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the Ultraquiot – part deux

so to possibly finish off this saga on a high note for this vicious state of mind, trying to peel back previously a positive relationship of idealism that were merely disguise or cover for the real emotions and inexperience the quest was begun with, and as each challenge has been so survived far through even those seeming reckless and irrational moments which appear like they would never end or became a lingering malignant impetuous madness… not for show but visible reaction to a toxic situation in some cases where extremity of destructive emotions projected abrupt against those who were to become stronger for the difficult collusion of souls manifested for the purpose of knowledge and reflection, as the human mirror walks and shines the light back at us for those that have any of the natural qualities for this pursuit as the information searches for its connecting ride to the next vital chunk of relevance, but when this ride has become some coded sequence aligned just above our practical mind of tactical knowledge we may find ourselves without a calm thought in our heads as we start to climb through that tangled mess once more stickied with the emotions that hold us to positions we might never have learned about otherwise… it is Here that the ideal godhead remains at an odd juxtaposition of free will and destiny creating a perpendicular polarity of principles floating in the out there, and waiting to be seen by the many sides in the many lives as that are Here collectively weaving the whole scene of the conscious cosmos even though as it could never be so described in one absolute term because that would be a blending of all possible realities into one condensed thing which does truly more than just purely the impulse of imagination, as it is the intricate and complex webbing of a layered acceptance of all those winding routes of knowledge and manifest experience to be intertwined as the “ultraquiot” accepts both life and death through the filter of reality… perceptual reality or “un-reality”, perhaps the word ‘Maya’ as interpreted into a whole culture called ‘Mayans’, but instead of prior ancient peoples we will refer to our ‘Mayans’ Here as the materialists enthralled by their materialism in play as masses obey to their sway… so let the great shit talking begin, i am a walking conscious disease as perhaps previous posts have stated or implied in all too many vague ways to mention Here with any degree of substantial clarity which we might ascribe to these severe rantings as the real truth finds us when we were not actively looking for some exit strategy, and so when my lover left me for another i had never expected to have to put up with them as roommates as i live without a sense of comfort being around them and waiting for those sick parties to leave my current domicile for their own piece of wilderness… i use the word ‘sick’ because of the sudden change of heart i have endured now that the waters of the relationship of affection that have been locked and barricaded against me, i flared with jealous rage that i thought would stay mute maintaining some degree of amicable social demeanor, but there was just enough cruel flaring ego to make things so horribly uncomfortable on all parts and parties as the evolution of human interaction takes further shape among we who are the analytic and critical creatures all laying out displayed… the hostile yearnings rooted in our emotions guide our frenzied hands and flaming lips to move with inconsistent graceless pummeling of our neighbors to whom we owe most of our love and belonging, emotional equality between living beings are the primary source of feelings for unity with a greater community of conscious beings that remains anchored for now in the traditional hive mentality that pervades a cultural situation on the fringe of the next step altogether, but too afraid still at this point to change all at once as it all rolls out expansively to fill out the dark ages with enlightenment moving as surging pulses of progress webbing throughout this cosmic puzzle… the titty-gritty is less troubling than it seems from the inside, where our inner child suckles still upon the teet of consciousness that we traipse from out the narrowed tunnel shot into this reality as beings have somehow inhabited before us, and whose tracks can be visualized remotely projected through one’s minds’ eye which some might consider a living organic prism housed within the pineal gland that reflects and refracts as the eye itself does reversing the image of perceived/ received message by a glandular receptor translating the information as filter for the brain to understand even just the parts that assemble together… the mere human beast needs input beyond the static frame of reference which becomes the jungle an abstract ritual abuse…

Thanks, khet.