it's true i get my political systems and economic ones mixed up in the last post, pay me no mind, i am but the vessel for my thoughts and perhaps they are not really mine, i am just the scribe. enough politics, i care little for it, although it does fascinate me i'm aware it's a limiting concept and we are way beyond politics now.
so time is speeding up, tension increases, constriction, as all things come to one, can you feel it? i can, i wake up with it, i fall asleep to it, i can tell the planets are aligning, i can feel the influence coming into being, i can taste the future and it's not pretty, not for me anyway, but me is just an idea anyway, nothing for you to worry about. the only thing that we can do is make our peace, i have come to an arrangement revealing something authentic. it may not be real but it's close. how does that work?
you gotta keep stripping away the persona's, exposing the ego until it's raw and dissolved, you gotta know death and you gotta know your own heart before knowing another. my black heart beat for the lust of living, it throbbed erotic heat, it pulsated with the desire but like all lovers it has been defeated and beaten, battered and bruised, it has taken hit after hit after hit and yet it still beats strong, not black anymore, radiant purple, aglow with atlantian energy. from innocence to experience, where does one go after?
experience must have an end. there must come a point where experience ends, it's when one discovers destinty i think. discover your will, and destiny opens the door. i don't mean to sound like crowley but he was on to something.