Often... The Intentions of The Logos Make No Sense to Mortals... Coming and Going on The Slipstream of The Helix.
Tumbling at The Will of Heaven, Or Resisting The Will of Heaven. It's All Necessary for The Drama of Life.
A Cabal of Tamasic Retrogressive Orcs has Taken Over The School Cafeteria, and... We have A Hostage Situation.
The Problem with Science is that It Has No Compassion. If Science were A Person... It would be A Sociopath.
Fallen Angels and Prodigal Sons Set Sail in a Beautiful Pea-Green Boat and... Never Saw The Dragon in The Water.
There are Still Rules on Both Sides of The Equation. People Discover This When The Piper Comes to Call.
Either We Get Our Real Priorities in Order... or We Die Trying to Save What has No Real or Lasting Value.
What you Want and Don't Want Will Keep Waving The Red Flags of Desire and Aversion Before Your Eyes.
When One is Seriously, in A Determined Fashion, Walking The Path of Love, Angels Become Your Steady Companions.
You are Moving Through a Zombie World of Restless Dreamers, Who... Do... Not... Know... That... They are Asleep.
A Child's Mind Does Not Sit and Worry About the Coming Night. The Child Dances in The Sun, Alive... in... That... Moment.
Now They Have Switched to Their Latest Pederast's Lament of The Funky Chicken Monkey Pox... Ha Cha Cha Cha!
"Evil is The Uncertainty of Outcome... in The Camouflage of The Moment. Evil is Raw and Undisciplined Force.
The Real Stars, not Brittle Little Rhinestone Glitter Monkeys, Performing for The Organ Grinder with The Horns.
A Great Light Shines Through The Veils of The Darkness of This World for Those Who have Opened Their Inner Eye.
Like Vignettes, Snapshots of Moments, Individual and in Series, You Have Life in Demonstration of The Moment.
The Essential Drive of Life is The Urge to Freedom, and Love is The Force that Gives it The Wings of Transport.
This is Why The Entrance to The Howling Unknown of The Undiscovered Self is Littered with Caution Signs.
The Mid-Terms are Not Just Half Your Grade. It's Pass-Fail... Learning to Carry Starlight in a Bottomless Pail.
It Probably Seems Inspired and Foolproof to The Uninspired Fools with The Treasure of Sierra Madre Flu.
The Skies are Lit with Enchanting Lights. They Glitter and Gleam for a Moment and Then... The Lights Go Out.
Let Them Bring You Soma and Cool Your Metaphysical Forehead in The Temperate Zone of Love Materialized.
Find The Resonance. Then You Hear The Music of the Spheres. Then You Dance in Perfect Harmony with Heaven.
Wow! Talk about a Flame Retardant for The Divine Fire! No Reason for Me to Keep Looking for What I Already Have.
It Is More of a No-Brainer, in Both Senses of The Term. It Is The Product of Either Clarity or Confusion.
You Have to Free Yourself from The Tyranny of Appearances... That are Coming at You Through a Glass Darkly.
Imagine a Coiling Spiral, Rising Into Light, and... A Reversed Spiral, Sinking Into Darkness... and Separation.
It is a Creative Fever Descending from Within. It is The Progeny of a Divine Flame that Quickens The Human Spirit.
There is This Shadow Cabal. Sometimes It is Called The Deep State, Sometimes It is Called, The Illuminati.
Ectoplasmic Demon Masks, Appear in The Space that is Rippling Behind Them, Like Water in The Wake of a Shark's Fin.
The Looser the Waist Band, the Deeper the Quicksand. It's Either Risky or Risque for The Insane and Profane.
Sex Nazis & Transgender Storm Troopers. Limp-Wristed Academia... and Assorted Reincarnated Jacobins and... Jerkoffs.
Time to Stop Trying to Understand the Wang Dang Doodle and Simply Come into Harmony and Accord With It.
The Figureheads at The Head of Their Respective Governments, are Hand-Puppets Controlled by Bankers.
They Have the Light Necessary to Cast Shadows, and Raise Creatures of Fear Born from Poisoned Imaginations.
Point Yourself in The Right Direction. It Will Turn Itself On. Everything You Do, Weakens or Empowers You.
The Whole of The City is Lit with Ubiquitous Light. Present Everywhere, The Source Remains a Mystery.
Groups Come and Go. Their Influence Rises and Falls. They are Members of The Outer Order of Temporal Control.
Let's Go Time Traveling Through the Mesozoic in Search of The Elusive Trannysaurus Rex. All Aboard!!!
It's a Casual F-ck and Forget Monotony of Anonymous Bodies, Tumbling Through an Ever-Deepening Darkness.
There are All These Hidden Laws in Life that See To The Outworking of Destiny According to Character, in You.
The Robot Mind of Zombie Allegiance, to The Glitter and Glow of The World, is a Timeless Affliction.
It is Heartbreaking to Watch The Clueless... Swearing their Undying Fealty to a Demon in Human Form.
We Became Crazy... Via the Unreasonable Perspective of Defining Ourselves According to Everything Else.
Step Away from The Camouflage that Conceals What Seeks to Eat You. Serve Your Self on God's Dinner Table.
Some Truths Apply to Your Inner life. Some Apply to Your Outer Life, AND Much Can be Lost in the Translation.
These are Very Tense Moments on The World Stage. May God Be Merciful to Fools Who Know Not what They Do.
The Outcome is a Testimony to The Journey. Life Itself Arranges and Accommodates To... and Around You.
This is What We Learn Through Pain and Suffering, and There is No Pain and Suffering Without Attachment!
These Transmitting Entities will be Making The Real Safe Spaces; It's the Difference Between Woke and Awakened.
The Hobgoblin Mind-Wash that is The Fundamentalist Record of Who Begat What and What Begat Who is Not For Me.
May The Spirit Update Your BIOS, and May You Dwell in the Paradise of Devotion for The Author of The Sun.
The Ukrainian Transsexual Army of Global Degenerates Meets The Sword of God on the Playing Fields of Karma.
Love Becomes the Most Profound and Powerful Form of Protection... Once You Understand How Mirrors Work.
You Die to The Personality so that The Singularity Can Shine Through; “Pick Up Your Cross and Follow Me.”
They Are Passing Chimera... Ghost Soldiers Marching into Battle, Under the Banner of The Separated Self.
Do You Know What Happens When You Twist Early Sexuality Like a Soft-Stool Ice Cream Cone into Tempered Rebar?
God Stays in The Background Unless You are REALLY... REALLY Serious and Determined about The Presence.
What's Really Happening is That You are Headed to The Scrap-Heap Where All the Broken Toys Go to Die.
Put It Another Way, it is The Man Who SHOULD Walk the Dog. He Should not Permit the Dog to Walk Him.
It Was A Cosmic Mystery to be Solved by Him, …and The Golden Screw in His Navel Was a Sign of Favor from Heaven.
I Can Hear the Fundies of All the Rigid and Materialized Religions, Howling Like a Banshee Tranny on PCP.
You See Shadow-Overlays on The Bright Shining Screen. I Was Going to Say White... but, You Know What I Mean.
The Classic Dances of Archetypes and the Travesties Upon Them. It Is What It Is... Even When It Is Not.
It is in times Like These that One Sees the Sleaze and Hypocrisy of Those Who Create War for Profit.
I Am Moving Through the Minds, Euphemistically Present Behind their Eyes and I See Something Forming.
Instead of a Real Tidal Wave, There is a Tidal Wave of Bullshit Rolling Over The Land of the Stupids.
Look at What Can't be Seen, but Intuited... Because The Outside... is Just The Inside on a Larger Scale.
They Most Especially Want to Shut Down Our Access to The Pineal Gland and Kill Our Spiritual Nature.
You and God, Dancing in a Thousand Reflecting Pools and Mirrors in Which the Light of Heaven Shines.
Do They not Know What an Apocalypse Is? Does It Make any Difference? Not to The Apocalypse It Doesn't.
Sometimes a Great Disappointment is Necessary to Understand and Appreciate the Beauty of Simplicity.