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This is what too much mountain air does to you; it makes you a Poet.

There is something to be said about air.

The air of Spring brings romance.

The air of Winter brings death.

The air of pollution brings confusion.

The air of pleasure brings pain.

Is it the Air or the Time: that is bringing on this Deathly deep gravity within me—to enter into all the nuisances of mysteries of human existence? I die just a little, just thinking about it…I can give myself into that hunger—so easily.

I wrote two poems just now: one is based on the experience of Death and the other one is based on the experience of Living. They are both the same:

The one on Death is about truly Living and the one on Living is about Truly Dying. So, go figure.

It’s deep stuff—not many are willing to penetrate it; because society has fallen victim to either Social Apathy or Intellectualism—but no one wears a space in the heart for Poetry: for the journey of experiencing life on truly deep (and often dark) levels.

If you only live once, then live for Truth.

Don’t live for the Moment—because the moment does not exist. Only the Truth sets you free—and enables you to carry something truly sustainable and helpful now and in the next (or after-) life.

These days, I am beginning to enjoy my blog. When I first started writing it, I used it only as a way to publish my journal entries.

For the record, I have no interest in documentation for the sake of self-importance or History. I can give a shit about either.

I do all this for the purpose of Mysticism: of changing the vibrational (sic) wavelengths of the Earth’s atmosphere with Words—shot out electronically into space. I do it to bring Cohesion to a world in constant flux and chaos. I do it to melt Ignorance. I do it also to stir things up. I do it because I have to—and not because of lust or pride.

I say that I am beginning to enjoy it only because blogging is really no fun. I write this way anyway—whether or not blogs exist. It has taken me a few years now to get used to the importance of it.

Today I realized that it is more important than I once assumed.

After seeing how much of society is rigged on all corners of Capitalism, Lies (Media) and Distortions of all kinds of human values—I feel it is important to speak the Truth…the Truth—not so much along the lines of Values; in terms of morals or “right and wrong”—but rather, the Truth in terms of Defacing the Ego of Humanity altogether: the ability to Say things truly as one really sees it.

People have lost their courage on all aspects of life to say what they think.

Those who have the Courage, are the ones who manipulate things to count in their Favor. It is an endless game of Greed without any Relief. We need some air…there is too much fear and anxiety in the atmosphere.

I am continually disturbed, for instance, by how every show on television tries to do something for “Charity” and con audiences into watching them by giving them toys and prizes…when really, it is all a big Advertisement to sell something.

Society increasingly is taught to exploit themselves; to let themselves be bribed and sold. It is like a spiritual form of voluntary-slavery. No one has to force shackles on you: they just lure you in with million dollar prizes.

Increasingly, this has been the case in today’s lifestyles and environment. It’s deeply sad…and I mean deeply. Yet I have overcome the feeling of being depressed or sadden by it.

What I’d like to do with this blog really is to throw a light onto things that matter—rather than what does not matter.

It doesn’t really matter anymore to me that people choose to let others determine what their Values should be. It doesn’t really matter to me that people choose to be shallow and pretend that they do not have a soul. It doesn’t really matter to me that nobody does anything unless it profits them or makes them tons of money.

What matters is that I am not like that; and that’s the only thing I can offer: dispassion towards gross affectation.

As result of that, throughout my life, it’s almost as if the “norm” always steered clear away from me as though I were a plague. I am actually am embarrassment to so many people because I disarm them and they do not like that.

But now, I don’t really care about disarming them. I just say a small word, and reality falls to pieces. That’s how mysticism works.

The power of Truth is absolutely amazing because it destroys every conceivable thing that cannot cling onto it. Truth is like an antiseptic in a way: and of course, anyone who considers themselves “normal” would not like it…

Truth contains a type of madness and heretic nature that scares the so-called scientific, the scholars, the learned, the religious, the cults…anyone who assigns or confines themselves to any preconditioned (or conditioned) genre or structure altogether.

So in that sense, it is an antiseptic and is only infamous for being completely anti-popular. It will always be Unpopular…and that is what makes it what it is.

If you are willing to Live alone and Die alone—then chances are, you are living in Alignment with Truth.

Isn’t it the Truth that you are Born into this world all on your own…and only you can come with yourself when you Die?

It is so basic: yet no one realizes it.

Everyone wants to buy into this game that they will throw a big party with lots of friends, lovers, families and for some—fans, until the day it ends. They evade the Truth because they are afraid of Suffering….

Because they see no Beauty in the Truth. If you cannot see the Truth, you cannot experience Beauty; therefore it is nearly impossible (if not unjustifiable) to complain that Life “lacks purpose or meaning.”

In America especially, people are very vain about Truth. They find the whole thing “boring and depressing.” They consider anyone who speaks frankly of reality as a “drainer” “downer” or a pessimist.

Herewith, you have a Dionysian Paradise that feeds among itself on the Grapes of Pleasure—yet all the people among it feel is Suffering, Unhappiness and Pain. As a cure for this, anyone who discovers a way out: writes a book to package it or try to make tons of money off Seminars devoted to failed people and failed societies. They generate the same cycles (of Bondage and Misery).

If you want out of that game, you’re going to have to go at it alone. No one is going help you and no one really cares.

Or so that’s how it seems…but it is all a form of Sacrifice isn’t it? But it does not need to feel like one. In it contains great value.

If I tend to like blogging now more than ever before it is because I’ve realized its essential value: which is that, it has Value—unlike so many things today that cannot offer to Life: the things that truly sustain it.