Swimming in a sea of books of shadows, magical verses,
quatrains and tomes. Bloody telepathic and psychic battles, even the most
devout monks and holy men would get shitless and rattled. Could never follow the
orthodox religions built on the cornerstones of innocent blood, corralling the spiritually
seeking, like livestock or cattle. Some spiritual wars, one is forced to fight
alone.
Exorcisms in Latin, Ancient Egyptian and Sumerian. Taming
both my lineages of Nephilim and Barbarian while I struggle to be the best
Humanitarian I can be. My soul, my life has always been to walk the path of
honor and to be unlike the aristocratic or elite but more like an incorruptible
proletarian. If some could know the secret corners of my mind? They’d lock me
up in a remote, high security sanitarium.
I hear voices that whispered secrets, thousands of years
ago. Yesterday’s truths are tomorrow’s miracles. It has always been the arcane
and occult that has protected the mundane and empirical. The nether realms of
Gods, Angels, Demons, shadows and beings light, have existed since before
creation but have been consigned to fairy tales, a fact that I find both disrespectful
and satirical.
It is the threshold of night people walk to when they are
plagued by the unknown. Living a life mocking the supernatural, barely
accepting the natural, ignoring the GOD within you preferring the animal yet still
daring to wonder “What if I’m not alone.”
At home.
Warding off demonic attacks by will alone. Ancient words
spoken to weave magical tapestries, leaving the resolve of all inhuman enemies
broken and summoning ethereal sigils in the air, that no one but you can see, making
them all the more potent. An unseen masterpiece of spiritual light to be
continuously released.
Reading books that have yet to be written. Periodic visits
to the Akashic records. Astral travel and remote viewing of the past, present
and future and all parallels and multi-universal dimensions while possessing a
physical vessel, makes it hard to stay centered.
But it is my chief duty to try. Not everybody lives but it
has become vastly easy to die. While we are encouraged as a society to kill
ourselves softly, by the drink, drugs, over medication and over simplification of
our complexities, I chose to become and stay spiritually alive.
My demons I recognize and have named, so now they bow to me.
The demons of the evil I have done in the past no longer torture me with guilt
but rather prostrate themselves and loyalty is what they vow to me. I am the
light in the tunnel that is my life. I am the darkness that I banish. I am the
hands and word that brings love and miracles in to my life and heals all my
damage.
If there is a creator? It created me. It created me and so
it is a part of me. So many fear the ending but it is the beginning that I
chose to give all of me. I recreate myself the way I want to be and leave in
the past, what I thought I was and what others thought of me.
I am one with the zenith. I am the soul of Ra, the phoenix.
I tame the animal I have within and wish to taste the light rather than blood.
This time my 7 souls mean it.
I let go of the past, I let go of the trash. The trash I
thought I was and the body bags of all the negative beings I gave birth too
because of my ego and all of my many masks. I let go of trash.
I am finally home…within my true self.
At home.
Swimming in a sea of books of shadows, magical verses,
quatrains and tomes. Bloody telepathic and psychic battles, even the most
devout monks and holy men would get shitless and rattled. Could never follow the
orthodox religions built on the cornerstones of innocent blood, corralling the spiritually
seeking, like livestock or cattle. Some spiritual wars, one is forced to fight
alone.
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