what a piece of shite am I… negative influences can always get the
better of us somehow… to quote Simon and Garfunkel, ‘hello, darkness, my
old friend’… what meaning can we derive from the words of these
supposed charlatans?… Hope?… is there such a thing out there amongst the
rabble?… dancing upon the fractured tongue of bitter upset… breaking
down sequences that seem potent to our tastes… the delay of self
bouncing from topic to topic and back again in some fit of energetic and
frenetic frenzy… what are the tricks we use to trade our instinct and
intuition for this altered ego that seems to overwhelm the soul?…
leaving us all with the horrid consequences of our actions… the mourning
after what was once a great experience, and at first, an experiment in
betraying those egregious and secretive of ways that only seem to
protect us from harm… however, when we dive headlong into the cesspool
with no thought as to how or why we do the things we do, it is then that
we give into the negatively-charged entity that calls itself us at the
time… ridiculous?… perhaps, but these are merely my assessments of the
greater overall picture, and addiction is the gateway to some other
beast that even metaphysics have small light to shed on those things
that overtake us… dimensionally shifty creatures that we cannot see, but
we allow to enter when we induce the proper state of mind to unleash
their capabilities… they seem to evoke a negative construct, not for our
benefit as a means toward catharsis, but to ensnare the unaware who
choose to stay oblivious to the real provocation of their senses and
spiritual self… the demons, if you would wish to call them as such, are
externally manifested after much energy is drained from the willing
host… the parasite, as I shall call it, requires the ensnared mental and
emotional capacity for sustenance… it is based on a negative plane that
we can all touch upon emotionally, but is not necessarily a ‘neg’-based
creature itself, it uses this construct to make the prey feel
comfortable with their lack of resistance… a familiarity that can suck
the person into a pit of desperate situations without the light of a
hope or faith to dig them out… though many can find their way out with
belief and patience, two difficult traits to acquire in today’s hustle
and bustle of modernity, and in no way easy to attain without focus and
understanding to some personal degree… to each their own in path and
projects, but when the influence of other comes from within, it is so
terribly easy to confuse the self for that creature previously
mentioned… not a divinity per say, but more or less an entity that
exists on a parallel to our own, that can only interact through the
right channels… in which the human animal gets used, much as an object,
and for whom the entity may become attached through a mirrored
symbiosis… the human being may become addicted to the mental and
emotional insight that this entity reveals, and so to this entity
becomes addicted to the interaction on another plane of existence, this
might have been going on since the beginning or only since I have
written it down….no one knows for sure… this may give some idea as to
how a person can be known for a particular outlook, but then rapidly
change to something other than what they really are… in other words,
another person altogether, and it is as if that original self becomes
distant and disaffected from the inside… it is as though a car were
driving itself, but the driver is still there observing all that the
automobile does without their direction or guidance… once giving in to
the unapparent control of this subtle authority, one cannot exactly
relinquish control without a strong conviction to prevent being assailed
by the loss of control, and so under the influence of a different
perspective becomes difficult to resist over time… the artist, through
an interpretive filter, can sometimes subdue the assault through
personal conviction of vision, and thus enlighten the mass scale of
people at large… though many seem to attempt and fail at these
proceedings, there is always some kind of headway made with their
individual application of willpower to test against the odds of fate…
whether the entity could be called a devil remains to be seen as it
seems to me to be anything but be able to be labeled so easily, and
negative energy is only a means to make the ensnared less wanting to
escape the familiarity of the doomed outlook, a perspective destined to
place the individual into a scapegoat role absorbing more negative
energy from the emotional projections of others until the eventual loss
of self overall leading to realizing decay and death…
Thanks, khet.
Thanks, khet.
