Service To Dis-ease
the smell of rot and decay permeates what we see, though we know this as only temporary while we are Here, but this horridly sensual realization is still quite disturbing to witness or understand… we have our minds totally involved with the personality where the emotions and thoughts are intersect inside the physical bodies, the brain is an organic portal to other varied forms of reality and other modes of activity in both subtle and exaggerated systems of resolution and resemblance, but we also have other senses that afford the unique abilities to summon resolve from sources other than the most practical of ideas… the abstracted notion that we deserve to be truly uncomfortable in order to fully appreciate the ludicrous amount of luxury Western people have to their advantage, and yet still we are the duped as well in this complex game of espionage conducted by agents of the alternate realities that subtly invade our reality while nothing is what it seems and the lessons are taken for granted so easily as the searching animal finds the advantages and limitations as any other creature with some awareness of both the animal hive and the personal mind… each is attached to the other and replicates a flawed substitute of this other for sustainable rules to follow that no one knows, trying to swallow the sticky situation whole by sanctioning doom and destruction upon the unwilling who refuse trying to submit themselves, personality is a strike out against those that serve as masters or “saints” enacting as siphons for power until their personal gods come down and reign over the “hostiles”, and eat of a tranquil society that would be a tranquilized reality if the sinister powers had their way in this now crazed anxious mind as it cracks and creaks under the strain of forced motion out from between the darkness and the bitter empty space left as even the warm things crave a place to live among the wretched sacrificing their minds to live Here… fear and ignorance become the currency in a secret society of profits and handshakes as their exploited bedfellows are deceived into hearing only one voice among the multitude out from under a heavy wait of the many as the envelope closes to seal itself and this age away for its own goods and services which are specific to this realm as any others amid the selfish, constantly speaking in the sense of the immediate forcing the others to displace their own actions to follow the order prescribed by an authority of the single conscious force… allowing ourselves to become so forcibly stretched thin in servicing others at the expense of stability, and yet at the same time being guilty of a selfish wanting for more than what we already have now, this general but obvious dichotomy disturbs me as i can see these things inside my own life… pieces of the obvious dissent between the selfless and the selfish parts of the whole Self trying to mark life as the territory where it all can come together without any unequal bias, but these two related systems have been undermined by the new social distortion presented in ideas as propaganda in advertising and flying the burning flag as patriotic symbol, it is the service to disease that takes the ‘oomph’ out of our abilities to think and reason with compassion instead profit… the new work order wants to become that all-encompassing feudal fascism which is rejecting humanity as creative force to embrace humanity as the “guts” to making this machine move, vague cliches used as devices to enter the mind to impregnate the thoughts with implants of a desirous demeanor… the ideas that assume to make one sexy or sellable by the backward standards of almost religious proportion on every billboard and television set in the world, it scars the person into thinking and adapting to this shock as regularity that cannot be avoided by everyone everywhere, and it is the fear of this viral information getting in that makes us this paranoid automatically… what are we missing that we need this abusive control to take place?… in service to self, we find instances of evil more often than good because an STS mindset does not allow for true compassion as humanity sees it, but instead mimics the emotional function to further assimilate into the human schemata which denies them a pure access to source… it is this rejection of a collective Self that advances them along their treacherous path, but the opposite is called upon by the service to others handicap of self-sacrifice in order to benefit the populace as a whole, it is a rejection loose ends that can never be tied to one greater meaning over any other as it all works together to be equal throughout… the service to disease is all up inside of our systems whether external or internal, the milky in-between that neither STS or STO can truly call ‘complete victory’ because of the confused interrelation joining either to the other as the ‘non’ and the ‘it’, and is the STD mind that fills the space left out of our debate Here how we move to source…
Thanks, khet.
Posted by :\_khet on December 20th, 2011 in blogging, d for Dysteleology..., dark thoughts, my art & dreams, s for Semon..., subdued wisdom, t for Tocsin.... You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.