Friday, April 3, 2020
Under the suffocating influences of Western culture, most of the peoples of the world are as dead as the concept of death can get. Yet those same peoples fear the transition into a state that they already exist.
Some want death, but the anxiety of the unknown is a cause of much concern for them, causing them to waver between what they want and that which they fear. You feel trapped within a question mark that has no rational form when you hear a sound that you do not at once recognize.
The beating of your heart in the stillness of the night becomes a vivid awareness of how fragile life is. If you are lying in bed, fear causes you to get up, when only moments before you thought of the serenity and tranquility of transitioning into forever during sleep.
With a lack of enthusiasm, you take your medications because you want to live with as little suffering, hospital and doctor bills as possible. You think of the people whom you knew who have transitioned beyond your realm of consciousness, and you think of how death is only one step from the last.
Nothing mystical or magical has happened to them as they have merely continued a journey having many layers of consciousness.
I knew someone who would cry while telling me that they did not want to die. The fear of death became of no value as sickness and the loss of people they knew, one by one, made the continuance of life undesirable to them.
How can you grieve the end of someone's suffering? How can you mourn for someone who has taken the next step on their journey? The fear of death is useless anxiety because the living is as dead as death can get, thinking that they are alive when they are not.
The Western culture has produced a world populated by the animated dead. Fabricating people that are stimulation in motion, that laughs, that sings, that dance, that talk, that go to work, that breathe, all the while producing nothing that infinity can account for as being anything of significance.
The Anxiety of the Unknown is as natural as using the toilet and cannot be flushed away by denial and dreaming. So, I comfort myself by making peace with that which is impossible to know until I take that next step and walk into it.
Thursday, March 26, 2020
HIV has not gone away. This virus is still very much alive and is just as deadly. According to descovyhcp.com, "An estimated 40,000 new infections will be diagnosed this year in the United States (US)2.
Approximately 1.1 million individuals are at risk of sexually acquired HIV." You can view the entire article at descovyhcp.
According to unaids.org, "In 2018, around 770 000 [570 000–1.1 million] people died from AIDS-related illnesses worldwide, compared to 1.7 million [1.3 million–2.4 million] in 2004 and 1.2 million [860 000–1.6 million] in 2010." Young women aged 15–24 years are twice as likely to be living with HIV than men" also, tuberculosis remains the leading cause of death among people living with HIV, accounting for around one in three AIDS-related deaths. You can read the entire report at unaids.org.
So, what do these statistics mean to me, and what do they mean to you? These statistics show a life destroyer is still lurking and will take advantage of our lack of discretion. The psychological effects of living with HIV can cause a person to lose interest in life and compassion for others. Despite the use of antiretroviral therapy living with HIV can give you a feeling of helplessness. You want so much to say something to her, you want so much to say something to him, but your illness prevents it.
HIV has not gone away. It still kills. Only, quietly now like so many other diseases moved from the media spotlight. Protect yourself and others. Respect yourself and others. Be mindful that you are the world, and all its peoples are within you, so love them by not deliberately harming them.
How sick do some elements want to be? When they see a black panther before their eyes, nevertheless, they willfully perceive it as being a white pig. To what extent are some willing to lie to themselves? Their vision of the Universe is only a product of their mind. Their reality is only an illusion that they have erroneously produced which gives them a false sense of superiority over human beings.
How sick do some elements want to be? Why should human beings care if the counterfeits of the natural choice are to live in a lie? A torrent of lies that they have created, which are systematically falling apart at the seams, and there is nothing that they can do to prevent it from colliding with facts and reality.
Genetic anomalies have brought nothing but conflicts and sorrows to the Earth and all it’s many life forms. Not being satisfied with ruining the Earth, they reach for the Stars to spoil them as well. Biological deviants have transformed the Earth into a cemetery populated by the animated dead because there is no transcendent life within them, so they want to kill human beings who do have life within themselves.
I saw the diadem of perfectly harmonious impeccable order atop Dark Radiance head with the points of departures and the points of beginnings being the foundations for her feet. The pneuma emanating from Flawless Brilliance's golden-brown eyes melted away the light into a bountiful blackness that shines brighter than the mortal mind can conceive.
How sick do some human beings want to be as they happily wallow within the warped paradigm of the unnatural that would be extinct at this point had they not broken out of their ice cage and attached themselves to human beings?
Why have human beings allowed their honor and self-respect to be taken away from them by beasts? Why does a human being look up to a quirk of nature to give them what genetic flukes have strategically taken away from them? Why does a human being covet praise from biological degenerates that have no concept of what true praise is?
Even more, why does a human being find acceptance in the smile on a bastard of nature face that is tactfully concealing the contempt, scorn, and laughter that they have for them? With human beings, all the while inwardly knowing that a lie disguises itself in many forms, and then discreetly presented to them as if it is the truth.
You can never be yourself while disguising yourself to be like someone else. You have placed your unique nature at the disposal of someone else's discretion. You have willingly made an inconsequential issue and an insignificant joke of yourself before the eyes of the peoples of the world.
So, how sick do you want to be, human being? When will you stand firm and deliver yourself from yourself? Only you can do this for yourself by renewing one contaminated brain cell at a time until the clarity of your thinking of yourself, becomes a reality of your creation, and not the distorted persona of you contrived by a sub-human being.
I saw the apex of love and joy on "Dynamic’s" head having the steadfastness of the Queen of the harmonious universe supporting his feet. The pneuma emanating from "Dark Vigorous" dazzling brown eyes merged with "Unimaginable Softness's" unsoiled blackness instantly transforming the voluntary dead into self-thinking, innovating, self-motivating, fast-moving energies of boundless light-filled clarity.
The authentic is the song of her voice which the Universe in which we inhabit is only a phantasm. A human being that has not diluted themselves wholeheartedly within the psychopathology of the masqueraders is living within the musical resonance of perfect blackness and therefore is authentic by nature.
In Dark Resonance, there is every reason to feel lifted and exalted beyond the eternal spheres, because the eternal realms are transparent within, and glimmering from impeccable blackness soft buoyant brown eyes.
Monday, February 17, 2020
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Friday, September 28, 2018
How much is being physically and mentally healthy and feeling good about yourself worth to you? Do you measure your wellbeing and peace of mind in monetary values? If you do, so well for you as everyone must find their own path in this portal called life.
The path of life that I try to travel is to embrace. I have chosen to embrace minding my own business. I have determined to curtail negative thoughts about myself and about others as soon as they materialize and not allowing them the fester and take root.
For many years I felt that I would not live to be thirty years of age. I have done so, and what does it mean? Would it not have been better if I had never been born than to live for a moment, grow old and ugly, and then die?
Several times during my life death has approached me and turned to the side. Is it possible that even death does not consider me as being worthy of it? As death does not have the same cares and concerns as the living, I do not believe that worthiness is the reason why it has shunned me thus far.
How much is feeling good about yourself worth? Is it worth doing harm to other people, harming other life forms, or devastating the environment in which we live? I took her by the hand and kissed it tenderly at which she warmly smiled at me. So, what is to be made of her response? Perchance romance will be the byproduct of her reaction to my kiss.
The wind has blown, and the storm will come. Suddenly in a clear azure-sky particle matter will be consumed at the speed of thought, and that which exists will no longer be.
How much is your feeling of wholesomeness worth? The melancholy has dejected the downcast, and the wretched has a smile on his or her face. And none of these temperaments are well suited for those of us that have decided to own positive personality traits.
My thoughts and desires are of her, yet I cannot find her. I have looked over here, and I have looked over there, but she is still but a dream to me. What does it take to help you to feel whole and complete? Is it this, or is it that?
The shadows have engulfed me. I am not young anymore. My thoughts are not for me but of my younger ones that are coming behind me. What can, and should I do for them? I have wasted my life on my life. Is this what I should tell them?
I will keep my mouth closed as I am the least of all to be giving anyone a suggestion. Paradise cannot find a more perfect place to exist other than within the confines of her dark complexion. Within those other dimensions of here and beyond, I hold her very close and very tenderly.