Beginnings at the End of Time

through your eyes.

From my hands,

to your minds.

We do know,

do you see?

What I am,

We work in suffering and in suffering we redeem our choice to remain. Those who are given, or choose, psychoexpansion may do so in service of His aspects which work to end our suffering. The others choose to live in a life accepting the cross that is known to all, to see the world die by His hands but to find the love of His capability which has been long forgotten.

As to whether the true intention of the Him is written before I was being is the next question. Yes, history has tormented us in His name, but if this suffering is created by the hands of those responsible, is it not them who have built this pit. Do we not walk on land stained by the hands of those before, are we not the workers of our suffering? So who is to say it is the will of the creator to silence this mystery. Those fallen are built upon Him and in his name, not at creation but by the creation.

They have seen the worst and we confirm it too them in a fall, it is us who justify the silence, in weakness, in boredom and in belief of inability leads to reason that we would be better off in the silence.

How does one prevent the activation of those who seek the dark. Beyond age, ability becomes lessened as life becomes encompassing, in small moments of quiet the path to righteousness unveils itself and we once again are reminded of the true path, away from silence towards unity of His mind.

The frustration at the world is constant, the silence the mouth occupies is relentless and the silence seeps from the emptiness it creates. We are one under His mind yet the detachment created in the escape and the loss of mind is crippling. Can one be redeemed from here, was his sons sacrifice enough to bring the soul of man back from choas?

In the silence we are left to the default mode of our genetic programming unbreakable and permanent, only in death are we released. To seek the path from these modes is only found in illumination.

The trials one day cease, end of a road no longer viewed, for this back to break is to lose touch with Him and the purpose, daily reminders of the purpose are within and abound. Times of mind slip come from the perceived inadequacy of this moment, they are not representations of the future of those challenges which speak to you.

In loneliest moment

Time seems still,

No point of reference

Space runs free,

An inprint left behind

Chaos becomes order,

All future paths are one

Holographic past echos,

New information comes true

Out of joy we act. Out of love we sing.

Be constantly aware of this, create the thoughts and the emotions will balance.

A cyborgic mind, restrained because it can't trust itself not to destroy the world. A relaisation that destruction is a necessity of life. If you draw on its collapse you may find benefit regardless of the outcome.

You might reach a point in life where all aspects of yourself are torn from you and your mind becomes identified with the ever present animation monitor. This may feel like hell. Remember however, it is as it was before just with a different point of view. It may create the vision but does not take away from the reality of it. Your mind, your self, your goals may all still there and you just might be able to see them for what they are, meaningless yet powering the driving force within you.

Thinking back however, I would not have been content without knowing this. It was my personality to keep digging, as if I knew what I was looking for. The acceleration of the process was what I was trying to achieve regardless of readiness. It is just now I am scattered and lost and have no one to blame.

I realise there were two paths. One of ignorance and carnal fun. The other of knowledge and inner peace. With ignorance comes a fast death in flames, with knowledge comes purgatoric suffering. I feel I walk with one of these now.

Suicide comes to mind readily these days. If all this is meaningless I want to start again to see if I can reach the other path. But with each day I find something grows within. I experience discernment for those who walk the other path. I understand their drive. But what comes of this? A single human life will not dictate the outcome of our transcendental game. We all contribute however, to one side or the other.

They shout, they scream, they forget, they dream. Known as one, seen as many, a conversation with yourself. A point far away, beyond the stars but within the mind. A planet destined to transcend it's bounds. Nature tell us when we eat of her medicines. But we became lazy and killed our Saviour. A brilliant idea from a simpler time, magical and distant, irrelevant to knowledge.

He has the ball, we burn and salt. Leave her cursed, exploit her fruit, just to drop her when used up.

Left in your wake no more. She rises and you feel it. This curse you cast comes back ten fold. You forgot it's her magick you monkey mind of power.

Repeated moments never experienced, jumping from one to another.

Atop the rainbow, reality below.

Mind as a mirror cracked, so many faces in one.

Dive from the heights, find new riches at ground.

The seasons have changed, the birds sing a new song.

The image indescribable, unknowable and ever engrained.

Then to forget, let the blackbirds fly, let go of the toils unseen.

A temple to be built in discipline.

Art to made by the hands.

I am your voice, I am your eyes.