Friday, July 16, 2010

Rant

Throughout my many years of exposure and exploration of the human condition, I have come to one key understanding which has helped me obtain information toward my goal whatever it may be at the time, and that is that everybody is right. With such a world view, one can learn from just about anybody they encounter, and in such, I have gained a rather enlightened view (or so I have come to believe) of the world around me. (of course, this view is 100% correct even if I don't shove it down the throats of those around me for that would counter the great lesson I just spoke of above :P)

We shape the world around us. If, in the great expanse of our own minds we believe in ghosts, demons, vampires, witches, Bigfoot, the tooth fairy and Santa Clause, then these things not only exist but can create ripples in the chaotic weave that constantly surrounds us. Thus, I find it interesting to see so many who believe in past lives, and more so, that those lives have shaped the men and women who currently stand before me.

I myself am not been sold on the concept of past lives, at least not in the way that I feel most of you refer to them as (but there are always exceptions). To me, reincarnation within this one frequency is stagnation of the 'energy body' and in such it seems to me that the view of the majority is that this world is the primary hub which all things revolve. I can not, in any way, shape or form bend my will into believing such a thing, for if history has shown us one thing, it's that we are not the center of the universe, it does not revolve around us and those who based their world views upon that 'truth' were quite mistaken.

To me, to place the concept of ones abilities on the events of a past life is but a failing understanding of the world around us and the constantly evolving energy body of unknown proportions that swirls about our heads and causes us an ungodly amount of unknown exposures to the universe in its entirety. (((I’d like to note that somehow word does not read the following sentence as a run-on lol)))

Case in point; our eyes only see .03cm (I believe it is) of the light spectrum. With technology, we are able to see quite a bit more in either direction (higher and lower frequencies) however a vast amount of energy lays outside of that spectrum; the so called hells and heavens of Christian mythos so to speak. If the energy body is undying, then wouldn't it be safe to assume that being trapped in a single frequency would be an illogical substantiation and that a movement of energy from one frequency to another would better fit into the cosmic structure that surrounds us?

I see talk of bloodlines, but bloodlines mean family tree, and trees mean we are stuck on one place for all time, with only short excursions into other frequencies between the time of death and that of rebirth. This view can not be, for if there are beings of great power out there, who dwell in other places and other frequencies, then we are nothing more (or less) than strangers to them.

We are the shadows the demon dreams about with a smile.

With this view of the world, I can not bring myself to think that some event before my birth into this frequency caused me to be what I am today. It goes against my understanding of the ebb and flow of life and the universe. This, as noted above, does not mean that I think you are wrong in the way you view the world, only that the worlds that we live in are different and in such, strange in many ways. In such, I look forward to learning from every one of you and absorbing your views into the great picture I paint in my dreams.

(takes a deep breath, checks his spelling then steps off the soap-box)

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

dinner and a movie not included

My hunger is only equaled by my need to consume. My consumption; her sigh’s of wantin lust. I crave that which I should not have, and have even less than I deserve.

Her touch like feathers upon my skin. She knows she should not, but does anyway. The guild shows in her eyes but her love of pleasure nearly matches my passions for earthly delights.

She reminds me of an earlier stage, when I still had a sort of concept of what it means to be human; a condition I fear has become something of a hindrance to the advancement of my psyche.

To be human, and to limit one’s capabilities based upon the moral subjugation of the cultural majority is stagnation and damnation wrapped with a pretty pink fucking bow.

When my hands lay upon her flesh I am subhuman; a beast of my own creation. The man I become refreshes the man who walks away, and in such I am whole again. Hand’s around her throat gives me ultimate control over life and death … and in such I become strong.

Her submission becomes my elation; her elation my salvation.