Timelessness and the reality of fate, page 1

They never did. One thing does not become something else without some kind of direction, intervention or plan. Call it programming. Time, as a concept of system and limitation in this code, does indeed exist, but how we measure it is a relative thing and how we perceive it is yet another. But the problem is that our human, call it godless, world, relies on a system which obviously cuts the head off of the person who knows the truth, and crucify the man who is able to explain and knows how to handle it. A cat may be unable to change a lightbulb, but he manages to live and let live better than the most rightious king and without even demanding anything in return. He doesn't know how to build a house and pay it's costs; he simply moves in when we have built it, and as long as the owner of the house serves him food, he stays. Kinda makes me wonder who is really the wisest: Man or the cat he thinks he owns.

Believe it or not: The wars and persecutions of the past came about because of decisions we make today, how absurd it may sound, but this is the plain reality. Time indeed it does exist, but there are roads around it. It isnot absolute. History is the concequence of one man's life, and the general uncertainty around this man's fait. That is why it seems to repeat itself over and over, each and every generation. It's a constant war going on and it has been rolling since day one, when Man broke his first promise and demanded full control over the course of time, his destiny and his selfish sense of judgement. In simple words: Man chose his enemy instead of his love, he chose himself, and gave him the throne above his head without even having such power and without being able to fulfill it. Man became a slave of his own deceit, without even knowing why. Most of us still don't, we're still caught up in the web of our own desires we call life and the consequences of our folly which we call the truth and reality. For it doesn't hurt as much as the real truth and the real reality. Real life.

Evasion of consequence became Man's god. And his enemy did like every wise enemy always has done: he served a simple choice, but through a calculated lie he dictated it's outcome: To turn man into his own enemy by limiting his freedom of choice by serving food to his desire, in order to kill him by making him kill himself. And the enemy of Man thought he could kill the shame of loss away through killing him who gave him life. God created Man. Man created Satan. Nothing of what Man has made can last forever, for Man is not forever. We were created. And we will be turned into something else.

The Enemy has a selfish dream of rewarding rightiousness with deceit, by the illusive strength of pride and indifference. But some have deeper insight. The Enemy knows the truth. OK. He knows how simple everything in reality is, and he has prooven so many times for God that we're not worthy of life. But he has forgotten the simple consequence of this "simplicity": The last man standing wins the battle, but not nessasarily the hearts of the rightious refugee. For what is left to love when everyone and everything is dead? How long will we kill our heroes when they find the truth through hard work in faith of the only thing that's real? We claim to do the right thing, but even the dog understands the folly and runs away in shame.

The day we understand that trees are wiser than any man can ever be; it loves, lives and lets live without a single expectation or a single demand. That an erupting volcano is more loving than any mother could ever become, it may take away your life, but only in order to sustain Life. That we are slaves of fear and folly seeded by ourselves and that stubborn faith in this reality as something real and everlasting. It's all vain due to the blinding effects of our stubborn, self-centered ego, the limitations we have cursed our minds with, indoctrinated ourselves by this we choose to call reality which is everything but real. A blinding illusion of our own desires and wishful thinking. And the king in this illusion isn't Love but a silly hope to get away with cold blooded murder, senseless torture and godless hate. The concequence of our false security, founded on indifferent deals with the enemy. We sell our children to the wolves in order to keep our sanity. We sell away their ordeal in order to sustain an illusion of freedom. But the ship is still sinking and the captain goes down with it. Or so it seems. Noone really knows for sure.

Everything which is real we overlook and cast away as something stupid. While everything which is really stupid we try to sustain to kill away the pain of loss, the consequence of our ignorance. We will all loose if we continue to call the only winner our enemy and our only enemy our king. Children see this, they can't understand why we do what we do, they concentrate their lives on what's eternal if they are only given the choice and brave protection. The reason we often can't explain what they ask about, is that we have surrendered to conformity and explain everything with what someone else has already said before. We donot understand anything anymore. We just copy and paste what dead people said and was rediculed for in their own time. The greatest artists all died in poverty. Nevertheless we sell their work for money, worth a multiplum of their total income throughout their entire lives. For our "reality" is the easiest thing to manipulate, and man is the easiest species to persuade, domesticate and control. But Love cannot be conquered, ordered, denied or destroyed. The more it is suppressed, the more the Enemy fights it, the stronger it will be, and the greater the dream about it -- the longing for it -- becomes.

The irony of the destiny of Man: Serve Man rightious truth and he will hate you, even hunt you down and kill you. But serve him the lie he so much desires and he will give you a crown of gold.

Blessings,
Mikromarius

[Edited on 20-1-2004 by mikromarius]