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Hear me esteem one

 

Hear me esteem one

Hear me and deliver the fond ones from the self-imposed clutches of a demented mind

Deliver their heads so that they may liberate themselves from themselves

The fond ones are floundering in paleness

Allowing themselves to become entangled within the mutation’s tentacles

Riding every whim of the absurd

Fascinated by the propaganda of the imposter

Scrabbling to be everything but themselves

The pretenders have created an illusion

The real has been camouflaged by their deceptions

The mirage has become a facet of everyday life

Nurse the heads of the fond ones so that they may mend themselves

Restore to health those who covet death

Heed my prayer esteem one and do this for your children

Curse those who look upon themselves

Reveal the obscenity as a profanity

Scourge the pallor with a deserved faintness

Instability in oneself has damaged the fond ones exceedingly

The entire cosmos is now clumsy and awkward

Mindsets away from its original form

Because of the fond one’s lust for the reprehensible

And are so willing to immerse themselves within pale idiocy

Listen to me esteem one

Pay attention to my prayer

And rescue your children from themselves

 

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The Subhuman Elements

 Over two hundred years of indoctrination has created a subhuman element that accepts everything fed into it without question. These types of individuals do not have the ideological mechanism to perform basic critical thinking skills. They live by reacting rather than thinking.

These subhuman elements are quick to hurt and speedy to kill because they are void of human nature and have no desire to improve their spiritual, social, and intellectual condition. These subhuman elements look and sound like me because I am the product of my culture, just as they are.

We all must heighten our sense of self, placing no one above us and feeling that no one is beneath us. By brute force, bestiality unshackles themselves from animalistic thinking and behavior and enhances in value and quality their level of existence.

The weak of mind will continue to be a ludicrous figure having a brittle foundation that is easily cracked, broken, and snapped apart. They will continue to hate themselves and everyone who looks like them. They will continue to be an obscene wound debasing the earth irreverent to nature.

My love for the subhuman is strong. Strong enough to be depressed by what I see. Strong enough to strive to make myself better, moving beyond the surface material of my brain into the clarity of personal maturity. Two hundred years of indoctrination shattered by correctness. Two hundred years of indoctrination overthrown by an inventive mind.

Stop hurting and killing one another and engage in innovativeness and intellectual ingenuity. The first will be the foremost again as the subhuman is destroyed and becomes a living being.

Grow Up

Hurting and killing one another, walking around with your butt hanging out, frowning your face when looking at one another, writing and promoting demeaning and self-hating musical lyrics, grow up! Allowing oneself to be so brainwashed and whitewashed is a disgrace. Be the best that you can be, not the worst. Strive to obtain the highest mind, not the lowest one. Invent and create, not disrespect, and destroy. You have it in you if you allow it to come out, so do it! You know who I am speaking to, young black men, or however you define yourself. Grow up and stop hurting and killing one another! Be united and strong as an individual and as a community, then go out and conquer the world. 

The Anxiety of the Unknown

The fear of death is useless anxiety but can be understood if placed in the context of the fear of the unknown. Life is the only experience the so-called living knows, and death is as unfamiliar as living without aging. Death may well be a much more rewarding experience than life, but there are very few people who want to find out.

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.

Alive and Deadly

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.

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Willful Sickness

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.

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What I Am Told

What I am told. But what I am told is built on a canvas of lies. So, what should I believe when my belief is shaped by what I am told? What I am told, and I say that that is so even when what I am told is not possible for me to know. Believing in the scarcely credible is giving yourself false confidence, and the unlikely to be true is what I am told that I should know. I open my heart and empty my mind so that what cannot be verified I can accept without the handicap of a questioning mind. What I am told is what I do not need to know if it is not realistic, or does not make sense, and is not uplifting and enlightening. So, what am I to believe when what I am told is designed to make a fool of me? Empty is the head that has a mind that refuses to think for itself. Where any and everything can be dumped into a hallow shell and find comfort within it. It is not about the truth; it is about what I am told; which, is its own unreal reality. What I am told goes into one nostril and comes out of my behind. Yet what I am told is the foundation of my beliefs. A fantasy foundation that crumbles under scrutiny and falls apart in the slightest breeze. What I am told is impossible to know without having the faith to believe that it is so, and faith without knowledge is like a shadow that appears without any light to produce it. So, what I am told I believe by faith without proof or knowledge. I feel the warmth of life when I am in her arms. She is strong. She is beautiful. I do not need faith to know what I know about her. What I am told has nothing to do with her because I know that she is the woman for me. The empty head is filled by her presence, and all my questions are answered by her touch. I know this without being told when I look into the smile for me that is in her eyes. What I am not being told, I know for sure. That her dark brown skin makes my dark brown skin tingle. That yes and no means yes and no. That the reality of she and I are the reality of nature as it is meant to be. What I am told is that I should live in an illusionary world of shadows and that I should make this fantasy my reality. What I am told is that I should adjust my life to conform to someone else's standards and not even try to create quality standards of my own. This is what I am told, and to what I am told, I say no. But what am I except a breath away from death? That my thoughts and feelings are like falling leaves that have no place to rest. One moment is all moments, this I know to be so without being told as I hear and feel the fragility of my heart beating. My path is defined by her outstretched hands beckoning me to her. In my mind, I have no mind that is apart from hers. That which I tell myself is all that I need to know about her, and what I know is good for me. Darkness is the path to perfect blackness, and perfect blackness is the cosmos singing in harmony. I live. I die. I die. I live. As one is the same as the other. And so I kiss her hands, and I kiss her feet because what I am told cannot compare to this.

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How Much Of What?

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.

How much?

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Just To Have Someone To Talk With

Just to have someone to talk with. One of the first steps towards healing is the knowledge that you are not alone. I know that this sounds like a cliché, and it is, but in many cases, it works. Especially if you and whomsoever have the same empathy. In my case, for example, I know that there are millions of people infected with the virus that I am infected with. Does this knowledge help me to sleep restfully? No, it does not. Does the awareness of millions of lives in turbulence cause me to feel better about my condition? No. Being jostled on every side by the crush of the millions and at the same time feeling all alone is not a definition of completeness. Who will talk to me because I become even more depressed when I talk to myself. Do the annoying little flying bugs that land upon me and bite me understand anything at all about me? Can these bugs appreciate how much they torment me? Do they have empathy for the uncomfortable predicament that they place me in? I joined a group of people, but I am not of this group of people because I do nothing within this group of people. My mind is with them, but my behavior is absent-minded. I signed up to be a member of this group of people and then promptly faded away into the murky recess of my self-assigned cubbyhole. The silent cannot be heard, and the mute cannot be applauded. Participate, become interactive, throw your thoughts out to be considered. No one is asking you of anything except yourself. Your involvement is important. Your input may be the incentive that changes a person’s life. She looked at me, and I looked back at her. Now what? Let no one be able to say that a Duck-billed platypus has outdone me. I will be an active participant in this group because I joined this group of people of my own volition. Now, what group of people am I referring to? Those enchanting group of people of the Bestowing Life family (Hiveaid.org and Hiveaids.net), and those adorable people that want to understand their night dreams by sharing them with one another at DreamMeta.life of course. Just to have someone to talk with. The purpose of these websites is to allow people to bond and communicate. Use them and enjoy them.

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Thriving with HIV and AIDS The most important facet of living with HIV and AIDS is the infected person's uttermost consideration of others. Resentment, self-pity, and denial are very negative side effects that an HIV and AIDS positive person must contend with and overcome for themselves and for the health and safety of the people that they encounter. This is most true for the HIV and AIDS positive person who is not showing any obvious ill effects from this biological agent that is unleashed upon us by certain elements within the United States and casually referred to as being a disease. We that are HIV and AIDS positive must always be mindful that we are the carrier of an infectious virus transmitted by sexual interaction. Homosexual males are still the major delivery system that spreads HIV and AIDS throughout the populous and therefore we as social and compassionate organisms obliterate the mindset of homosexuality from the consciousness of all human beings. Certain illegal drug use also remains high on the delivery mechanisms for the transmission of the HIV and AIDS biological agent. Given that there are certain groups that can make money off another’s misfortunes there will never be a cure for HIV and AIDS and many other diseases claimed to have no cure yet. So, it’s up to the HIV and AIDS positive person to diligently practice total and complete containment of the virus within themselves and behave with the level best sensitivity towards others. We are personally and collectively at war with malicious and selfish elements that look upon us as being no more than dust bunnies and a grid line on their financial reports. We must stand up for ourselves and take the powers that be down and give back to them ten thousand-fold what they have been vulgarly giving to us. We do this by covering one another’s backs and not spreading contaminants willingly. We do this by accepting that certain lifestyles and behaviors are contrary to the survival of our species and that we should not promote nor participate in them. They that hate and despise us use sports, who did or said what, fake news, conflicts creation, and whatever other means they have at their disposal to entertain and distract us from what is going on around us and from what is being systematically and strategically done to us by them. It is all a game to those that view what is to them the “below the grade” and the loathsome butt of their jokes which all too many of us swan drive merrily into. We are systematically being poisoned, sterilized, dumb down to the skull bone, having our individuality liquidated by inbreeding, transformed into faggots and lesbians, and we love it, we simply adore it because we go to those that are wittingly or unwittingly engaged in our demolition for answers and help. We amuse ourselves with their carefully crafted entertainments and make what’s important to them important to us. So be it, the dead will die, and the living will become three times dead. The Vagabond is in control of the world and the world adheres to its every word to its ultimate destruction. We that are HIV and AIDS positive must be healthy in the mind not only for ourselves but for others as well. We have been genetically reconfigured into a person that is not normal as human normality goes, but that is no cause to feel inferior, belligerent, or resentful towards anyone. Today we are here, and today we are gone, and that is true for every single one of us that are born into this world. Today I will smile at someone and today I will keep that which I have that is unbecoming in attitude and behavior and physically harmful towards others to myself. Today I will not be sad even as my condition creates a psychology of perpetual personal sadness and robs me of being a free spirit in the clean wholesome activity of panty pursues. This is the nature that the beast has given me, and I must live with it and overcome it because the final victory is not to the strong and neither is it to the weak but to those that remain standing tall when they have been ordered to fall.

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