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Ouija Bored

contacting spirits takes a toll on the living form, and sometimes i consider that writing is my only means of channeling what the intent might be as realized through words that intangible forces beyond our present state of perception cannot grasp to utilize in describing a ghostly reality we might consider fictitious in choosing to entertain ourselves even while in the midst of conveying material information in this way when among each other, the aware consciousness has a way of lingering and resonating through all aspects of matter and thought in that as much as we like thinking ‘spirit’ fits all of those definitions into one generalized symbolic box… the terms just do not naturally fit unless specific information gets lost, but as many strive to make reality fit our theories and jargon in order to understand ourselves as best we can even as the age wears on us where we often distort one term for multiple contradictory meanings coming all at once which creates an intellectual epidemic within this world that craves a stability seated inside of those with the ability to comprehend any language whatsoever as natural extension to artistic adaptation, when the exclusivity of ordered reality becomes this chain of events now heralding change in humanity that has required of us to move forward with developing all projections into a reality that stands Man-biased a measure of control demonic to the rest of the wicked caught on this mortal plane as representatives of a greater good distracted by the idea of a greater god instead… a demonic urge to contain and contort the rest of the world into some specific form or quality that will ideally make this alarming perception all better as bandgae to be used as a cover for more the sinister range of ulterior motives while in this grey flesh, hypnotized by distraction altering full spectrum personal fate in the attempt to distance from any realistic equivalent or model that might resemble humanity, and the crutch of artifice wedged like some kind of unholy crucifix used underneath the corpse as instrument of support weighting against the odds as they have been stacked in favor of stasis by conformity… where does any taste of real mysticism blended with practical reality conjoin without there being this sort of a sullied afterthought thus tainting the ripples that seem to percolate through society as action fades into the background tapestry with the rest of history?… it relies upon the individual to push past boundaries beyond these frequencies that hold the concrete qualities of us Here together in a concentrated amount of displaced consciousness interacting within the continuum, the human being as one step before the human doing in action is able to reduce the total baggage that plunges each of us into the dark cesspool like an anchor pulled through by wave after wave of bludgeoning pulse holding the breather to drown, and much like every other true landlubber so far gone wrong as offshore we have discovered what lies are over the edge of the conscious world of sharp and flat shit piled and burying all the necessary manners and motions in polite forgetfulness… the bubbles floating upward as liquid jewels to be had by those mad treasure hunters overlooking the price of their private theories of thriftiness, and banking on the hoarders who have confined themselves in a culture by stacking the odds of ignorance in someone’s favor only to eventually topple down onto themselves whatever collection caught curiosity by the fancy, a fetish of ultimate destruction as like the pharoh’s tomb when thieves and stingy mourners come to take your things away from the previous space with subtle cursing to try prying loose any worth from the trash as though chaff from the wheat… all the brands of commercial esoterrorism quickly shot out through that cable tube satellite fusion that connects the weak and used-to-dying into the energies of the healthy and liberated through the use of a celebrity image worship in the golden world where capital and commodity are the “pure” kings of kings for modern age information warfare, as the degrading and decadent hounds of money have built a vast reservoir of rape and pillage in the eco-anonymity that requires the village and its resources to fund despicable instances and experiments on the human culture at large on the bottom of this undulating petrie dish that has found the dark at the end of the tunnel, and each parallel logic spins a new yarn for the tapestry to place between other threads of thought and emotion encapsulated within the particulate unseen left for passive obscurity for aeons until it is their time to come through the threshold of living existence… the embodied aspect of the eternal Self registered Here in a reality that may or may not be ready for the seed to be planted… we wait…

Thanks, khet.