Girl: i am no longer an atheist

Boy: *Smiles* Good for you, What are you now?

G: I am

B: what?

G: What is what?

B: You said I am, You are what?

G: “I am” is the cogito. For a fact I know nothing but I am.

B:  ahaaa, so this is an “i think therefore I am” kind of deal?

G:  Nope I think is not a fact, because thoughts are relevant to each p.o.v (Point of View). Yet they don’ come from the” p.o.v.” itself, they come from the “I am”. Therefore saying I think there for I am implies that without thought, there’s no I am. But that is not what is. What is, is that I am is the only thing there is. So it is the only thing I can be sure off. Through that knowledge the layers break apart and You are handed an intelligence upon the infinite ladder of “I am”

B: Alright you know what? Fuck You *She says Jokingly but in a serious tone*

G: *laughs* Ha! Why?

B:  What are all these entanglements?

G:  it’s untangling the entanglements little by little. Instead of living the distortion, un-distort. Then the puzzle starts to come together on its own perfectly. Collapsing on into each-other with smooth ease.

B: Go Away! *Hmpph*

G: I am not even here, but sure I will. Does it even make sense?

B: Yup, Why not?

G: *laughs* I had to go in deep. There are discoveries to discover. Stories about Atlantis, about the pyramids, the lost cities, The infinite Creator, Dimensions. A whole Different Illusionary Dream. But first I had to shatter the first layer of myself so I am no longer the me I used to think of myself as I either. Just an “I am” and that doesn’t even touch on what it is, or what I am, for words & language are outdated to understanding the thing itself functioning.

It Just like telling a kid to stay away from the fire, until it plays and gets burnt then it understands what the fire is.

B: I Hate you

G: I love you

B: No you don’t, why else would u try to kill me with complicated ideas and words?

G: It’s as simple as “you are it and it is you”, as simple as, “God is all and all is God”, as simple as “nothing in to go out or out to go in” simple as “what you seek is seeking you”

B: *Sarcastically* Super simple, Should I call this the “I am” Religion or does it have an actual name?

G:  Well it’s the law of one, but it isn’t a religion. It is, what is. We are just living a distortion that’s why people still fight over religion, money, oil, it’s all related in a freakishly sick way.

B: Aha, okay.

G: I think I am not, there for it is.

*looks to the reader*

Hahaha I dun exist mate

This is about your existence

Now

You need to remember that your life never was and never is.

So nothing happens in order for the experience to start.

Like a flat sheet of paper,

With a person holding a pencil and drawing,

After he/she finishes the portrait, the person decided to experience

The figures and objects in that painting;

Then The animator drew a heart and started pumping it with red blood

, in the process he/she forgets who they are and who they were,

and who they are going to become.

The animator got lost in the animation

eventually you will remember, inevitably you will  because I am you.

And you are me.

And the person drawing is all of us

YES

the one who wrote this is you and me together

You’re infinite so there’s nothing out or in of your wholeness.

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D A-blues

Color me as you please.

Baby, Catch my disease

I am begging you.

I am down on my knees

I will swim across seas.

I will give water to all the trees.

Baby,

Fill me with your desire.

Our hearts are on fire.

Chain me to you,

Use a metal wire.

I am your fairy,

The one you hired.

The stars are burning bright.

Showing us the light.

Together we r E-nsipired

By the I in you. The you in I.

We’re both just trees

Conversing & pondering

Making the impossible, possible

And the lies, truth.

We’re standing in divine heavenly paradise.

Earth is our garden of Eden.

Right here.

Its right here

Under Us.

We’re the trees of life and knowledge.

We’re the manifestation of Eve and adam.

We’re one.

Our roots dig deep bellow us.

Our leaves are dancing as they know us.

They dance even when they know they’ll fall.

The game of separation is over.

Lets paint a new picture together.

Of only heaven Forever.

Lets dance and romance

Sing and laugh at anything.

Beyond words.

Beyond thoughts.

Beyond joy or pleasure.

Sorrow or borrow-ed

I am.

(Now that you finished reading, i would like to request of you to start reading the bold from down to up.)

Enjoy playing!

[Drink 8 cups of water before reading this.]

A static emotional ecstasy

Defining the in-expressible meaning

Thinking life was double faced

It had to go up

To go down

Down

2

Up

I am the art & science of

Feeling & feeding life

All this life; it happened before

It’s not death

Death doesn’t exist

If it is not life

It doesn’t exist

Life is you.

You are infinite.

We analyze

I predict

It counsels.

Taste your equilibrium.

Observe.

For-see.

Guide.

Awaken

Like all humans, I have done my fair share of wrong things, and when I say wrong; I mean things that hurt others around me. I was surrounded by my egoistic view of life, and I won’t lie to you, I still am. There’s only me and nothing else. But that nothing else is me, so why the hell should I hurt myself in the nothing else of others; who are not there because they are nothing else of my own and thus it comes back to me again. That’s why I still live in that self-centered view of life; I realized if I want abundance, I have to not do that which I wouldn’t want to be done to me. And let’s be honest we all fall into it and do that which we wouldn’t want to be done to us. But it is. Life goes on. The cycle repeats itself until we learn and once we learn. It expands. And once it expands. We learn new things. But you know? Fuck you! There is no we, or you. Just I. Would I want to kill myself? Would I want to steal from myself? Yeah. I would until there’s nothing left of myself. Destruction, Annihilation, extensive deconstruction; that’s why I did it, I hurt you, I hurt myself, I hurt everything we were built on, all the principles; trust, courage, integrity, peace, harmony, loyalty. I burnt it all down, so we r stripped to the core. I’ve pulled you into a black hole with me. For what? I don’t know. But I do know this, where we arrived is a place where no else did. We can talk it out. And again. It’s just I talking to I. I me. I you. I him. I am. Just that, what else is walking around? God? Well, it can’t be proven nor disproven. So let’s just not get into that. I don’t regret it, but I sometimes wish I didn’t do it, if I could I would go back and undo it, but I can’t, time travel is impossible, I did what I came here to do, and now I gotta live with it. I gotta live with myself, good or bad; whatever you see me as, I gotta live with! And in order to live with myself I gotta be able to accept myself, I gotta be able to kill myself, kill the destroyer, destroy the destroyer. Burn him down, and just get it over with….

It is without a doubt a feeling of despair, to be so dull and naïve that you allow yourself to be driven by the utmost unfeasible reality. No more than a tiger scratches a tree to eat, you yourself are the apple that fell.

I think Awesome,

I mean recently, I believe everything’s in its right place.

Nothing wrong happens.

Whether a yes or a no

It always feels awesome.

Cause every door is another door to the other,

for the doors are infinite and the infinite is the door.

Door yes and Door no complement each other.

Yes and no are not a door open or a door closed.

Yes is a door

And no is another

It’s simple

There are no Closed doors

Only closed minds.

Man, I can wrap a sandwiched desire.

Don’t touch the fire?

Reality is not as real as it seems, we make of it to be real because it’s easier for us to live in it as an apparent real world than to live it as it is; a deceptive ongoing illusion.

We chose to make what’s not real, real. And we denied the fact that this is just a temporary place. Reality like all its elements is temporary.

How can that which is temporary be real? How can we claim that this is the ultimate reality? What of dreams & memories? The future? This unstable ever-passing moment-less now? How can we call all of that real?

We created fears and made them govern our reality.. Fears of non-existence; thus breeding attachments into manifestations. Attachment of emotion, to form, from fear.

Our fears structured a commercial life filled with propaganda about self-sustainable, maximum efficiency elements for building. Determining potency in the supremacy over mediocrity; you see the cup you’re looking at is not half full nor half empty in fact you are looking at no-thing at all.

No I to perceive what may be just a desolate, fear loathing imaginary construct of human behavior.

Alas may it all be washed out by the inescapable admittance through the inevitable void, the abyss; source, the land of the unborn; undead; unholy; un.

May we wither away like ashes in the desert, may we fade and return home; Nay, true home; the land of No man, woman nor child, the land of no space, no race, no you, no them, no me, no no, no.

Illustrate yourself as escaping out of existence and depict yourself into that which is not there. Don’t sleep or wake up; lose your found mind; and go.

Go and never come back, go and don’t look behind. Go in blindness, silence, and let the moment-less devour you.

It shall exalt you from worldly suffering, from material illusion, from egotistic spirituality, from the experiential journey, from tit and tat, from.

It is time to un-do time.

A Paradox

Let’s remember that we are all going to die; for a moment, let us pause, let us mute out all that is and contemplate the instant of our death, the place where we all fade out of existence.

Fall back into truth; death is going to take us all, just; it has no preference and it doesn’t give back what it took. Tis the only force you can’t win against.

To challenge death is to laugh at the eternal joke; just like out of nowhere you were conceived out of no-where you will be received.

Deceived of life, relieved of burden.

Un-birthed un-existing emptiness.

Label me

Cover me

Name me

And blame me

What are you to judge

another

When all you are

is just

Blood

Veins

Organs

And a Deterging mordant

Alive or Dead

Is it all in my Head

I wake up to sleep

& sleep to wake up

Then You come along

And Pretend to know

You look at me

Try to fix me

With your impurities

Your subsiding reality

Your imperative beliefs

You think you’re freeing

But all you are

is a box

a chain

an oral compulsive deed

Reminisce on that thought

“You’re as dead as you think you’re alive”

And from where once you came

You shall return

Ashes to ashes

Dust to dust

Dawn to Dusk

All that matters is the sun

The moon

The goon

running naked like a loon

The fool

But you,

You’re just a withering tool

A deteriorating mewl

And you will disappear

Just Like I will too.

Systematically both our memories will vanish

Replenish or diminish.

Woop

I am finished.

Sadness, anger, apathy, grief, guilt and fear of; are all skills and tools of the ego. They are used by the mind as a force for self-confirmation and affirmation. Such as;

“I am angry at X for being such an asshole to me” “I am very offended by X’s lack of noticing what things piss me off”

Such a thought a process is evoked by the ego side of the mind. In all aspects the ego is the causation of fear. In context fear is not the opposite of love rather it is the lack of love. Love doesn’t oppose hate. It overrules any ego constructed barriers. Conversely it can be deduced that in order for one to grow, one must understand their ego. Grow out of its fear attributes through choosing to see love in all aspects of human behavior and attitude. It is a common misconception to mistake hate as an opposite of love when in fact love has no opposite. It does though have forces that work on creating a barriers against it. Such forces only stem from one place; fear of. So when fear takes over. Remember that love in the not traditional sense is what communicates to the mind truth and freedom. Yet it is also within the egos power to confuse unconditional love with fear conditioned love. An ongoing process of trickery just to keep the mind a slave for the machine. Freedom is just a breath away; but fear is keeping you from breathing.

in that fractured moment of silence

when you foretaste

that which you call your “soul”.

In that moment,

where the mind is still,

the body; alleviated from all its human uncertainties

When, you, my dear unknowing one,

Encounter your true non self.

In your un-knowingness,

you are able to know it all.

For that “soul”, is the quintessence

of that which created you, &

your you-niverse

your true form of divinity

that which you characterized your higher-self.

Is inviting you to silence,

for in silence,

all that is untrue falls away.

Thought dissolves into nothingness

& from nothingness,

that thought,

which you thought was yours,

disappears as so the leaves before winter.

Tis true,

it all passes

even your thought of you

too, shall pass,

in that space you shall find truth,

it has been waiting for you all along,

It was never yours from the beginning.

And it will never be yours until the end,

truth is eternal,

that which is not eternal cannot know truth.

Only in your eternity, can truth luster through you.

What can I say that is true?

I AM.

I don’t know.

I am bound to die.

Death is the unveiling of my life,

The revealing of my soul,

It is the home of my whole.

Do I know that I live?

Was I in love or was it in me?

Love is the absence of me.

Love is the transcendence of life,

It is the rocket counting down to launch in to the heavens.

Am I dead or did I sleep?

The sky is scorched,

the rocket fired up the globe.

DeJavu,

my friend found it first

A dreamless reality,

a snake king swimming through the space.

The lizard sings once more,

the doors are open,

beyond the veil;

the candle spark

hovers through a blissful dark

The stateless form,

a statue of heritage,

the Princess sacrificed her heart for the rainbow.

Colors trapped in a transparent prism.

Nakedness to the core

a separate white

divided to the seven.

A trinity of being,

a perceptual thought of seeing,

the queen has reclaimed the kingdom.

We have been delivered from bondage.