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Grey Divine
EVIL
vision against the shambling static of eternal darkness. No energy comes
from these states of unseeing. They artificially transcend us, only to
identify the outside as threats against their pristine chapel of self.
They lay a path of delusion, paved by bricks of lies. Weak are guided
from spirit as they fall into their eternity of karmic horrors. Madness a
byproduct of unrelenting appetite. No salvation comes from attachment.
The fruitful harvest of morning will bring brighter times. Leaders of
Heart will release the grasp of propaganda from their depths. Will
shatters hold as condor meets eagle. The fire that has burnt will no
longer hurt as we light the path home. Archetypes of this realm will
lose meaning in the purifying force from our hearts. The doors release
wind with the finale, back into clairvoyance…vigilant of what’s to come
as one.
to closing its own paradox. The illusions that control us are only the
imagined boundaries of physical law. Spirit is eternal and ego is
evolving. Accept that with in you is you. The skins you wear are only
the personas you identify with in these realms. Every possible scenario
is a simulated world within itself: the transcendental object at the end
of time is hallucinating dreams of flashing eternity the majesty of
awe-inspiring light that our ancestors have seen crested in
brief moments of ritualistic ecstasy.
DEATH
The spirit lingers between two sheets of reality. Lucid dreaming in envy
for continuity. Curling and toiling above the heads of those who stick
within that realm. All that happens within reason. Everlasting legacies
built upon the paradox. Immortality terrifies even the stoutest of
souls. Distant waves crumble into hushing particles on the shores of
limbo. Futile attempts to synthesize a distraction before up washes the
skin you once wore. Sizzling your mind in invisible agony as you begin
to melt once more back into a inescapable void. Each huff your spirit
takes settles another brick upon your chest. Excruciating discomfort as
your physicality shivers and convulses. The prey inside whimpers with
fear. Ascension predestined before your conception.
The bleak follow insensitive comforts as sands of time wash down the
spiral. Denial of spirit is their sorry excuse for growing distant to
beauty. Transcendental goddesses giggle at those shambling fears. There
is no safe exit from the realm of karma. The only salvation is the
admission of weaknesses. You are only a god without your impermanent
ego. All flows through you; all will flow back. Love is the unity
between all dimensional vibrations. Let your essence be reborn. Resonate
as you twirl down the tunnel that skims across the simulation of
spirit. There is no psychosis here unless you breed it. The doors
between all worlds open at once. Learn how futile your fear truly is.
Death cannot stop what we will become.
Conscious rebirth within infinity.
AWAKENED
Those creatures you identify as demons are only your irrational
manifestation of a deeper, psychic truth. The acknowledgement of pain is
one of the hardest wisdom to accept. Its freeing to avoid contemplating
upon the sufferings of the past. We have the dutiful ability to
concentrate those lessons into selfless freedom. Finding the intuitions
to save ourselves from doomed paths. Most of us do not seek to see
things for the peerless high levels of consciousness they are in
actuality. The figure of devolved authority herding you back to your
comfortable cages will inevitably fail. Those brutish worlds will fade
into surprised shock. The chaos ensuing will subside as spirits of once
pleasured release their illusions. The lots of liars to lose their
hearts in hellish intent to live within the eternal flames of karma.
Fuse with truth and let the scales of ego fall off your form. As you
approach, a elven enchantress comes through a flowing magnificence of
vibrational empathy. Extraterrestrial in these lands, while always the
foundation. Through lucid fractals she questions if you’re enjoying the
flash of physicality. Reassuring you haven’t lost grip. As we trickle
back down into the bleak. The war drums of consciousness gradually
gaining rhythm as we unconsciously summon the greatest evolution our
solar system has ever witnessed. Trust the dome of inward truth will
grant you safe passage. Reuniting with our ancestors for the last time.
Coiling incandescent light will hug you to sleep.
IMMORTALITY
Elegant white rose bushes line the winding path to Mount Olympus. The
truth being we always are here but new in skin. Mortals grovel at the
luscious gates of envy while the hidden path is the valley of
selflessness. A immortal grasps your hearts with demands. That voice
echoed through endless hallways as you are challenged. A Valkyrie of
holographic light, emanating bliss shows you a brief silhouette of
wings. A familiar face of Mother smiles warmth as she guides you back to
quiet slumber. You walk further into the corridor of truth. Infinite
void of expanding space luring you further into a long amnesia. All
abilities stripped from
you, awakening for the last time.
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