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Part I - Immortal AwakeningThe small chamber opens with a sworling sound as the air-decompression is being emptied. The eyes of the newly awakened clone starts to flicker and then suddenly opens with a flash.
A voice from a incoming servant says “Welcome back, my Lord.”
These newly inhabited body always feels a bit odd the first minutes when waking up.
Kalen was all to familiar of this sort of transfer of the conciousness.
Although this time it all felt even more different. The various cybernetics and implants newly implemented in it sure did their tricks; His audio sensibility was greatly enhanced, allowing him to almost hear the servants heartbeat from meters away if he concentrated. His vision was also different; colours had become more clear and vivid than before, and he was able to pick up even the smallest details of his servant’s royal clothing. And as he started moving his arms and legs to step out of the cloning chamber, he clearly noticed that even his skin had hightened sensib
Part II - The Monolithic TruthKalen woke up with a rush, sitting straight up in his bed, his heart fast pounding inside his chest while he noticed he and all his clothes were soaking wet.
Docked in the Royal Khanid Navy Assembly Plant station orbiting Kihtaled VIII, Kalen found himself in his familiar suite he was provided by the Navy, taking a break from all the missions, all the killings, all the destruction that occured in his everyday life. He must have fallen asleep, and had a bad dream, he thought. Pushing away any other explanation, Kalen slowly walked to his bathroom, washed his face and looked into the mirror. He had changed drastically in just some months time. Touching himself on his scalp, he felt the newly set coronation of amarrian neural cybernetics that were to enhance his neural acitivty and block out disturbances. Further down his neck, right below his atlas, he felt the characteristic capsuleer sockets. Fully augmented, he had now gone from weighing 82 Kg to 162 Kg.
He stared at
Spiritual JigsawsJigsaws falling into place.
Levitating in the aerie of power, lust and defiance.
Here and now, the True People shows me the road to enlightenment.
With closed eyes, I see the beauty of transparent clarity.
Her divinity sanctioned, his will incarnate.
There is no starting or stopping – only doing.
InvestationI've come to invest.
Invest is time. In money. In my life.
I do that inevitably and often; without manners, concentration or actual afterthought. It may hurt my body, but essentially rips apart my mind. The only real medication that can be done is to be there.
To be in that moment, one the 'investment' is about to take place. And what do I invest my time in? In a frickin' video game? Or is it another virtual reality just as valid as this one?
What to I want to invest my time in? In my coming about family? In my work or studies? In my body? In my ideas and ideologic hopes? In a consumer product? In a new car or even a new house to "build something" upon.
Nevertheless, I put on my glasses, listens to BoC, and invest time to write this shit.
But then again, why not invest in everything at once? I guess the outcome of it helps us define ourselves in the abstract world that exists today - I 'helps' us. In the end, we can say either; "I'm a carpenter", "I run a consumer company", "I'm a musi
Capital Spiral DownSPEECHLESS TALK. CAPTIAL TOWN. RODENT ROUGHTALKS AND BACKGAMMON LAUGHTER
“While there is no resemblence to idiocracy in the human condition, there is no evidence of the contrary.”
LIMITLESS PASSION. LOVELESS LINGUINES. A HOUSEMOUSE IN THE DARK. LEFTOVERS FOR THE MACHINE.
“Tinkering low-lives of truths and basic standings. Believing their posture to be right and faithful… Let them burn in ashes till kingdom come.”
STANFORD UNIVERSITY SINGS. LAWNMOVER IN THE HORIZON. RASPBERRY HEARTACHE. HIGH TIMES NEWSDATER.
“Roger that. Exterminate and deprive. Wipe them out. All of them.”
FASHION. ROBOT ROCKET. POKÉBALL HAIRDRYER. LINGERING PAIN OF UNUSED NOODLES.
“What did you say?”
MANICAL LOVERS. COUGH OF SINKNESS. SERENTIY THROUGH THE EYE OF THE MANIAC.
“I just thought we were off to save the world.”
Time MachinePeople always dream about being able to go back in time,
but what they don't realize is that they can.
Every time you read a story, listen to a record,
or watch an old film, you're time traveling.
So go ahead, pick up a book, listen to a classic tune,
watch a movie, and discover your time machine.
EncouragmentOur days are numbered, and ain't that true?
You look on the news and only see whats prophecized in the Book of Revelations, but what can you do?
It's important that we expose people to Christ and his miracles. No, we cannot always influence them to believe, but we can at least tell them about the man of peace.
As for those who do/ who are beginning to realize Christ, try not to look forward to the upcoming days, but to Christ coming back. No matter what trials society tries to give us, no matter the discrimination we will feel, just always take refuge in Christ.
No matter what happens, if you believe Christ with all your heart and you choose to live by his ways, you will have a place in his home.
Inspired ProseWe all have things to say, most of us have something we really believe, or multiple things we could talk about for hours at a time; things that manifest themselves when you’re in the moment, when you’re not distracted with redundant information masquerading as truth and news. When you have a moment with yourself, and your life, and life as we know it is shifted into focus, put into perspective, you must realise how transient it all is. This increasingly dominant westernised way of thinking, and acting is not only promoting ignorance, and stupidity, but solidifying our stunted growth as humans and as our true selves –– whether that be a soul, a spirit or an energy.
To some this may be exhausting to think about, and to read about –– to me it’s exhausting to be surrounded by those that don’t think this on a regular basis, as they’ve already been poisoned by something; by the media, by experience, by the government, by societ
Infinity Complex.Infinity Complex.
This is something that has been on my mind for a little bit. I would like to share this complex with everyone, and find out if anyone else has thought of this.
The infinity complex is just that. A complex cycle of infinity.
Let's say I am traveling space, and 'ascending'. I reach far into space and reach a sign. (Theoretically) The sign says "YOU SHALL NOT PASS". The complex begins.
Why is the sign there? Who made the sign? If not whom, what made the sign? What made what made the sign? Why can I not pass the sign? Is there something stopping me from passing the sign? If so, is this the end of the universe? Is this something beyond the sign? Why would it be there in the first place? Is there something it doesn't wish me or anything to see? What created what that made this barrier? Is there something beyond what created what? Why can I read the sign? Why is it in my language? Is it in different languages depending on the thing that perceives it? If so, why? If
Lost in the Spiritual WorldMy Darkness:
I have been meditating since I was 12 years of age. It was not only to escape the world around me but it helped me a lot in doing so. A world full of bullying beings addicted to matter of all kind. At that time I lost sense nearly completely. I really was cut up from the world at my young age, seeking shelter in astral travel. Just to differentiate from them, not to put myself with them on one level, to detach myself from material the best I could. And I felt that I did not need it. There was no contact to other people and I neglected my body completely.
I came to know that it was a wrong way and I changed to another extreme that looked like helping others at any risk, running against walls, bashing my head, giving all but receiving mostly nothing, self-sacrifice as I was not able to help myself.
The last change took place in 1995 and I feel that this is now the right way for me.
During my astral experiences over three decades I have met a lot of entities out there, on the
Don't Get Me WrongIn the old days the quickest fast track to fame and glory involved sleepless hours, relentless drawings, painting, and studies month after month, and years of work to create a single masterpiece that would insure them that their name would be carved on the marble pillars in the great hall of history's famed and legendary artists. However, (and not all that surprising) one would only need to create MLP Fan Art in order to cast such a great shadow over all other artists that came before them.
Two waysOnce upon a time, two men, brothers in soul, wondered how to seek the path to wisdom, the older decided to live a hermit in the tallest of the cusp, to live and ponder the meaning of life by himself for some years, but the younger decided to stay in society and the safety of home, disposed of course to seek his own path with the favor of his people and the daily routine.
As the time passed and years changed, the countdown for the meeting was up one day, and both brothers encountered their stories, eldest opened up the conversation:
“During my time in the mountains I had time to ponder and think, the meaning of life and develop my mind, peace and feed my soul, and what did you learn, brother?”
“During my time at home, around my family and people I know, between my problems and my productive life, I learned many things from people, morals and valuable feelings from my mistakes and triumphs, my flaws and talents, I helped many people change just as much as they helped me
Wisdom Is Gained Through Good ExperienceWisdom. A word that is considered ancient, mystical in nature.
A word that brings the belief that the person who bears wisdom is a true sage.
A word that unknowingly serves as a separation between the common masses and the truly enlightened.
The truth is.......wisdom is shared by all beings, and it can be attained by all through the simplest of acts.
Wisdom is not gained solely by the reading of scripture and ancient tome, and not just through deep thought and contemplation.
It is not a high and mighty thing to be gained and hoarded by a chosen few.
For what is wisdom but merely the gaining of experience? The shared meaning of understanding between others and of oneself?
Wisdom comes in all shapes and forms, and it is tailored to the individual's preferences and needs.
It is not dogma, it is not scripture, and it is certainly not meant for just a few.
Wisdom is meant for all, and you already gain wisdom every day of your life, with every act you commit.
When you help s
ChoicesI make a choice to write these lines, you make a choice to read them. Symbiosis?
Choices that we consider small and some that we consider big. What's the difference between the big and the small choice anyway? What's in-between them? Where is the medium sized choice? People tend to say that it's the smaller, more frequent, choices that makes you into what you are – in the eyes of someone else, of course.
My choices elude me. Are they made out of a free mind? There are regulations to follow, laws and rules you should abide to. There are forms of mannerism and other f*cking ideas of how you should act, react and take action while choices are made. I guess I never was much of a, think first and choose thereafter, kind of person.
"Most people regard having choices as a good thing, though a severely limited or artificially restricted choice can lead to discomfort with choosing and possibly, an unsatisfactory outcome. In contrast, unlimited choice may lead to confusion, regr
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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