Born off nothing, a knowledgeable void, No caste, creed, religion or sect, neither identification nor dissection of the Self - until, you made this innocent heart of mine devoid Of that one true love and universal respect; by pouring it all - all that you preach, brimming my empty vessel with all that you teach . . .
Thankfully I know now how to stretch my palm out Or fully fold them in supplication, I know now how to cover my head with a fancy cap or just join the fancy chorus with my thunderous clap, And sometimes I shout out, after them, my prayers and those sacred mantras; But for whom I know not, not at all.
Thankful to you, I know who I am, or at least pretend to classify my identity within the realms of your false stories; I have known to walk the holy path, without knowing where does it lead to;
And I have memorized my holy scripts, by hook or crook, even swear by the holy book - without knowing the underlying esoteric meanings. And I know my fatwas, the despicable seven sins, the rule of Karma and all the exaggerated drama; But, still, somewhere fail to tame the animal reigning deep inside. And sometimes you forbid to indulge in my harmless cravings, instead insist it's my duty to kill, against my inner will - So, I bathe my hands red over your invisible promises; But I feel lost - losing the long battle with my inner Self!
Here I am! to confide in you, The Unknown, With whom rarely do I now feel acquainted; rather seldom blinded by the invisible boundaries - that divide me from my brothers, and thy blessing hand; obscured under too many stories, symbols and a plethora of golden rules.
And once a while, they command me to celebrate and rejoice these dictated moments of freedom, so I pray - Dear Father, Tell me there still is the ray, that shimmering rare ray of hope!
Wake us from this illusion, Our favorite accepted delusion. During these moments of festival, when we are compelled - To bow down and be pious, Pretending to bask in your glory, while recounting your true eternal story - Come out and show us a sign, Ring a bell in our deaf ears, for those years of creation and manifestation shall not flush into darkness and extinction.
Father! I pray to Thee - to set us free! Send The Prophet; to us; May the harbinger bring to us; the one true message you want us to bask in; for now; and for time immemorial - this festive, awaken us, oh heavenly Father; deliver on to us, thy true message of Love!
Coming of age, a disillusioned youth goes to his innocent past and questions the "teaching" of his religion.
Religion and all the belief system surrounding it - festivals included - are human invented devices to interpret and understand the infinite Love of the cosmic universe within the boundaries of our imagination.
But have we truly understood what we openly preach and believe with such unshakable belief?
Do we really understand our Gods, the rituals, the sacred mantras, the fancy dogma and all the hidden symbols and rules,
or do we simply consummate the inner power and empower ourselves with judgmental wrath and spit it out blatantly on our brothers at the behest of religion?
Think!
This festive, let us all wake from this deep slumber to embrace the blinding white light of effervescing universal Love!
as our naked souls laid under the fuzzy monsoon sky
and how we rode through the roadway of bliss.
And now, when those eyes call us old,
Look - We did it, you and me -
for the warmth of our love, hasn't turned cold,
when no one came, for us, we set ourselves free.
Staring at my eyes, she
for the last time shyly hid
her wrinkled fingers entwined with mine,
as her ring - our symbol of love
still continues to shine
like the twinkling stars above.
And although,
"Our days might not last forever,
the countless memories shall outlive us."
[About]
This poem is narrated through the eyes of an 'old' couple, who have basked in each other's never ending love for a long time to have experienced each other's blissfulness.
Love is the answer, for those who have truly found it.
And although our physical bodies might not sustain this endless vibration, the countless memories that we curate and experience with our loved ones will surely last across through the timeless boundaries of life.
I feel the breeze break my chains to release 'her'
from the shackles of lies, all the while
I wet my bare body and dance in style
to the highest clouds of my imagination
to feel it all, all that is -
while this illusory freedom, from the kingdom
of imperfection
casts away like a picture in perfection.
About the Poem
Beach. An amalgamation of the endless water dancing to the wild tunes of the breezy air around, the infinite Earth kissing the sole of your bare feet, with the omnipresent Sun setting the perfect mood for the moment. Beaches make you go crazy - don't they?
This poem is about one of those moments when you let yourself lose while discovering your true self at the beach.
I like late night scribbling random lines to an intriguing image prompt, like the one above. This was a part of some online poetry competition on one of famous social networking sites.
The words oozed out as an ode to those entrapped souls with self-inflicted wounds - keeping themselves 'chained' to some one else's expectations or unfulfilled desires. The idea is - only after a major setback and failurethat enough courage is mustered to sway away that imagined doorway to freedom!
Loops, desires - more looped desires, mere thoughts that you care so much! Entering these never ending loops here, now, of mere urges that still surges under your pants, in response of that solo thought - you know that,
Of, what you have known all along.
And after the sweet juicy exchanges,
shall be the regrets that keep following
your inner subconscious,
along with those inner battles that,
you still have to wage - within, or without - with great rage, and greater egoism shall not recede till you took control.
And in each of those moments that you ever have imagined having experienced love, could be simply a lie, a vessel full of lust, that you must vacate if you wish to spiral through to the realms of heaven, or embrace that, what you fear the most - to be tolerated, or maybe even hated but never loved - if that's all you've ever want.
I might say, "Hey! It is fine not to have someone, to kiss, to miss,
or to cuddle,
to make love to, or simply fuck", but with luck, you might have someone in sight, or might even lay your dirty hands all over her and her body, but, never tune into thy rowdy soul or vice versa - whatever!
And then?
Recover, from this sickness - the disease of wanting to be in love, unless, you completely demystify one realm after another - like the unfolding of a thousand petaled lotus - that manifests only with divine focus.
How can I not judge my feelings, when that is all this wretched society has taught, and the one I should make love - all life long - is bought, in an exchange - with heaps of materialism, silently being preached by thy schism of darkness.
Whilst the wandering stars are overhead, again - inviting me to waltz and embrace my darkest demons, and to find that true love, beyond the union of physical bodies, beyond realms of false promises and beyond all those lies - that you narrate to get laid, 'coz one day - all of this shall fade - And then, That one day - Don't shy, To say, That I,
didn't love you when,
the darkness, the lightness, and the river of your imagined love dries up under the scorching heat of truth and self-introspection.
Suspicion?
Give me a reason not to, Or let's say, give me another reason not to love you, and I shall love you again!
Often in our life's eternal journey we come across bridges. A dilemma is essential while making the choices that your heart and mind battle out. We either walk to the other side in hope to find all that we imagine would quench our desires, or light a fire to burn the bridge down.
Consumed by ubiquitous passage of time, I found a moment for my heart to rhyme. The sun calling out, shining bright, Who to fear in this battle of wrong and right? Legs long withered, sprinting the rat race, Why won't you let mask my tired face?
The embracing moments fly by, calmness taking over. Huffed, I stop by to take a breath under thy cover. Mother bequeathed quintessentially to green overflowing trees. Reassurance is essential for the mind to be at peace!
Open thy heart, a fathom underneath I'll caress. Bereft thou, life-long been an utterly ugly mess. Over flowing mind altering destinations unseen. We were here, now, always have been! Let it go, flow free, subconsciously hear the inner call. Quit the herd, life's precious to be another brick in the wall!
My underlay craving not quenched, should never be. All moment screamingly halt, for subsequent ones to see. Mind oozing with laments of past, outlined with subtle fearful future never to last. While every moment slips by, I seldom fail to take a grip. Embrace the last puff, bracing for my final trip!
What might become could be now But how she said not to worry. Have seen it all, her eyes, the lens Of perception, revealing stories untold. Behold! The dream catcher un-winds! Full of lust, like her breath to wander, Wonder not, paint every moment to last, So vast! The universe through her lens. Stories shot, fame for not, disappear Into clouds of oblivion. Call of nature, Adventure she is drenched. Skip not a beat, watch her unfurl like the star, Farthest up high. Relax! make a wish, With eyelids rolled heart full of dream, Scream not of envy, the dream catcher un-winds!
You don't recognize the body, only the soul, Like dew drops skimming on a leaf pure. Sure, road not taken equals unexplored, Path tread defines your destiny untold. Behold! The dream catcher un-winds! What's your will, what's the inner call? Over flowing locks narrate the tall tale. Fail? Only passing phase dictating lesson, Of shutter sound and flash clicks. Ticks the clock like waves of rising sea, See, a year disappears. You still smile All this while, amidst shimmering lens. Hold thy breath for the story untold, Behold! The dream catcher un-winds!
*** If you don’t eat your meat, how can you have your pudding?
His ubiquity was getting unmistakably conspicuous,as nervous minutes ticked by!
I knew, paranoia, accompanied by indignant helplessness was lurking nearby to sweep underneath my sleeves, that slowly began to strangle me. A perfect setting for eeriness to establish its firm roots in the minds of those who overthink and tend to absorb the negativities around them.
The wrongly-timed blizzard outside had made it almost impossible for me to leave the bilking premises. I could risk sneaking underneath the cafeteria window, by frantically running down the emergency flight of stairs, surging towards the exit point.
However, the bleak possibility of landing to safety was severely outweighed by the numbness of my frigid limbs accompanied by the creamy physic induced anxiety and uneasiness.
The innocuous ubiquity of the crazy diamond couldn't be omitted from the equation, presently being outweighed by the possible presence of a diamond-eyed poltergeist.
I can ease your pain,
get you on your feet again!
Although everything around you seems mundanely familiar, it becomes increasingly operose to tame your complex-cognitive mind. I was at the epicentre of the near-perfect concoction of pure, paradisiac emotions along with a surge of tumultuous, chaotic thoughts.
I could sense moments slip by - each one of them liable for subtle psychological and physical transformations. Only if we allowed each juncture to shape as it was meant to be, our lives could be adorned with a deeper sense of awareness and understanding of one’s purpose of existence. I was inexorably thirsty for the secret - the saucer full of undisclosed mysticism that vowed to be revealed only to the ears that turned up, tuned in and dropped out. Persuaded to be the witness of the esoteric revelation, I frantically started frisking through my disorganized stuff for my earphones…
***
Floyd In!
A Saucerful of Secretsis the second studio album by English rock group Pink Floyd. It was recorded at EMI's Abbey Road Studios on various dates from August 1967 to April 1968. It is both the last Pink Floyd album on which Syd Barrett would appear and the only studio album in which all five band members contributed.
A Saucerful of Secrets.
***
It is imperative to notice that at this point of the night; the magic potion had successfully injected its divine effect on my neurotic system. Its ramification was swift and very subtle. I could feel my senses go awry - the tip of my hands started to quiver at the slightest of noise being made in the surrounding, including my own sub-conscious breath. It was becoming increasingly difficult to focus on relatively unimportant matters; instead, my brain chose to dive deeper into the realms of mysticism to unravel enigmas that chose to remain incognito.
I craved for MORE!
***
Moreis the first full-length soundtrack album, and third studio album, by the English rock band Pink Floyd, released on 13 June 1969 in the United Kingdom. More contains some acoustic folk ballads, a genre that appeared sparsely on later works. This is Pink Floyd's first full album without founder member Syd Barrett, who was ousted from the group in early 1968 during the recording of their previous album. It is one of the two Pink Floyd albums to feature David Gilmour as the sole lead vocalist.
Main Theme
***
What is the first thought that comes to your head, synonymous with unfulfilled desires, your wildest fantasies, to be with the one you always wanted to be but never got a chance to be. The ability to fantasize is a remarkable evolutionary adaptation. It allows us to create elaborate mental models of reality and play out our feelings and desires within them. Through fantasy, our brains have provided us with a consequence-free space to gratify our desires, give our feelings expression, and to create and test alternate perspectives.
I absolutely adore working in the realms of fantasies.
Sex?
***
Ummagummais a double album by the English progressive rock band Pink Floyd. It was released on 25 October 1969.
The album's title supposedly comes from Cambridge slang for sex. The studio album came as a result of Richard Wright wanting to make "real music”.
Careful With That Axe Eugene
***
Sometimes there are no words.
And sometimes that’s exactly how it should be!
Is there anyone else out there who was very skeptical of this new album that's supposed to be coming out in November? I can't even explain how excited I got when I first heard the announcement. Actually, it was a link to an article and the link said something like "David Gilmour's wife confirms a new Pink Floyd album is coming". I nearly shit my pants, vomited and blew a load all at the same time. True Story! While, many felt that without an official band or management statement, specifically announcing 'the end of Pink Floyd' we had to conclude the band still existed – even if not active; meanwhile, debates have raged and heated arguments dragged on inconclusively around sources like Wikipedia about exactly when Pink Floyd became 'inactive' and 'ceased to exist' as a band by virtue of some immeasurable, undetermined, organic process. When we consider all of this, it seems fitting that Pink Floyd lays these questions to rest in such an ethereal and halcyon manner on
The Endless River.
Side one starts with voices discussing why people argue, before someone mutters, “The sum is greater than the parts”, and a deep boom gives way to the slow fade-up of scintillating synthesizers. David Gilmouruses an E-Bow on his guitar on this side, which makes it sound at times like it has been taped and played backwards and at others gives it a pleasing hum and buzz. It’s light-touch stuff, very pretty. This is not to say that the music on The Endless River is mellow (some is) but to say that as a listener, from the beginning to the end of the album you sense you are on a mission, heading toward a final destination: one that is at peace with finality as the journey approaches denouement in the lyrics of Louder Than Words.
***
This album is definitely for the unquenchable thirst of all the Floyd fanatics, who have emotively been annexed with the group throughout their long and glorious walk to eternity. With only three members of the original lineup alive, and only two musically contributing to this album, it is a must have for the compulsive ears that go comfortably numb on that one magical note from the maestro’s guitar! Goosebumps, after each track unveils and fades out to the next, reminiscent of the good old Floyd era, that once again promises to etch an ever lasting impression on the Floyd-heads.
My brain pulsated, as I tuned in my earphones for the one last time. . .
The journey is beautiful when you are in a quandary about the limitless horizon – nebulous, yet tempting!
You muster courage and decide to plunge into the river, ride the final high tide, before taking the last bow to eternity. All the precognitive knowledge fails; so does the antecedent wisdom.
You lay still, submissive, yet alert to the flowing musical tides, as you allow the prism bearers to stride you to the other side.
A salty drop trickled down my pale cheeks, as I lay exhausted with my hands cupped against my puckered eyelids.
All my esoteric emotions gave away to a compulsive liquid state, as more tears gushed out from the corner of my eyes,
I know, I should’ve written earlier. But a lot has been going on here since you left us.
See, the endowments you bestowed onto the few selected lot of imbecile monkeys to stride forward together, towards a more beautiful and peaceful home, have largely misinterpreted your divine blessing, taking undue advantage of their free will - replacing your statue of love and harmony with ever imposing hatred and never ending ego.
Whom, once you blessed as brothers are now up in arms, facing off and slaying each other over trivial issues you would be disappointed to hear. Yes, the conditions are worse as they sound, and, believe me, dear mother, I am not exaggerating.
What you might have once dreamt as your beautiful second home, outlined by shadows of your unconditional love, is slowly moving towards the dark side.
Mislead and misguided, often with deliberate attempts of choking on meaningless desires, that never ceases to lure the human greed. Peace, love, harmony are mere words, sung by disheartened dreamers, long boycotted by the vicious circle of rules, regulations, sect, creed, religion, their version of reality, woven in a perfect hallucinatory design, earmarked to believe as truth.
But you cannot see the truth with your eyes closed. Or can you?
The messengers of love - young men and women singing in your glory, spreading the divine word, narrating the doctrine of peace - end up burdened under relentless conspiracies - piles of unfinished stories. Sadly, only the powerful and ego-maniacs win.
Oh! You won't believe we've invented this object termed money - that has further aggravated our existential on this beautiful planet. We actually pay for living, for staying alive!
As if every breath blessed by your loving grace, connecting us and making us merge with The One was not enough - yes, we have invented a bigger pursuit than happiness.
It is more than mere peaceful existence - we have started to be something else you chose us to be. We have forgotten the purpose we started this euphoric journey the first place.
Yes, we have pushed and shoved your image away. We sadly have taken our existence for granted, ignoring to dance to the rhythm of the universe, blinded enough to overlook the obvious patterns and designs we were born to.
Choosing to forget that we chose to be here inside the human bodies of ours for a much bigger reason, than chasing and filling our lungs with greasy bundles of printed paper, giving fake promises of an accomplished life.
Sigh!
I envisage mortality as the single toppling brink that has helped your offspring's survive midst tremendous pandemonium that prevails on your blessed land since centuries. We have collectively failed to realize Love is the answer.
Maybe our ego curtained ignorance is too perdurable to view the obvious, finding happiness in everything else but within ourselves.
As I write this disheartening piece of letter under the influence of the divine invocation, many hapless heads are being butchered for non-existential boundaries and borders, greedy hands vying to butcher every inch of your blessed endowment.
Lamenting, I throw my nimble hands up in the air, seeking intervention. I know all isn't lost - there still is hope.
All my brothers need is a sign - a divine harbinger whispering into their deaf ears - that shall resonate and awaken them from their long hibernation to discover the abundant radiance of the almighty surrounding and embracing us all.
That infinite ray of light beaming and exploding through the minds of all, thrusting us in togetherness towards the One.
“Hey, Bob, look out, we got two of those flashers out there. They could be SLA [Spacecraft Lunar Module Adapter] panels. I don’t know. They’re alike in intensity and pretty regular in the bright and dim flashes they come out with, and they’re widely separated.”
A dazed Bob gazed into the infinite ceiling above his shining head. It was a week later his centurion day on his mystically surfaced planet.
Flashbacks of the crazy jamboree his mates back home threw to commemorate his special day, pranged back his head. Never before had he felt so dazed and confused.
Realizing and perceiving stories during his mystical blackouts under the influence of the Shaman's medicine paved path and gave birth to this journey he decided to disembark with his long time comrade Tim.
They were midway solving the long existing puzzle as to what might happen if one dared to break free and egress the divine pattern that was all connected and delineated by Gaia herself.
Was it even possible?
To ignore the obvious links and knots you knew were handcrafted to exist. What could life possibly mean without being breathed in, caressed and treasured by the loving hands of nature, and when the rightful time arrives, being breathed out and rested in sublime sleep - transcending to an alternate dimension - a possible alternate life hidden away from the realms of this existing form. A panting Bob joined his frenzied pal and zoomed their optics out into the open space - an infinite omnidirectional dimension as they were always narrated and made to learn about in their dorms.
Their superior sense of vision - a characteristic that was common to off springs of their lineage made them good explorers - a job that was much in demand and sought after in their homeland - Paxterra.
Their forefathers had envisioned a near perfect system and way of existence, that was well preserved and eventually passed on to the upcoming cohorts. It was widely believed and revered as the divine's way of existence. No one, till then ever imagined a life devoid of the peaceful existence that was meant to devour on the souls of all beings on their territory. The pair was the first to wander and explore the possibilities of breaking away from the devout bond holding all beings together as one.
Yes, it was true; both of them saw a pale blue dot hanging out motionless in the distant space. As small and insignificant as a speck of dust, it reflected back light from the near and distant stars that blessed its surface - an assurance, it had no light of its own - a possible satellite or may be a planet - a possibility it could usher similar life forms blessed and taken care by Gaia.
But, stumbling on something so precious in this infinitesimally spanning dimension was never easy! Their fathers had futilely spent their entire lifetime trying to make contact with other species, merely trying to understand their existence and to share their treasured knowledge that helped sustain and flourish the mesmerizing Paxterra. They started to jot down notes and excitingly taking snaps of what laid ahead of them.
"Umm, Yeah! We are making a detour. This pale blue dot might be interesting. Wish us luck! Namaste."
Several nervous moments of intense breathings and constant static followed from the chambers of the bronze plated speaker and mic setting that laid tangled in front of Bob.
With every dripping of red sweat from his third eye – a clear indication for Tom, that his pal was feeling the heat – his hunch about a possible existence of life form in the pale blue dot converted to a belief. An affirmative nod followed.
“Hi this is Bob, yes we see some strange gas, all black and stinky filling up the atmosphere surrounding the planet. Poor bastards shit them inhaling down here!”
][shivering…][
“Ha! This is crazy!”
][After some heavy static...][
“Yeah! They are in terrible shape James. Shruck! These ego driven minions seem to lustfully live in utter Helter skelter. Shruck!
I fail to understand how should I react at this moment? Shall I be angered at these potheads for blatantly ignoring the obvious channels of love and mutual co-existence or should I be brimming with pitiful tears of sorrowfulness and stretch out my hand to pull them out of this plight…”
][A loud thud subduing a heavier explosion resonates the sealed chambers...][
“ Shruck! They are in desperate need of our help...The message must be delivered. At once – flash of light needs to be… Shruck! The divine message...”
“Uhm, you sure about it?”
][Heavy crackling voice resonating… ][
“We don't understand the universe yet. We don’t understand any of this stuff. They've come to believe, inside every black hole, there is another universe.Wrap your fucking head around!”
* * *
III.
DAY
AFTER
TOMORROW
You are standing in an empty room. A room made of little pieces of stardust that carry emptiness between them. There are no pieces of furniture - no chairs or tables. They were there, but they took them away. There are no monsters from your bad dreams, although, they never were there. Remember! You are standing in an empty room. While breathing in and out, you feel the movement of the emptiness inside you and that the emptiness is You. At this moment, you see that the only things which are absent in the room are the impossible ways of existence.
Do you see the reason for your existence?
Seeing is not always believing ... Or is it?
"My third eye has been active ever since I was a child. Years back it turned into a full blown Kundalini awakening - you know the kind that feels like lightning bolts shooting down your spine through the major chakra pathways. But when I was a kid, I could physically feel things near my forehead and it would intermittently tickle. I used to telepathically communicate to the street dogs and they would rub their whiskers against my forehead and it would send intense energy soaring through my endocrine system. This sounds kind of weird but I grew up thinking that all people experienced these sensations in their pineal gland until I had the Kundalini awakening and learned that hardly anyone does. It was hilarious when I was trying to explain this to my doctor and realized he had no clue what I was talking about. They tested me for brain seizures and everything." But then one day it happened again... Of all the significant hypothesis proved, equations etched, laws imposed against the will of nature - I chose one - a bicycle trip - that single handily has the potential to outweigh almost everything else, making the mere existence of all the egocentric motives and rituals around you laughable. Throughout human history, as mankind has witnessed a plethora of groundbreaking declarations - most of which can - and has made us question our will, only one can be earmarked as worthy decree, that one single bicycle trip that seemed to change the very perception of human senses and made us see what our eyes were designed for - what our minds were fabricated and connected to perceive - what our souls roamed for in human forms endlessly craving for - the dream to finally be exigent - to be here and now - opening the doors of perception and realizing to free your mind should be the ultimate whim of the moment. Nothing else should matter!
To see the light we must embrace the darkness.
I met Jesus while he was raving during the days of cannibal holocaust. It was intense. They came, they delivered the message, and with a flash of light, every moment of happiness gushed out from our lifeless veins into the infinite pool of love and harmony of the universe.
The message that should’ve been learned a long time ago was finally being whispered into the deaf ears, resonating inside the mind of the numb receivers with every available inch of dimension, every tune delivering a different meaning – a magical world of truly infinite possibilities.
Where none was judged or jester at the way one thought or held an opinion about everything close or remotely associated with his world.
Oh! A world where every head was held high and all understood the meaning of each other’s existence inside the creation we all were collectively a part of – where everyone held equal responsibilities towards the betterment of the environment they were attached to as a whole.
All embraced and held each others’ nerves during tense moments of intense peaks - vibrations racing down from their crown spiraling across The Sushumna tunnel of enlightenment, dissociating its energy across the floral shaped ground on which they stood.
Only after intense dark nights arrives the brightest shimmering sun.
140bpm… 180bpm… 220bpm…
It was close to five in the morning, the moon which radiantly overlooked the night proceedings slowly started to recede midst the shy gray bordering clouds, creating intricate patterns outlining mystically shaped faces in the sky that made way for that nascent reddish sunbeam outstretching across the abysmal horizon.
][A boisterous mob had gathered, looking up at the sky, dazed and confused!][
“You are ant-like pitiable creatures living in your own confined dimensions, unaware of an existence beyond your known defined realms. You are a nightingale singing gaily in your own delusional world, elaborately created by your adroit mind. You don’t want to invest any time rationalizing out your thoughts, it’s easier to make a blanket statement that everyone is equal and inherently good. Not true. All of you are instinctively reacting to your own circumstances. The fact is, there is only one obvious truth out there. There is or there is not. It makes no sense to me as to why you morons would choose to make your own deities when common sense demands only One. Human history keeps on repeating itself because you have been designed by The Mother, one short of perfection. See, you can’t fix this mess the way of conquering this planet, simply because you did not author it the first place. So quit trying. Accept things as they are meant to be, rather than over analyzing and tweaking everything as per your own whims. You are incapable of total unity – as there always will exist diametrically opposite dualities. There is no creation without dual existence. All you walking bodies of bones and veins are in dire need of enlightenment. Even within your ethnic differences, all are aware of a presence of something higher – that has guided and created every inch of this universe into existence. Even your children are born with this awareness – but are too soon sucked into the giant heap of evil schemes and plots weaved to mess things up by sick bastards out there trying to vanquish and conquer your holy mother! Wake up! Did you come into existence into this beautiful realm for this? Think while it is still legal.”
][Harsh laughter crossfades across the skyline with harsher music, raining full power!][
Bizarre images flashed in front of him, questioning his own confined vision, he entered realms unknown to his trained mind.
See, this is why knowledge is dangerous. It limits your mind. We forget too quickly that the mind craves infinity.
Quit taming your mind to believe what you think is apposite to affirmation, 'cause the mind wants to turn on, tune in and drop out.
When the veil of ego floating on the wings of knowledge fades off, frightful thought loops overtake those who try to control the mind – those who don’t want to let go. He rose up, looking around, quickly realizing this – all new dimension he was puked out, bordering with grim faces, echoing with eerie voices and strange noise - was not taught or narrated in any of those books he was made to love as a kid. He wanted it to stop, wishing to exit this strange dimension. He started to breathe heavily, as more confusion poured over his fazed mind.
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