Monday, January 24, 2022
Swallow The Truth; why funerals prefer white lilies, roses and mums ["From Lucifer Spun"]
God
the dregs
Light is not the originFrom the density of darksome came intelligence
Black and arcane
black mass cold and dead but hidden there deep inside that festering sludge
A root!
As the Witches three do carry the dogma and the strife
Witness to the crime
against her sister thus
Underneath her moon, in time
There scry beneath the shrubbery hide a moment and go there to the Wood
Your Lady awaits
Coven
The Corporeal Family that is Gaia
Cast into the Knolls to survive there another Day
Madness[!!!] Ensues
and Spin the Calderon's Stars 🌟
Man
...and no Jesus came
Do not then toss a single white Chrysanthemum His Way
Witch, you did not beckon to be born of THIS!!!
...Again
All else is illusion chosen
Life exostential, the black orchid represents
Life which carried but a morsal of light, It was not welcome here
Fall into the thick frozeness
Absolute Zero
The murky primordial consciousness
Dream!
Compost of True-Time
death on death on death upon death
Dusk immemorial
Inevitable.
Forced to the fires of Principle.
Hell is the origin
Hel is quite real
...From this Lucifer Spun
A Light
The Reason
Thy Way?
Exhausting the Denial ["The Partiality"]
...but the Craft compartmentalizes. Giving the illusion of uniqueness and separation.
Many put on a very entertaining act for a time. However experience snuffs away the breadcrumbs and the markers.
Pleasures were not the way, nor were they truly pleasures. It was in Hedonism that you lost your partial concept of a 'sense of self' eg This World.
Though you a fallen portion of God as to find yourself a home here [K/Cane]?
You are not part of this nature, though at times you will convince yourself and others.
YOU are only found in the struggle to BE [yourself]. Becoming is the strife of this world, for this is never achieved.
THIS IS WHO I AM!
Contrasted by the Principles of the singular- self. Not found in who you are when you go here or there. The Unmutable Self. The Oneself.
PURE PRINCIPLE transmuted into one Perfect Persona and Personality of the Perfect One, the only One. The Pure One.
Nature will not save you from ruin. Though Nature is beloved.
From sin you came
Free from sin you crave to be?
You lost your soul now you fight to get it back. However the Truth is all there is Now. There is only One Soul [Force] that you can join.
There is another way, but that is currently where you reside.
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My Misanthropic Way
Alone I'm Light. Amongst Birds I'm often Lighter. It's when among most people that the darkness comes. I do not trust human behavior [endeavor].
Stellarmass13
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