obstreperousubiquity

Some think that the entirety of creation is merely their own dream. Until you achieve equivalence of form with the creator and have him in your heart, this is only partially true. I could fathom all tongues, receive all gifts, love all people perfectly. But which of these three comes first? There is no glory in knowing all things if you cannot feel as strongly as God does. Where is your love, the bittersweet beating of the shepherd's heart?

Good morning america, it has dawned on me that some steps taken back we can catch a solid view of what the future holds. Retrace where we have come from to see where we will go, that's the pattern of time: it echoes in patterns. And today we are elated at how far we came, and yet are fully aware that we are spiraling out of control. Riots will become commonplace, these petty and peaceful protests in the civilized world will devolve as soon as the integrity of our government is shaken. There is nowhere else to hide, and anarchy is a nightmarish ghoul trailing our ostensible progress. Hide and seek, the ghosts of wealth inhabit every ruin, and our estate is no exception to this rule. If you want to curse someone, boast of their greatness and call them a winner, that means they have reached their peak and have nowhere to go but down. If you want to bless someone, call them a loser, by the same token. We are thriving in ruin, in the space between and above any societal definition of

What is the limit of physical pain I could feel in this body? There are people who feel no pain, who need no food, whose joy is completely detached and adamant. Nothing on this earth has any value to me. Animals feel acutely that which is physical, they are only dust. The feeling of life leaving is what pain is, the process of death. How could we bear it? The dying agony of any creature is dangerous and spiritually potent. There is something there beside what we can see. Something immense and enormous. What sort of torture is my worst nightmare? There is so much that makes me wince, seeing images of chaos in disaster, buildings burning and people trapped inside, fire singeing the flesh, people harming each other, small animals being hurt. This must make us wince if we have any soul, any connection to life. But does the eternal person, the prophet have a cold disregard for this? I know he does not, view merely the pain of the ultimate sacrifice to prove otherwise! Christ sweat blood. J

Can't breathe without music. I need to bleed, need to free this pent up agony that haunts my bones. It seems the world is descending into apery again, we follow the cycles of years, the sad tear horizon of withered dreams, trees full of yearnings, the cries of the unborn and the dead seem to form a tidal wave against us, boiling waves are to come. Ahead I see violence, who will cause it? Invasion, that which we held to be unbreakable will be broken. The stage is being set for the lawless. I muse in my own head about the winds of time, they blow smoke toward us, the smell of it is beautiful, creative destruction reigns. Screams and groans of hindu monks. Can you feel the earth shaking? The Mayan prophecy was maybe. There are so many other records pointing to the fact that NOW is the turn of an age. Search and find it in any higher esotericism. Look at the stars. Ophiuchus is the chained serpent of revelation, being released here soon. We will be bent and ruined, and from that will