Existence Beyond Mundanity & Mediocrity
On Immortality and Spiritual Legacy
To become masters of our choices we erstwhile waifs and strays of chaos, are raised again in the death of our former selves.
As captains of destiny we may sanctify our lives by walking in accord with a sacred path leading to graduated higher forms of knowledge. An Alchemy of a spiritual sorts.
To be all these things and more requires that we leave behind who we once were, remnants of a dying age, rebels of a fate we refused to partake in.
We go to school so that we may learn to walk on our hands and speak through our asses. In contrast, for many of us our learning here in this world has taken a circuitous “off piste” route that allows for us to now have this kind of conversation. A conversation about the nature of reality and of our essential motivations, rather than of subject matter that subjugates reason with barbarity.
To break all the preconceived boundaries beyond straight jacket conformity, in our thinking, intentions and deeds, liberates a man to his proper stature as the “captain of his soul /master of his fates.” It is only by weighing all probability that Occams Razor and the principle of parsimony may stand a chance of recreating ones personal model for understanding reality, through information entropy reduction.
All is well and dandy until reality ceases to be what it is purported to have been. Awakening to new probability, exponentially expanding in the architecture of naturally formed synchronicity, man frees himself when entropy is wound down and frequency is enhanced. A clear picture emerges through the convergence of body, mind and soul.
As one would suspect, the suspects are found, analysed and left wanting. In my minds eye I undress the emperor. Layer by layer studied minutely in whole and part, I penetrate to the heart of the matter.
The secret to spiritual immortality is to know it as our birthright to which each are entitled and deserve, so that no more and no less, we may assume our rightful place as the children of God.
In a godless epoch we reap what we sow as species but by being in the world and not of it potentiates the possibility of knowing oneself beyond any common knowledge, allows for one to experience and bear witness to mankind’s inherent divinity, outside of the fates decided by wicked men.
Know that we have already won this spiritual war in all of the alternate probable future timelines; we are already victorious. It’s this particular 3D simulation that is yet to fulfil the destiny that we already master. Our physical selves are playing catchup with our higher spiritual purpose. It needs a massive kick up the ass, to get the slumbering giant off of its haunches.
We are all pros here. This is not our first rodeo and each of us are making our own unique contribution through the collective consciousness toward sanctification of all life. We are challenging and changing the collective consciousness together in our own uniquely special way and in truth, this is how we serve “God” and the greater good.
Long after we have shuffled off this mortal coil and passed away from this realm, our knowledge and awareness lives on in the legacy of collective consciousness, preserved in timelessness for future generations to come.
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I attempt with this writing to create spiritual cuisine with just the right balance of flavour and nourishment. As such a chef I challenge my boundaries to create tasty morsels from the nector of Gods kitchen, kneading deeply the dough of my soul, and pouring deeply into the well of my heart, so that others may share in the ingredients of my ‘philosophical jus’.
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Being in the world but not Of it requires a peculiar balance of shedding everything unnecessary in the physical life down to it's bare necessities, whilst stripping the soul bare for new and old wounds to heal. Only this vulnerability in the eyes of God can soothe an aching heart. Concurrently we engage in the now with what presents as physical, social, political, and persecutional, with disspassion, detachment, Grace and forbearance. Such a state of immediacy in conjuction with our inner work, requires superordinate precision. We cultivate ruthlessness as a device for unlocking a capacity to be in but not of.
Opening an old wound that refuses to heal, a stubborn and unyielding pain in the heart. And being open to the possibility of trusting again. Of breathing light into the darkened spaces in the heart, dispelling demons of the past.
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Whilst hiding in plain sight the proof of what I am I observe and study my fellows behind hooded eyes, intensely probing the windows of their souls.
No secret is safe from me in the words and acts of our fellow man, for he is known by his fruits.
The automatons are predictable if not reliable, to the point where it is possible to calculate the algorithms encoded in the programming
It is possible to craft in advance a ready riposte for the predictive programming that plays witness to my controlled folly.
Long forsaken are the disengious. Their ways are callous and cruel, which places the demand of our dealings with others, upon the strictest of terms.
As one of many such kind of man, I am everyone and no one. A fallen one raised by the bootstraps of consciousness through becoming intimate with the cruelty of this world, of depths of both depravity and excess, And piety and grace. Only as such do we learn the nature of ourselves and of the barbarity that has been done unto all.
We are the ego's assassin, whose rebirth is in crucified consciousness, raised from the death of this non life, into eternity.
Each of us in the present moment of the now… if we could but be shorn of ego, we can come to know ourselves as pulsating with consciousness, and in casting its numinous fountain of gentle golden bubbles and flakes, become one with Bliss.
In a shallow world things are not what are widely purported narrow is the way to Nirvana. Alas it is true, for I have born it witness myself, that empty vessels make the most noise; a malady that at times no one can be exempted. Because it is by raising our voices above the babbling pitch that we hear ourselves, and the subtle divinity within.
To be driven perhaps too harshly by one’s own inherent severity, to find better ways to live in peace and harmony, rather than contrived hostilities, is perhaps the aim of the enlightened.
Stoicism may be the only sane philosophy adequate to find safe passage through a bizarre and discordant world peopled by estranged, entranced, misininformed and mystified populations. One may be forgiven for a demagogic outburst as there's a time and place for such things however, that may be now and here.
Our culture has abysmally descended into totalitarian rule where individuals like you and I will soon no longer exist unless we do something about it.
Which is precisely why I have called for the re-evaluation of All values, in the Nietzche-esque fashion, “beyond good and evil”.
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High quality consciousness has greater potency, and lower entropy, and as such it may pass through walls when not attached to a physical. avatar.
Souls are ascendent in the spiritual realms. Our consciousness is most often active as we sleep. 3D mundanity is the density at which the body sleeps when the soul is active. In truth it’s active when we are awake, but few are able to merge the two, for further ascension of the heavenly body.
What appears pertinent to one may not be to another; people choose to awaken to their immortality, or die.
The spiritual battlefield is to find a way to defeat one’s enemy without having to draw ones sword.
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Fluttering eyelashes hold no value or substance, and the wiles of the wicked are laid bare in counterfeit character. An orgasmic role play masquerade charade flowing in false pretenses.
I do not trust easily it's true and I feel every scar. Cross me once, shame on you. Cross me twice shame on me. The unjust suffer at my judgement.
I am a predator of truth and I can be unkind to the unkind kind as I give no quarter to lies and deceit. “Don't piss down my back and tell me it’s Raining.”
No friend can be so loyal and trustworthy nor enemy as fierce when scorned.
There comes a time when good men stand tall, wounds though they may still be baring, residual traces of life's hard lessons, of falling and failing enough times so as to know the value of life and the depths of their subconscious knowing.
Such are we simple men, who simply want to live in peace and coexistence with our soul family. Forsaking apostasy, lies and deceit, in favour of the possibility of true freedom.
Shout out to
To all new aspiring writers and warriors of spirit
To all the great writers to whom I subscribe,
I salute you.
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Love always! Though I am not religious, I surely am spiritual, and surely do My work for Humanity out of deep love for Our grossly beset race! We will prevail!
It matters not how straight the gate
How charged with punishments the scroll
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul