walkthroughthelookinglass

[walkthroughthelookinglass]

Try to paint the world the way you envision it they say are the main principles of hermetic practice. Trying to remember that I was brought here from where time follows a different pattern progress. Oh no. Ive been outed. But so have you. To open your eyes is to see the truth of this fallen world.

When power gets too be too much it ruins all.

It has been seen time and time again.

I should have kept my dreams to myself but I did not. In my youthful naivety I shared with this elitist specimen, who would go around to describe me along with his school teacher a “social deviant”. Trying to crack the code of “whyyyyyy is sHe LiKE tHaT!??” It takes time. And usually alot of pain and criticism. But to follow orders is what we do.

In the dream I was a nun-missionary. And it was in the future. Somewhere in a parallel reality. They had this covert camps where they were running experiments- it was what the Nazis did. As if in a alternate reality. Everyone was a product of eugenics. I was also. But I wasn’t full of hatred like those children being tortured, void of a soul. Raised to be killing machines. There hearts were black, and there eyes were empty yet full of rage. In the dream I just cried asking Jesus Christ what have they done. But they follow orders. Death & destruction. The light and the love, the warmth of humanity was gone.

That is also known as conditioning. Those children were ripped from any parents (the ability to bond) complete science experiments. Then put under extreme psychology fragmentation in various ways. It looked like a farm where they harvest beef. All dressed in black.

[walkthroughthelookinglass]

Men remain the same. Optimistic in their sadism.

As they each compete to be the greater intellectual, reminding you their counterpart to be meek, dumb and quiet. Seen and not heard.

[walkthroughthelookinglass]

When the zeist in my soul that has been enchambered for thousands of years, has finally found refuge in a sentient body.

To feel.

To breathe.

To have and manifest carnal desires.

What a fall when our many eyes see that people are the same. It is a flex to move forward and to wish better and to have to follow rules when you want it all for them all NOW.

Then the desire withers... like a moth to a flame you watch them all. They are just victims of themselves.

And then you continue on.

Collecting.

#travel #fantasy #poetry

[walkthroughthelookinglass]

Who wouldn’t be disgusted with the history of this country? Also a proud of it’s disillusioned soldiers and heroes. But the disgust outweighs any dreams that you chase, and keep chasing because they are only ghosts. When you realize that you live in a world of absolution, where the have manys look at you as an insect. You will bleed, sweat, cry,

Even curse the sky ,that blessed you ,out of pure frustration and agony... where does the middle ground lie? When you finally realize that it was not all in your head? You knew it all along. They tried to put labels

On you. Call you an idiot. Drug you with their western medicines. To make the veil thicker, and make try to persuade you in your own territory! How dare they. Cursed are they.

- And the sky continues to rain and pour its love on my fire. A rage that flickers and dances. Sometimes it is mesmerizing. Other times it bestows it power upon all that comes near it, always reminding me of the wound that I carry.

#poetry #the body keeps the score #generationalmemories