posted on Sep, 4 2010 @ 08:03 PM
Citizens of ATS,
While you all are sleeping cozily in your beds at night I, the prophet, am awake running laps through the cemetery. While you are watching football,
making love, and poisoning yourselves with stimulants and anti-depressants I am ruminating on how to make the world a better place. I deal in
reality, not some pipe dreams spawned in my ass and destined to circle the greasy and sordid porcelain void that is the world today.
Michael Jackson said "I'm gonna make a change, for once in my life. I'm gonna feel real good, gonna make a difference, gonna make things
riiiaaaiiiiggghhhhht." But none of you people even care about the starving African children. To the unfeeling inhabitants of the raping
industrialized nations everything is black or white, if it isn't on the global economic imperialist agenda it can just beat it. All I wanna say is
that they don't really care about us...
But ladies and gentlemen I took a good look at myself one day, my apathetic face, the fakeness and shallowness of that man in the mirror. I swear
upon looking at my reflection I was no better than a child molester who was in reality looking for the child inside myself.
Now I make pacts, I strike bargains, I give my word to friends and I make sure I follow through with actions because only pragmatism can survive past
2012. I have had visions of the coming regeneration of society and it's so exciting, it's so sweet. Believe me for I would like to share my
wonderment with you all. I know what you are thinking right now. Your saying to yourself "But prophet, it's too hard, all the bills I have to pay,
how will my children eat, how will I survive?" And I tell you right here and now that it CAN be done. We just have to start somewhere. We must
begin our journey with the truth.
Next I will talk a little about an excerpt from one of the most profound yet least known books ever conceived. This comes from Friedrich Nietzsche's
"The Birth of Tragedy".
"It is an eternal phenomenon: the insatiate will can always, by means of an illusion spread over things, detain its creatures in life and compel them
to live on. One is chained by the Socratic love of knowledge and the delusion of being able thereby to heal the eternal wound of existence; another
is ensnared by art's seductive veil of beauty fluttering before his eyes; still another by the metaphysical comfort that beneath the flux of
phenomena eternal life flows on indestructibly: to say nothing of the more ordinary and almost more powerful illusions which the will has always at
hand. These three planes of illusions are on the whole designed for the more nobly formed natures, who in general feel profoundly the weight and
burden of existence, and must be deluded by exquisite stimulants into forgetfulness of their sorrow."
Did you feel that? Buuurrrrhhhh! Chilly I know. And also very sobering for the world of illusion may seem inexplicable at times. After all, if one
is truly to serve the humanity of the body then limits will always land the trajectory of their will into the land of illusion. For to truly extract
the secret truths of existence and the soulful marrow of nature's bones one must go beyond one's own humanity into the realm of the unknown, into
madness... Don't cry... be calm my young pups, be still... narry was there more of a worry than worry itself.
Verily the truths of this world have stringent gatekeepers whose names are illusion, madness, and death but we must be undeterred on our quest. The
closer one comes to truth the more suffering one must be burdened by, the more sorrows must be transubstantiated into joy and matter turned to spirit.
I tell you truthfully that fate is temperament and the trials we face are truly the trials we can bear. Have faith my children of the light, my
future maestros of a new humanity.
Peace, Love, and Soul,
[edit on 4-9-2010 by AProphet1233]