First off I forgot to mention the woman with no higher brain function in her primary centers for higher thought was an incredible scientist and quite successful. That is the other 82% of brain we do not use. It is there ready to be utilized, yet, we all bullshit ourselves because life is no challenge at all, we are like robots downloading porn, so much porn we are like rats that after we have to burn it, we get the kickback system and go out for a smoke that lasts just as long as it takes for the CD to burn, somehow. We are not who we should be, because we bullshit our lives on so many levels. That is just a prime example. Life is an illusion, and further generations are getting more and more out of touch, yes the newest generation is the most technically gifted, like Lincoln wasn't a great president compared to this Bush because Abe didn't know what an elevator was, or a TV, or a nuclear bomb, but there is no feeling in data entry and processing, about the only thing that we can get creative with is the various ways people bullshit themselves, living a dead existence where people get paid to create commercial for the guy that is losing his hair, and to write the commercial script in such a way, it is almost biblical, that on one hand it holds out hope that Science has the answer to your problem, and then the damned see the other half of the advertisment, and which is constructed to poke fun at the guy losing his hair, and somewheres in the ghost in the machine, like the bible they put things in certian dichotomic ways, we only can see and hear things when we are ready, like going to a museum when we are 8 28 38 48 or 58, and seeing the same painting look different each time. Our brain shifts like quicksand.
By the way the last Titantic passenger just died, within the past month or so.
But if we do not bullshit ourself, then we have a chance, because then we don't see the dumb commercial for what it wants us to play some stupid game to become smart to unravel some dumb reality of mankind, instead we should focus on our inner self, and attend to those fires, doing alchemy of soul tattooing, tattooed by what we touch, and then come out with a vision which would be called the Primative art form, which is highly indivdualistic. If we do not play life as a game, and come up with avante guarde soul, then we can obtain newer powers. It may seem like I am always on but I am not, like those two famous old ladies seated on rocking chairs on a porch in a Margaret Bourke White photograph, they said life happens so slow you just have to sit down and wait. Unfortunately the sitting down procees has sapped us, there are no more porch people sitting spinning strories, we are alone in a room being brainwashed, made to click a lever of a different level of sum game to get to the cig reward like rats in some rot race. So there is evident downtime. We cannot always be on, we cannot always be learned, we have to build an interest in things, which is a natural process on its own, we cannot force a book to come into our possession, someone has to draw attention to it, and then if we think about it and we are interested then we pick up the book, because somehow it was chosen for us, or written for us, because we know we bullshit ourselves and we want to maximize the self, only then can we read in between the lines and make use of the words which are merely an arrangement of letters which even indivdually we do not understand the origin of, or the words for that matter. Higher powes ensue, and eventually we understand numbers, letters, word origins, all sorts of things, and when we have all this in our bag of tricks then life starts coming to(get)her as we imagined, and then we get the rush of the past life through us, feeling so real, because we need something to believe in because life is so fake. There must be something more to life, and we live and hang onto life, just for that dream, we are possessed by who we imagine ourselves to be.
But the mind has great great powers. I think psychology was one of the last major categories of science to be created, by Freud in the 1880's, so, it is the forfront of the microscope of man still to this day, at a time when bad brains are taking over the planet in some head hunters of envy highlander kill the carrier which ends up in the last carnation dealing with death in a game we like to call kick the can, something we aimlessly play when we are kids, but do not understand. Even when we understand, we continue to play the games, thinking we are smart, but we are only rats, held down, because there is nothing new under the sun, and there has been created the perfect game no man can master, so this game destracts us from reaching our higher forms.
The game leads to true vampirism, we become super human and amass great amounts of money because though they tried to destroy us for our gifts, gifts that are erradicted return tenfold, and so the game has a way of paying off in the end, that we can deconstruct the system and create new maticies, yet with all this power, true vampires wihtout a head, cannot procreate, they have no blood, because all along in life they were deemed pariahs for their ideals of love and an interest in history that made them master the now point, there is no future, all we have is the past, and the now point is part of the game that cannot be had, when everyhting you do has the opposite effect, like telling a woman you love them and then they run home and frollic on their silk sheets alone. Fantasy is killing us, and perverting a state of existence which doesn't allow a true reality to exist, so we dream of more because of being a have not, and in the end we do creat worlds that can be handed down, but not to our own blood, but to other people in our lives which aren't our relatives, and so, we give them the ride we could not take, the rollercoaster we paid for with our vampire blood, and then even with the warning, they ride the roller coaster and get corrupted by the thrills, because Prince was wrong, there is no joy in repitition, things that bring us enjoyment no longer do so the next time, so we continually do something new, but of course, we follow a familliar path either the beaten trail or off of it, both are really worn, they are fake bushes there off of the path we think we a revolutionary, but both paths are a path of conformity, life is just either plain conformity, or a revolution of conformity, it has all been done before, the path to heaven and hell are connected there is a number for each step, and when you tire going higher, there is naught lese to do but to lower yourself. But you people on this site have hope, you have all these powers, and you have ideals of life uncommon people admire you for, and because of the reverse effect of things in life all life, they cross over to the other side of the street and treat you like Beethoven. Let me tell you Vampires, all those people who crossed the street and tried to make Beethoven feel like a loser because he had this passion for music because he was struck as a child so badly that he almost went deaf. The third symphony was written based upon a man knocks on his door, when you have an altered sense of hearing you hear music in everything, he wrote his last symphony when deaf, and one of the violinists in front of him had to tell him to turn around because the house was coming down. His ninth symphony was based upon the Schiller poem "Ode to Joy" which uses the metaphor of Schiller's plea to live in peace, bending it for his own uses, because it resonated his own "Kemf" struggle, which was the incvisable war of the tongue which outduels the war of the sword. I hope life will not always be a game, but it seems there is no metter way to reach supernatural forms of existence but to have your character assassinated in public, defamed discredited, and forced to reincarnate yourself. Once this happens the flick of the switch to turn us into super human vampires occurs. We win Lotto even if we do not buy a ticket, that is the guarentee of the ride, we all become Icons, because of that ability we had that was exiled from Schiller's "brotherhood of mankind", only gets pronounced because life denied is like a plant that grows abnormally long to the faint light afforded them by Social Security for the nervous breakdown they had, or were forced to endure, because of the cookie cutter people making us feel like outcastes, when we are the mechanism central and crucial an object to be crucifed, like being the donkey they pin the tail on, we accept that thrust, yet, we become gods. If only people knew that their dersion brought us more power, then maybe that is why everyone has grown silent. Yeah. Uh huh, good topic man. These powers that you all speak of these prem(ON)itions come from being on, that is what makes us a target and therefore an outcaste in future lives. Accept your gift, fill your mind, grow wings, wing muscles are in the minds eye, fly to the planet you conjure, because life is magic, all you need is faith in you to believe you are remarkable.
Make proper use of those 2 billion heart beats, some thrills can swipe that heart even if it creates the soul that makes the heart and mind bind.
