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shamanic panic

“listen, bro, let me tell you about real magic”… really? it feels like a gimmick to be subdued by a sad sac of tricks in this trade whose new age has dawned upon strange commercial uses for our spirituality that were always there though would have been previously attained to make bargains with the gods in the form of sacrifices that usually had the bloodiest elements involved into a grotesque madness that has and would end up leaving the people we are now wounded and confused by all those rituals and rites done before we made it to this life Now swimming through the ethers, as savages we have been mad at our inferiority inasmuch as it seems the anger comes from frustration whose dead end is either an eventual resolution or an escalation of tension and perhaps violence when a non-specific last resort is needed in order to make cathartic this energy fueling mayhem tension and rage in which quickly infects others thus shaping and spinning the whole saga into massive amounts of suffering as riots and marshal law become in fashion themes, but the police state won’t budge for the oncoming traffic of the future by a caustic plugging up of the natural flow of things as that tension builds and breaks to smash against all those walls erected to put the kibosh on the more subtle progress six feet underground where the life of all things is stemming from both the tradition and the novelty of the moment always transforming empty thoughts and actions with value and consequence placed upon the results of their repercussions… a boulder rolling to crush along upon the retractable arguments of the imperial fascists who have made this a less tolerable place in a palisade of crusades made to defend an honor that was not ever theirs alone when one thinks of the familiar ways in which we all ascribe such powerful loyalty to our forebears as though the choice wasn’t ours to make anymore as beings born Here to receive those things left, and taken advantage where we can once the dust has settled from all the crude and harsh absurdities that collect in us as well as us creating a collection based on them from which to draw upon a strength and power that does not reconcile itself well trapped inside the human swell of souls as the purely natural identity narrowing the field so that our sights are set on the prize afforded by this journey we embark upon, a still water when stagnant and yet filled with life pregnant on a scale of microbial trajectories manifesting in an oddly irresponsible manner like the crashing of thoughts into one another within the confines of the mind that endlessly thinks from one topic to the other layers of this spiritual overlap as multiple ideals swing in the same direction even though each path is unique to never repeat until reality required that we finally let go of all the crass fetters that hold us down as anchors deep under the surface humanity as we claim sanity forms in sheltering bubbles like buoys in this cosmic sea of shifting loyalties…

Thanks, khet.