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Polemic of the novice.

plugging in all the data these hands can interpret while the stink of a really noxious days’ labor hangs in the air, the industrial waste with a pained face to promote the wares that burn the earth with subtle indifference reflecting sun’s rays amplified with the chemical swoon, and under disguise from some complicit faculty as though that part of us that can take it for granted does so without thinking… the taste of kryptonite in my heart up to the apple in my throat has informed me that we have taken things too far, the emotion swells up inside and prevents any speaking in rational tones without there being a strange vulnerable waver to the voice as the emotional words fall out of the mouth, but that does not mean such intense explanations of the Self are easy to achieve when a small part of you doesn’t want to believe me anyway… realization of how the feedback loop plays us all for the cowards we are until proven otherwise by a decisive act of personal heroism that changes the tide of what was once thought unachievable under conditions of a general duress that states humans as weakened creatures in all but the most specific of ways, speaking as though humans were incapable of thinking or understanding anything at all without degenerating into a state of utter disbelief when all other vectors come into play all at once, but the tease imagined as a place of innocence becomes more fake as the bitter retorts of an ignorant outlook unaware begins to overtake the reasonable mind in order to move it into place as the sighting of fear wishes the human to be as sheep to shear… the energy gets shed for the pursuit of the greater archetypes in life that we are allowed to relate to as gods or ghosts, but these are merely frames locked in the world movie that keeps playing whether we are Here or not, with a handful of these experiences captured on repeat because of the strength of the emotion and the passion evoked when calling upon one’s personal myths for safety as a spell of protection against forces that push for entrance into your perspective bubble against your will… while some slip in naturally as a lever to counteract the more outright and malign of impulses that dare to overtake the person as perhaps psychic attack with a “good” bacteria approach to bodily and karmic defense, to shield ourselves with armor made as thought-form in the depths of meditation in either forms of representation in the physical as sigil a cast away and forgotten as in effigy, or a sound in the dark captures the attention electrically tapping that nerve of sudden fear that escapes the taste for an embedded exaggeration as expressed by the human animal to fuel the movement of other energies now falsely perceived as the poltergeist or odd phantom… it is us that see them as it is they that see us so clearly and yet so distinctly alien as we touch another realm of time set in existence where there were few things that went as expected in the greater whole that we know in the Now that we summon from nothing, the parts are all Here just floating and streaming through our heads in holographic fragments waiting for us to get a clue into tapping our personal threads of Self to unify as opposed to nullify the threshold of destiny in overprotective and zealous acts to epitomize the superior stereotype as avatar to the great unmaking of reality and its natural liberties and freedoms, but the politics today are more concerned with the “appropriate” paperwork instead of the common humanity necessary in the compassionate struggle of the human being that requires that being to do and not to be used… the human ‘doing’ or ‘it’ acts as the innovator of energy whether it is good or bad has no meaning as it needs to be done to make balance redactile by exclusion of inappropriate behaviors learned in other lives, the lessons carry over but come to the surface of thought slowly as opposed to the active portions of living that requires an animal adaptability to survive when the system that is housing the beast has less than trust in growth of all directions that a human is capable of in its lifetime, but the human ‘being’ or ‘non’ is the blank in its natural state of no-mind as human animal alive within the working system that it must naturally follow orders to fit into the goals of the hive mind or demiUrge’s ideal of progress which works as mechanistic artifice pulled from the psychosis of past civilizations in discovering the new boundaries as they appear to deflect our intrusions into another aspect of the social mind we have not yet created…

Thanks, khet.