||[Oct. 9th, 2009|06:01 am]
Vi Veri Vniversum Vivus Vici
By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe.
"silence is the echo, of the presance of god"
"And thus I clothe my naked villainy with old odd ends
stolen firth from holy writ and seem a saint,
when most I play the devil."
I hope, that the powers that are, shift, towards a more productive stream. That our tax dollars, no longer, implicate us as accessories. That our sences and defences are without their manipulation and screens. Our minds no longer bombarded with selfserving dreams. Our time no longer infested with instigative imagery. Diversional themes of conditioning, status and beauty to be combating. Every man for himself no longer lays seed.
The reason our economy is failing, the signs that our government is dying, is all due to need for us to revise them. Our responsibility as the cutting edge of discovery. Requires a certain transparency of what we uncover. Shared knowledge and shared profits would easily create a single persona a faternity.
Simple is this goal..., for one to achieve.
Overwhelming is the task to convey unto the multitudes of cynical consistencies
As such, each individual must affirm comphrension of our goal. There must be no confusion of what we want to accomplish or how we mean to initiate it.
Every member must be entrusted with the means and know how, as well as the understanding of when to initiate.
The neophyte must recognise the substances they obmitt
And decipher them from those they dont
Ability to maintain composure of those forces,
Creativity to interact and interpret as they concieve
What is left but to improve upon our own mentality. What holds more substance than that which heals all humanity? Why should evolutionary thought be centered around technology?
We have ignored the progression of our own abilties and as a result, we have concreted our querent status into the collective conscious and profaned the holy death samadhi with doubht fear and denial. Percieved thus as a barrier or ultimatum, instead of an opportunity of creativity.
to make room in mental space
for creativity to flow
wondering to see
the face of every subtlety
with a name of their own
a color to mix
with infinate hues
fauceted unto shapes
carving from the known
subtracting the unknown
aproching stairs so steep
made taller by our feat
movement getting us high
like silent sex or bread of rye
the tears that sting our inner eye
potions reap emotions we have yet to try
experimenting with mixtures that ooze from the sky
making fruit of the tools that still stand in our home
from the ones who dug paths in the outer boundries in experiences of the soul
rock speaks to water whenever it rains as waves to the cavern walls, hollow be thy name
Air unto fire, but no sound will obmit, the voices heard are only words suited for the ear
elemental prose, as legend goes, had fallen unto man. who then opposed the light that exposed their fright
the powers that be could not be agreed, decision must be made ,so the words of light would be hidden from sight
and no man whom sees through light, or hears through spirals will ever be able to pronounce the fate that his concentration holds to weight . . . . . Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici . . . . . Sigillum Dei Aemaeth ..... Layers of what is in place
a riddle if yet to complete
mind what you retort
find the logic to support
your intrusive dervation
interveaning with my demonstration
of how a train is to arrive
at a destination Youve yet to decide
unless alongside youve brought ...