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the beasts of Mankind

i realize that one of my gifts to offer you is in the writing, my ability the decipher words in all their complexity and multiple layers of meaning to go beyond truth into other worlds altogether, and utilized to make sights unseen as a reality somehow by imposing the right sequence of speech into the vernacular… i know you don’t care as none of us really seems to care, but that is the imposed cultural guilt of this society speaking, not my own personal bias which allows for more freedom of movement within this form of thought structure that we call ‘home’…it builds itself whether we are in at the controls consciously or not from the flesh up and out into the ever-expanding act of cosmic force constantly working like a pressure valve on the struggles of the conscious beings no matter the creed or shape or misunderstood ideas as they are creating themselves on the smallest interstitial scales clinging to the ouroboros spinning as a symbol shining through all layers of archetype and metaphor moving without any riddles beyond the abyss, as the passion comes from the beings interacting and manifesting the archetypes and metaphors as dull trinkets lingering in this reality absorbing the emotional energy as resonatural ripples in the living sea echoing like a beacon through the darkness of matter mistaking information for artifacts that float to the surface of consciousness every now-and-then, but later on will there be enough of a material for the contact and connection between beings as we are each separately dealing with individual troubles and responsibilities which make sailing all of these “waters” at once a treacherous feat to say the least… the hive mind is the depth of animal trust and desire while the social mind acknowledges our sensibilities and emotions, and the conscious mind is all facts and opinions in the heights of tangential reality soaring overhead radiating aural like an alarm as the call of the wild begins to scream with dreams of revolution between our ears, and the range of age and sex and race is stunning to witness as the rest of this movement begins to vibrate more and more vividly to the point of a hot glowing thing that as the mysteries solved grant us this great leap of faith through the uncertain futures ahead… although the dark ignorance entraps us still there is a light that shines just so through the depths of night revealing magical concepts and ritual acts that can penetrate the barriers between us as the hardened shell of Man versus this raw unyielding Them that stems from some primal fear of the unknown, or rather the darkness of the living soul cloudy with the death-colored ether swirling out the inner bright sometimes when the tempting visions glare with an angry god’s view, the portal into a humanity that refuses to kill and thus warp the blood with tastes of death as the two worlds fuse towards a single cohesive entity… at some point for all, the odd disaster movie scenario comes true as we feel the ground shake as the contrasting queasy gut-wrench and adrenal surge rock through this living dead thing we are deep down, and we grip the rush in full gear forward as the rest of the world flashes by at blurry speed self-imposed G’s to save our lives if we remain selfish only… of service to self only in contrast to those who put the service to others first as we all move with varying degrees of timing at the casual choice of restraint and patience, or accepting of the strange fact that we get furious with the most passionate of ill-logic at the surface of our thoughts if we were to choose fight as opposed to flight when faced with the deadliest of challenge where our lives hinge on success, though the mind of success can make one suffer a hubris that ingrains in the immediate psychology an idea of invincibility that would convince the thinker of their prowess… very few of us are exceptional hunters anymore except through the use of rules as a simulation, but whether to simulate the natural “laws” or play at seeming like gods with people to back any amount of legal paperwork that clogs the system as it stands is just as bad a monkey-wrenching goon as any stinky hippie sleeping on a lawn somewhere… it is quite difficult for us to connect on a positive level that sits just above our present consciousness Here in the pits of hell, with the laborious exceptions making their way to seats of power obviously by trick-of-the-eye instead of use of education and experience in tandem to create a less degenerate viewpoint by sharing the strengths of either side of the addition, but it will take more than decadence to deter me from the mission to become the self seen in dreams collected together to access the puzzle inside…

Thanks, khet.