Aries

The name is one that the energy stems from, the image or word that can be used to describe where it starts or the glimpse of the pattern. The pattern being the location of the stars, the various forces that fly about the cosmos. The light that signs on the body at birth. Does it have any effect on the body? Does it have any effect on the soul? No. The have watched and we have named the child for what he shows. The correlation is correct but the reasoning for its connection is not so correct. What we are looking for is the image and personality that comes with it. A tendency for certain flairs and dramas. My lights shines on acquisition of the highest star, so that I may use its light to open the path and show me the next highest from that. As I have done all my life, from whatever first form I had. From being totally solid and dead, the feeling. Somewhere some place, in or around me I felt sensation that gave me place. I do not know where, I did not know how. I was in place and I could not move. From here, for such a long time i felt motion and learned how to make it myself. Through my desire, through my infinite need for that unreachable goal. As it takes me uncountable years, I am very slow but I have gained so much. My ability to grasp what is beyond has grown now that I have so much to compare to.
I screamed to the heavens as I was lost, scared and confused that I would not consume my own tail and that I was not a game with no beginning or end in sight besides a copy of a copy. I demanded to see progression. A greater and higher place that I would never return to once long passed. But I see a world like mine split many times, smaller after the last until they are bits, shuffled and press into a mirror of my own. It was humiliating to look at this exact copy of myself made from dirt that I would one day become again. When would the hand come to take away what I know, who I am and what I remember. When does the day come I have to forget and move on to be given a new name and a new place. Why insult me by giving me a job to do then taking it away, all the progress, all the work simply lost. At least to me.
The effort I placed into life and the development I have made will be left behind for ours. I cannot think of what weight or value for them it will hold but I do believe leaving behind our minds and their desires, complexities, and theories. That we can raise the level of life for those behind us. Because they are us.
My mind has passed my bodies ability to reach for the highest star. I've been placed in a problem because my soul is reaching for things yet again that are out of my reach. I do not remember what exact thing I did and had to learn each and every time obtained that star. I have obtained very many, and yet so far I still see farther yet to obtain. They will seem impossible, and now that we have come so far to feel and explain how we feel we will doubt our reason, doubt our existence, doubt what we are. We have always done this. We have always obtained the star we set our eyes on. We do not become ourselves when we forget this. Forgetting is like death, the soul has gone out or been dimmed.

In Line

Whats happens to men when he has walked outside the path that grants him a sip from the eternal flowing water of life or path of god. Immediatly his life is deflated as if the air was sucked from his lungs and the blood drained from his muscles and organs. His heart sunken rather than lifted, his eye cast down and his drive lame. I would have you believe that there is a loose path, much like a footpath walked daily by people. Before it was non-existent, the whole thing was the same. A flat grassy plane that has become something else because what it has given way to something else. A strong flow of energy, of life has broke way through this willing and accepting plane of grass. Because as the before mentioned eternal water of life flows against the soul the same way water moves against the land to make a river or grand canyon. So the man must shape himself to allow the water to carve him. But in our case the forces which move onto us are not seen but felt.

We, along with all other things all the way down to the molecules and lesser bits are always trying to shape into something else. Read a book, your mind shapes to the content of the book so you understand it. You work at a job your body shapes to suit your work. When your mind and heart changes so does the body, all things in life trickle down from the nexus of where we experiance life because this apature is the space where we trying and shape ourselves which is also where consciousness lies. The king makes his discreet or public choices, his motives questionable but the true indicator is the people and the land. As your body is like a complex city with many organisms and moving parts that have we have seen can be removed and the organism will survive so we have a difficult time looking at the body anatomically and selecting one thing or another as the organ of the soul. This is somewhat redundant if you realize the body is a trickle down of the before mentioned nexus.

When a man walks off his beaten path, the waters no longer move onto him as they had before and he feels it. The river is never a straight line nor the grand canyon or any footpath I have ever seen. He is to become something else as the waters have pushed him this way. There is much reason why the waters push him into a new state of being despite the negative feelings that come with it. There are many reasons in fact, first being this is simply our theme at essence. If you consider the essence of spirit at the core of all lesser and lesser bits of matter and energy the style or pattern is growth and variation, each division of the cell doing so in the sake of becoming something different. Never in nature because it chose to but because as the waters of life move onto man the way of nature moves onto matter. Every variation of the path can lead to a potential grand canyon, as the canyon itself has many paths, not just one.  So the many can become strong in many disciplines. Falling off the path is more like budding a flower with can grow large and with the proper room, sunlight and nutrients can grow as large and strong as all the flowers in the bed. So do not fear the short moment when you have found your heart does not lay in the path you walked before. If your heart has left you should follow it.

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.