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Uncle Lucifer.

the route we find ourselves involved within can lead us to our heart’s desires as well as the nightmare guardians of the heart, to protect it from that harm inflicted by any outside malign forces, and there are many influences into the out there possibly too detrimental to this exposed heart… speaking metaphorically as though about the soul’s place throughout all of these messy antics that only become apparent in hindsight at best, but can come to life in visions of a future date when the impossible becomes achieved as reality because ‘nothing is true, everything is permitted’ an old man known once as missionary taught history through a doctrine that remains hidden on in our own collective psyche, those old disposable mystery cults from a pre-religious time when there were no central bodies of authority commanding the people to do their bidding or else all souls would suffer except the most pious… the seed of truth Here is in the words used like a fuzzy logic to encumber a person’s mind with labored attempts at a morality while the proof of its ill-logic comes only after realization that the eyes have been blinded where the mind has trouble honestly perceiving the doctored reality our perceptions take for granted, freedom from our own biased ideas of law and order as handed down from one overwhelming authority over another locked away in their archaic cages long after death of the living instrument for these ideas has occurred, but we are inevitably lead astray when the higher authority tries to limit the power that a people had open access to preventing multiple sources of innovation while the leaders promote only one ascribed normality to extinguish all others as a means of control that crooked authorities have committed themselves to for centuries… higher religion has abandoned the vitality of the mystery cults in favor of the cold and ill-compassionate flavors of standard texts and constant re-editing to further reinforce the drones being locked into a state of confusion without relent, we are a society of people confronted by the essence of evil in our own midst as we raise children to be the next doctors and lawyers without regard to whom they will be protecting with their skills because we all want to believe the fantasy that only good will come of the future actions of these hands, but we become hung up on these idealized opinions of how we wish the world to be working even as nefarious schemes permeate the cruel liturgy of fate that many have already put their energies into as last resort in not knowing what to do when all that need be done is to self-inform and research producing personal results beneficial to some acceptable degree… as life is always constantly changing to the point now that there are few ways to gauge how these changes will affect the outcome until the outcome occurs Here in this real thing, and i can assume to see how the apocalypse would be as if interpreted like a core filled with nihilism and self-hatred because it represents a metaphysical confrontation between soul and substance on a very real layer of human interaction, this is the idea that challenges the stability of a functional reality and the chaotic spool from which each strand is drawn out from the tapestry interwoven with our spiritual forces… the craft interweaving souls is a generous gift which splices cosmic consciousness with solid form into a pathway or individual circuit perhaps that runs the length of a particular cycle that remains uncertain until the whole experience is a mapped substance marked out in the physical as much as those other realms we are inhabiting whilst Here, intermingling between other alternate places that align very closely with our own open present realm wholly construed as this “paradise” long ago because of the current of energy from the open source as ever recycling through these patterns of disuse and reuse into overuse by the masses to the point of perhaps almost violent disuse again as the repetition becomes this literate solidification we now call ‘history’ that transforms and warps the minds of youth through both early concepts of adaptation as well as introduction to the collective idea of imagination so prolific in that inert consciousness below the psyche which encompasses the metaphysical unknowns of death and rebirth as our spirits remake this universe constantly with visions from the intriguingly infinite number of whole other plateaus and milieus where things are always differing to some degree out of phase with the rest of reality as we know it, but Here we have a “lord” disguised as imagery in the form of Uncle Sam whose presence has been deceptively simple to relate to others… first as an ideal necessary member in recruiting for war leading millions to believe in the ‘fight to survive’ mentality which invaded the aMerikan dream in the middle of the darker version of the twentieth century, but with the domination of this “superpower” as some world leader as the cult of tomorrow grew and grew under the banner of conceptual effort which imposed over the more tragic aspects of this bizarre delivery system we have Here deemed the reality in charge of the rest of the other beliefs, what we need is a light-bringer in the sense of the classical frame of mind like a Lucifer before the Christendom which meant the ‘morning star’ of enlightenment and from what i also believe is an awareness of others through emotional understanding as the gravity between particles contracts us together while parts of the other world breaks up and recombine with our own inertia Here… what we need now more than some oblivious world leader trying to impose a fascism of ignorant freedoms in-particular upon others that are somehow different from us, but instead the ideal that brings with them the light of tolerance and generous respect for everyone involved Here both right now and for a future reality when these words matter less or more depending upon the results of time and space, what we need is a an Uncle Lucifer Sam depicted to lead us down the merry propaganda trail owned by catastrophe…

Thanks, khet.