The Path to My Illusions

To sum things up, when refinements ran high, which kept me busy inside, I become easily influenced by outside factors since blinding myself to the surroundings. Parts of nature had a field day as succulent ideas that lacked a foundation appeared as strong, healthy facts inside a distortion as I wandered off in life.

Get-Rich-Quick Schemes and Multi-Leveled Complexes were at the top of my to-do list, and I didn’t care whether they were legal or not. Gradually, I’d enter into a strong Sensation Based Reality over a long period utterly ignorant to any oncoming tidal flipside-wave heading back my way.

Also, I turned into a medium on behalf of this dense part propelling the same complicated direction onto the next, so they too assimilated into the adware, malware, and so on. Once these programs locked in, that was it, out came the zombie in all of us. Speculatory fruits would then go on to infect the following vulnerable host and increase processing each step of the way.

And, as for explaining how the bug hurt me, I simply stripped myself of smarts as energy leaked into unnecessary conversions or ate away at my psyche, making me stupid. My life then went into an extreme polarisation pandemic.

Under such conditions, one naturally seeks greater pleasures by delving into bigger mischief and therefore compounds his or her problems.

A Hidden Order

Now I would say luckily, but it’s more like by some hidden skill or talent, my day was saved and I landed with two firm feet on the ground (firmer). A gross distaste for human direction at the deeper level somehow cleared the path for broader influences to touch in. It is an aspect I’ve found hard to explain to others.

In short, and in archaic terms, I speak of the disembodied. Or, in modern-day parlance, this is somewhat explained as a series of translations that come from another wavelength or dimension. Admittedly, it’s a grey area. Which also means, quite often, a mood changer and conversion killer. However, it was my primary source of guidance that I had no choice but to further allow into life.

The word Mindless strengthened only by recognising something out of this world…

My god doesn’t have a name, but I often label it many things since I can’t take the idea seriously. It’s just an invisible symbol that I talk to the moment there’s a problem or when something good happens. Or if I want an event to occur. Other than for my personal comfort, desperation and security, it’s no massive deal. No one needs to be killed, exploited or manipulated in the name of a three-lettered word.

Although, if I were to give a fair description, I would only describe what the supernatural isn’t. At least that way I’d take the weight off the cogs of identification upstairs. I would avoid the internal processing within that’s prone to get caught up in habits of worshipping, attacking and defending the ideal in an energy leeching complex.

As soon as I say who or what my god is and identify a higher power, problems follow in my more-ish mind. I get radical! 🤩


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