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Western Mysteries.

and so this is what it has come down to, the individual working and toiling to create a satisfying emotional substance that might make the difference between that so-fabled Philosopher’s Stone and the hard place which i label many times as Here, but i am no master in researching of anything as creative as i am so it becomes too easy for me to envision and agree with other interpretations to the same qualities that you might see in my place… we all walk ground that has been tread many times over by the stronger people than we who assume to know what living was like back then, the only things we have some level of new knowledge is walking those paths deep inside of ourselves where some fear to tread at all, and a few of us are so afraid that the only barest solace available is the rehashed brainwash that accumulates and becomes so thoroughly calcified in our mind’s eye that once you invite it in trivial worlds become your life as severe examples of right and wrong… currently, the commercial trickery has inundated our soul-ar powers with this dreck that becomes like knives in our eyes as we blindly stare ensnared by their web of lies unreal and flashing to wield the sleeping mind through a course of philosophy’s melding of emotional and informational data unguided without any grounding principle to dissipate all externalized extra charge flowing all throughout the vessel sailing along barely aware of what is in the out there, but of course there are many who would scheme and swindle as the opportunity dictates in order to manage moving ahead within the fundamental constraints imposed by others as the strain carries over the heads of all people great and small as cosmic energy shifts to become an inclined plane forcing the marbles to go out of their minds… the spinning orbits of all these powerful heavenly bodies swinging and attempting to interpolate the dramatic filtering upward through the faceless drift into the lens of godheads setting time and space as a clockwork mechanism, vast blinking lights holes in the darkness of matter condensed beyond room for breathing or thinking as the vacuum taps into our collective soul transmitting a signal that breaks beyond those simple distractions that anchor us to trivial sacrifice and useless artificial idols drawn from the myths of age it is vital to coagulate these entities together into the cohesive ride which is the inspired individual, and when sacred wisdom can align itself with the modern age looking for inspiration universal as legendary cure to the infected dysfunction that has crept into our hearts and minds of dynamic yet cynical source… we allowed their indifference to enter without busting the fragile parts inside of this viral spiral shot following a vertical strand upward for some and downward for others in a fascinated carelessness that appears indifferent on the surface, no matter how thin the blood that drips and ascends the veins wired deep through the meat and tissue of this fundamental universe presented as the bone of contended knowledge contradicting humanity in its survival urge as it transplanted and transports the information both biologic and psychotic in equal measure just as unerringly as the human trust in balance maintained, but this is given certainty that goes beyond a reason or rational justification as might remain absolute or truth be it strange or restrained by human subjectivity in this taut thought tension keeping ideas in their place… the final destination of the mythic proportions as they dislodge and fail from the general whole only to be dismissed like a seed to implant further generations of ignorance into the soil, where all the best dead bodies are stuffed to ferment in the depths like coal and other fossil fuels abused to drive energy and power to its limits as we drive the residue of dinosaurs there presently with our tyrannical footprint making the earth moan, but we are not so evil… the vilest of us we like to think get destroyed horrendously by the most drastic means necessary at the disposal of and to dispose of those who think they know better from the rest of us, spikes on the chart as far as natural fluctuations go over the stasis of any and all particular life times or time frames, and the perspective varying between subjective and objective creates an electricity which harmonizes together with the shared energy of everyone else expressed at the same time… unleash the harmony with me, fearing not the executioner’s hand, and there is no end…

Thanks, khet.