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