AETH3REAL MiND : 3 :

Theta waves strike up a pleasant conversation with ears above and such sound falls and winds back down the spine, into the exiting wormhole we plunge. Preferably leaving my body unattended, as it is now, there's nothing to do but chuckle at how it looks folded over in the corner, abandoned idle on a pile of dirty blankets and tucked away behind the bookshelf. If anyone were to stumble in they wouldn't notice the dead weight. Catching a ride on that brilliant stream of universal consciousness is a journey only the wayward do not crave.

For a long time I had blamed only "them" for their corrupt actions, something I haven't broken completely free of... a project alive and well in-progress. The complications in accepting the existence of sadistic perversion and misdirected violence, in example, took time and effort to understand. How do any of us accept that live-wire "elites" have coerced themselves and numerous others into our fucked up society without the accomplice of complete misery unveiling our participation in it? The lessons created from this are vast and deserve our attention.

Censorship is another effective tool used in the pursuit of control because it works. If “they” are hidden they are safe. Through infinite times I understand that there is everything to learn right now, that the cosmos is reaching for our fingertips and I understand, right now, that I hardly understand at all what to do with any of it. That alone, in every imaginable way, maintains a wealth of inspiration. It is through our excessive and sloppy use of certain services that reflections are blurred while our thoughts seem fruitless. Because of this I wonder just how long we are going to pretend that we are powerless. Anyone can stop using. As we believe we need these services that ultimately bother us, crystallizing within consciousness is an ignored truth, a light of solution that burns and illuminates the obvious, the obvious being that a blatant change of action is the power it takes to clarify that in which shall not be tolerated. It is as clear as it can be, stop using the services that silence you. Still, many will go back for more. Some of us will go as far as to dig up justifications capable of bothering the other side of truth. "I have nothing to hide!" they've spit and stuttered in loyalty, meaning, “I'll pay for the spying and agree with the censorship as long as I can believe that I'm getting what I want!” And maybe so, I'll think, maybe these wonderful exemplars of why privacy is retro are not simple, outspoken fools idolizing a religion where the participants do not see the religion, (statism, for instance), or mere fools worshiping a system where participants believe they relish themselves in economic values but in reality purvey delusion. Maybe, just maybe the faithful pawns of coercion and violence, censorship and manipulation are not the same participants faithfully believing that an honest political scheme resembling their opinions is going to step up to the plate and bat for them when one never is... but they are the same and we are them and they are us by way of the soul. If these people knew that they were idiots they would have something to hide and never realize it, I thought, but only for that moment. My interactions with such had led my perception to feel truth that was not there. Believing that I know, it turns out, leads to fucked up realities and miscalculated efforts. In return, we learn. In an invigorating discovery of information, the truth shows that those committed to shoving a camera up every ones ass are those with the most to lose. It's all a bit clearer when we understand that we are fighting ourselves. Better things will come from living with truth. From being truth. If it is not truth, it is not us. Only from living in truth will we discover what we are. If one were to live in this world and identify the self with an occupation that the self despises, or provide this self with an unkempt, low frequency temple, if one were to cut itself off from its true nature or extend its energies too far towards fear, then the self is not going to feel solved or together. Its vision will be created from what it feels, it will hear the lowness of what it sees and that dense lack of acceptance will vocalize into the heads of others while its invisible hands build the very confinements it will be screaming for freedom from in the future. If only the self would tune back in to the glorious stream of consciousness offered by the cosmos could it once more truly be whole.

My eyes pop open to the first perspective from which my body had been left behind. Fuckin' A man, life is a trip nested in trips and here we are, shoveling through truth like a world of mad hatters looking for something more specific. Love yourselves, cherish your temples and be truth.