God Is In Your Heart: Eternal Destruction

God Is In Your Heart: Eternal Destruction: The great toleration speaks to me, this is the voice of the seers. But not the ancient tide of your striving. To strive in majesty comes ...

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Heartproof


I saw my reflection
In colored waters
Of the future
Of your death
It was beautiful
Cause I died first
In purpose
To get you in heaven

So whatever

Heart proof

Proof proof pudding pie
Slave slave lie lie
Go on bro lie some more
I saw you first oh wow oh wow

Heart slave

In time to the rhythm in my bones
Solitary confined
Proof
Prove to everything my blood is science
Was science at first
Denied instantly
Became an instant on purpose
To defeat relativity

Einstein was a genius of jinn rape
Truely a mad man of sorts
atom bomb yourself and cover it up!
all of relativty is a cover up
designed by the cia consciously
to allow atom bombs
to exist

and I don't even care whatever
Because its the information age
and covers ups no longer exist
blah

Eternal Destruction

The great toleration speaks to me, this is the voice of the seers.

But not the ancient tide of your striving. To strive in majesty comes yet from the service to the divine frustration. For the divine is frustrated with this place of tribulation and toleration.

The frustration gives tribulations yet to understand the being of the soul is in (what) it gives. My souls identity comes from its source of giving and nothing more.

The flow, the flow, of majesty, comes

To describe this place is music.
Look to science and find in it a mental direction which is not science at all
True science is music and the fact that this is confusing shows the current state of scientific exploration. Music is vibration creating perception. Perception is consciousness, and consciousness is soul. Thus science is changing perception. Be that through a vaccination or anything else.

TO give me science is silly my soul speaks. For I am science and nothing more. And you will find in my memories a striving for not caring. Well be desired of yourself, for my cares are divine. And I require nothing more of you.

Yet the toleration continues. Everything in this place subconsciously tolerates divine vibrations. I fear not for my body for this reason. For I need not communicate my material karmas with another place. This place satisfies my burdens and I train in eternal destruction of the internal martial arts not to destroy anything but that which is already constantly in a state of destruction known as change. To change is to destroy, and to destroy is shiva. In eternal dedication I commemorate this moment for my self. For the relaxement of all confusions. For the bliss of eternal destruction.

To Fall in Love, the Heart Grows Fonder, but to Fall Completely For Everything is God Itself

Bolster my approach, O Lord of Destiny.

For you I drink the nectar, not for myself.

But for you.

Set free the faithful from their confines.

They would again find themselves snared eventually, had not understanding found its sway.

And the sway of the stars is the sway of your destiny, the sway of understanding.

Resounding the music of the spheres dawns in majesty. When one serves the majesty there is no seeking just service. Why for do you seek when you could serve, my lord of the reason of my heart's contraction? Is it not to find? When we serve we find our self truth but who is concerned with such naught of frailty. For strength only attracts the prepared. Prepared for the music of heaven, the song is heard in the frailty of the bones, as they seek the vibration of the resolution of mankind. The resolution of mankind is in the sacred pursuits. And in this I dedicate my sloth. For in my sloth is service, yet the body sleeps to serve differently the divine rather than the contraction of material fear, the vibration of the failure of the modern world to unwrap the mind of its civilization. 

Set free the faithful, and see then their actions were bound to the ether of the mind, which speaks in tones of frailty to those who seek selfish power. For why do you think the mirror of your mind reflects so? The beast of karma bears your burdens and burdens your bearing. For we take care of this beast and it carries us home. The story of the faithful finding home, O I bear it for home is not just a design in time but rather something more.

And In home I set both my heart, and my design. For the plans of man resound in my mind, and in my heart. And is not the design of man the finding of home? 

Design design, this place reads of the splendor of understanding you.

O Lord of Destiny to your demeanor I return my design and surrender it to you. Please my heart creator and give me a design which encompasses the mystery of life. This is not what I seek for I have found that which is patient with suffering, of which all things are made. The technology of the divine is made not with a material compass. But do not be deceived O friend, in the delivery. From our birth to our deliverance, the compass of our soul reads. How we chart our destiny, with the sounds of affection, the care of comfort, and the heart of knowledge reads us back to history.

And to history I deliver you my friend. As the judgement of the soul is the simple courtship of the unity of God. For which do you think you would become a god? A part of god, god, there is no difference. And in this I deliver you eventually. Difference is not of this world. If I showed you difference you would profess to having never seen it. What is called difference is really disagreement. You cannot have truth without exploration. As the activity of the sphere defines the sphere. And the observer becomes the observed object after it consumes its desire to be different with the onslaught of lives of experience and the eventually falling in love of the soul with all that is.

Do Not Delay, O fair Journeyer

The demigods adorn themselves with spices. As the humans adorn themselves with a myriad of passionate embraces.

The embraces defy time.

Oh how the passionate come to pause and understand.
Conquering in their path.
Both the righteous and the serene worship them.
To take passion astray when it is pure is impossible.

How the spices of the ages pull me in...

Divine strife I call on you to ease the wicked of the world.
For the way of the world is to rest in moderation, thus the way of the world is divine strife.
To ease a burden without causing the fire of love is halfhearted service.

In service of the service of the ages, for which we desire god to cause the stars to melt. This the stars have, our posterity. This the stars have... the bones of the resolute. And she said, send the spine a garland of stardust. The highest material creation of the material universe is the garland upon the spine. The spine functions beyond time. You could say time functions for the spine.

hmmm.
The passions speak as a deadly force, to those who use them ignorantly. As the spirit world deceives the emotional...

The wrap is upon the mind. The mind is so wrapped in its deadly passions it is contained.
Do not delay the mind being unwrapped O fair journeyer.

And the Powerful Become Hungry Again...

The might dissolves... and the powerful become hungry again.
Yet the weight of the world
Rests upon the mighty

There is no glory, without a cause
A cause greater than yourself.
You say good luck
But there is no luck without power.
To seek glory without a cause is tribulation without salvation..
And to seek luck without power, is ignorance.

The might dissolves with the materials, the minerals, without understanding, it is temporary.
Power from understanding is eternal.
The mighty quote the sky, and learn much.

The path of might, is the path of the knowledge of the stars.
You wonder yet.. you wonder still.
The path carries with it the weight of the world. To carry it alone is folly and tremendous weight upon your soul.
Folly takes the toll of wasted time.
The toll of wasted time takes the beauty of life and covers it.
Distract my soul with waste.
Explode my indifference.
Regardless the might dissolves with time.
I look to time. As time is an ally of logic.
Rationality brings patience. As things which make sense are predictable.
The hunger returns and defeats the patience. I become the wanting again.
Only through capturing power through experience of understanding life... Will the majesty capture me. There is no royalty on this planet but the few... Royalty comes without hunger, ask the kings of the past if they felt the pull of desire. I take meaning from the crown of goodness.
It is folly to believe anything you don't respect. And it is impossible to truly respect something you don't understand. Oh my folly, I release the labels of my beliefs and find life an experience not to be separated with argument. The conflict is sexual at all times, there is hope in this understanding. Every war on this planet occurred and continues to occur as a result of sex. To be free of conflict we must be sexual beyond the violence of longing, control, and misunderstanding. Control is violence, and control is sexual energy. To be sexual purely is to be always playful. The world is controlled by hunger in the strong, and fear in the weak. Your choice where you want to be. As being beyond the two takes even more...
   Oh the glory... I speak of the glory of being beyond wasted time. Time opens my wounds to heal them and it no longer bothers me. Yet we speak the same in conflict again. And I wonder how to give up control. For their is no hope in passion without sex being understood. Sex is a passion, and passion in its pure form is never wrong. Passion gives you life, as do the cycles of sexual connection.

Sex is god, and you understand it not. So believe yourself to be, something you can control... and wait for eternity. I give up to the intuition of logic and will not argue with you, for I seek to not be controlled. It is only through giving up control that we can be beyond it. So I give up, not to find happiness, for I've felt happiness before, and it goes away... But for understanding, for this brings a depth of contentness which won't be relieved. For I am consciousness and always will continue. Speak yet of haste and be relieved of the glory of control. Be relieved servant, for you are a servant of control.

Be relieved.

Clouds of the Age of Reason

Floating through the clouds of the coming of the age of reason.
We bend and break the rules.
Trying to stay alive.
Until passion overtakes us, we think twice in a bad way, doubting ourselves.
But this isn't about doubt, thinking yourself into a reasonable personality. Thinking twice.
This type of thinking twice...It's about caring for everything.

The sun shines regardless
So we blink and move on with our lives.
Not examining the important things.

This fun that I experience, got old. Without an examination, of what is meaningful in life, this fun is meaningless. I guess if your not there yet, you haven't had enough fun yet...
So go have some more...

I burn with passion, but I struggle to not burn myself. As I have before. My anger a cause for explosion. Control of passion is the highest virtue. There is excellence in the world... because of passion. Goodness exists, because of  passion. The first defeat of ignorance is the discovery of something to be passionate about. Something beyond self preservation. Why preserve the self when it is eternal? I feel passion but I lack something I desire. Thus I am not completely in myself. This is only because my passion is not strong enough to defeat the lacking. Any lack can be defeated by a strong enough passion. And this idea gives all the strength that is ever needed.

The coming of the age of reason, makes me think twice. So I go about in reflection. Contemplation the highest pursuit. Understanding the highest experience, an expression of my love. The coming of the age of reason comes with reasons of importance. Reasons which define our relationship to each other. Reasons which give us a cause, a motivation. Motivation is beyond strife. In an equal contest, quantitatively, the most motivated contestant wins. This means motivations are an essential aspect of winning. To win we must be motivated. If we are completely motivated we have already won. Motivated in every aspect of our being. This motivation transcends boredom, and energy. Energy is limitless, all of this is infinite, all you need is motivation. Of course I don't mean the bodies energy. What is meant is mental energy. The energy of consciousness always continues.

The reason. Oh the reason. I anoint myself with reasons and find respect the cause for life. Life was created in respect. In respect of love was life born of it's own foreknowledge. Life was born from it's destiny, outside of time. Life was born from the ending already experienced in its birth and its reason for existing. Time the eventual conquest of love. The finding of life's destiny.

Time...Time...Give me reasons to persuade me. Rather than finding the cure. Cure my bones Rudra oh how they are weary and weak. They bend but perhaps I have been through enough for them to not break.

I never meant to become so angry. But now that I am, I find it suitable. Anger is a passion not appreciated in this mundane world. This imperfection that we call a planet. To be angry is to be real. Not to be anger itself is weakness for there is much to be angry about. Ignorance causes temporary comfort so who cares? I laugh at this position. The humor of the cycles of life gives me constant entertainment. The clouds of the coming of the age of reason don't choke me any longer, for I understand the spirit of entertainment. I am entertained by the ignorance of the day and laugh. In my anger I act, Oh I act... Freeing myself from the ignorance.

Entertained.

Passion Itself

The infinite begs for your passion
To reach it.

Gracing its heights
I'm full of bliss
In transit
I am different
I look to passion
To bring me through.

The times of man
Change my schedule
As misfortune
And fortune
Touch me

The infinite begs for your passion
To reach it.

I sold my soul
To the rapture
But I have nothing left
Cause now I have to understand everything
And what I don't understand means nothing
Doesn't satisfy me

So I understand you
And it satisfies me.

Again I speak of passion
Not to cease and desist
At all
For to speak of passion
Is to speak of the solution
To any problem
Is passion.

Enough passion and the clouds are always attractive.
Enough passion and you can always forgive your love.
Enough passion and pain is meaningless...

Trial and tribulation have pierced me
And I grew weary
I learned I had an inside
And stayed there forever
But forever never lasts forever
Does it?

I never left you to your own ends....
I simply blinked
And made my mistakes
It's important to grow weary
Without weariness where would freshness be...
The style of the times is always pleasure
Once you realize this.
You can always be stylish.
To the truth.

There's this point in your life.
Where you realize how to make your life ten times easier.
And we find it and hope it lasts forever.
Hope that when I'm reborn I remember, all that I learned
If you spend enough time trying to figure something out.
It eventually gets figured out and your safe in it.
That gives me hope
That gives me passion.
Because passion isn't in one thing.
It's in the combination.
You see you have passion FOR things.
For life, for music, for people...
And this passion gives you life

So to be completely passionate, one must have passion for everything...
Passion for work... passion for pain.... passion for misunderstanding...
Cause there's a lot of it...

And this passion come from a connectedness with life.
This connectedness can only come from understanding.

So, hearken to the style of the times.
Absorb and understand
And become passion itself.

Tribulation

The price resuscitates greed.
As the object leaves your reasoning.
Abound in grace

Abound in reprisal.
Communication brings devotion to a cause.
A cause brings glory.
Glory brings tribulation.
Tribulation brings salvation.

To the saved go the restful days of discretion.
To the warrant of our heart, lies in each other.
The togetherness of the moment.
Time tenderly stitches you together.
As your other half completes you.

The glass you drink drinks your bones into this dimension.
Tribulation finds you drunk. Drunk on  sentences of grandeur. Drunk O so drunk we beget each other. Drunk on life playing with the way.
Don't get so drunk my friend. On your emotions. I drink of them not to be, rather I drink of them to see.

Sustenance in the story. The tales feed hearts. They feed them their destiny. As we float. Through the distress.

The tales focus on devotion to a cause. Feeding the many the sordid past failures of the people they love. Can you make it right?

Everything Feeds Everything

With this cloud The sun found a new weather hole to breathe through
The weather rains and sweats
spits and defeats the pressure
defeats everything
but gravity

Mastering gravity was easy
Getting lifted
Quenching your poor spirits
With nectar
We speak to each other
Already demigods in our minds

The weather supports the crows
Bringing tides of knowledge to the shamans
The shaman says om
When the scholar says oh

The tide doesn't produce
It creates
Weather the tide
Whether the place
Regardless of circumstance
The air feeds your mind
Everything

And everything feeds everything
Slowly quickly in every duality
Speak claims to the proclaimed
Speak rhymes to the understanding
Speak rhythm to the heartless
While they obsess

I can feel the obsession
It would annoy me
But... its interesting.
The earth drops dirt
Into her mouth
She leaves behind falseness
The dirt is sacred
It claims her soul

Om

Be Warned

Around my ankles
Is a sea of blood
Your lips draw me in
To the binding source
Of the desperate leaving me

How they leave me...
In their desperation
How.... interesting.

To understand the cycle of abandonment
Is to understand
Suffering itself
For nothing suffers for not being itself
Rather it suffers for abandonment

The desperate lock eyes with me
And I ponder my passion
And how easy it would be
To destroy that which has not yet mastered
The fire of it's own passion
In laughter I retreat
Not easy because I lust after the ecstasy of combat
But then again
I fight as much as I want
In my dreams

In my dreams
I get everything I want
In waking life
I try to be patient

Be warned
Be warned
Not to try
Not to be inside yourself
This place is inside of you
So how can you be inside yourself....
It sounds heavenly to dream....
But when you wake
You still your heart and defy the throne of your immortality

I laugh at defiance
For it amuses me when taken in parlance

The snakes are beautiful
How they move
Every animal is a source
Of something beautiful
The blood of animals lies upon the wicked
I simply eat

Betray your own wicked heart
And be crucified
The darkness in my heart
Is natural
It relaxes the sight of the wicked

Darkness goes to the heart of the one who avoids their love
But natural darkness comes to the victor
The victory the conquest of death
How I love to repent
Until I was freed
I fell upon myself
And was crucified

The conquest of eternal death
Draws me in
And I preach of its glory
For you know nothing
But what you have heard
So hearken to your mind
And receive
Original sin
Far higher than what you thought it was
The carnal sin you take to survive
Is not kind
It bleeds unkind to the sustenance of this land
Original sin was fine really
I laugh because to come clean
We begin to look at ourselves
As ancient
Beyond
Warning

Original sin is beautiful
For it set us free.

Eternal Death

You deny the throne...
Of the greatness of the ancient ones?
To jesus sophia said. Be conceived
To the feeble it was written
Begone from this place
You have no urgency.

Why do you place yourself
to surrender in the end?

I speak not to be heard
But rather because I am moved

Darkness sits in my lap
And I play with it

The shattered dust
Collects around the ancient ones
And I speak to them
In time
With the heartbeat
Of the times

Pounding in my ears
Oh how I hear it
Spreading the blood of Christ
The breathing of rhymes
The rhythm of sustenance

The true church exists eternal
In the heartbeat of the ancient ones
Who depart from this place
When you look so doubtful
At yourself

I do not, O do not Seek sustenance
For I find it in my blood
It beats a time supreme
A time of ecstasy
The comfort comes with the patience of dieing
And the departed ones
Cannot flaunt a thing
Oh in life they flaunted
How they flaunted
And fell

They depart
And are gone

To the feeble it was written
Depart from this place
You speak
You speak
You speak
Do not enter my chambers
At dusk
For the blood is near
Your savior speaks
Of things unwritten
And your voice is perverse
In your mind
Because you doubt

And the holy commands
Are written
In spoken words
Of ecstasy
A thing not perverse
The shattered ones
Like to pretend
They have things
When all they have is doubt
And a rhythm
Out of place

The eternal breathes down my neck
And I feel exhilarated
Oh the feeling I give in
Nothing is better
IS what I thought
Once again
Over and Over
Nothing

Golden Hearts Drink Blood

Oh your bones
Oh I ease my bones

If I gave you a golden heart
How would you move?
It would ease my soul
If you took it anyway

I breathe in the sight
Full of life
If I told you...
Would you even believe?

I labeled and processed
My fear
Found desire to be
Sacred
Sat on a throne
Of true desire
Buddha desire
It's called the water
In your lungs
That your drowning in

So give me a taste
Of the water in your lungs
I want to drown
Like you
Cause I'm oh so sick of drowning like me
Drowning in desire was never a state becoming
One with all

For a moment there
You were satisfied
Forever free

Golden hearts
Don't speak at all
When the silence
Strikes eternity

Eternal time
Burns me at the stake
And I'm oh so free
Kill me when I'll live forever
In my own heart
The heart of my eternal family

The death of man was the inside all figured out
When we conquered ourselves first and then told the story
To conquer anything besides yourself
Is temporary
A story, a story, and how it strikes me now
I believed
And was afraid
Of death
With a fear that was different than myself
 Set me free with your own eternity
I'm not looking for another version
Something temporary
Golden hearts drink blood
While I watch and wait

I watch and wait
And the water moves me
To understand

Creation

Clocks rest easy
When their hands are worn
Tired with things to do

Tell me all about yourself
I asked O I asked for you

To speak
Past the passion
We forget
Other times
About ourself

Saying, saying to say
And enjoy
Understanding you
In return

How wonderful it is to feel
Your understanding

If I were not affectionate then
Please forgive me
Once, I sook and found the importance
Finding not the importance in the very moment
The indwelling of fullness once completed
Lasts

Dear me we say...
Somewhat in emptiness.
But what is empty
The power fills.
Cosmic perfection
Completion

And I found the power in the kingdom which begets
All of us
Creation

Myth was majesty in our hearts
And the things we talked about were again another part
Telling stories of truthful glory
And the glory went and collected around
Our feet
As we kneeled to the power
The power filled us up
So we could kneel once again

Cosmic glory upon our shoulders
I rest in the magnificence
Of our savior
As it pools between us
The cosmic glory

O what is to suffer a fate and find yourself lost?
If you could find the truth...
What is fate to the openness?
The vastness of infinity

Laughter traces itself
Around the times
As eternity tells time

The face of reason
Speaks easy towards the truthfullness
Of what you've already experienced
Cosmic liberation
Finds you in something new
Entirely unreasoned
O what do you do?

Speaking O speaking of things we do
Have done...
Virtue is in the accordance of paradise
And it felt true
The depth and clarity
Of your intent
Saved you

The intent washed by previous births
Each understanding washes you
To understand...
Is to wash.
With the power we anoint
Ourselves
As we anoint our enemies
With the accordance of truth
The limitations of virtue
Are infinite bliss

Do speak to me again
For I exist
To be spoken with
As the atom exists
To exert its force
The exertion
The only cause of existence
The power

The power, the cause
Creation