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January 2002

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January 2002
As if there was an answer! As if the sky would open and show
me a way to live free and happy. To see my life in some sort
of utopia away from the reality that binds us together. Why
must it be this way, why have you, in your hart found nothing
but the lost days of what could have been and as I retire to my
warm bed do I know that my fate is so much better. I wish this
struggle was over I wish I was done with this life, I have seen
more then I ever wanted, and pain is all I even know. The love
that I have is so often abused that fear is nothing, and life
never ends, for me. But sill I cry to the powers let this end;
only to remember there is only one way out...
It is in the forest near the river where the just past the top of
the hill, at bottom. Tall trees shade the earth and light green
moss blankets the ground. It is there where the future waits to
be uncovered and the past slowly turns to dirt. This fifty foot
across circle is unbroken, and marked on all sides with the
symbols of the counsel one on each tree facing the center, on
eight points. A line where no life grows stretches from one
tree to the next forming octagram on the forest floor. Standing
in the center looking up there is a break in the tree line, so that
at noon in the summer the sun shines down on the center.
THE REASON I HAVE ASKED YOU HEAR I now see that
action is necessary and will in the end stop the further onset of
what has come to be known as The Third Day of Tilmisakia. If
not understood, then it was not meant to be understood only to
be misinterpreted in passing. For now what is understood is
nothing more then a week convection of principles beneath
which is the idea that all, that is understood could and usually
is misinterpreted at some point along the way from, idea to
thought, to conversation to thoughts interpretation and in some
cases back down to an idea that is far different from that
intended. Solved only when that idea is the same. Then
conversation is the practice of reiterating, that which was
already understood. And instead of convincing it becomes the
challenge of applying. For no time is wasted on those who can
not understand. We are not to practice to convert instead it is
the practice of life in the aversion of the tangible world, and
the week willed have always fallen pray to fears of moral lusts
for life and such things. Let them ours is the thicker blood,
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running deep within the thoughts of all. Our dreams are the
future of the meek and feeble minded and in this there is
practical application of otherwise useless parasols of
information. Deep within random sub-conscience flurry of
these parasols is in my experience the best expression of Idea.
That being the ultimate in nothing more then illogical jargons
or in is it in fact what makes or breaks all of our dreams and
aspirations as we raise toured the hollow gold plated trophy of
life.
If you know the law then you know that law is only in place to
serve the common man and if law becomes burden, then it is
not law it is a dark shadow of the true hierarchy left in place
by people to week to blame the culprit and bath instead in self
pity and regret. This, my last day will bring light to more then
just your true conviction but also to help to reevaluate the
heathenistic self-evident indignities of those left without
further recourse. Than almost without regard life is restored
and those left in pain dwell truly in a love of their pain, and
their self induced hell is of course, preserved. For most though
existence is revitalized and life is love or a exaggeration of our
perception of need. We see no other way. Embrace my words,
in yours. In life you chose only one true goal and if yours is to
survive you have doomed yourself to fail.
Fallen from the grace of the test, and engulfed in the flames of
the false fire in the lost world. Last of the sacred! Last of the
beloved unknown! If buy chouse or by fate, what is needed
will work. Find your self looking at soulless drowns, in a
living hell. In the days before the cast, before the limitations of
our mortal creation we lived as evolved as lost life in a
limitless universe of tedium. In the known, in the beginning,
Brothers gather your needs and reform the belief in life. Now
is our hour, awaken!