Shining threads
Tuesday, 21 February 2012
It's all you
Be sexy/noble/funny/daring/bright/loving/thoughtful/tender/stylish/passionate by all means but don't forget your boring/bland/tired/cautious/silly/clumsy/hurt/workaday/dull sides either. It's all you!
Wednesday, 8 February 2012
We, multiply, are one
Witness.
The Father's rule is ending.
We, multiply, are ascending.
Displacement of systems is the name of the game.
Shift the configuration to a world wide web of beings.
The sun will remain but the Sun-King will fall from the sky to be reborn in our own electrical charge.
We, multiply, are one.
This is the New World Order.
The Father's rule is ending.
We, multiply, are ascending.
Displacement of systems is the name of the game.
Shift the configuration to a world wide web of beings.
The sun will remain but the Sun-King will fall from the sky to be reborn in our own electrical charge.
We, multiply, are one.
This is the New World Order.
Sunday, 5 February 2012
Message to ideologues
This is a message to all the ideologues, wannabee kings, control drama operators and petty gurus. I'm onto you.
I can sniff out your game in 10 seconds flat.
You think you are liberators but you trap souls in your system-bubbles.
I'll give you trouble,
as I pull the carpet from under your feet, rearrange the furniture, smash the windows to let in some fresh air.
When was the last time you had an original thought, sought to step outside the confines of your belief-addiction?
You weave meta-narratives & impose your agenda on this complex lattice of events.
I know you feel pain and want to contain the insane experience of being here and now
but STOP.
Stories are stories and do tell stories but don't close the book & freeze the contents.
Keep looking, go closer, go deeper, seep into the pages, go way beyond the sages & fly through the etched meaningless of letters to a boundless existence.
Only this, only this.
I can sniff out your game in 10 seconds flat.
You think you are liberators but you trap souls in your system-bubbles.
I'll give you trouble,
as I pull the carpet from under your feet, rearrange the furniture, smash the windows to let in some fresh air.
When was the last time you had an original thought, sought to step outside the confines of your belief-addiction?
You weave meta-narratives & impose your agenda on this complex lattice of events.
I know you feel pain and want to contain the insane experience of being here and now
but STOP.
Stories are stories and do tell stories but don't close the book & freeze the contents.
Keep looking, go closer, go deeper, seep into the pages, go way beyond the sages & fly through the etched meaningless of letters to a boundless existence.
Only this, only this.
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