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all We want is the truth.

when it works well we are happy, but when it moves in bad ways that make all of us feel a little dirty, then we are guilty of being held captive by we ourselves… by our own minds as a self-policing state where people are ever too coerced by the system in place no matter how disgusted into becoming the victims of their own freedoms, the money has greased the gears of an awesome constriction and pressure upon the people’s will to work through all manner of problems occurring in release to this systemic pressure being valved in the forms of interpersonal drama such as violence and tragedy and strangely occasional transcendental bliss for the ones that realize the place Here is an illusion and can be shattered with the right force of self to push one beyond this binding wrapped about lives since birth, but we need not ever feel that this is the only option for us while we live because the variety of information allows for choosing what a person honestly desires to do with their lifespan while in the mix… there are few absolute truths that are so universal, and we end up taking those things for granted when we live in such a culture overwrought with materialism and weight and the various items we complain about but never change all throughout our real shared existence Here, we each must feel free to discover our individual truths that reside deep in the place where metaphysical and physical realities conjoin in this omni-sensual form conducive to the overlapping systems always working behind the organic movements all separate yet the same coming into collision with one another on these variable paths of destiny made flesh… we are Here to make our glory real no matter the cost as perceived in our comprehension of the ideas around us, listening to voices of either discouragement or support as the mighty motions get decided without our say in their purest form at times wandering aimlessly to the beat of a drumming adrenaline surge as the haste inherent in this speeding wreck of a harmony forces parts of our wasted lip service to speak truth in a brutal way, and we may not like hearing what the outside perspectives are saying even as their words are thrown away like the debris in the streets to be scattered among the rest of us Here trying to make a personal retreat through the bullshit that more become too tired to refuse the burdens shifting… we sit in a womb state where those just waiting to be opened up to the real seed of enlightenment leads to experiencing the unique rich whole of what the world has too often in its diversity working to complete the cycle of transitioning states that the chemical mind and the emotional body are constantly regulating between forces and finite things into a manure-like mush that grows whatever it likes, when the choices to harvest must be heard by those that have left the seeds of growth to follow in the great field of the soul, but i plead where are the cries of the carrots when for them it is the holocaust?… an abrupt removal from all known things to enter into a strange world for the culinary delight of these diabolical creatures in our minds, the beast in our bodies that craves and wagers for only taste and the other senses’ authority on the finer of luxuries in the living world as made real by those before us straining and maintaining this trained idea of comfort, but zoned out in the excess of these ungainly weights that suck on the surrounding pull of our gravity into chaotic free radical shocks to reveal that we are always adapting to the environment and the people at work within the spheres of influence Here, each particular state of being is a close relative to the others in matter of valence between the chemical and the semantic interest in interconnectivity (bonds) of the universe… trying to find the sacrament that best works for the group and the individualistic minds that come together after a period of aggravated tensions that naturally occur between people with differing experiences and viewpoints to the active participation in life, this has been an endless quest for many lifetimes coming in one grand sequence that trails through barriers like a slimy mucus ripe with the bitter mask of the repeated ego finding no respite until the drowned-out blackness inside the box where nothing resembles fear any longer, but instead takes the form of hallucinogenic constructs that we may remember glimpsing in dreams that build out from this Here…

Thanks, khet.