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that Mystical Charisma

satan as scarecrow a devilish fright to place into people’s minds guilt for disgrace as in the tradition of their respective cultures, though maybe not at all as “doomed” term coined in HST parlance, but rather discontinued as any brand or product when an incongruity and incontinence hits us collectively with a rather shitty mood to boot to the head filled with those congested trivialized tidbits of information at our fingertips typed away into a beginning as a digital culture… we know not what future beings we shall become to appear as though we will shed the human chrysalis if we choose the right steps that shimmy in place in front of us as aligned to change reality for the truly better instead of worse than it is in the Now as it all distorts our perceptions, a selfish glory possessed by a sorting out of others’ messes for them without evaluating one’s own mistakes and karmic debt traveling through the rough draft we all try to catch in our own ways the second’s chance to take advantage in haste, and a judgment trails us as much as we try to fail-safe trust into being an absolute and timeless thing to prevent us from a scared retreating too early into the comfortable stress that yields pain and suffering tendering ourselves in time and energy for material goods and financial surety… insecurity in the selves we draw resilience from as we question the validity of our own methods intuitive intellectual and instinctual to attempt balancing of the internal and external realities we participate within, thirsty for the flow of knowledge trapped behind the mirror that reflects our world to us sometimes exciting our perceptions as we think we see what we desire looking back at us even when we realize it is in ourselves to binge and purge the collective surge of conquest, or in other words to attack those morsels of information that intrigue us with such a focus as to manage unchallenged mastery over their forms and functions as the mystery dies under our trampling feet to whatever unknown has been drained out into us as the energy frees itself in an artful escape into that tendency to pull instead of give out questioning always as these crazy little people whether we play this game of substance offensively or not slowly needing to realize our defending what small light we have left that Self gives to us Here…

Thanks, khet.