The Fundamentals of being Lonely and Alone

Being alone and lonely is not a very appealing situation to find oneself in, but for some people, this is the best place for them to be regardless of how awkward and distressing it may be.

You see there are those among us who are not compatible with anyone. Despite their good intentions this type of person always reduces well-meaning into a pile of rubble for themselves and for the person with whom they have become involved.

The days are protracted, and the nights are even more lengthy for the hopelessly forlorn, and they deserve it because they willingly and unwillingly make life a disaster area for someone else.

These people do not mean to fill another person’s life with adversity and misadventure, they simply cannot help themselves because they are endowed with the tragic nature of the weak mind.

This is the mind that means well but always does wrong and the mind that thinks but does not investigate and dissect.

Tears are running from the eyes of the lonely. The lonesome exists within a world isolated unto itself and even within that world, there is a heart-rendering solitude. And they deserve it because they have hurt and harmed by design and unwittingly.

Sympathy and compassion are not due to them, and all their life memories make them shutter with anguish and grief because of the things that they have said and done.

In isolation and solitude, the lonely abide, and in seclusion and separation the lonely die with no one to grieve for them as they are deserving of indifference. The worms abhor them, and the stench of their decaying flesh is a pleasant-smelling aroma to the gods and goddesses of horror.

The nights are sleepless, and the daylight is filled with darkness for those who are alone and lonely, and they deserve it because they have been a waste of time for the composition of cosmic matter that created them.

The clock has stopped ticking a long time ago but the lonely refuses to evaporate, and not because of some strong will to live but because the dead has never been alive. In death, we live, and in life, we die, and no one cares because we are no more than a vague shadow that floats on vapors.

The fantasy world that the alone and lonely creates for themselves as a means of companionship gives them some measure of comfort but always there is a void in their lives that make-believe cannot fill.

Millions upon millions of people crush against the lonesome and yet they feel desolate and deserted, forsaken by all, and trampled to quash by many. And it is just and fitting that the remote should feel and be in this predicament because of the contrary things that they have said, though, and done to themselves and to others in their lives.

So, the fundamentals of being alone and lonely are this. Without warning, all dreams will come to an end and in that instant, you will cease to be. Hurray, for light and darkness are no more, and never again will you shed a tear because of a lonely aching heart.

The worms gaze upon you with distaste and disgust but they munch anyway as their job is to sanitize the environment. The stench of your decaying flesh is repugnant beyond revolting and will repel the most nauseating of odors.

Nonetheless, be of a cheerful spirit because eventually, you will be at rest, and those with whom you may have happened to stumble upon are left in peace because you are not there to trouble them.

A Journey into a mad self-centered persons’ mind

It sounds implausible, but it’s true. There are certainly malicious and self-centered elements within the United States of America; governmental and corporate, that are at war with the citizens of this nation and other people in the world.

The goal of these troublesome varmints is to reduce what they consider to be the trash beneath their feet into mindless, obedient, puppets. Fortunately, the victory is not theirs. The painful knots on the head belong to them if we become mindful of what they are surreptitiously and in-your-face doing to us.

They distract us from contending with them by entertaining us and by causing heartaches and troubles where there would be none if it were not for their inciting.

We know who these noxious people are because they smile on our faces every day as they are poisoning our food, water, land, and air and genetically modifying us into whatever happens to develop by constantly bombarding us with harmful light, sound, microwave, and radio frequencies.

These smelly dog puddles are so self-satisfied that they earnestly believe that the average Becky is too stupid to distinguish the difference between “Mary had a little lamb,” and brown water running from her kitchen faucet.

The present world system is grafted upon lies and sustained by even more lies. So, how many lies can a structure support before it starts falling apart? The fool and his or her warped head are soon departed and what will arise in their place may be better, or it may be worse.

But whatever it is the people of the world and its land, its water, its air, and the animals desperately and deservedly need for them to fall and fall horrifically.

Force the governments and the corporations to release the cures for natural and human-engineered diseases and viruses that they claim that they do not have a cure for.

We should have ceased driving on tarmacs and tires decades ago. Paper money and the banking system are a fool’s paradise that only creates greed and wars. Women should be women, and men should be men. The darker the skin the more in tune with the cosmic order of creation.

The present world system is only a fabrication created and manipulated by the deranged and the deluded. A fish should be able to swim without choking to death on human waste products.

Cut down trees only when necessary because they give us the air that we need to breathe. And there is so much more we can be doing and should be doing if we take the donkeys by their tails and fling them away into outer whiteness where there are only week-old turtle soup and day-old chopped livers for them to covet.

So, what do you think? Do you really want to continue to be a happy-go-lucky? Be an ardent beer-drinking sports fan. A person seated comfortably and glued to the trivial.

A database hacker who has nothing better to do than to muddle software that works reasonably well, or a force of wonderful destruction and magnificent change. The universe awaits your answer.

Forlorn

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And so, he consigns himself to loving her from afar because he is HIV positive. Safe sex practices and procedures are his norms. The personal safety and well-being of others is his rule. Therefore, despite his love for her, he keeps to himself.

From a faraway place, his heart pours out for her. And so, it is that the remote is very close and the near is far away. Sadness is a joy because love is happiness even when it’s concealed. In a secret chamber, her jeweled smile is with him pushing away self-pity and despair.

From afar she is close to him, and therefore he loves her because she is. Within the dimness, there is a vision, and in the light, there is the sparkling of the darkness. And so, it is that far and near as it is combined into one. And in that one he adores her.

The creep is on the crawl, and that does not frighten him. The look is over there yet so close he can feel it. He smiles inwardly to himself as he thinks of her. He thinks of her and smiles privately to himself. The knowledge of his love is not for her. The clue of his enchantment for her is to her an unknown.

A breath away is death. A breath away is life. Paradise is a breath when he sees her. The thought of her empowers and comforts him amid whatsoever is there. There is life, and love, and darkness, and light with HIV. The rude has been put to sleep by the brightness of her adoring. The radiance of her darkness has vanquished the crude.

And so, he conceals his love for her because he is HIV positive. He is HIV positive, and so he veils his love for her. In his heart, he rejoices. In his heart he is sad. She is unaware that he is making loving to her because this is not for her to know. Her peace is in his nostrils, and her safety is in his mind.

The boat is adrift and refuses to sink but the moment will come when it slips away. Today he sees, today he sleeps, and today his love of her is whole and complete. To himself he keeps, and of her he loves, and there you have it for whatever it is worth.

How sick?

Darkness

How sick do some elements want to be?  When they see a black panther before their eyes, they willfully perceive it as being a white pig. To what extent are some willing to lie to themselves? When their vision of the Universe is only a product of their mind. When their reality is only an illusion that they have erroneously produced, that gives them a false sense of superiority over human beings.

How sick do some elements want to be? Why should human beings care if the choice of back-ass-wards elements of the natural is to live in a lie? A torrent of lies that are systematically falling apart at the seams, and there is nothing that they can do to prevent it from colliding with facts and reality.

Genetic anomalies have brought nothing but conflict and sorrow to the Earth and all of its many life forms. And not being satisfied with ruining the Earth, they reach for the Stars to spoil them as well. Biological deviants have transformed the Earth into a cemetery populated by the animated dead because there is no transcendent life within them, so they want to kill the people who do have life within themselves.

I saw the diadem of perfectly harmonious impeccable order on her head with the points of departures and the points of beginnings being the foundations for her feet. The pneuma emanating from her bright brown eyes melted away the light into a bountiful blackness that shines brighter than the mortal mind can conceive.

How sick do some human beings want to be as they happily wallow within the warped paradigm of the unnatural that by all accounts would be extinct had they not broken out of their ice cage and attached themselves to human beings?

Why have human beings allowed their honor and self-respect to be taken away from them by beasts? Also, why does a human being look to quirks of nature to give you what they have strategically taken away from you?

Likewise, why does a human being covet praise from biological degenerates that have no concept of what true praise is? And why does a human being find acceptance in the smile on a bastard of nature’s face that is tactfully concealing the contempt, scorn, and laughter that they have for you all the while knowing that a lie disguises itself in many forms?

I saw the apex of love and joy on his head and the steadfastness of the queen of the harmonious universe supporting his feet. The pneuma emanating from his bright brown eyes merged with her perfect unsoiled blackness and transformed the voluntary dead into self-thinking, fast-moving energies of true light and life.

I Wonder

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I Wonder

Thirdly-five minutes after midnight

I wonder what you are doing right now.

I hope that you are feeling fine, not in pain, and have peace of mind.

Perhaps you are asleep.

May your sleep be filled with soft, sweet dreams.

So far away, yet so close within my heart and mind.

Forty-three minutes after midnight

I wonder what is on your mind.

Are your thoughts those that give you rest?

I send out my thoughts to connect with yours.

Do you hear me in your mind?

Can you feel my love for you in my thoughts sent to you?

If you do, let me embrace you and cause the distance between us to fade away.

Fifty-five minutes after midnight

I wonder what you are doing right now.

Are you awake, or are you asleep?

You have no idea who I am.

You have no knowledge that I even exist.

So close and so far, away is my love for you.

That even the unknown is factual, and the unseen is visible.

Five minutes after one, I wonder about you.

As bright as the Stars.

And as soft and embracing as the Night are my thoughts of you.

How so abundantly I adore you.

So, enveloping do I love you.

Twenty-seven minutes after One

I wonder so lovingly about you.

Dream Interpretation

According to Wikipedia, “Dream interpretation is the process of assigning meaning to dreams. Although associated with some forms of psychotherapy, there is no reliable evidence that understanding or interpreting dreams have a positive impact on one’s mental health.” https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dream_interpretation

DreamWhack does not claim to be a dream interpretation site, it is a meeting place for dreamers to exchange their dream experiences with one another and come to their conclusion as to what their dreams are trying to tell them.

So-called experts use a broad stroke to interpret dreams whereas dreams are an individual and personal manifestation of a person’s life experiences, beliefs, emotions, culture, and physical and mental health.

For example, when I dream of running my legs are so heavy and stiff that moving them is greatly impeded. When I analyze dreams in which I am running the impediment of my legs seems to be the product of a job accident that placed me in a wheelchair and using a walker for over a year.

In another example, dreams where I feel confided and locked within myself struggling frantically to break free seems to be feeding off the fact that I have not been able to achieve the goals that I have been aspiring for.

Many other factors may influence what we dream, such as all the radio, microwave, and other electronic signals that are constantly interacting with the electronics of our brain. The subliminal input of external images into our dreams are high since these signals are coded messages and images and visions of our life experiences.

Ethereal Darkness

Haunting is the howl of the lone wolf during a moonlit night. What is the wolf saying to the thin air? What message is the wolf conveying to whatsoever that hears it? Airy Light and Ethereal Darkness know the wolf and its message.

Out of Ethereal Darkness came Airy Light. That Airy Light ignited into Spheres and Worlds. Those Spheres and Worlds gave birth to many elements and creatures.

Out of Ethereal Darkness came everything that is. Everything that is refreshes itself by transitioning into a new essence of being. This new being is the unchanging factor of eternity.

Ethereal Darkness holds all the ingredients of time and motion and caused the linear extensions to come about. Time and motion became an array of many substances as Ethereal Darkness sang a Song that only she knows.

The dazzling of All-Mother is the dazzling of wonders. These wonders are the amazements of the known and the unknown. The goal of expansion is to collapse back into Ethereal Darkness, where it existed before All-Mother sang her Song. Expansion desires this because of the perfect purities of its former home.

Haunting is the silent cry of a lonely person during the day or the night. Many are sound asleep that seem fully awake. Airy Light and Ethereal Darkness open her quintessence for these so that they may freely enter within her.

A fixed world transforms in less than an instant. Everything can be abruptly shaken out of its place in as short an interval as silence is between the notes of a Song. The righteous and the virtuous are just another way of saying absolutely nothing. Humanity wallows in the clutches of corruption that has been inflicted upon the world and its peoples by newcomers.

The matted floor has mildew living beneath it. A day in a person’s life is only one of many days that many cell tissues have died. Airy Light and Ethereal Darkness know this all too well, toughening the hopeless and welcoming the lonely at heart into time and motion. Do not weep with the weeper, nor laugh with the foolish. Stay sound and firm in your person. Be bold in your purposes, giving joy and peace to the world, beginning with that one person.