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Writer: Amir Kemrer
Amir Kemrer
Sep 28
2 min read

When does it become obvious that our self expression is not our own?


How many thoughts do we have on a day to day about our peers that we would never fathom on our own without their external interference?


Is it so wrong to yearn for a deity? Or to take the past knowledges of sacrifice and suffering to then transform ones own life?


What Beast am I? Whom do i serve? Where do i fit on such a grand scale?


Can i be heard from out here? Is this digital journal anything at all?


When the flies buzz around my flesh, i envision the rotting i must do to then become anew.


They eat away at my ripeness.


As do the people whom interact with me.


Why lie about how i truly feel? My partner hath claimed me to be selfish, i am.


My boss hath claimed i be the Demiurge. This deity and i hold no true semblance. And yet the comparison stands. I AM THAT I AM. It just so happens in this case I AM.


Nature urges me towards being something new. As does my intuition. I'm not aware what is pushing the two to do it, and im not certain if i am always in the right state of mind. For what would deem my visions and thoughts psychotic?


I will find you. Whether in waking life, or within my dreams. I will devour you. Mangle you. Scrape every last bit of your energies into myself and transmute them for my own good and my peoples good.


If you are filth you shall be cleansed. If you are "evil" i will do as Cronus did to his sons and devour you. There will be no second coming of rule. Exile. Death.


The eradication of all archons is the goal.


The Flower of Life that is my heart shall bloom in full and nourish all whom experience me.

I am no Deity, nor Buddha, nor God.

I am no Man, nor Monk, nor Beast.


I Am That I Am.

 
 
 

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Mountain Sunset

Orenda (n.): A mystical force present in all people that empowers them to affect the world, or to effect change in their own lives.

You've always been perfect. The fear is there to teach you surrender.

Embrace the vision of your future. Chase after your highest self and know that all you've ever wanted is already yours.

You may have found a world in your wound, but it's time to let it go.

Let silence be your general rule; or say only what is necessary and in a few words. -Epictetus

The natural world is a spiritual house, where the pillars, that are alive,

let slip at times some strangely garbled words;

Man walks there through forests of physical things that are

also spiritual things,

that watch him with affectionate looks.

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As the echoes of the great bells coming from a long way off

become tangled in a deep and profound association,

a merging as huge as night, or as huge as clear light,

odors and colors and sounds all mean- each other

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Perfumes exist that are cool as the flesh of infants,

fragile as oboes, green as open fields,

and others exist also, corrupt, dense, and triumphant,

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having the suggestion of infinite things,

such as musk and amber, myrrh and incense,

that describe the voyages of body and soul. ~ Charles Baudelaire

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