evil, but we are out of turn to assume that such an authority exists as conscious parallel to our own personal identity floating adrift in the ‘iconosphere’; a place where the imperious ego goes as one part to the many energies to which constitute the archetypical godhead remaining Here as part of an older, wiser consciousness that predates natural human collectivity by many thousands of years as it would seem perhaps on our scale of time… We live in a world reality subdued by these continuous schisms which seal most people’s conscious fates as being labeled ‘Doomed’, when i talk about evil Here it is as one of these proposed godheads raised in reverence and effigy by a sub-mortal attitude set in the deeper seat as the subconscious scars mark us and our collective place in the cosmic gamuts of this random history on which we are raised and weened so below decency, and retarded of radar enough not to witness our own proliferation of destruction at the hands of ourselves anchored in this reality now and always a temporal play-doh working to the environment that maintains it which is a good indicator as to why this reality reflects the will of psychopathic caretakers who have been running the boat out of steam for most of these last few generations certainly before i was born… The shock of evil any more is in what hasn’t happened yet to push the unseen boundaries which bind us together beyond flesh and bone beings on a rampage to nowhere that stick to the vacant lies as easily as to a hideous truth that can never fade away into the dark completely, yet much like the sun a larger than life entity that no one can ever stare directly into hoping to make it out as sane as previously free from trace of mental wounds razing scars that fill the sore after the memory and pain wear thinner to soak under the skin like an ink or something wet that stains the lifeless dead sitting in their chairs unaware of what if anything is left in this sordid same trend, and i say the boogieman is as much dead as the ghost of Man that runs reckless after money and power in the face of oppression just to be looking right because no one wants to be caught dead and wrong in the same breath while breathing asleep from the heavy things that drop onto our heads everyday like masochist balloons weighing down the end before it ends like a curtain falling over our outlook on a reality that doesn’t believe in opportunity or happiness without suffering… A trick of the dicks who think they run this place to get anywhere you need to be tamed by shit as beginnings come so quickly before the sweet individuation truly occurs to the newly human guinea pig in training on this animal farm experiment where you are the dead to remain exactly where you are, make no move at least nothing against type for your kind as the commercial brands of magic sugar-coat your mobile spirit in an attempt to control your desires which motivate one toward the path they are to take with the more who choose one particular and well-worn route as time goes on is rewarded by sharing this community status providing support as long as there is no reported deviation from the normal flux and flow which can purge a person minus any hesitation to follow through, but it is not to simply be drawn in and shrouded by biased ideals in order to create a personal dynamic proving self-worth to attain some affection or shallow value among bankrupt peers who would not know the difference in a vapid society such as ours today… Though it adapts to the time period, many parts of culture are unsavory, and without needed compassion to sustain a hopeful humanity through hope and into certainty with the flood of technology and information on overload in the reality of an ever-expanding universe at work…

to be continued…