Come to live,realize
come to your senses
raise your odds, give voice to your chances
raise your inner defenses
greet the newborn night,
absorb the hot Moonlight, feel the changes
The night is oddly young
freedom can be so easily bought
Majestical Sparks are flying
wet screams are proudly dying
red blood is laid fresh
The devil sleeps in his lavish nest
the black roster has forgotten his white pulsating crest
Do you wish to be the best…
Is all this a giant test?
Why can we be like the rest?
is a hungry bird never satisfied in her newborn-built nest?
The world looks like something new
God how I wish this madness, was true
buried down below
preying eyes are moving desperately slow
fresh mountain air becomes my sacred glow
the armed thoughts are wishing to know
sleepless dream
buried where eyes can see
devoted scream
given to children of the crumbling tree
shadow and mirrors
our fire put in the middle of ones and zeros
you have been cheated, my great godlike heroes
You and me
Horizon looks, finally clean
out there live ungracious things that have to be seen
heartbreak will be washed as new sin
crushing silence is his unpaid, reluctant twin
will our trouble self repeat?
Can we again dream
Can life exist outside the kingdom of lonely screams?
Can we reach…
is there anything new left to preach?
Those things that can be taught
sometimes knowledge can be bought
lonely heart and her deterministic thought
Smoke is raising
another me is slowly paraphrasing
red sparks are again mercilessly blazing
another life, another memory is selflessly chasing
changing embarrassing dualistic things
inside and outside inverted blazing hot flings
what healthy innocence brings
when white Cosmos finally sings
The devil sleeps in his lavish nest
the black roster has forgotten his white crest
Do you wish to be the best…
Is all this a giant test?
Why can we be like the rest?
Simulated, Stimulated, Reformulated, Manipulated and Rated
This was again real pain in the ass to translate from Croatian to English, I hope all this “mambo jumbo” makes sense.
Same, different, simulated, simultaneous, rational, irrational, generative, degenerative, liberating, repressive…
A group of words, seemingly not so important, which with every second of their existence affect their immediate and wider environment and constantly flow from one state of actualization to another, and third, etc., etc., etc. They create, cumulatively, an ultimate energetic carrier, a storm made of countless possible permutations.
Until they get some firm form, meaningful shape, and some function that makes sense, an extension that will actively utilize our access to the form we call, our reality or further dilute it, filter it to the point of unrecognizability.
Alchemically transform that small input, that weak, fragile word into something completely new, rational, or irrational, or hand it over to optional oblivion, so that the thought process can start its inevitable cycle again. The word materializes into something real, palpable in the white beam of light, which we call, simply the visible field.
People often forget that today’s words are, in reality, a form of symbols, symbols, written symbols… they always look for irrefutable proof in some dusty, ancient closet, longing for a new ancient symbol, which will give the occult being an even greater potential existence and greater cultural justification. Rarely do people get into the essence, the core of the words with which they operate and balance their daily routine, using them as a necessary life tool to survive another, comfortably easy or extremely tiring day.
This almost manic search is always placed in history, rarely do modern linguists dive into the present in daylight.
Rarely, those same hunters who tirelessly chase after strange representations, painted on all kinds of cave rocks, those linguistic argonauts, trapped in mostly damp libraries, emerge to see where language is, as an inevitable form that affects the daily condition of modern man.
Evidence, evidence, evidence… Theatrics…
Often these same proofs come to us from obedient grammar soldiers who will seldom risk their careers, they are repeatedly bleak representations of amoral, gutless amoebas, pale ghosts, masochistic slaves of their, own sick ambition, spreading their disease to those whose lives they should enrich with their existence and work.
Those obedient soldiers should provide them with a higher form of understanding through their work but, too many times these soulless investigators and followers of modern words have nothing to offer but petty-bourgeois contempt.
Inevitably, when the core is discarded, which is the truth, everything becomes a hopeless simulation that feeds on bad habits and breathes in the lie projected by also simulated individuals, subjects alienated from their, own truths and original essence of existence.
The Matrix is not needed as a robust computer program for us to reach the point of unholy manifestation; it is created daily on micro and macro levels and is supported by almost linear human frequent interaction. If something is not deemed as real, or truthful, it deepens the gap between the established, provable reality and realms of randomized phantasy, in this situation self-augmenting inertia deepens the journey into the mire of phantom simulated fantasy.
Humans are stimulated by electrical tools and directed like cattle towards a predetermined time of their existence. Convinced subjects believe that this is the only way to self-realization, and accordingly, everything is better, it seems truer if this same persistent anomaly can be confirmed by other like-minded, silent followers of the same idea, cowardly like-minded, they will merge with the amalgam of highly camouflaged and simulated thoughts.
Stimulus, stimulation, word
If something is neutral, in order for that inert body to come out of its own neutrality, something must give a charge to that subject and move that neutrality in some direction. This can happen on an organic level of manifestation or a synthetic one. The organic form has greater freedom of manifestation, while the synthetic one is directed to the path where that neutral object is predetermined and directed, according to the established, programmed parameters of the desired outcome that commands this manifestation.
The element of Stimulation and the motor skills of a given word form fertile ground for any formation of manifested regressive or degressive stimulus.
Stimulation… warmth, cold, pain, discomfort…
The word…the right word can multiply all of the above and cause a controlled or uncontrolled synthetic sequence of our once neutral existence, pushing us stealthily towards a simulated form of existence.
In this position, with the passage of time, the original form of our unmanufactured existence is lost…and it almost infantilely turns into something that resembles a Frankensteinian reality, aided by the constant false imputations of our own truncated thoughts and subversive environment that has long since been deprived of its primary originality.
The only thing it offers, is simulated existence in predetermined Malthusian deviations, on the blank outskirts of tercial parameters.
How many degrees of retroactive analog-digital simulation have we gone through in just one life?
How many times has just one tiny word influenced our entire being, giving us the opportunity, the excuse for a right or wrong decision?
A decision that later multiplies into a multitude of probabilities defining our, own existence, often leading us into the soft bosom of stolen existence, alienated from the “spiritual antilogic” and handed over to the simulated, almost fiscal oligarchic logic that becomes our silent malicious companion until the end of our existence on this, as they say, green world.
Does the simulation emanate from the creation machine or is the essence, the primary operating code of that same creation, to manipulate human thought so that almost every second these same subjects justify the falsity of their situation and appeal to all other participants in this deterministic story, so they can never stray from certain guidelines that prevail in the center of named creation?
In this way, the creation machine uses less of its, own energy, and controlled human interaction provides and fuels that same, creation machine, never breaching energetic comfort levels, extending its unnatural, synthetic life beyond the given period of its programmed existence.
A wrong spoken or written word, the emergence of wrong ideas can “kill” the world you know…
An almost acute problem torments people who regularly fear the journey into the jaws of the unknown, the solemn demystification of the mystical enigma in its original form.
It is not the unknown or “deceitful” hand of deliberately denigrated mysticism that kills and drains the soul’s juices, but the lethargy of comfort, a false, too well beaten existence.
The lightness of periodic, pseudo-animated animation, trapped in a constant loop, full of dreary substitute words, hidden in a herd of stolen thoughts in an alienated existential paradise, full of submerged ideas, is the primary cause of unfulfilled human destinies.
A ship(vessel) without a destination (destiny) is lost, always at the mercy of the stormy sea, and so it is with the human soul-SOS.
It is easier to write for me in my native language, first 2 articles were easy chat gpt was useful, and it fastened the translation, this last one I literally had to rewrite almost the whole piece…i could write it even more complexly, but I fear I would then sound like a douche who can juggle a few complex words. I am many things but not a show-off, that all said: somehow, someway no matter how I try to stay under the surface I always stick out…
I don’t like attention, I am a pretty humble guy.
Those of you who read this, create your, own mantras and implement them, don’t tell them to anyone else, they are just for you…it is a form of white magick. Doing that, it is important to Protect your karma and always follow the golden rule.
What you are doing for others you are doing for yourself, and it is always easier to scratch somebody else’s back…
You can also create your, personal entity that will work for you in the spirit realm, Choose the name, this name can not be told to anyone, under any circumstances…This being can be anything or of any shape, you let I’m out, tell him your wishes, and then close the box, vase, or wherever you have him manifested.
Again: Protect your karma and always follow the golden rule, tell him, or her: that nothing can be done in the spiritual world that will damage your karma.
It will speed up the process of transmutation.
I forgot when communicating with your created entity, never speak your wishes or commands out loud, ever… it is important to mention that in the spirit world things work and happen instantaneously.
Everyone always asks, what I can do…this you can do, not everyone must charge into the heart of the battle or move mountains. Not everyone needs to chase the monsters in a darkened alley.
Amplification, repetition,100 monkey theory…equals>results
Cursing…
And yeah stop cursing if you can…CURSE- IN/G(7).life, yourself, mothers, fathers..etc…you follow me…
These all are negative mantras…curses…do this and life will get better.
What you are sending to others good or bad will come back to haunt you, so don’t be an idiot.
At least try, you have nothing to lose, only gain.
The Control Voice:
There is nothing wrong with your television. Do not attempt to adjust the picture. We are now controlling the transmission. We control the horizontal and the vertical. We can deluge you with a thousand channels or expand one single image to crystal clarity and beyond. We can shape your vision to anything our imagination can conceive. For the next hour we will control all that you see and hear. You are about to experience the awe and mystery which reaches from the deepest inner mind to the outer limits.
I think you are being impulsed by the Plejaren.
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