that which comes creeping into the night
that which comes creeping into the night
yes.
celebrate everything. how wonderful it is for everything to be balanced between all duality of all aspects of things in creation as it was is will be. or not.
this is what the clown feels though he cannot support it with rationalogic reasoning as the others of that bent demand. science is progress. progress in destroying the earth. rationalogic has no feeling, just precise orderly calculations that need to add up to specific detailed conclusions only few understand and keeping that knowledge among themselves and those of you deemed worthy enough to learn it from the masters.
this as it always has been among you.
the clown feels everyone so sad around him. the thin smiles barely more than a grimace of pain felt deep underneath. broken heart. twisted gut. he doesn't know what to do but try to radiate peace, love, and understanding to anyone he might encounter.
everyone is oppressed and oppressing, yes? oppressed by those above, oppressing those beneath in this pyramid structured society.
and the police killing all people of color according to the zionist/nazi illuminati reptilian alien overlord master plans for the various peoples of the earth together with their useful idiots at large among us leading the way.
so it comes and goes, like waves on a sea. like waves of light throughout our universe everything connected reflecting in a metaphorical maze of mirrors. 5:55 - party minute.
everything for the hell of it. we take the chance with our whole world at stake - even the earth. wiped out, no more. extinct. all for the chance of reaching heaven. what fools we are being taken for by the high and mighty who gamble our probable chances of survival.
but we have our own magick up our own sleeves. it's not as powerful as theirs but doesn't need to be for reasons that should be obvious to the patient reader, eh?
hahaha.
such a wonderful joke will be played on the jokers, if at all. we see no use of any joke to begin with, but we are not the ones to begin everything. of course the others claim the same.
but life is a joke to many, including many among ourselves. a joke on ourselves by ourselves. the solipsist dilemma.
we create reality but are locked against one another about what kinda reality we want to have opposed to what reality others want to have. and it turns into this mess of good and evil and such like. wave your burning flags up on the hill. fight the war that can never be won. who is willing to give it up? any? none?
±0 saves the day. it is not itself nor other nor anything else we please to amuse ourselves with. it cannot be proven to exist. why would anyone want to?
there is no use for it, except to imagine it saving the day.
how you suppose that could ever occur? magick? yes/no/maybe? here's a toast to magick.
and one thing you should never do is to perform other people's magick. be forewarned. make it all up for yourself to do what you want it to, not what someone else wants it to do; which you can never be sure exactly what that is. can you?
what more do you want?
to be continued...