In the Book of Mirrors

 The energy I possess even though others may pretend not recognize is never invisible to the naked eye.

The Watchmaker

 What if you were found on your death bed,

Hearing only Jesus whispering in your ear...
I want to die with you.
Is that because you right then and there...
Came to the very real realization,
That what Jesus could have meant
Before meeting his untimely crucifixion:
Come.
Come die with me.
I want you to die with me.
And rather than think twice about it...
It was Jesus who edited what he truthfully thought.
So instead of what he wanted to say,
The gospel unwilfully proclaims:
I will have died for your sins.
So in spite of the message,
What he really wanted to teach us
Was belonging to a message of life before death.
That - that his death nor ours is not abject.
Die with him.
Now die with me.
And so we did.
No whisper back.

Christmas 🎄 Eve 2020

 Is prosperity an emotion to be experienced or a desire to be targeted. Can you describe yourself in a way if you were simply an emotion related to what you want in life besides triggering happiness. Does prosperity of the all eliminate true true happiness. Can the common good of prosperity channel its own historical framework tracing peace and happiness together as one. Ultimately what is the main purpose of refuge for your own happiness. Can happiness be a universal endeavor.

The skies uncover all scenery in harmony

 Codifying the canonical... both founded in literature. 

Both motionless and emotionless.
Senseless and insensitive.
To make a big deal out of nothing.
This rustic nature of mine.
Everyone's got a love story that's just an outer body experience.

Depression is not a negotiation.
Even so what if depression could be simply answerable by a single question that could eliminate it from why.
The question as to why is a divorce from reality which can't be as obvious.
Even if it is a real divorce from reality what is it that makes this unattainable reality not attainable.

The truth is we are not all victims of fire to the same circumstance unless made aware of it because unlike fire this becomes a formal ~ psychological property. The psychological element being one's own divorced reality. And when you are divorced from reality what is its causal nature. How do you approach the things that reality dictates without an intention from which intervenes with your lack of understanding things.

So depression you see if you can see it is very much an emotion.

My ill repentance of Camelot

 No matter how I position myself, life almost always postulates it so any amount of indifference is a crueler reality against my own doing. That depends on imposition as source. A form onto how reverse psychology works from irrational fear. It is an unconscious illustration into Murphy's Law... which would follow what can go wrong will go wrong of roles we play.

It is more important to possess a fear from irrationality that intercepts what is not the truth entitled. Whether or not the truth is reality or not is tested by your own volition. The truth in favor for what is truth cannot be true or false. To test truth are truth fallacies on the condition of what is true or false. The truth on trial as in law can be true or false with or without proof independent of laws.

Sumo sized slice of equilibrium

 I used to know this group of people

That were pathetic assholes
Pretending to act as villains
But be failures at it
Because they weren't smart enough
So they couldn't pull it off.

The lesson I learned:

What translates as zero tolerance if not in the face of taking a neutral position. It is pushed onto its unsuspecting victims. Most would confuse the use of zero tolerance as immunity as a means to themselves. 

Words designate treasure

 What do we call language for the sake of art.

How do we characterize violence vs a mindful experience if not designed if not (disguised) by language.

What do we recognize as a love language lost.

To impart wisdom on a large scale vs its smaller counterpart. The answer to this is liberal arts is an investment.


Zero tolerant vitamins


What translates as zero tolerance if not in the face of taking a neutral position. It is pushed onto its unsuspecting victims. Most would confuse the use of zero tolerance as immunity as a means to themselves.

Harmony.

Silencing voices in our head

 

When we are tested against our will to know. We wre all subject to interpretation. Therefore, understanding is very much a feeling between what is alive vs miscomprehension. Into what becomes knowledge.

It can even be described as a dream state. Your responsibility is not based on what you say because it would be self centered. If everything you ever said in life was true then makes it impossible from which to lie. Think about it this way. Everything is measured ostensibly.

Can God not be rational...

 I am a super tolerant individual carrying a naturally occult eye for worldly things. It gives me a feel into sharing things as they are.

Candle 🕯 Maker

 There is only one.

One.
One holy ghost.
And people get lost in the fact
Like some jelly donut.

Identifying the cathartic element:

Its role in the transcending of psychosis....

If you are living in gods given freedom and by the grace of God you also believe that only god makes the rules. The question always is... can you break them. How do you act above the law in God's eyes. What answers to God? Can you fake your own death in the eyes of god, if you've failed playing a role independent into living the good life.

the hereafter vs the thereafter

 I feel I am not good enough. My biggest obstacle.

My life is not a lie. I've removed myself from self doubt into a plane of consciousness that trusts my natural instincts.

The real question is... if I don't feel good about myself; how am I suppose know when I am good enough. The hereafter vs thereafter.

"If you’re not (good) enough without it, you’ll never be enough with it."

I'm not a thief... I just cheat while keeping myself honest... like everyone else should.

Is branding yourself as a character actor an act of God?? The answer is in faith and renewal....

What makes competition: is it based on a conditional or is it a spiritual journey based on.

Realist vs downplaying the voice in my head which criticizes judges and makes me feel stuck in mud vs acts of conformity.

What does it mean to be seen vs not being taken seriously vs being taken for granted

Can learning how to act only be substantiated by silencing the voices in your head and being present in your body. Is acting an art of dispelling the diseases of your minds elasticity. The capacity in which you silence the inner critic through learning how to dismiss or negate what you edit (the mind) from filtration of what is truth vs. Ones personal infiltration of what is not truth. I am arguing in favor of how acting may be true or false vs gullibility of the observer to be aware of their realist tendencies. The actor is to therefore serve the lie after which everything else is true as a tactical yet satirical evasion to which the observer is in total disbelief. This the medium saying acting conveys a message 💀 (truth) via a messenger (actor). Acting is to be aware if both a common denominator: that the nature of duality may all so both exist simultaneously. Only aware of the human condition from which they stand upon.

There is no memory of "the all." The all implies the obsever independent of the truth.

I cannot prove the existence of God I can only prove my belief in the existence of God. Huge difference

God, Freedom and its unitary wager

 I often wonder if people define war through its visionary aims. I found this interesting. I am of the belief that all war is sacrilegious. It can mean two things where lines are blurred: that the very act of committing yourself to the cause of war is courageous. That the very cause of war is legalizing mass murder to which you are blind to. We are taught to believe that the truth in Valor to man or woman serving his or her country is of the highest order. I just wonder based on clearer definition of what war represents; how would you entail your personal belief in it. I think I screen the cause of war as follows: I am not suggesting soldiers should be murderers. (Mercenary) I am suggesting that the means of war is a legal use of the cause murder creates on a global scale. Also, I believe in my faith as a human being who reserves that faith in the name of God. That being said I am not against being a soldier depending on the cause. That is to say I find it sacred in the name of God I trust. I will fight for God. Fighting in the name of god is the ultimate ideal. I am more curious about how the typical soldier of war is programmed based on his or her occupation to the idea of war and its main purpose. What drives a solider. What motivates them. This also means to which ends the method of war is based if there exist class conscious of mercenaries. All war... all of it is designed to fit modern day warfare. Western civilization which follows a code... 1- a class conscious struggle between the defeat of our civil liberties so eliminating a primary conscious awarenss in ourselves and 2- the ideals associated with mainting equality of status quo across a universal spectrum. The outcomes in both 1 to 2 respectively replay the same end result in favor of war. Not the soldiers elementary aims.

Rescued Eyes

If it were make believe that water can make memories.

Then I am one to travel to places through which waterfalls are created.

Like the birth of my baptism from where
all my memories followed.
They flow from a holy trail of thoughts and words upon words where my world would be shaped.
And for some strange reason...
nothing appeared to me other than salvation.
What am I accused of in this dark
sanctuary.
Me in my parish.
Where I can feel how the sun takes me home.
The dilation of the mind and its struggle.
The science of purging dreams.
How music fills your heart and soul...
Tears upon tears fueling memories.

Obligation is the prize

 What if God faced you with a proposition that would absolve you of everything you have ever done right or wrong in return for nothing other than your peace of mind. However, you feel that the opposite were true. That even in God's eyes you had such a conviction where you felt so strongly about something you just cannot let it go. Would you surrender to gods acclimation or would you think it is too good to be true and thought highly in favor of yourself, in truth, you would govern your own life with or without gods perdition. 

What would you do.

I would choose to surrender. I would surrender so utterly and completely. I would do that. Simple.

If I were a Mystic

If I were a Mystic....

There are rules to follow.
It is here are basis of games without rules.
Competition vs calculation
No no nonsense.
Every minute is a minute of nostalgia.
I listen to my inner self.
I feel my inner body.
As through the inertia of a giant....
What it is brought to life. (Is brought to life.)
I possess a psychology!...
A secret standard.
I hold onto it with a razor sharp focus.
The pinball keeps rolling...
In every which direction.
I keep going.
Then come back for it.
Like chasing an aroma.
Both ancient and magical.
I reject the ball.
There are no rules of measurement.
There are no rules.
I play with intentions;
Only if you play like you play scrabble.
That sense of a vocabulary which just hits you.
And a Tetris on words combine into meaning.
Pointing the arrow like a weather vain.
Until the mind caves in.

Lost in Evasion

A well rounded character...

The contest is in being present....

Onto breaking rules of convention

I don't plan.
I am in favor of Equality
In the Moment
Naturally interesting
Mutual understanding of a social contract...
I refuse to allow someone policing what I say or do.
I do what the fuck I want.
To help set boundaries....
I don't like being tested for what I truly feel.

To possess a High threshold of tolerance:

Intuitive vulnerability
Authentic volatility
Organic in truth
Raw yet private

Avaliable emotionally
Awareness to your self promise of honesty.

Accessing Vocabulary in a meaningful way.

Soldiers of God

Human error can be an absolutely fatal thing.

It leads to accident.
And by accident you come across,
Your suspension of disbelief.
Thanks be to the soldier of god
Who I came across as a homeless man.
He commented on my vibration.
And this was to me my power.
The issue is I have this force of nature
And I correct the problem of human error.
I want to go to the place I once died.
It is there where I am unafraid.
So unafraid.
And so to embark on this journey,
I feel a terror inside.
Once I thought such stupor...
Is my power.
And somehow now I am unafraid.
It is a war in my head.
Where living in a world I feel disarmed
Is a rarity to me.
Too much of a good thing
Is not a good thing to waste.
And that's what makes us all soldiers of God.
That this accidental death of us all would one day
Mark human error.
What are laws without punishment of this primative pastime.
I like feeling in my comfort zone
Looking out the window....
A contender!

This my retreat into faith.
Sparks flying and my ears I feel are burning.

The legend of Sacrement

It is a parody of particual judgment,

That in any of ones affairs ones compass points toward
Calculated movements.
As these movements become conspicuous.
So conspicuously crafted into mind,
That these mind tunnels take you through a
well thought out conscious effort
as how to get carried away.
My imagination pronounces its disappointment.
To break through the barriers of racist ideology.
So not purged upon.
But how intent you are to correct the kind of thinking,
That has no true religious aspect of it.
Religion has its own purpose to intervene with how the mind should function.
It is my personal philosophy that seeks truth however!
And even or odd,
Odd or Even...
Off or not on.
On or not off.
I think I saw her ingenuity in a heartbeat.
The virgin mother never dies in us.
We are always present in our mother's loins.
So through all of this.
I don't know what to say.
All I do know is my father who art in heaven,
Travels upward on this Hill - not down.
And as I reach this pinnacle.
At the height of this hill.
It rains like milk from heaven.
Expect this milk is not white in substance.
It rains black.
It rains in black.
And cleanses me.
My skin feels rejuvenated.
My soul feels it even more so.
And all of the sudden you go cold.
Cold in the milky substance that rains.
Back to a time you will always remember,
How your tears were made by God's hand.

I refuse to be purged upon for being racist, sexist or prejudice.
What connects all these things?
Not that we are consumers of god's unearthly image.
What is class conscious.
I will not be treated minimum wage.
I will not fear being discriminated against as second class.
What I pray for is to be a creative class conscious of individuals.
I will only tap the surface of the forehead.
It is a forceful nature hidden beneath the shadowless recess of my mind.

The Puzzle Factory

I feel a touch incandescent in the mastery of my comfort zone.

Alone in the recess of love.

I think of clues - in the crossword of life
All so uncarelessly crafted.
Struggle vs suffering
Is drudgery.
The drudgery of my misbehavior.
My skull starving for salvation...
My phantom Juliette (is what I call her....)
To whom I feel emptiness on the inside.
I just can't describe.
This monkey on my back,
About a secret unclaimed.
Magically magically present in my loneliness.
An Angel falling...
Falling...
Cheating gravity.
In this the place I am at peace.
Where nothing torchers me.
Where time passes as time terminates my fears.
Light spent all my own.
My mind combining my spirit with memory.
Finding a cemetery to land.

Beauty in the dark nature of romance

You can fake everything but your feelings.

I feel I've been going blind.
Because I regulate everything.
Even when depression hits.
It's a protest of hostility hidden deep inside of me.
How does one find the pretensious world as it surrounds you.
It is a cause of perpetuity.
Where everyone wants to last forever.
It's a toxic environment filled with a host of black flies buzzing around...
They make those zooming sounds.
Zooming zooming around.
Dead in your ear drum.
You could swear they just die in there.
A rotten death.
Where flies enter never to come out again.
So how I regulate things is not by death.
But by mourning.
Somberly so.
Such striking design.
Where intelligence meets its end.
And nothing appears equal.

We are all this shallow and you don't know how.

How alive you can be without necessarily feeling it.

Or isn't it another propositional form.

How can you feel alive without everyone else agreeing.

I am unsure which of which is more alluring.

Maybe never.

The smell of Brandy or your refined taste of (romantic) language in thought.

The small yet skinny fortune of your physical figure.
The luxury of a dollar store and everything in it.

Fire flies in the face of reason dancing at night, defining the recession of your true god like nature. I like it here.

And the abnormal nature of dying...
What is alone living your own heroic death without romance...
Are the final thoughts of my final resting place will be...

(Though I wish everyone knew it.)

This the hearts of hopeless romantics...
A sadder story never told.

My mind is drunk on it.

Against a psychic that won't lie.