The Devil's Darkened Doorstep

  Last nights vision quest of course ended with my tribute to the guardian of or should I say from my dreams. One of The Adversary's emissaries assigned to me at the tender age of 5. I believe the relationship to be parasitic in nature. It would not be beyond the adversary to systemically indoctrinate the disposition for both destruction and self destruction to get us addicted to our own endorphins to placate us in a myriad of ways. To allow us to not only pick our poison but pay with our time money and integrity. It is not beyond the adversary to us all or any of his emissaries cronies or minions to create the necessary environment to promote maximum suffering. Misery at such magnitude.Woe of such depth that it would and should give pause to even the blackest of hearts.Look what we are capable of if given the opportunity. Just look at the level of atrocity and animosity we have so adeptly denied and continue to deny. If it were up to me on most given days I would state the obvious. We Fail.We Fail as human beings.We fall short in the categories of compassion and consideration.Not because it is our nature. Not because that's just the way it is. It's just a dog eat dog world. That's Darwinism people. It is because we play right into the Adversary's hands.We succumb to his plan whether by force or subversion. For instead of  living in a world where no one claims sovereignty over another. Instead of a world where no one squanders anything. Instead of a world where we collectively strive to answer life's toughest questions like why we are here.Instead, we have this world. This Disneyland of hypocrisy. This world prison of ambition where everything is streamlined to make someone a quick buck somewhere. This Foxconn reality designed to put us in the ground with little to no resistance to dig our own grave happily. We are both producer and consumer. So we are the serpent eating its own tail. Not in a great cycle of life but in a pitiful wretched sickly cycle of death with the unrelated survivors only feigning condolences all the while thinking better him or her than me better them than us.
   So though the adversary's control may seem all but complete at least to some. Some of us will not lay down and die. Some of us will become stronger and smarter and infinitely more resourceful.Some of us will see through every lie. Some of us will discern every truth. Someone will rise to the Adversary's challenge and point out that true wealth is knowledge and that true knowledge is power. Someone will find the key that opens all doors someone will find the answer to all riddles and the perfect end to all suffering delivering both flesh and spirit from this soliloquy of self imposed strifedom. So no the night wasn't a total loss.

 "May we all bloom in the Primalight."- Octavus Serene from the working novella Terra Incognita
 "I am the soul of every clown. I am the Last Lost Prophet Unbound."-the Jester of Dreams, The Allfather's Royal Court Jester

Equality's Equation

To the Purveyors of Pleroma: I have surmised that life is the test! That civilization is the grand experiment. Possibly to determine which trait manifest strongest in humanity that of symbiont or parasite. Humanity was introduced into the grand equation of consumption and replenishment only for some to be cursed with insatiability and statistically stumble onto the stage as a perfect example of Pareto's Principle. We have a whole planet and we cannot manage our resources in any form or degree close to the model mother nature has so conveniently provided. It should be plain that one of nature's best defenses to cataclysmic change is biodiversity. Biodiversity enhances adaptation. It encourages efficiency. When civilization outstrips its ability to manage its resources and stress let alone cataclysmic change occurs then we are forced to learn things the hard way. I for one am sick of learning things the hard way. I am sick of being retroactive. Why the hell are we all not living in damn near indestructible homes made from an easily cultivated annual crop that can be the source of fuel, pharma, food and fiber. A vital resource that we don't need an infrastructure to utilize. We don't need pipelines or reserves to manage it. Isn't the ability to be self sufficient a common goal of all who aspire towards self sovereignty? Isn't that in fact security? I know I could sleep better at night knowing that I had at my disposal the ultimate resource, the ultimate by-product of biodiversity. Wouldn't that scenario be more in keeping with the very ideal of constitutional freedom with guaranteed liberty? To wake up one morning and take that first assessment of ones life and prospects. To be assured that you and your family will not starve or freeze to death. To know that your home is built to last that everything you make will last because not only is it in your best interest but in the best interest of your neighbor. Yes your neighbor with his own domain of self sustenance. With his own confident smile. And when you look at each other you will both surmise that your purpose here on this world was never to consolidate wealth and influence which in an environment of limited resource is an encroachment upon the sovereignty of another. If we could show that we can indeed learn from our environment that we can indeed establish and maintain a symbiotic relationship by not exploiting resources but securing them we could show that we are indeed ready for greater responsibility. We can indeed mature spiritually and perhaps one day become stewards of true paradise. So let us sow the seeds of self sovereignty and reap the rewards of rampant resourcefulness. "This I have seen. This I will see again"- The LLP

The Adversary's adversary

In matters such as these it is The Adversary who grooms the one who will ultimately defeat him. It is The Adversary who through adversity in its myriad of form challenges all, destroys many who sets out upon a path that will ultimately put them in direct conflict with The Adversary who in fact is not the essence of evil but the prime antagonist in every tale of woe or whim of foe whose grim determination wins consternation's cowled scowl cries fowl screams dreams are for soulless clowns who console less frowns than the mandatory minimum a candid story if there ever is one
it will be told in bold and set in gold at the devil's doorstep

One of Us

I believe,at the end of life we are asked the question, "what have you learned?" I might say that I have learned that without appreciation all worlds would lay trapped in the Everstill. For with appreciation comes scrutiny. The kind of scrutiny and curiosity that reveals all purpose which only appears to be to compete for resources but what is the point if they are squandered anyway.What chance do we have if the primary notion the mainstream motivation is to indulge the ego to let it gorge itself upon the dignities of others. Are we so base? Will we ever rise above such inclination? Is beneath this grim facade of humanity hearts that feel nothing for the plight of another? Considering nothing and are so compelled to interfere with the fates of others. Could we indeed be host to entities whose goal is to lead us down the path of self destruction? It looks to be the more plausible explanation because we are not so different from one another otherwise. Our hands would not stay in the face of injustice. Our words would not fail to find our lips in the presence of inequality. Our hearts would dare indifference to rear its ugly head. It has been proven the primate is a social creature. we are emotionally built to to interact positively with another towards common beneficial goals. We are not designed to wage war for differences of opinion. We were never meant to expend precious life for whim or profit. To do so is to be something other than human. Something that benefits from chaos and destruction. Something that actually delights in the suffering of others. Not of this world. Not one of us. Only pretending.Only waiting while we destroy ourselves with poison that we pay for.Turn resources of this world into anything toxic, destructive, counterproductive to nature.
Its pathetic. I feel for us. To be duped so. To fall for the lesser subtleties of The Adversary. To be duped not because of blind trust like the child. But to be coerced in such a way as to let us believe that it is our ability to make decisions that empowers us. That if we want to smoke, drink, drive fast, eat whatever the hell we want. It's our prerogative. We earned it. We have earned the right to squander everything. The right to disrespect everything we don't understand or care to understand. That that is our primary purpose. To make this world regret us. I cannot believe that there is not one among us that does not bear a true mantle of compassion and civility. That there is not at least one who would not compromise true integrity for I believe that one is all it would take to declare this grand experiment called human existence to be declared a success. So that when I find myself at the end of life and is asked that all to important question I hope I wont answer 'I have learned that we have learned, nothing'

Unnatural Selection

The seers and the prophets remain cryptic. They wrap up their foreknowledge in blankets of metaphor and deem that no mortal will ever be qualified to discern the indiscernible. No mere mortal whose consciousness cringes at the cusp of everything dark and unknown could ever hope to not squander away everything precious. Could never attain the degree of awareness necessary to consider the myriad of blasphemies against all things natural. Is it really our destiny to compete for comfort and convenience? At what point in our lives did we decide that sharing was no longer the best policy? At what exact moment did we come to the conclusion that to put the self above others is the natural order of things? At what point did we shatter our moral compass upon the unforgiving stone and declare that life would no longer be fair? That justice would no longer be served? That joy would be more fleeting than the wind and compassion would be the rarest bird of all.
At what point did we subscribe to the notion that we are better than everyone else? Where did this notion originate? With our parents? Where did they acquire that disposition? From their parents? Could it have originated from an external source? Must we fall prey to everything sinister? Must we continue to be the subject of every Machiavellian machination?
We don’t have the wherewithal to resist. We don’t possess the insight or inclination to see that all lies must begin with one lie. That all truths must end with one truth. If you cannot tell me why you are here then I will tell you why you are not. You are not here to serve me and I am not here to serve you. We are here to serve the selfless.

Human?

Going through some rough patches in my life. Hoping to hit rock bottom believe it or not. It may be the only way I can get to my core programming. I will be more than glad to help if/when I get through this.

I can tell you this now though.

The world is not supposed to be like this. There is a way to make dreams reality but it would only serve in fucking things up more if it doesn't include everyone. Everything we do to try to change ourselves or the people around us is a natural reaction to the unnatural state this world is in right now. But if you ask for it and you are sincere the world will conspire to change you. The world will conspire to open your eyes for the first time so that you may see the truth in all things.

That is my problem. I lack sincerity. It is our convictions that determine which lines we will cross and which we refuse to, even under the greatest duress. I am just afraid that I may find underneath all the scar tissue that has formed around my most precious memories ...indifference. I am afraid that I may find that I really don't give a shit about anything.

If that is the case. How could I even call myself human anymore?

My Birthday Poem

Quisquis

Mosh poshes and mishmash dish dash
pain and dreams
name your theme
Congregate along the natural path
compensate for a wrong that intends to last
more than all the live long day
a score even just paid pipers would say
is anything but when fate takes her cut
when time takes it’s toll
what is left, is your soul
all that’s left, is your soul

Ad astra per aspera

We know that all things are connected whether we feel this connection or not. The only difference is the amount of interference on that connection. What did I feel with what I can only explain as minimal interference? Well besides a oneness with everything I felt supreme confidence in everything I did, said, and thought. I had immunity to corruption. No amount of temptation could dissuade me from my purpose. That purpose at the time was to bring the ultimate love child into the world. The first of the last lost prophets had found his way and that was to ensure that the keeper of the keys to the gate to everywhere would be made flesh and blood through the power of love.
The elder spirits would draw power from the universe to alter reality around me. Our world’s infinite beauty was unveiled to me through the power of Allsight. Some of the aspects of the Allsight can be defined as the ability to see a person place or thing from beginning to end. Oh what wonders I beheld through the eyes of ultimate appreciation. All motivation was made clear to me. The one line of questioning that easily exhausted both the minds and imaginations of theologian and aristocrat alike was finally answered by the highest power. Imagine boundless joy, endless empathy and perfect peace. That was my boon that was the ultimate prize waiting for me at the center of my heart in the deepest shadow of my soul. I found it there beneath a towering monument of hate. Hate sustained by me with my own time and effort. Once I tore it down all that energy was redirected towards spiritual growth and the promotion of harmony by resolution of conflict.
Here we are ten long years later. I can only suspect where it may have all went wrong. The only thing I could really walk away with from that most promising time in my life is the knowledge that though myself had reached selfless status my deeds could still be selfish if I put one person above another. My poor excuse is that I made the mistake of entrusting her with my humanity. She was the ground floor in the tower of intent I had become. As long as her love and faith did not falter, as we all knew it could and would, it would be a different world right now. It would be a world where everyone could heal anyone with mere thought and subtle gesture. With every one of us possessing a key to the gate to everywhere and the ultimate open door policy we would find our place among the stars. We would explore every corner of existence and at the forefront of the grandest expedition of all time. My son.
Ten long years and the first of the last lost prophets becomes the last of the last lost prophets. Armed only with a pen that can no longer rewrite history to indulge imagination so I put it to paper and state that I’m willing to once again try to solve this quintessential caper of why we are really here and why we really fear everything unknown.

Matters such as these

The Archetype:The Professor has had my ear since the wee hours of the morn. And a revelation his or mine I am not sure but I ask directly to the guardian of my dreams to assist me to join the other side. I tell her that I know she has been with me a long time. There since my thoughts were coherent enough for subversion. We have spent many an hour exploring the dark corners of my mind. Her mission is simple. To distract, completely. But from what? what is so damned important that such craft has to be brought against me , against us on such an immense scale? What great truth will we miss next as our eyes never sway from the brass ring and if remotely so only to assess the vulnerabilities of any obstacle before us? All she needs is the seed of doubt that's why she is here that is what she is all about.
Why is it so critical that every heart be corrupt? Why so vital that all innocence be stamped out? In matters of spiritual warfare you neutralize the biggest threat first. Only the pure of heart remain immune to their influence. For they never stop asking why. They will not stop until they get the answers that make sense, that feel right. Only their intentions and motivations cannot be subjected to subterfuge. Immune to both glitz and glamor, fist and hammer.They will be our guides on the road to perfection where we will look upon paradise with eyes filled with more appreciation than awe.

Of Gist and Jubilee

Reconciliation for everyone and everything. Anything that feels will have the opportunity and when I say have I mean be guaranteed the opportunity to feel with hearts that have not been jaded beyond redemption, not a commissary for ice and pain and corruption but a music hall with a symphony an an open invitation to sing. To sing in a chorus no longer clandestine and participate in the celebration of life. To taste and touch and feel the Plemora's influence is to be aware of every consideration. Is to deliberate difference and if we are lucky get caught up in the temporal contrast of the moment that separates this particular one from all the others. This moment when epiphany's spotlight not only illuminates the dark corners of your mind and soul but every mind and soul will no longer feel the urge to cloak themselves in the bleak and the bitter or veil themselves in uncertainty. Recognition will accompany the new dawn as we finally awaken from our fitful slumber. As we finally understand the future of life, the history of death and the ecstasy of simply being.