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Douchebag Prophesy or Conspiracy?

we are all gathered Here today for reasons unknown, but that shall be known only to we as the individual and not as the enslaving state of a savior pretending to be fair and just in holy disarray somewhere among that shady flock of human sheep like a Where’s Waldo game, as yet another lost soul on the fires of Babylon versus Zionist seeds in the quest to test the people about right and wrong from an early age where there never were people which we have very little actual idea of this not as some derivative of a prior speculation based around a dusty collection of bones housed somewhere….and as still yet we are probably the doucheiest creatures we will ever know… says our rude artist before the immanent death that strikes out from the dark in of all of us deeply fighting cells insurgent at some point down a long path so chosen as perceived we know it to be true, we gave the ability to readily see the future for futilitarian muses of leisure so absolute in our thoughts that the truth was ours to be mutated so easily, but there is a rich background of Mystery before us that cannot and will not stay dead and forgotten for very much longer denied as these mutant minions of the Mankind ideal domineers its way to an illusory summit seeks material gain over a bunch of compliant materialistic insects marching and munching into oblivion for false wealth if only to make the markers appear more impressive than those last ancient rulers of the known world… the reptilian enslavement has lasted a long time indeed as the mental levels of developing consciousness tried to move on from primordial beasts to our very own uniquely mammalian forms after the revolution of cosmic proportions began to separate our timeline from that of other cultures, weeding out the necessary parts of growth from the rotting husks of obsolete artifice taken for granted and locked into place as a landmark might be set inside memory used to navigate between the series of arches in place around a time/ space reality, but what is the point of having all of these human elements who are so much still animal survival mutating and acting as though this is primarily ancient wilderness even with all of the advantages gained and acknowledged real?… which one of us writes this shit, eh?… that it would be so like the cliche oft-quoted as truth being ‘stranger than fiction’ when it is the strangers within that eggs on the drama to its sometimes tragic conclusions, the exhilarating heights of any drug do not compare with the ecstasy of the Mysteries as they are found and revealed in ways personally more genuinely intriguing than a general lust for knowledge as the insights pour through us each individually like a sieve or filter, and what strains through becomes a condensed and concentrated aspect of reality beyond all bogus ideas of truth constrained or bound by preconceived laws of manifestation or infiltration… the billions of lifetimes to make it to this point in reality is why we should care in this way about anything and everything that makes up the ‘me’ to whom our claims are Now usually directed toward change, the restless ancestors pushing to create an ideal reality better than previously fathomed by primitive tribal denizens of culture when it was merely just a cult made up of different universal representatives to conjoin and develop the species to its penultimate state of being and action, but often it is those hideous things others are trying to hide from themselves at times are the very first things to be realized in the manifest world around us from idea transported and projected into methods and techniques of personal reference… soon turned into dark boundless oceans of information as we delight ourselves in the consuming and digesting of the works of others perhaps seeming more alien to our own differences and tastes, but allowing access to the grand Akashic records of thought and feeling and mood and texture that are ever out there awaiting someone to achieve understanding as bliss and blessing among the blind and the comfortable, the ministrations of the elite class are siphoning more and more from what little authority we hold as the WholE sits slack-jaw and waiting for an oblivion to free us from our holding cell as death is a final fatal Mystery to behold though it certainly is not the last to be undertaken in this life…

Thanks, khet.