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the purest being is not something one could ever condense into more than symbol as the incarnation of credibility in the esoteric is vague when manifested as reality, as this is not a place that embraces certainty lightly when riddles and stories and metaphors abound in glorious reverence and spectacle illuminating some ghost of a conscious entity leashed by religious constraint in a moral prison of sorts guarded by the ones we know and love indoctrinated by the ideals of a culture in reverse, and it is by these fascist and mechanical motivations toward efficiency that seems to leave human compassion in the dust as history repeats the tragic mistakes those involved were not developed enough to remember the first time through as the odd cycle circles around back again… more or less to attempt testing the mettle of the participating energies as individuated substances which have the potential to at times transmogrify one into the many creatures that crawl the face of this heathen incubation, where the social distortion takes shape as the non-natural source of pressure that leads to confrontation whether those principle forces that hold us wish us harm or not, but these forces have always been apart from the natural world as the analytical mind that conditions the pieces to play in this game that we as dead/ alive pawns cannot master while in this form… we have been afraid of this darkness for so long that an enlightenment brighter than a thousand suns surprises us in our conscious jail held by a psychic police that has hijacked the whole of personal responsibility in each identity as has adapted to the reality faced, some of us overcompensate by too soon shrinking from this overwhelming light to convince themselves of a sour underbelly which leaves a bitter and worrisome approach to life out of fear of negative action in retaliation for perceived threats, and with all the examples of miscommunication Here it should never be so much the case as it is the reality among people differing on so many levels yet so fundamentally the same in a variety of ways beyond mere human animal alone in the wildernesses of both a material and the imaginal worlds… the mechanism which holds our worlds together is genetic and organic somewhere in the void between conscious desire and need as the fibers of reality enmesh tighter in some areas of the collective reality and laze in others, the theories prescribed by those matter-of-fact doctors and scholars to try to further define this reality are all based upon the opinion and observation of a subjective bias further distorting a fact of minor data askew while the general law keeps the wheel intact and circulating energetically, and the teetering empire of social folly is set to collapse in on itself to clear out the empty mud and dreck for the newer communities not tethered by strained restriction nor whole lists of catastrophic events to reinforce the “good” behaviors of Mankind to tease the light to the surface to be exploited out of currency and tucked straight into another one of the many pockets of memory… a stiff reanimation of a straitjacketed corpse who resembled by chance the leaders we were looking for as a monster of many names and faces to safely fool the small handful of hopefuls and attendants into puppetry set as pawns against each other instead, breaking down the series of signals that make the rest of the massive sway in an endless rhythm fueled by propaganda and magical misdirection in the backrooms deciding fates with reckless disconnection a factor as much as a tether, and forcing the people into any positions one would rather not be fucked into through this system’s prize-winning compassionate stands with correctly-placed write words stuffed into the mouth for those so political to say as matters of fact… to claim righteous justice in lieu of sheltered upbringing ringing clear and true in the hallowed halls of humanity’s laws built from the ground up to strike out at the tyranny that seeks to distort reality in favor of the prideful lust for more power and the demon control for its’ own sake, a lustful beast burdening the rest of the classless with chains indebted and obligated to attack this living urge housed in contrast with a creative gravity, and frightened by the human machine as it wishes to dumb down any whom it considers willful and free instead of conforming to the shared dream of a possible reality to which there should never be an end…