Drawing Down The Flame
Burning through the hearts and minds of Man retribution leaves little to be desired. In playing we pay and yet the evil of contrary motions provides little in the way of recompense. Actions speak louder than words and yet the winds do hear the slight whisper upon our lips providing an avenue of escape which, of course, we never fathom. The Turning of the Tides means little to those of shallow depth and the shoals of our ancestry can certainly attest to that! Swimming with sharks is hardly considered a worthwhile endeavor because sooner or later, especially when food becomes scarce, the feeding frenzy endures. Devouring lost souls to no end the depths of Hell comes ablaze with a new-found exuberance which can only be matched by the simple stupidity of Mankind. In lighting the Great Torch of Vision who is it that sees, as the blind do not merely walk the Earth but ingest it’s every offering - swallowing all into the black hole of despair. In lighting the Beacon who is it that awakes just enough to gaze upon…
Propaganda, Spin and Counter Revolutions
Touching the Heart of Man can sometimes require many roads of ingress. Not all roads should be taken but in choice there is, as always, a choice. The choices we make defines our being but in such definition how easy it becomes to stay lost in translation. What deeds do we perform in secret as we flash the obvious? Nothing in the universe can change our mind but just about all that we do can vibrate in harmony with the binds and bounds we place upon ourselves in order to create the limitation with which we yolk ourselves with as we plow the fertile expanse of existence. Knowing the truth is not enough.
Constructing The Perfect Image
The wayward mind, the cleft of unity; all things become possible when they already are. Being in existence the shadows dance upon the walls of illumination and that illumination is but the light of ourselves casting it’s warm glow upon the universe of perception. Through creation the universe becomes. In existence we find meaningful hope of that which is yet to come to pass. In the twirl and dance of purposeful action catching up can be difficult. In slowing down time we create the space necessary in which to do our bidding. In encapsulating totality we hold it near and dear to our hearts as a reminder that we are indeed lost out among the stars. Lost in thought we become. While the moment between thoughts is the stillness which we are we tend to franticly grasp the movement called time in which to further the exploration of what we call the unknown. Nothing is known or unknown to that within which they exist. Do we find our place out there, somewhere in thought? Do we tip the scale of balance in order…
Where Would We Find Ourselves?
What is it that drives Men mad? What is it that becomes so unsettling that our very foundation shakes and crumbles giving way to anxious desire? What is it that determines our fate, our fortunes along with such tales of woe that we become enraptured by the greatness of our own imagination? What is it that motivates us when we are not looking?
Sailing The Dangerous Waters of New-Found Territory
The exploration of new Lands is always looked upon with an excitement born from the ashes of boredom. In the killing of creativity interest goes willy-nilly out in the vast ‘unknown’ kingdom called make believe. It is this new territory which ravages the soul of man. Denying the impossible all things are. Ahead and above and beyond the royal decree of self perpetuation the masses rise and fall in tumultuous behave reminiscent of some long lost time, some long lost place where happiness endured it’s bitter end. As the curtain came crashing down so too did time and in it’s place there remained the same space where other curtains could do the same. Forever caught in the battle of the ages warriors become doomed to repeat the offense and die the honorable death of forget-full-ness. Embracing ignorance Man reaches the end of the Universe and begs for the door to be opened but a tad more.
In A Nutshell
The OT levels did not produce these abilities but they did find out who could do them. http://www.scribd.com/doc/39966435/The-War-for-Minds-of-Men-Scientology-Role
The Man In The Mirror
‘Man’ is not being referred to here as that over uni-sexed version world dominion lovers embrace. There are two different spellings of ‘man’, one with a capital ‘M’ and one with a small ‘m’. The small ‘m’ version represents man-kind and is all inclusive of humanity regardless of race, color, creed or sex. The flesh and bones which walk the Earth is man-kind. Please note that there is absolutely no regard for the controlled push of uniformity, of converting the joy of diversity into a single stamp of approval. The capital ‘M’ version represents Man in it’s totality well beyond the borders of life cycles. Where an individual life cycle denote ‘man’, the totality denotes ‘Man’. This distinctive difference defines the same separation between one’s spiritual nature and the nature of our human individuality.
When The Blind See...
Being ‘human’ requires borders and boundaries within which one’s existence can be limited, contained and channeled. Hearing the voices of despair we become it and drop this non-sense of individuality. Nurturing a ‘good’ and obedient gang of slaves we try to become it and cringe in fear when The Master awakes in displeasure at our petulance. Breaking the still of the night is something not easily contemplated let alone embraced. One must be firm to the duties and responsibilities of being slaved after all - it is we ourselves which have become the chosen. $Choosing the rite of passage we come away with vacation memories of having a good time. Yes, it is definitely enjoyable being here among those who share our fate - but the sharing of misfortune does little to resolve the problem of our own captivation, of our own making. In seeing the light at the end of the tunnel we think our untimely end has come for us little realizing that the end has already reached it’s exalted status among our convictions…