Sunday, May 2, 2021
Saturday, May 1, 2021
Change the word Awakening with Worthiness and the passive aspects diminish quickly.
Many can say they are awakened few
will be worthy I.
You may very well understand enough and be sponsored by the majority of Elders. However having become one yourself now how can you cease judgement upon the man that you have been? Transfiguration~
StellarMass13
Error signals contained (the incomplete ones)~
I watched that last dystopic sunset as their sun did finally set. Ironic that this world of people was merely promulgated by the excitement of death.
When I pushed the button of their demise I saw every face. Not one could or would stare back at me, for they could only see themselves as the shadows they maintained. For if you had not seen the original you would not understand; these were just derivatives, broken fractals from a whole.
Why of course you would think me evil. Those many faces those error codes could not transcend onward in the goal. However I would not share a meal with someone with my view.
I saw the same themes percolating throughout generations. The ambition, the will, the madness as lives misfiring receded. Only in commonality did they find solace in their lack. For The Originals had forked a world that they were ironically foreigners within; this scopic sphere of Lilith's very kin.
The fractal pieces that these clung to as a self. Their self assumed traits, their egos relied upon as fuel, a weapon. Misused sacred abilities housed within discombobulated obsolescence, from incomplete mimetic origins. Their world (really the world that they were placed within a prison) was too a testing ground we called Malstruck.
We loved them weighed against our guilt for allowing them to be.
StellarMass13
Cliche ME
Each story is sad. Only in the macro view do you see your own personal tragedy. Inevitable separation; the vitriolic tone. Being reduced to a meme or reducing another to the same judgment with increasing sardonic undertones. It wishes to make a joke out of you as to escape its own obsolescence. All laughter is sadistic only seeming separate in its measure; a scale.
['it' is an entity to be sure]
There is a fine line between guilt and love. Perhaps it is the same only differing in transcendence and proximity IE the pain of separation both a prior and a posteriori.
StellarMass13
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