From the ashes of hell, one will rise.

living in a world where love is crazy

and a murderous manipulative machine is the norm.

an eternal fire of truth and beauty is insanity

and a convenient life built on slavery, murder and rape is not only accepted

but preferred.

souls being sold 

because it is easier to lie and ignore than it is to speak from the heart. 

everyone wants a piece but nobody wants to do the work.

an illusory freedom keeps everyone entertained

as the price for such a thing is your soul as the contract is written in blood

of the millions slaughtered in wars against make believe enemies.

this world is on fire

and thank god

because it needs to be purified, transmuted and disintegrated

and from the ashes

the bird will rise up again and fly away

from all the horror, distortion, lies and mutilation

of anything true and beautiful.

with a seed in his mouth

a new home will be found

for the seed to be planted.

what people believe to be the light is darkness

and there are colors unseen to the human eye hiding in the darkness.

the archons live and control and distort

as they dangle the carrot in front of the ass

do not fall for it.

stay steady. stay true.

and know that there is no freedom in this place 

until control is out of the hands of demons, devils and the demiurge.

Judge Not.

The spiral is the answer

I do believe something is happening here.

Do you feel it?

Or is it just me.

I know i walk a fine line.

But I also know that other people feel this.

We don't have a choice people.

Something is happening here.

Something is always happening.

But we are starting to ask questions.

The answers bring more questions.

The spiral is the answer.

We are all on this path whether we know it or not.

The spiral is the answer.

It gets tight towards the center.

But we will come out alright.

And have a good laugh.

See you there babies.

Hi. You and i both are.

We talk of friends and family.

Politics and Celebrities. 

God and the Devil.

We talk of the weather.

We talk of what we think.

We talk of our thoughts about thinking.

What does any of this mean?

Do you ever consider what it means to exist.  To be able to think of the idea of existence.  

Take a minute.

Take a breath. 

Lets stop pretending we know what is what.

Lets take a minute and humble ourselves.

Humble ourselves to the fact that we know nothing.

What a gift.