out of Context;
‘tactics sour to a humanity that birthed them from chaotic swirling sea of human activity translated into multiple directions of attention brittle at once as they seem supportive to these different ideas of a self pulled out from the womb where the tiniest microcosms of life have the chance to evolve beyond cold material awareness lodged in the bowels of animal existence shifting and quaking constantly, panic is attacking loudly without a reach to calm or curious affectation once all of the dust settles clear finding victory with whosoever steps forward first from clashing energies as witnessed by only those whose eyes can see the images lingering after invisible waves reactive have distorted enough of the pictures biased minds choose to be revealed as the harmony of creatures in which life and living is the magic…’
out of Context;
‘observing harsh sagas of mortal life urged to aid when and once within view of the problem to probe deeper than the darkest void resembling a mirror to reflect the demons of humanity, typhoid fairies spreading the filth flit about toxic invisible pockets in parallel to our own visceral reality though fully found where only as gods and monsters dwell through the particles of dream giving birth to you or i and the esteem we must grow of our own travels as learning about who we are going to be once we get to that dead end road, but insight spurts out like a poison in your throat once the intoxicating indoctrinations begin to seep into thoughts your head has hidden Now infecting the system with distrust and disgust…’
out of Context;
‘fine line crossed between friends as enemy voices trigger guilt and self-loathing next to second guessing how these truths used are those that define who we believe the individual to be as more than merely some lonely creature wandering around deserted by the real within once confident of plans made that we figured were right to ourselves anyway… while seeming so glorious to walk these streets that glimmer with a supposed bloody hope set free teasing our senses back to thoughts whose questions lift one outside the unusual trip that most masculine misogynist pigments of imagination have stubbornly maintained as any waves of intellectual truism setting about to change in this paradigm have been violently opposed by the ignorant human animals…’
out of Context;
‘like a feather in our caps, but the merry games we play are nothing in a comparison with the sick and grotesque people we become when we are allowing this overconfidence to overtake our will to live trying to survive while still others are assured their crowning glory thanks to the few that push the levels of risk toward the product of inevitable conclusions the proportions of fear and manipulation all the rage as errorists will repossess your mind and actions dragging all puffed-up ideas of yourself into the realm of mistakes, making you attack yourself and those things that make up your uniquity as a person and the entity you are truly though you must try to remember that what you came in with is all the material you will leave to those living long after…’
“Hope is not the conviction that something will turn out well but the certainty that something makes sense, regardless of how it turns out.”
~ Vaclav Havel; czech writer, philosopher and statesman.
I know anew the ‘choice into realm of physicality’ reenactment (aka as ‘the repeating Fall OBEs’) proves larger realm and graduation. It was reality’s response to my succinct question HOW DID I GET HERE?
Which was prompted by a sensing of ‘limitations’ somehow coming to a head (92ish), like why can’t I know around these walls everywhere? And I guess I was like why do I miss some freedom or knowing-around-walls if that is just not how it is here. But next thing I knew I was just asking HOW? How did I get here? Clearly I’ve known more than I do now, so where was I before and how did I come to be here?
That reality ANSWERED me, and the response itself, are real to me. Realer than you so far, realer than my hand in front of my face, realer even than …
out of Context;
‘this basic digital alchemy to resurrect some facsimile of any former time signature inside the universal holographic representation of itself, the god mind displayed to the analysis of this human dimension questing and acted upon as a host is broken down and figured out by curious versions of this same creature residing as smaller units outside of our range of perception until we reach such a level in our own existence as only then might we seem to begin the journey of understanding a very real part of who we are collectively as much individually, but that is soon left for then appropriate parties whom have arrived long after these facts have been supposedly written into evidence that of the lingering primal self as cellular motor mind moving many human avatars…’
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‘gathered Here dancing threatening advances away as bass sounds pound the flesh soaked in sweat trying to writhe gracefully, but winding down so slowly to persuade and manipulate the money out of wallets and into the digital coffers that grip and stroke the remedy out of the sexual stupidity throttled for yet more money and favors than can be bought though the servicing provided needs to be fully compensated well by whoever can afford it as immediately as is possible when the stability hinges on this often gradual build up of tension created when two or more humans seem to be unable to collaborate or compromise on any of preconceived standards easily agreed upon by most of a populace at large…’
out of Context;
‘the visceral missile warfare omniscience trying to condense our reality into a function that carve pieces out from those dark matters that be to shape them into sections of dark energy quantified by those powers that choose to be saint to our sinners faking their versions of a real winner to offset the real value of freedoms allowed as rights to the human contingent forced to choose limited options instead, and the betterment of a Mankind so cruel to the humanity in choosing not to follow these biased conclusions lost inside complexities of logic managed by such organic mechanisms pushing through the breach of a limited perspective with only a few pieces left to guide us each to an end as ourselves…’
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‘in a direction that some might consider as ‘corrupted’, but is merely another stage in this evolving chrysalis of humanity trying to become more maybe where consciousness has set a particular genetic standard than we were always hoping would change us into our images of personal gods somehow appeasing a deeper spiritual imagination playing with symbols that leads us to friction in stubborn dimensions as though trying to fit our beliefs into a box that few will ever see for what it truly is while it lives and breathes… psychic hearts trapped inside clutching the embrace of fate as displayed with affection when the romantic urge sets future needs ahead of the present as a packaged commodity to be bought and sold without explanation and shat out like any other product assembled autonomously in dark places…’