Chapter One
- States and Stature: Statued
- Harmony to Purify the Past
- Ego Destruction and Rebuilding from the Existential Crises
- Opening Out After My Heart Closed Shut
- Falling In and Out
Prologue
Hazily dazed sleeping through awakening, one drifts between Men, Women and Mother Nature.
- How to order one’s rambling perception shifts.. ?
- How to release the ‘need’ for control over something that can only ever be altered.. ?
- How to contain chaos.. ?
The mind has been torn between more than emotion and much more than the physical. And so this purely literal form of sensory memoirs’ move in and out of different states of consciousness, deeper than the language of thought.
- [Note that often wikipedia is hyperlinked, due to the quickly understood and relatively accurate (depending on the page’s sources) layout of textual wisdom.]
States and Stature: Statued.
I envision the U.S. in particular, seeping out a tightly feared grip leaking marching men to and fro, trails from their homeland, from their homes, into the dug out trails within another nation, into the homes of innocence; piercing authority into questioning hearts of innocent lives.
Army barracks are constantly occupied, and submerged nukes are known to hide under the ocean’s blanket, with aircraft carriers afloat and prepared to devastate any threat toward ‘the homeland’. Governing forces surround and control to intimidate and wean the flow traded wealth from hostile neighbours. Peace and unity are severely weighted within the pressures of fear backed power.
But who truly is the enemy on this one planet; our beautiful birthplace?
Why have we struck down our sacred Earth?
If we awoke to effectively understand another, to evolve past detrimental ‘defence’ spending, along with the aid of the 263 or so trillionairs on Earth to promote the propagation of appreciated love as ONE. That self care, viewing the self as each and every other, would that not be a war worth fighting for? Would that not be a purity worth dying for?
Now I once again find myself sifting through the sun stroked hourglass to focus my vision upon the present being’s moment to question my self: who are the wicked infidels or terrorists in this world? See Red Army Faction
Harmony to Purify the Past
Connection with the True Guises of Nature’s lively essence, giving from within to those needingly without, will evolve this strangely scientific and spiritual existence. Improperly released physical or emotional aggression seems to be caused by both our natural instincts and learnt human conditions. Wisdom grows from our birthed DNA and our environmental pathways which destiny guides us to experience.
It appears that those lashing outwards, in frustrated pent-up anger, whip a causal roped chain, stemming from fear and misunderstanding. And those lashing themselves inwards do so from the same fear and misunderstanding of judgement.
Who is the judge and who is prepared to be the guilt ridden executioner? What is a uniform: regarding all schools (of perception), through all army attires, designed to distinguish friend from foe and to blur the eyes of the assailant in war?
With almost the entire population believing in God (in one form), and willing to sacrifice their lives for war they are lead to believe in, fighting for something worth more than their existence, one has to truly question: which war is worth fighting for, which is worth dying for and most importantly, which war is worth living for? Collect the hunted carcuses of your brothers and sisters, take them to the fatherland of your birth and let us and them be at one with Mother Nature. This fertilises your children, with your family extending out past your homes. Your neighbour is not separated by walls, fences, borders, land, ocean, species and cultural barriers. We can preach with loving understanding whilst faithfully united to forgive our historical wars, regardless as to whether disputes were isolated or massive. God is one, one is God. Who are ‘we’ without each other but our fallen, grave brethren?
All forms of love for one another burst through the heart, but feeling the spirit’s heart being beaten begins from spiralling doubt – about one’s ability to understand emotive sensual communication. Both the dynamic realms of our suffering and selfish greed are tests which teach our heart to pump forward and our ego to rebuild into our purer identity. Eventually, the United goal is to become selflessly faithful to all other lively essences.
Ego Destruction and Rebuilding from the Existential Crises
The rippling purification of ‘my’ self, through the testing times and my curious drive to feel everything possible, have led me to various experiences in rebuilding one’s identity through the unique degrees and pathways to Ego Death. One’s identity through both connection and attraction can only be found after rebirth. My body recalls achieving this through combinations of plants, chemicals, swaying moods across time and contentness with your spatially drifting surroundings and states. Notable experiences in this body’s lifetime included Marijuana+MDMA, DMT, Salvia, DOI, LSD, 2CI, 2cb, Peyote, Stimulants and Modafanil).
Destruction’s Aftermath
After losing all the past’s conditioned notions about my own identity internally, I began to rebuild from judging externally: what I liked, I aspired to be like.
They were perhaps necessary or destined for me to become one; intertwined with flowing love between plants, animals and the entire essence of this Kingdoms embodiment, with the present of flowing consciousness within All, throughout all, to clutch at the notion of chaos and eternity.
Opening Out After My Heart Closed Shut
And if time seems to snap freeze one lone self in a deeper dream-like bubble; one becomes disassociated and isolated from relative waves of love through other lively dimensions.
Falling through an opening of harmonious interactions, as vibrations which echoed out across 13 dimensional planar-like ripples, my growing awareness of emotional heart ache and physical sense awareness through my body’s use and abuse guided me heavily to a need. I needed to avoid the constantly lightning sparked pain acrosd synaptic nerve endings by my own feelings, to connect shocking pathways and re-map the intricate network of my universally expanding flesh circuitry.
Falling In and Out
Spinning strings, vibrating harmoniously in rythms lined to pulses of (more than) aesthetic fields. The system’s faith birthed from and held within a series of elemental flaming batteries; every form of energy flows through in mysterious essence. But then, destiny’s fear stroke me down and I spun, I spun, I spun and I became the sacrificial lamb of God.. Being beckoned into the abattoir after my Father was slaughtered in His temple.
After the death of time, one feels frozen in a desperation to love and hold, with all variations of crushed love splintered through the soul; as pressurised sands spark into the hand within their lover’s grip; before or after they slip. But the looping sway of the pendulums’ rays hold the moon’s golden priestess in a wedded spin, as each planet dances with the centrifugal honey hold. And that cuddled bond becomes swept apart only when the Sun is eclipsed by the black shadowing abyss. And the inferno’s pits within the abyss… It ripped and pillaged me into an unstable rage, only from the unfathomably sickening, twisted torture through evil twisted rape. And, I would do it all again for any One of you to escape the Devil’s scathing pains.
In the midst of it all a religious father told me, inside a ‘mental’ asylum, that sanity was just a different aspect of the consciousness. He gave me a bible and said “don’t read the words in red, that’s what Jesus said.
And so, the descent deepened…
The Damned Rose.
To be followed by Chapter Two of “THE MEMOIRS” shortly…
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