Deranged, I walk alone through the
shadowforest of my thoughts, submerged in the
debris of my conciousness. Damn tired of
everyday warfare - the price for my languid
existence here. I loom forth into the domain of
feathering light, following the ceaseless call,
pushing me towards the life boundaries. The
Source envelopes me, replenishing my energy,
pointing me the way...the source is the way.
Filled by the droning quietude, distorted by
the omnipresent noise, I stand aside from the
systematic cloning, that devoured the ourdays
society. Simulation of life, stimulated by the
mass media becomes the norm for the newborn
creature. Escape the unnatural cycle by the
means of eternal source, by the means of
internal source...
For the thousands years of mankind's
existence various surrogats were constructed to
satiate the hope of the lost. But nothing is so
multilayered, so pure, so omnipresent.
Embraced by the universe I hold the planet in
my hands, revealing the innerthoughts of every
being, communicating via the primordial wire
netting, leading the knowledge between heaven
and earth, falling with the raindrops, that
reflect the worlds, lying beneath my eyes. The
worlds, I will reveal, obsessed by the source,
addicted to the source...
Our universe has travelled extensively,
imbibing the forms of life, exploited by the
void, forms I could be now... The recurring
birth procreated enormous quantity of galaxies,
still filled with silence. Is our race would be
the newcomers, the discoverers ? Apparently
not. We have to surpass the irreversible
changes to observe the real state of the
things. Current population is ready for nothing
- not much of us will survive the forthcoming
transcendent spasm of evolution. A clot of
energy, produced by the need of cosmos is the
optimal form for such an exploration. Floating
like medusa to find new epistemology, driven by
the source, becoming the source itself. Not
repeating fate of the fallen gods, as it
becomes today with some of us, those who
cognized an epistemological despondency.
The concept of mankind's existence is
changing with every epoch, every mass-mind
philosopher, but remains the same for
milleniums of slavestate. Stagnation of minds
is a bliss for the ruling class, no matter if
we are talking about political governments or
religious posse. Open minded creators are dying
faster, just before they would find the way to
transmit the knowledge to the people, not
misrepresenting it. No difference what sphere
of human life it relates. There is only one
thing we should do - remove the boundaries,
constructed by the present life itself. The
curse has to be broken, we have to find the
missing link, to bathe in the source, to feed
the source by our emotions, creativity and
feelings. This works good for one, but much
harder for the masses. The imperative of
misunderstanding walks us off to the dead end
of silent desolation. An annihilation of
culture, sponsored by multinational
corporations is controlling all spheres of
social life. But victims will rise and dance on
the grave of industrial breakdown. The grey
machine of modern society is wasting the ocean
of true feelings, consuming the mental energy
of blind babies, working for their own flesh,
the flesh of the machine.
Irrational splash of nutritious biomass has
delivered the human beings, that are not
suitable for living there. They are harbingers
of changes, deportees of a new race. Those are
the true beholders of apocalyptic visions,
awaiting us on this way of desolation and
despair. Salvation is imminent, I wouldn't sink
into oblivion without a sound. I will propagate
the seeds of wisdom, transmitted from inward,
trying to overcome the deceiptive reality.
And I cry in silence, I cry within the
determinative noise of transgression. How could
I come here? What is my time? How long it will
last? Stop questioning, the answer is written
in heaven, our future is painted in the skies.
The source beholds all knowledge, and yet our
cocoons are nothing in the omnipresent stream.
The primordial contact is possible, this is
what we are doing here - transforming the
energy from one state to another, combining the
outpouring streams, delivering the perceivement
to each other. It is pure. The purest state of
the demoscene is free, till no mass society
involved, no money - the equivalent of envy,
greed and gluttony. The corners of purity still
remain on the underground hi-tech front and
amongst lo-tech survivors. There is still much
to recieve from those, who got the source,
their own understanding of existence, the
feeling of eternal stream.
Exodus is near. I feel the emanations of
cosmos. Touching the eternity, we construct the
future of our own heaven, the cycle just
repeats, the world keeps turning. Placed inside
the comfortable container we forgot the
preliminary principles of existence - evolution
stops, when development ends and degradation
reigns. Thats just happend with the spiritual
stature of the humanity. The crisis is
outraging, recurring the comatose animals with
fake beliefs, promoted by TV. The cure is
inward and I am always there. Continue the
construction of the universe, exploration of
the microcosm, perceivement of the
transcendental knowledge. The source feeds me,
envelopes and protects from the ignorance of
the outerworld. This is my home, this is my
place to be, this is my shrine. Keep it clean,
keep it pure, let the source spring there, let
the flowering emissions hit the chaotic
psyche...
embrace
omnipresent
the way
eternal
internal
obsessed
addicted
driven
feed
knowledge
universe
evolution
existence
understanding
envelopes
springs
cycle
epistemology
emotions
feelings
heaven
exodus
shrine
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