Spectrums of Possibility

What’s possible is tied to what’s likely, and what is likely is based on what’s Logical.

How likely is a Current of Wisdom to pass through, to replenish the Wellspring of Life? A parable for the Canon!

Multitudes of Beings, orbiting the Brilliant Truth, locked in the Celestial Dance.

I was elected Biggest Troll my Junior Year of high school, then Most Funny Senior Year. I wrote articles for the School Zine.

Endless font of stories, channeled into Mirrim’s Mask, through Pride.

Ego is just thought redefined. Don’t let some unknown Ego tell it what to do; assert the Hegemony of Mind.

The highly ordered Mind of Batman, accepting the Venom of the Joker. After that first step: there’s no going back.

I used to think I had to prepare for everything: prepared to lose restraints so carefully constructed and tested and experimented with.

Even a father of four, former Navy serviceman, told me. Something Big is Coming. The Pandemic was a test, how would the masses shift in response in escalating tension narratives. How could they achieve ultimate individuation?

Some people desperately hate themselves; yet still love Life. Maybe not theirs, but in general: the Living talk with the Living, and aim to live forever.

I pushed myself to my limits, every day, in every situation. First mentally, then physically.

Now: Spiritually. I dripfeed myself Love, and pour it out. I imagine a Halo of Benevolence connecting me to Source itself; where we all began, where we will return, where we must remain.

Our ideas about our ancestors fuels us. They watch over us, explain themselves through text and speech and deed.

I am worth Trillions. I bless and curse haphazardly; the Damnation by Faint Praise. It’s so subtle, yet so blatant. It enflames the Ego of the Enemy as it crumbles under its own weight.