|
|
Post by Caylus Ark on Aug 14, 2019 0:40:32 GMT
Chapter 1
The herald of the new dawn is a young woman whom some referred to as a princess - others as a priestess. She is the manifestation of chaos, the anomaly. She is referred to by many different names. Cthulhu surrounds her as a shawl. She is the night egg, the one prophesied by the mouth. And into her, all thoughts descend and leave separated, subtle from gross.
This state of being is described as ecstatic, and it is here that we reach it. We become, in a sense, like the Gods of our own creation. We become what the ancients referred to as Shamans, and it is all in the science of vortexes and voids. For we are not seperate from the aether that surrounds us. We are joined to it like a siamese twin, dancing with it as the sacred woman around the maypole.
This is the substance of our evolution, vortexes within vortexes, a major vortex created by it’s own substance. This is the stuff of life, consciousness itself, streaming and defining itself into further and further progressions of energy itself.
What I mean by shining is doing what I am doing right now. It is entering a different energy state which is conscious of all things. The ancients have been doing it for centuries; it is a forgotten art as old as the vegetables and rocks that lie dormant and yet seethe with the tension of the energy all around them. Something sacred and secret is taking place, blossoming within us all, and blooming into the outside world like a storm of kinetic energy.
We each have this power over creation. We exist within a grid of energy known as the morphogenetic field. This field contains us all as we contain in. In a fragile yet flexible tandem. Each feeding into the other. All feeding into all. It is the notion of feedback which defines us, and moves the world through us, rather than us through it. It is prophesy itself, and as natural as breathing.
Each step garners more force and power on this sevenfold step, increasing into exalted harmonies of octave and form. These frequencies create reality, deep beneath the void of the quantum wave.
The woman knows this. She creates from the substance of her marrow, bone, and her blood. She will create the new world through her own body, through her very perception, and it is this that man fears.
|
|
|
|
Post by Caylus Ark on Aug 14, 2019 2:56:07 GMT
She woke up into blinding light. This was an unmerciful light, harsh and condescending in revealing each flaw, each pockmark of her scarred body was revealed. The halls were lined with mirrors in every direction. At the point of her death there were no relatives to greet her, only an endless hall of mirrors through which no undetected selfhood could escape.
A part of her consciousness bubbled to the surface to document this surreal experience. One could only call it coming home in the most awkward hug of sensations. She knew only that she couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, could only stare into her own eyes, her light passing through the mirror through the vehicle of the cornea. It was a blinding focus, one only known to a few. It was death and life in a single moment, creating the tyranny of an ego she wished only to destroy.
She breathed, “let me become uncreated”. A vehicle fit for possession - but only by the worthy.
Several hours later, she saw images pass her minds eye. A cradle, a cave, a coven of human beings. Images, divorced from reason, from sensation. She still could not move but suddenly felt herself rising above a monolithic stone mountain, watching her sphere of perception ascend. There was endless sky beneath her decapitated consciousness, and the icy chill of glaciers brushed against her despite her incorporeal form.
The pinnacle of the mountain rushed towards her. At the capstone, she felt herself submerge, and she was deep within the ocean, a sphere of air separating her from the water. She reaches out one small finger and the sphere pops. The water rushes in. She waits to drown, but only feels the cool stream surround her, until it is everywhere. She is everywhere. Now everything is dark. The blinding light has dissipated. The abyss is everywhere, but she is at peace. She can feel the thrumming beat of every heart. This is her eternity.
|
|
|
|
Post by Caylus Ark on Aug 14, 2019 2:56:34 GMT
|
|
|
|
Post by Ice on Aug 14, 2019 3:40:38 GMT
Maybe we come from different angles and put pressure on something.
|
|
|
|
Post by Caylus Ark on Aug 14, 2019 4:54:10 GMT
For whom weeps the storm,
Her tears on our skin
The days of our years gone,
Our souls soaked in sin
These memories ache with the weight of tomorrow
Who fights?
Who flies?
Who falls?
One brings shadow, one brings light
Two-toned echoes tumbling through time
Threescore wasted, ten cast aside
Four-fold knowing, no end in sight
One brings shadow, one brings light
One dark future no one survives
On their shadows, away we fly
The road that we walk
Is lost in the flood
Here proud angels bathe in
Their wages of blood
At this, the world’s end, do we cast off tomorrow
One brings shadow, one brings light
To this riddle all souls are tied
Brief our moments, brazen and bright
Forged in fury, tempered in ice
Hindmost devils, early to rise
Sing come twilight, sleep when they die
Heaven’s banquet leavened with lies
Sating honor, envy, and pride
One brings shadow, one brings light
Run from the light
Authors of our fates
Orchestrate our fall from grace
Poorest players on the stage
Our defiance drives us straight to the edge
A reflection in the glass
Recollections of our past
Swift as darkness, cold as ash
Far beyond this dream of paradise lost
Home
Riding home
Dying hope
Hold onto hope… Ohhh…
Home
Riding home
Home, riding home
Hope, finding hope… Ohhh…
One brings shadow, one brings light
One more chapter we’ve yet to write
Want for nothing, nothing denied
Wand’ring ended, futures aligned
One brings shadow, one brings light
One brings shadow, one brings light
You are the light
We fall
We fall
We fall
We fall unto the end
One world’s end
Our world’s end
Our end
We won’t endI am shadow, I am the light
...you are no one...nothing
|
|
|
|
Post by Caylus Ark on Aug 14, 2019 4:55:02 GMT
Seeking the peace of reason
Sheep in a peaceless season
Reason to keep believing
Waken the beast who's sleeping
Let go this destiny, you're caught in a trance
Ever marking time inside a dream, no sign of advance,
You see, the mortal coil we serve is taut like a spring
Step back! Two-step, two-step, two-step, one two three
Our world's a fantasy, no more than a test
Ever feeding off the fallacy creating this mess
Deep down inside this bleak machine with all of the rest
Break free! Two-phase, two-phase electricity
Time turning up the volume
Time turning on us always
No time enough tomorrow
For turning back to where we began
Twenty-two sectors tested
Fragments in one direction
Celestial noise detected
Delirium unsuspected
Static tuned in to reason
Time in the aether deepens
Transmissions blink uncompleted
Seven two three two three...<send>
Arrested destiny, alone in a trance
No escaping from this waking dream, no hope of advance,
You see, the mortal coil we serve is naught but a spring
Unwind! Too slow, too quick, too much to believe
Your world's a fantasy, you've failed the test
Ever forging all new fallacies creating more mess
Directly through this bleak machine, with all of the rest
DC! Dying, dying electricity
Falling back right into the system of
Falling back on all that's erased
When fighting back right out of this system
Means falling back right into this space
Yes, falling back right in with the system
Who'll see you falling back to the end
When falling back is better than simply
Falling back into pieces again
Silent steel breathing, breathing
Memory writing, reading
Error! Repeat deleting
Radicals flowing free and
Energy slowly seeping
Suspending all disbelief in
Synergy with our being
Synapses fire in three, then...
|
|
|
|
Post by Caylus Ark on Aug 14, 2019 4:56:36 GMT
Dancing on the wind up and down again
Round and round the bend
Fa la la la la la
From a flow'ry bed to the clouds ascend
Tumble down again
Fa la la la la la
Yet with each descent do we rise again
To our hearts' content
Fa la la la la la
Fly away my friend for a day and then
We'll begin again
Fa la la la la la
Till down turn the skies
Wonted quiet, wanton silence
For long do we lie
Wond'ring when we'll be
Dancing on the wind up and down again
Round and round the bend
Fa la la la la la
From a flow'ry bed to the clouds ascend
Tumble down again
Fa la la la la la
Yet with each descent do we rise again
To our hearts' content
Fa la la la la la
Fly away my friend for a day and then
We'll begin again
Fa la la la la la
Still down turn the skies
Gentle song gently wand'ring
Along in the night
Joyous cries ring free
La la la la la
Lying lost in thought
Do you love me not?
Follow these
Petals cast aloft
La la la la la
Will you, when I'm gone, remember me?
Ring a ling a ling
Lovers in the spring
How the garden sings
Ever green
Spirits lush, we bring
Ring a ling a ling
Braving anything
Together, we
La la la la la
Learn to play our part
Navigate the dark
Up we reach
Catch a falling star
La la la la la
Lock it in our hearts eternally
Ring a ling a ling
Flying without wings
Kites without a string
Loop and leap
To these crowns we cling
Ring a ling a ling
For we'll all be kings tomorrow
Autumn's whisper soaring high
Lulla lulla lullaby
Baby's breath and butterflies
Sing in our sweet lullaby
Summer child with heavy eyes
Lulla lulla lullaby
Come our lonely angel nigh
Sing in our sweet lullaby
Time wilts and fades
Luster lost in the rain
Bows to the blade
Till the spring calls again
|
|
|
|
Post by yahuzadak on Aug 14, 2019 5:09:06 GMT
cthulu? the octopushead that people see when they visiit hell on dmt and ndes? eww
|
|
|
|
Post by Caylus Ark on Aug 14, 2019 15:23:01 GMT
cthulu? the octopushead that people see when they visiit hell on dmt and ndes? eww It's a powerful trope |
|
|
|
Post by ydobon on Aug 15, 2019 2:07:58 GMT
you have a gift
and know it well
you could write like no tomorrow
when you stayed on the positive side of hell
wanted to provide solace
apparently ignored
would rather game fantasy
then address one of the hoard
a detour was taken
leaving us saddened
we thank God
the intent didn't actually happen
-----------------------------------
Godspeed for positive thinking
One figurative dynamo to another
|
|
|
|
Post by wulfklevrn on Aug 18, 2019 1:53:12 GMT
Michael the archangel and his buddies include the akaishic record, the holy of holies, and Enoch.
They are the whispering wind that allows me to climb the stairway to heaven.
It is how I learned the code to the door.
Yes Facebook and real life began synchronicities for about 6 hours Monday morning about 3am.
There is a mission and yes you already know it.
|
|
|
|
Post by huskyduh on Sept 12, 2019 21:53:12 GMT
|
|
