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Brian8888 (OP) User ID: 29823953  United States01/13/2013 12:06 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Shivas countless arms Reach out to comfort the stars And holding them offers sweet As honey prayers and alms Loving and caring she cares without fail, And playful she is like water over stones, Not forcing, she attracts all Eons pass and she is diligent and respects all Patience is the way, and she is the way, she smiles.... All is reflected in her smile With a finger gesture she acquires respect And in her wake, life does flourish and take shape Forms of things grown in her Breath of diamond light Willed strong and molten with care, Spirals slow fom flight Giggle childlike in applause..... To worship her, make her proud again... Dissolving into new obscure images, divine , as they are meekly grotesque gothic cthulu... Acquiring a sense and need not just to feed, but more to understand that which it came to seed But forgetfulness is Shivas blissful gift to present For her beauty is seen as wonder and confusion And billions of aeons does she last Blinding the dark with visions and light All things but masks, and pranks Vishnu's song But always playfully the mystery moves Retreatingly forward, hesitant She's living enchantment She's breathing hypnosis So that life may contain us, nurture us Safely guide us..... YOU ARE ME |
| Seer777 Ride the wings of the mind User ID: 31248385 United States01/13/2013 12:07 PM  Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: the TRUTH....... I AM YOU....YOU ARE I Quoting: Brian8888 Alch. Wed. Con't... -------------------------Day 2 Desert.........con't. In the morning...... He awoke Bleary eyed and covered in sand It was still barely light, grey clouds could be seen faintly in the distance... A stinging sensation stabbed at his left foot , and he instinctively grabbed his foot in pain.. A scorpion had stung him ! Scorpio ! He crawled out of his night time nook, as beads of sweat formed on his neck and brow. His arms grew shaky as his sight began to dim... Blackness overtook him as he looked on from above... From above ? He felt himself sinking down into the darkness of earth, sweet earth , sweet darkness ! and did he dream ! ....The " bridge of Sirah". A bridge in the heavens which has a star at on corner of the " great square". This star is called "Sirrah", it is the head of the bound woman Andromeda. This being one corner of the great square, the other three corners of the great square are the wings of Pegasus. The star has a more common name... "Alpheratz". In celestial myths the " Great Square" represents that place which must be crossed in order to achieve eternal life. The asterism sits squarely above the location on the ecliptic where the path is the furthest away from the galactic plane. In practically all cultures this is known as the place of death and resurrection. On the Santiago staff which is inscribed with the Rongo-Rongo script of Easter island, there is a story about a king who had fallen between two posts, and gone to the place where the " birds copulate" with the fishes. This is also a part of the " language of birds". Down below the great square and under the " bridge of Sirrah", a man lays on his back with a Phoenix behind him. Above the man's head is another man pouring water towards the man on his back . This man with the pitcher is Aquarius, the man on his back is the sacred Moai waiting to come back to life. But first he must " cross" the " bridge of Sirrah", above the bridge sits a king called Cepheus. It is the goal of Aquarius to help the man by the side of the road get back to his kingdom as Cepheus, whence he came. .......blackness engulfs him one last time..... He awakens as the sun is setting again, marring his useless vision with rosy tints.... He grasps his water skin and finishes off what remained....his breath ratchets in the wind.... So vulnerable, fragile, helpless..... Tears stream down his dusted cheeks... A movement to the left draws his attention..... A serpent stands poised, a black question mark illuminated in the fading sunset.... " SAD"? the serpent says... " did god abandon you"?........ " yes I think he must have"....... The serpent hisses... " no" I whisper, choking on every letter..... Blackness engulfs me , I surrender........ Screaming all the way down.... I nearly bumped this yesterday... How are you B?  Difficulties strengthen the Mind as labor does the body... ~Seneca |
| Brian8888 (OP) User ID: 29823953 United States01/13/2013 12:08 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Alch. Wed. Con't..... F R O Z E N I N T I M E ICE IS ISIS ISIS ice is drowning my senses !! Sightless and timeless The soundless wind quiets and lingers The sun is blackened and cinder While unknown and distant Feels closer than my skin O' my Iris is frozen and crystal with diamonds and splendor The evening of memories of green sky and blue grass December dismember the ego So you shrink and unite the duo who reside 21st. Long winters night of the soul Climb into the whole YOU ARE ME |
| Brian8888 (OP) User ID: 29823953 United States01/13/2013 12:10 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | If books teach you one thing, it should be that they were written in the spirit of sharing an idea/ or notion, not preaching an ideal. Written by humans ...... It's my trust in these books that has chained me to their hidden ideals. It's my hope that these books do as they claim. Like a soothsayer , or the traveling medicine show practioner...... They sell you hope in a bottle.... A cure for every ailment.... Cure through belief. Belief that they know better than I .trust. But it was me who made me sick. But it was me who wanted attention. Sickness brings people together, sad but true. With sickness we claim our love. It is my mind that ails me. A sickness that cannot be seen. O how it longs to be seen.!! Feeling unimportant, one in a billion, leaves the average person, humble and impotent. When in fact we all could feel our self importance if we cleared away the clutter. Swept away the hard learned lies. You are infinite in potential. Choose wisely.....!! YOU ARE ME |
| Brian8888 (OP) User ID: 29823953 United States01/13/2013 12:14 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | AWAKENING THE SLEEPING GIANT Pushing, picking, pecking Pester, nag and annoy The governmental institution is so much less than this, and yet so much More invasive, because we ask it to nurture our every whim We were innocent of course The road to hell is paved with good intentions It's difficult to define a hatred for something that works so smooth So slick, slithery and precise, it makes us feel like children. We aren't needy and what it does is hard to explain... We grow the food, clean the roads , build the memorials.... Police the city, teach the children, write the laws... We know they provide us with nothing We behave on our own. We teach our own children, and love each other freely We nurture each other without instruction The hypocrisy drives us crazy The red tape Photo ops Waste and lies and cheating and excessive wealth Fear and hunger and angry young cops Makes us mad Backwards It's backwards, and it's waking the sleeping giant .... Like a fly to close to the ear.... Like a bad dream to terrible to see Waking YOU ARE ME |
| Brian8888 (OP) User ID: 29823953 United States01/13/2013 12:15 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Pushing, picking, pecking Pester, nag and annoy The governmental institution is so much less than this, and yet so much More invasive, because we ask it to nurture our every whim We were innocent of course The road to hell is paved with good intentions It's difficult to define a hatred for something that works so smooth So slick, slithery and precise, it makes us feel like children. We aren't needy and what it does is hard to explain... We grow the food, clean the roads , build the memorials.... Police the city, teach the children, write the laws... We know they provide us with nothing We behave on our own. We teach our own children, and love each other freely We nurture each other without instruction The hypocrisy drives us crazy The red tape Photo ops Waste and lies and cheating and excessive wealth Fear and hunger and angry young cops Makes us mad Backwards It's backwards, and it's waking the sleeping giant .... Like a fly to close to the ear.... Like a bad dream to terrible to see Waking YOU ARE ME |
| Brian8888 (OP) User ID: 29823953 United States01/13/2013 12:17 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: the TRUTH....... I AM YOU....YOU ARE I Quoting: Brian8888 Alch. Wed. Con't... -------------------------Day 2 Desert.........con't. In the morning...... He awoke Bleary eyed and covered in sand It was still barely light, grey clouds could be seen faintly in the distance... A stinging sensation stabbed at his left foot , and he instinctively grabbed his foot in pain.. A scorpion had stung him ! Scorpio ! He crawled out of his night time nook, as beads of sweat formed on his neck and brow. His arms grew shaky as his sight began to dim... Blackness overtook him as he looked on from above... From above ? He felt himself sinking down into the darkness of earth, sweet earth , sweet darkness ! and did he dream ! ....The " bridge of Sirah". A bridge in the heavens which has a star at on corner of the " great square". This star is called "Sirrah", it is the head of the bound woman Andromeda. This being one corner of the great square, the other three corners of the great square are the wings of Pegasus. The star has a more common name... "Alpheratz". In celestial myths the " Great Square" represents that place which must be crossed in order to achieve eternal life. The asterism sits squarely above the location on the ecliptic where the path is the furthest away from the galactic plane. In practically all cultures this is known as the place of death and resurrection. On the Santiago staff which is inscribed with the Rongo-Rongo script of Easter island, there is a story about a king who had fallen between two posts, and gone to the place where the " birds copulate" with the fishes. This is also a part of the " language of birds". Down below the great square and under the " bridge of Sirrah", a man lays on his back with a Phoenix behind him. Above the man's head is another man pouring water towards the man on his back . This man with the pitcher is Aquarius, the man on his back is the sacred Moai waiting to come back to life. But first he must " cross" the " bridge of Sirrah", above the bridge sits a king called Cepheus. It is the goal of Aquarius to help the man by the side of the road get back to his kingdom as Cepheus, whence he came. .......blackness engulfs him one last time..... He awakens as the sun is setting again, marring his useless vision with rosy tints.... He grasps his water skin and finishes off what remained....his breath ratchets in the wind.... So vulnerable, fragile, helpless..... Tears stream down his dusted cheeks... A movement to the left draws his attention..... A serpent stands poised, a black question mark illuminated in the fading sunset.... " SAD"? the serpent says... " did god abandon you"?........ " yes I think he must have"....... The serpent hisses... " no" I whisper, choking on every letter..... Blackness engulfs me , I surrender........ Screaming all the way down.... I nearly bumped this yesterday... How are you B? good thank you,nothing to report.... YOU ARE ME |
| Brian8888 (OP) User ID: 29823953 United States01/13/2013 12:19 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The solstice Is a period of time where reality becomes pliable and easily mistaken for dreams. Twilight time , if you will. Every day in the fall brings death all around us, the trees turn brown as the skies turn grey and stark with the shrieks of migrating birds It forces the northern inhabitants to hibernate , if only in activity. As the ice of December grips tight around your throat We lay low in our cottage and keep a flame on the fire.... Eyes transfix upon the slender snakes of flame... Blue ... Yellow... White... Choked only by the smoke and forked tounge of fire.... From such may arise to the poetic soul a desire To kindle and brandish a wrinkle or echo Of the grandious spectacle that rolls on without you As you set cozy and snug, the wind shakes latches and doorknobs ... Sets mind into dreaming of stories and kingdoms Possibilities and participants, scheming and loving Reinvention of the soul.... Every year you get a new chance to do it again ... Another chance to be JESUS....( god on earth) How to get to heaven... More precisely ,what he meant was if you become like me , you will be me and I will be as he. Living the selfless life of Jesus would put you right on track with perfection Living his life in 2011 is a bit different but manageable It's about SOUL EVALUATION ! self evaluation! Discipline! Devotion! Design! Death of the EGO! build a new improved one for spring... A kinder , stronger, more caring, infinite.... Being of light YOU ARE ME |
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| Brian8888 (OP) User ID: 29823953 United States01/13/2013 12:20 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The wheel of KARMA round and round she goes, where she stops no one knows... The hardest thing to accept Will be that this prison that holds you in shackles, Stronger than steel, sharp as diamond, Was of your design... There is no matrix, you are no prisoner ! This is something you must find out to save your soul... The story of life has but one goal .... To remember what was before reality This is not a test, this is the real thing.... Radiation, war, hunger, martial law, ...... These are the test.. I hope you pass... You have infinite time to do it... Karma comes back to you instantly because whoever you affect is you. When you don't realize that you are the great and eternal everything, it is said that you are trapped on the wheel of karma... As to prophecy.... All are capable of meaningful prediction... But perhaps more accurately, meaningless prediction... In the bible we are reminded that we are to have no part in the black arts.. Necromancy....the Levites... Charlatans... Anyway... Enjoy esoterica ! Exoterica ! Tarot ! Kabala ! Gematria ! Tetragrammaton ! But it is a signpost on the way, it is not the way. You are so much more than star signs and birth charts, you can be ruled by them if your weak and needy... Your greatest weapon in life is your razor sharp WILL POWER , and with it ready in the hand of a centered being, a defense towards any calamity or enemy. Further to the point... Take that very weapon to the heart of reality, and cut free from the veil of Isis ... Maya Illusion Your waiting for yourself on the other side The other side of the solstice YOU ARE ME |
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| Brian8888 (OP) User ID: 29823953 United States01/13/2013 12:22 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | A GREAT BATTLE IS TAKING PLACE.... The alchemical wedding : con't .... An attempt is being made by supposed illuminist to reveal( to place a new image apon).... The fabric of reality... Where they are the ring master... Be strong.... Because there are no higher beings..... There are no angels No shafts of light No ringing bells , no gates of gold No higher power , no Stairway to heaven The bible warns of conjurors and astrologists Sorcerers and salesman of cheap solutions... YOU ARE ME |
| Brian8888 (OP) User ID: 29823953 United States01/13/2013 12:24 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Crucifixion The alchemical wedding: con't. The story of the garden of Eden is the tale of god becoming everything in the universe. In the mystery religions these ideas were veiled, by symbols, numbers, and animals. As above so below as some are want to say. Before you get to far, stop and think about reality and it's purpose. In the beginning there was the creator. The source. One thing. Only one thing may exist in one place at one time. One. The source. The creator. "GOD" the grand " architect".....( masons word). What was the primary existence of god before the act of creation ? Before..... The creation of ADAM ( Kadmon / the first), was the first crucifixion, Where the soul is nailed to the idea of matter The existence experienced by all presents a paradox.... What is mind....?? Where can the mind draw a line between the object seen and the viewer and the act of viewing..... Is there a real and distinct difference between intelligence and god? You see, intelligence is a paradox.... Can you touch intelligence? Smell understanding? Taste realization? Throw it like a ball....? Intelligence is not the gift god bestows on life..... It is the very heart and nature of reality. The snake in the garden is commonly regarded as the keeper of wisdom. Knowledge . The caduceus , staff of Hermes , and the kundalini. Stop. These are images that developed, as we developed a collective understanding of the nature of truth... They can confuse you if you stop at just the image, the icon. Osiris was as well killed and brought back to life. After 3 days.!!! But it is death of the ego, or inferior mind, that is being described, not a physical act YOU ARE ME |
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| Brian8888 (OP) User ID: 29823953 United States01/13/2013 12:26 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Death is for the living to observe... There is no space, no sun and moon, just god really. There is no depth, no distance, no angelic guides, no other place to be.. One thing in one place at one time... Neither living nor dead Not loving or hating Hiding I tell you..... Wishing to forget the truth.... Alone God is alone. We were invented by god to escape this lonely existence... God is alone God can never die God created the idea of death.... If there is life, it is a transition always towards death.... It never makes it... It is always reborn into ignorance... YOU ARE ME |
| Brian8888 (OP) User ID: 29823953 United States01/13/2013 12:32 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | So alone... I'm so lonely for nothing.... That it bends my soul.... I'm so only... So I'm one... I'm so lonely for nothing... I'm inverted in the whole.. The whirled gyre is my heart And it waits longingly for nothing.... It's stirred by itself as it does nothing Neither wanting nor needing... Being, it's what I am, I'm doing it all the time... I do it best when I do nothing... But i appear to be having a better time when I laugh.. When I laugh inside the world shakes... Planets align and the sun is eclipsed... When I laugh I appear the fool... The madman... What am I laughing at? The loneliness .. That's what... The imperishable lonelyness... I love all of you... Except I know your not real... You do not exist... I don't even exist, for that matter... The perceived , is perceived for the benefit of the viewer, to be seen.. As I wish.. But it is really just a show.... It happens in the minds eye... In a flash of illumination .... YOU ARE ME |
| Brian8888 (OP) User ID: 33694077 United States02/04/2013 06:13 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Alchemical wedding: con't . "TRAILS OF SMOKE" Trails of smoke through the trees... Pine needles carpet my forest floor While the flickering orange of the campfire glow, marks faces in the leaves dancing in the breeze..... Stretched neath my green canopy Deep in the woods, the night is black as ink The night sounds are faint and color my thoughts, and carry me with them across the tree tops, along a gurgling stream, pushing and pulling each other, in and out of sight Aspen, birch, and evergreen, redwood, pine, oak, apple tree.... I lichen rocks to moss and branch, envision cups of wine and grapes amongst the ivy in their clustered bunches An occasional diamond star cuts through the shield of twigs and boles, black paper sky pricked full of holes... Who Who! Who goes there in the shadows ? Is that the horn of Bootes the hunter? Chasing my soul assunder the violence of thunder, and the silence of slumber Divine thrill of wonder Plato wrote , while Socrates, heroditus spin judgements pleas With whip in hand to tame the beast, cause ash to chase the breathing night Where Philo dared embrace Sophy And walk the dangling wire Where once know- ledge carried both their weight above the grey nite cliffs Proud men and woman brave the lonely world of hopes and dreams Nobility and honor where nothing is as it seems Civilizations will come and go as they grind down into the sands of brown and yellow...... YOU ARE ME |
| Brian8888 (OP) User ID: 33694077 United States02/07/2013 08:03 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Is god not perfect?....... Would that not in turn make god alone....??....... Yes, yes it would.... The next step in thinking is what is this god made of ???......... Are we of gods essence ? Is god thought? Or is god matter ? Is god not both ? Can something really be two things at once????? No I know it certainly appears that way all over the place.... Does something exist? How....? Where? When.....? In relation to what ? How big ? Small? Inside of something? On the outside? Is it meaningful in and of itself? Can two things exist in one place at one time??? Where does one thing end , and it's surroundings begin? Can this object think? Out of the chaos predetermine ? This something, is it stone? Is it slime? Vapor? Ether?dark matter? Dig deeper..... Is it there? Hide and seek Is matter thought ? YES !!! YOU ARE ME |
| Brian8888 (OP) User ID: 33694077 United States02/07/2013 08:08 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | To think.... What have I done to deserve this cruel fate? Where do I go to ? And how am I late? The world is a lonely place when your only one... My days are all numbered and the futures a shroud.. My fear wrath and emptiness won't leave me alone.... My thoughts they all wound me, in spirals they run I'm dogged by a memory that I cannot quite place.. I feel I'm a shadow of some master race... The temple or sanctuary, and a cool stone fountain .. The wilderness of fear cages my spirit in bone... The oracle set the stage for primitive truth... All knowledge, honor , and nobility are tortured on the rack by Fortunata On the wheel of uncertainty.... Wonder and inspiration now they are gone Alive in the wilderness I made and time lingers on... Motherless. Fatherless , the hallowed ground moans, a day without sun, a night without moon. Nothing makes sense to me, no- thing can I own, the captain of my ownership has sailed off alone Houses iced with plywood facade Nail down dreams of red school houses Jungle gyms and teacher crushes visions of green lawns and white picket fences Everything came from nothing, and it resides just out of reach, in the corner of the eye, out on the surface of the lens In the vaulted space above the cor- nea The heart of the being, the quest for the object the seer is seeing The knot in the wood , is the thought , the matter , in regards to the madman, does he laugh or s he laughter ? The brain asks it's afterthought, and does it matter? Where is the lamb after it is slaughtered? The mind is said to wander, so where does it go? Can I touch it? Smell it! Feel it! Can I see the mind? Can I think about my mind with my mind? Taste my tongue? Hear my ear! See my eyes!? Smell my nose? How much nearer can I get to the mirror? Who's more real the mirror or the reflection? YOU ARE ME |
| Brian8888 (OP) User ID: 33694077 United States02/07/2013 08:11 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | NOTHING Find me nothing.... The smallest amount will do... A spoonful ... I will then stuff my entire universe inside of it... It's not there... It's nowhere to be found... I have searched my whole life for this alleged " nothing"..... It never was... I never knew about it... Nobody was caught secretly talking about it.... You can't talk about it... You can't write about it... You can't touch it.... I can't describe it's features... I know it exists because it's my opposite... I'm something.... Though to be specific, I can't say what I truly am.... You see I'm in constant flux, ever changing..... You and I are separate , you told me so...... So how is it you can hear my voice.... Sound will not travel through something that isn't there, NOTHING... light will not travel from one atom through nothing to another atom... Nothing is what would separate us, but it doesn't exist around here.. Only something..... Awareness.... That is me ..... Awareness.... Not a human... Consciousness.... YOU ARE ME |
| Brian8888 (OP) User ID: 33694077 United States02/07/2013 08:16 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Alchemical wedding; con't.... "A STITCH IN TIME" There's still time to save our stricken ship Though the crew abandoned it, and the captains split right down in between the skull.... The crew were a bunch of bilge rats But I think I can still patch the hull I'm tearing up my clothes to patch the sails, on this old vessel.... The captains quarters became the patch for my deck and rails.. A stitch in time can save what was once was mine, good help is so hard to find,...... A stitch in time to save this sinking man, the sirens of Titan call me into the rocks, and I have half a mind to listen.... And sea foaming and glistening and leave it all behind,.... Indecision .... Smashed across the cliffs of madness timbers obliterated in the torrent of Neptune's laughter, it echoes in my head as all memories are cleansed by the relentless ocean clatter All green in the grey of february's dawn, and what I was, seemed to me foreign and strange like a dream of someone else.... And I struggled in infinity, dreading the sea... As best I could, knowing eventually my time would come, as the remaining part of me still understood , death comes for us all, and the sooner we're taken, the sooner we can rebuild... So crash me about, and in time, entire continents dissolve into the sea.... Where then do we place the corner stone of the temple? Below the waves is all thats real, the universal solvent, the vitriol- the stone the builders reject !!! The stone of Sophies That she wore around her neck And the one she stood, as she bruised the snakes head, under the crescent moon Shining on the Water Blackened, calm and glistening on the timbers of what remained of my shattered wreck .... I floated into oblivion.... Released... YOU ARE ME |
| Brian8888 (OP) User ID: 36084509 United States03/18/2013 01:18 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Con't..... "A SUN IS BORN" A retreat into the forest, as the shadows creep into themselves... They creep into themselves, thcreep and slither back from the dawn, his morning magick breaks the midnight spell and shines his light and spreads his heat to vanquish winters chill Under the arch of heavens golden vault springs forth the newborn sun The sprouting seed of lions green The April fool, the horses foal, the children of the liar He climbs into pandoras box and out shoots the tree of life, blind vines of Grape, twist amongst burst acorns . The fur, the teak, and amaranth, through the open window the amber glow, myrrh, sage and fruit blossoms Color my senses as they carpet the forest floor Unbury the cave of winters hibernation and welcome the child of light and sensation Throw out your love, cast your nets into the void, open the door to your heart A sun is born ! A sun is born ! A Sunday mornings just begun! Burn away the dew of midnights reign..... YOU ARE ME YOU ARE ME |
| Brian8888 (OP) User ID: 36084509 United States03/18/2013 01:32 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | A song of mine fom 1999..... " WHEN I COME TO TAKE YOU HOME" When I come to take you home I know your already gone... Because home is such a long way away... When I come to take you home I hope everything's been done And be sure to leave nothing unsaid... When I come to take you home There's a penalty to pay Because home is such a long way away When I come to take you home The price is equal to the sum And there's really only room for one.... When I come to take you home Both legs will turn to stone Because home is such a long way away When I come to take you home The true melding time has come And there's really no pain in being alone.... ... On my way home I'll pick you flowers from the garden On my way home I'll sing the song of our returning On my way home I'll pluck a feather from the eagle On my way home Stand on the heads of fallen angels Strolling the path that was forgotten Leaving behind the childhood daydream ......... On my way home YOU ARE ME |
| Brian8888 (OP) User ID: 36084509 United States03/19/2013 06:01 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | It is wondered, .... Was that a satanic, illuminati ritual just layed out before my eyes..?? Was that death an accident..? They were 27 years old.? They lost a child......? They became famous? Sold their soul for fame and riches ???? They use numbers... Dates... Times... Star alignments ... They feed off of mass murder... They feed off of fear ... Self loathing...envy.. Greed...hunger... Anger..pain.. They drink your tears... THEY ???? ahhhhhhhh ....Paranoia.... There is no they, only me , the incompetent me... Life is meaningful, so it gets messy sorting out the truth from the lies.. All numbers are meaningful ... All letters, all sounds and all sights.. Many aspects of life are predictable and run almost autonomously.... Days and weeks repeat themselves in never-ending cyclic rotations, like hands on a clock... Today I could change the world, or it could look the same as any of a thousand... Free will... It will change your mind. Taking part in ritual is what makes the ritual come to life... Ritualistic behaviors cross the line out of religion all the time... Into school, government... Etc... Everywhere... Numbers ... Everywhere.. Colors Smoke Fire Dark Redemption in the light.... YOU ARE ME YOU ARE ME |
| Brian8888 (OP) User ID: 36084509 United States03/19/2013 06:03 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | "I SAW THE NIGHT !" I saw the night, yeah I saw the night ! Jesus jumped the mothership And left us all alone Down came the night, yeah! I lost my sight Stumbled forth to call your name.. Jesus please remain..... All was revealed, yeah ! His seven seals! Jesus and his chariots have come to raise the dead! I've fallen for your love... I've fallen for your love.... If you leave me lord, I'll be the king of a world you left to sink I've fallen for your love...... Well it's Armageddon time again Yes it's getting very near the end A time for all to be as one, awaken to the rising sun! I've fallen for your love... I've fallen for your love... If you leave me lord, I'll be the king of a world you left to sink I've fallen for your love Words by Brian Murray ( me) YOU ARE ME YOU ARE ME |
| Brian8888 (OP) User ID: 36084509 United States03/19/2013 09:20 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | " ROADS LEAD TO NOWHERE" When the roads lead to nowhere Turn around and find that somewhere When the path leafs to roads Take those roads into the soul.... When this life turns to dust And the wonder bread grows moldy In this life of illusion You will find that you are only.... Only one,.... Only one,... Only one.... Only one.... .... Oh to be so cold, again... The monster takes my brain The days of old shall reign, again, again and again..... To be so cold again, the monitors take my...... Driven by an urgent fear Anxiety is always near So let's put the sun back out of mind The paths we take are spinning out of time Opened up my senses long to fly Oh to find the road that flows on high.... Oh the roads lead to nowhere, yes the roads they lead to nowhere....x4 If your ever on the road just look me up sometime If your ever on the road look me up sometime..... YOU ARE ME YOU ARE ME |
| Brian8888 (OP) User ID: 36084509 United States03/19/2013 10:19 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Ammemdment: ... To said alchemical treatise.... Black and white.. Opposites... Male and female ... The alchemical wedding.. A joining of opposites... A reconciling of opposites into the underlying unity beneath, hidden behind metaphor .... Imaginary ,as much as it is real ...... A balance in both idea and matter of consequence... The " KEY"... and the " LOCK".... two as one.... Two sides of the same coin... ..... Most ideas are incomprehensible without a counter idea to examine it by... A box...? A box for what ? For who ? What kind of box ? Empty..? Full??????????? ...... Treasure.. The philosophers stone... Self...self awareness....... The eternal self... The "IT"...... the indescribable being at the center of all grand manifestations.... The UN- namable , the indesscribable, and impossiblle to find... .... No Body No soul Sole No Thing Nothing in particular ... Blank... Waiting.. Undecided ... Potential.... The ability to be anything... YOU ARE ME |
| Brian8888 (OP) User ID: 36084509 United States03/19/2013 10:23 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Alchemical wedding: con't. " DAWN" I can see the dawn Erupting from an evil time Righteousness was gone Now it rides the morning sun... I can see the dawn The black of night is swept away The world of hate is gone On it's nightmare wings of fear.... What do we do with the pitiful, evil people? Stand them in line as you give them your love, and you say goodbye. When will they learn, All of those pitiful evil people.? Stand them in line as you give them your tears, and you say goodbye. When the morning comes The blackened sky has turned to blue And the world of lies Has been replaced by one of truth! The crimson king has fled Back to the place of fear and death Mother earth just sighs On my neck I feel her sweet breath What do we do with all of the pitiful evil people? Stand them in line as you give them your love, and you say goodbye. Say goodbye to the night And you know it's all right Cause it's only a bright day rising No we won't dread the coming sun Only mourn the fallen night As another new day is arriving! You... YOU ARE ME |
| Brian8888 (OP) User ID: 36084509 United States03/19/2013 10:36 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | You, the Dark Dark, She is the mind of yours. Icy chill of thought becomes A steely shimmer. Behold a glimmer in the black - A flash of grey, that even glows In show against the hallowed dark of you. And that is why you scream in jarring tones 'I have no heart for joy! My white and brittle bones have died' You cried in dark and fractured moans. So now the Queen of Black you writhe, Whence from dark of shade That honed an evil form afar; In curse of me you bade: 'I, the wave shall rape the shore! Violence will there be in glares I'll throw At all who prey, and more: A dark and fetid sea I'll bleed.' And now, the bitter tinge And bleak of waste That eyed the death of once your soul Will here forever be! Indeed you tell: 'The cramping pain is here! Eternal spasm, infinite chasm, The Devil's chaplain plays! We'll climax in a tortured glee As all my love decays.' YOU ARE ME |
| Brian8888 (OP) User ID: 36084509 United States03/19/2013 10:37 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | ALCHEMICAL WEDDING:con't...... EVEN NOW THE NIGHT WILL BE-WARE (or worn as cloth) on my way to nothing (obscurity).... Image is damning to the soul.... I cling to it... I pretend to caress it...imagination...! Black is nothing without white. It's considered together, that you understand it's essence. As with some thing , it is meaningless without nothing. Opposites= truth What we mean when we say god is not opposites, it is the creator of opposites. The god of earthly thoughts and restraints is a double. Male and female. Both. What we say when we mean truth is wrong as well. ......... God is neither. This image of god is not what we mean when we think of the ultimate essence. ...is the creator of thinking. How to think. What to think. Where. When.why. The philosophers stone is the end product of the alchemical process. Don't bother looking for it, it's not really there. It's not real. The real idea of the philosophers stone is that having pulled aside the veil of reality , the philosopher loses all belief in truth. Words , concrete existence itself. Remains suspended in existence by belief only. Watching in stunned amusement as the stone finally disappears . Leaving the philosopher alone. YOU ARE ME |
