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Myself::Religion::Church of the New Epoch>> Empty your mind. Bury your thoughts. Feel totally incapacitated. Imagine Light. Brilliant White Light. So white, so bright, you shut your eyes from pain, yet it's still there. This pain will never go away, it cannot go away, you must not make it go away. You can not wipe it off, you must not wipe it off, you must not let it go. You must embrace the pain, make it your Own. The pain will then evolve to numbness. Numbness will become a tickling sensation. The tickling sensation will transform to joy. And from joy, it will turn to power. Irrelevance is shocking Pain. Knowledge is trembling Power. Do not seek to be admired; seek to be enlightened. Those who do not possess, can only apprehend knowledge as Light. Ignorance might be Bliss, but ignorance cannot shield you. True enlightenment comes from within. It is a reflection on the Mirror of yourself. Once you are enlightened, you are a but a silent star; Illumating with knowledge and serenity, radiating tranquility and veracity. You will not care for life at all. Why should you! It is only a terrifying coincidence. Do not be fooled into thinking something trillion zillion times more complex. As you live, you get hurt. Pain, immense pain, rendering every single cell of your body useless. Fear not - this is the pain of living. It is the inevitable way of surviving. You must now ignore the pain. Laugh at it, mock it, yell at it. Forget it. Then, and only then, will you trully be free. You will not care for death at all. Death is as natural as waking up and breathing. Or as natural as going to sleep and never waking up. Have you ever gone to sleep, only to wake and remember nothing of what you dreamed? You try to recall, but all you can remember is Black, Void This is Death. No candy-coloured Paradise. No flesh-melting Hell. Just pure Nonexistence. Most of all, do not be fooled into thinking that life is nice, for it is anything but that. Every single day you live, you are one step closer to death. When you look around you, what do you see? Reality? Remember, reality is just an innocent perception of a deadly environment. It this environment that will try to kill you, time and time again. Ultimately, it will succeed. And you know it. Time is the best Master, but unfortunately, it kills all its apprentices. What fragile little entities we are... But it matters not anymore. Nothing else does matters now. Nothing. Life begun in a totally accidental way. And in that way it will end. Do not seek the meaning of it all. The meaning of life is that there is no meaning really. We are just too proud to admit that fact. There is no single purpose in our existance. We like to think that this is not an accident. Why is it not one? There never was, there is not, nor will there ever be a purpose in life. Trying to find it just keeps us busy enough not to notice that fact. Birth?=Natural Death?=Natural Life? Most, most, unnatural. Most people don't want to die. They conceive death as something terribly freightening. Most people can't even seem to realize what it's like dieing. They don't want to. Ask a dead man, and he'll tell you: "My death was an accident. I should not have died." "All I wanted was a natural death." Of course. There is no such thing as a natural death, nothing that happens to man is ever natural. At least not since his mere presence on earth calls the whole world into question. All men must die, but for every man, his death is an accident, even if he knows it, and he can sense it, that this is not an adjustable regulation. This is the only guarantee you get in life: You will die. It is as if life itself is a bad joke; You are being tormented all the time, yet you are given the minimum amount of joy required so as not to commit suicide. Ironic, isn't it? Life sucks all the joy out of your life. Death...how much of it can you sustain? And the pain... The Pain is fucking you insane. Ultimately, you will wish that you were insane. For it is insanity that will save you from the full realisation of reality. All that you've gained in a life's time will be lost in a split second. It takes that little. Come on. Give up. You are worthless. I am worthless. We are all worthless. We are the small meat packets of disaster. Only the worst is good enough for us. We, the human crap, do not even have something that is worth caring for. "Love" I hear you see? "No" you'll hear me say. Love is just another drug. Come to think of it, it's not just another drug. It's the worst fucking halluciniogenic (un)known to man. Why? For one, it's available in VAST quantities. It's free. You can produce it only by existing. You don't even need a test tube to make it. Not only is it not illegal, it's endorsed by the human kind. If you've loved once, you'll want to love again, and again, and again. Even if you haven't loved a single time, you too will eventually want to become an addict. When you fall in love, black turns to stunning white. When you lose love, everything turns to pitch black. You feel miserable. Suddenly, nothing else matters. You only want to get another shot of your drug, don't you? That's the only thing that you can think about, day and night. Yes, love is drug. Yes, it is very powerful, and most dangerous. You must not let it cloud your logic. Love is just another in a series of chemicals produced by your body. Just like adrenaline, and many others. Trying to live only to love, and you essentially become, a drug addict. A love junkie. Is that what you seek? Seek Nothing Fear Nothing Never Understimate Anything Respect Everything |
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