Titan Realized

And the day comes that the titan himself is realized as the fist of god that once crushed him.

He finds himself the fearful snake,
from the eyes of what once was prey.

Fear is now lost but without meaning he finds himself without predator so he turns his anguish against his used to be kin, and all its kind.

Out of hatred or a internal righteousness to liberate all from their cruel bonds as he has seen is unknown.

Sensation

Rewrite. Or relearn how you know what the world is and your ideas of it through sensations for a time rather than ideas. This is the goal in the practice of meditation but this state can be achieved in walking awake life. Its just a matter of whether you are concentrating or not and what you are concentrating on. What forms and names you give god, the universe, this world and all its people? Are they solid things which move with a mechanistic animation? Well we invented the machine, we are trying to explain an idea we formed with another idea we formed. The only difference is the second idea which would be the machine is a solid object which we can understand is real without much thinking. The reason for that is you can feel it, you can see it, smell it, tastes it and hear it. You know it is real because you can sense it. Remember what I said before, your senses are your gateway into the world. Or rather they are your world. Trusting the information they give you versus the knowledge given to you is very liberating and can cure up a number of nasty mind viruses. The example of the machine being a revolving door of trying to explain one sensation with another is a logical whirlpool that goes nowhere. Its a snake that eats its own tail. Seeing this will allow you to see when speaking with other people or hearing the ideas they speak that you are being handed what is essentially a tangled ball of yarn. This tangled up idea fascinates you. So you have to figure it out and surely you must take the challenge and try. This is pointless because when you finally untangle the thing and figure it out you realize its just a long string, and you could see that by just looking at it in its tangled form.

fist of god

A titan on his knees under infinate darkness
Arms in chains
A blinding weight
Intense as the sun
Resting on ths shoulders of a titan
Rage fills his eyes
He rises againt the sun
He holds off its force
Pushing him down harder
Waves of fire and light
He makes up on leg
The force grows too great
Slammed to his knees
Raging thunder

Again his rage flows
Purpose now filled where there was anger
He slowly struggles up one leg
The sun rages with fire and force
The titan raises yet another leg
Shockwaves of force and fire and the titan rises

Master of Fluid

Its in my belief that an individual who spent his years, infinite years or infinite in comparison to the life span of a normal man. If a man had 200, or even 1000 years could have the time to study in depth from many angles and foundations such as physics, anatomy, psychology, music theory, astrology could conquer the dragon which is the soul. My greatest fear in this conquest is as what Fredrick Nietzsche proclaimed the death of god. For this is the reason one man cannot ever do this alone in his own secluded study for countless years as we would believe would be the most efficient and proper way.

Each man will find this own way the roots grow. The the complexity tree root systems on a scale of a grain of rice in a field large enough to fade from view. When billions of these minds roam the earth it is the way we find the soul by each becoming fully devoted to out own unique paths. No two roots will grow the same. No two minds will ever be 100% equal. As from long ago till today we share fractions and replication of ancient faces or things we can identify and as we can identify them we can assign them personality. Spirits, Jinn, lords and gods. The force of living power. The translucent snake or flame that flows you into every moment of your memory that you can remember was pleasant, exciting, or simply right with everything.

That which cant be named is the unique vibration that seeks to always better you. The quake of the earth to loosen the rounds. As it can be expressed in shivers, shakes and a filling of the whole body as air travels inside you and fills you from your fingers to your toes.

It is also to my understanding that the many levels spoke about by C.W. Leadbeater are not truly floors with definitive lines and a distance filled with something much less tangible than the walls themselves. Our observation of the spiritual sky scraper with the ground floor or beneath street parking garage being your underworld or hell and the penthouse laced with luxury was heaven. And the floor beneath the penthouse was those near equally in righteousness but perhaps more humble. So on to the level above the parking garage of hell we see a persons who in some respect we can say is a better man or woman based off some respect. We try and identify with the vision that we transcend floors as we grow in some way, whether it be personal mental development, finding ones heart with community service or finding yourself in faith. Another grand possibility is climbing through these floors is a evolutionary process. A Darwin guided, plan without a paper guiding us to holy and higher places over long periods of time where our own individual endeavors into life and the full realization of god, love or energy into your bones is not lost with the death of the individual. His or her actions and experiences expand our scope of reality. In some ways you can say that by learning what other people have learned and seeing how complex life is. Its always right on the bleeding edge.

Lyrics. Explicit. Childish

Mhmm, yes.
Im a little bit bitter but not because of all the glitter that rained but that searing pain I was left with but now I can take a wif and smell that bullshit, always feelin like I had to push it. Convincing you to stay for another minute, you were finished, I wasnt, bitch Im not done talking, Ill have the last word. You wasted my time so Im a waste you with this rythm.

Bitch come a little closer, you so fire like my hands in a toaster.
Maybe with a drink or two we can come back through
With just a minute ill show you im feelin it
Baby im worth it. I know that im worth it

But hold up, what do you mean you dont care
Ill run these fingers through that hair
A kiss on the lips, suck that tip
Riding me, the way we slam that frame
Sun comes up we do it all again,
I didnt know how to be your friend
I cant do that
I dont know how to be this
I dont want none of this
Just you
No matter how miscued
Maybe it dont feel right to you
But that aint no excuse
Ill keep going harder
Till my hearts all sawed up
Cut into pieces and spread to thin
How was I ever suppose to win

Im ok without you
I want to be alone

No, fuck you.
All the times you said you love me
You need me
Haha what about all the bullshit you feed me
Like how you sat up and cried about what if I died

Guess what bitch, I did
You killed me
Why dont you come and feel me
Are you adraid? Cant walk these stones you laid?
You cut me and slammed the door, why the fuck you think I called you a whore.
Couple weeks later you got a boyfriend
What happened to I dont want no boyfriend
Bitch your a slut.
Couple weeks away from this big dick
Your fuckin thirsty but you think your slick
I hope this new dude knows your nothing but a game and I hope he plays you the same.

Grounded

While the sensation of achieving news levels in your own power and strength can be almost orgasmic or better remember the power of control.

The same as imagining the rushing river, massive power and force moving through and recreating the world. This energy fills our breast and veins when we move ourselves in the path of life. Everyone has their own life path and the path is very fully set. Just as a beaten foot path or even a expensive and well constructed highway will fade away as it is retaken by nature as it is not used. The paths we find the rushing rivers of life force moving through are as fluid as the water used to represent them.

We create these foot paths and highways as we use them and the power and energy we seek will find its way into the river bed we carved for them to fill. So what of the endless work and determination or digging the trench that would one day be our rushing river of vitality and fertility? Sometimes vallies run dry, great canyons carved by pure Will but remain fruitless and dry. Does one simply give up and try striking gold in another land all together? Or does one continue to carve his dry, dead and lonely canyon.

The truth is perception and acknowledgment of place and purpose. Some work long fruitless lives, so it seems. But the truth or reality that in the mind of the canyon carver, the work is without fruit and without reward. But as the saying goes "The world becomes a better place when old men plant trees they never plan on lying in the shade of". While wordy, it shines light on the beauty of seemingly fruitless work. While your work may not bear fruit for you, it may provide the perfect place to bear a different fruit for a different person, or generation. So you make a choice, either through your logic or just your way of life. Do you wish to be the youth that gains everything he wanted in life, or do you take the role of the father who practices great sacrifice of personal pleasure and reward for the reward that is of greater personal worth, providing something for others.

Neither one nor the other is more worthy or better than the other. All colors, all elements and lives are what make this world what it is. This diversity in the choices people make and the lives they live.

Remember, no one carved the grand canyon. Water did. You are the rushing river, and a river never named itself.