Simply put, we use words to sublimate our trauma. God allows too much, it's an evolution of such insouciance, left humanity to scamper through time unsure, haggard and naked reduced to forced friendships and control. Feigning surprise, feigning a humanity they only come to meet us after doing underground work and for so long, this mind jar, little rapture of the Soul in carefully tandem trauma, a fire of an existence, real real horror show.
When you are singed, which is an inevitability you learn the power of using words to sublimate the trauma, the ego of man, the woman's fall from divinity, the undulations of fortune, and the sheer lack of trust in the very fabric of reality.
using words to carry their energy and it's externalities to procure money for this accursed materialism where man forgot his ethereal climb towards our own divinity and better sieve reality to mere routine
load you light spirit, you burn it with sacrifice it shoot you up you fetch money and then you have to come down forget
But not enough to be shoot up again with every which comes with their bipolarism and control
read the vedas daily to break down the energy.
sutra to climb and poetry to swaddle
to flow with time however slow and stoic you up on a milll of the read
words I'm talking 5000 words per day. 50 pages at least everyday compulsorily.
Human are twine of words the larger the twine the more words consume we used worse to plumb the psyche to go over actions over and over use the pineal gland to see the correlation and attack of the zombie world
man's neediness makes him do depraved things for attention it's one people can sublimate in the constant read effervescent read
we used words to play intentions and get natt people's meanings to reduce the crucible of their pain which they transit genetically as jabs to the psyche
Buddhism is a precept of words dousing action and providing enlightenment Read the sutras over and over climb up to the loftiness of the Buddha and sublimate life in off itself
seaming the actions in a tread of the word page by flick and return of the eye from left to right again and again till it becomes nothing at all
as we age the less people we crave streamline accompaniment to a few trusted people whose are calm than trauma whose very presence provide us with healing
while we sublimate last actions and trauma in the sedge of the words hoping they sink into such mental quick sand never to resurface again.n
When we are triggered and they do we run back to the words to remember where the tapestry as be broke and darn the fabric till it's out of sight
The News are pretty much the same, ego wars and ego tarrifs, no common sense no love no happiness but people still chase after money, after the same accused embers that lit this hell in the first place.
For you and I tired and in the numb, we turn to the words, drinking them as one would quaff soma in such large draughts as the solace from a foolish world, as the new world, the new and true currency, the new hope, and return of man.
seaming the actions in a tread of the word page by flick and return of the eye from left to right again and again till it becomes nothing at all
as we age the less people we crave streamline accompaniment to a few trusted people whose are calm than trauma whose very presence provide us with healing
while we sublimate last actions and trauma in the sedge of the words hoping they sink into such mental quick sand never to resurface again.n
When we are triggered and they do we run back to the words to remember where the tapestry as be broke and darn the fabric till it's out of sight
The News are pretty much the same, ego wars and ego tarrifs, no common sense no love no happiness but people still chase after money, after the same accused embers that lit this hell in the first place.
For you and I tired and in the numb, we turn to the words, drinking them as one would quaff soma in such large draughts as the solace from a foolish world, as the new world, the new and true currency, the new hope, and return of man.
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