vendredi 23 octobre 2015

der Übermensch





His natural temperament is beyond all electronically conceivable rapture. There is no humanly imaginable category that could get near to describing what he is. That could possibly embrace, how much he's really just a meaningless or evil thing to the delusionally unkempt. 

He stands above the highest mind, where even the secret conscious heart might and can, went it wishes, loge itself, impregnably. A castle-forteress on a Great Rock, hit by a furious unrelenting wind.

He oversees, watching on diligently, upon the hammer and the nails and their carpentry.  Those "organic" mortal constructs which were made to dissolve into something better to be ordained.  And then, is finally eaten by the tiny beasts that lay hidden in the ruined confines, where augmented termites ingest among the sarin gases, the plastic pixels and the nano-bites in some ideological diplomatic garbage dump.

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Contemplating eternity.

I watch over my self's physical vassal(sic). 

Those who trod the bleak path, and have awakened : they too must hang from their own cross to sway, to and fro !  Frozen and paralyzed ! Trembling with froth at theirs mouths in rage, till anger subsides ! Weeping in the great disaster of humankind.

They too will be hit by great winds and slung into the mud. 

Fear can only invade the cowardly, the liar and those who are too lazy, wondering at their mysterious unjust misFortune ! ...with all its misshaping mishaps ! 

It will hurt ! and you will complain. But now you know. As did Lucifer ! 

We are sacred serpents eating at our own tails. The children of Odin. The anointed ones. Hiding in caves of hollow earth. To be resurrected.

Thunder and lightning flow in our veins. Our invisible friendship is the Living Sacred Spiritual Body of our God, who rips us inside out, unremittingly till, death to damnation and tears. 

There will be no peace till the blood in our soul, crushes all treasons, the traitor and all his dirty goëtic transes !

I have no need for hypnotic slogans. Dont pray. And while I sleep in the earth of my ancestors, God breathes in me.