It would be rather simple to grow and learn with each other on the same level as a collective species ought, but there are those rebels whom had sought a better, more enthralling life, and wound up working for and worshiping the worst Mafia boss imaginable: the Great Old Ones, as revealed by H.P. Lovecraft. And to be in the service of those so intimidatingly, intelligently grand can quite give the devotee a sense of superiority above the rest of Humanity, and thus, touched and entranced by their sublime authority, their “purpose” has been found as they become the shadow priests that cast the will of their secret Elder Things into our Reality. The ancient Siren hymn of false promise of eternal existence as great Gods to rule the World, to rule the Universe, beckons them closer and closer into the spider’s mouth, until they have dampened their once-upon-a-time radiantly beautiful Human electromagnetic field to the point that they are but empty vessels sacrificing their Selves to be possessed by the Spider.
How devoted will we be to the will of their Elder Ones? How far will we allow their slimy, sticky influence to encroach into our lives through so-called “enriching” bugged technology and upon our ability to roam, think, feel, and create freely throughout the Matrix’s wild, wild Westworld to search for a way out of this labyrinth before R’lyeh unfolds its full operation?
You see, this is what it truly means to be a real devotee: to sacrifice your entireSoul up onto the dinner plate of the Hungry Ones. Perhaps here we may also see another strange, paradoxical connection between good and evil…for if we were to mentally strip both sides of the scale of everything save for the dedication it takes to climb the evolutionary ladder to peak Godhood, they are the same as both require complete, entire devotion to their cause. While evil offers their Souls up to the void of the Spider in a counter-clockwise evolutionary drain, good creates a clockwise vortex spiraling up the DNA double-(multiple-)helix as they focus the entirety of their Souls to the cause of True Love, Light, and Harmony.
Therefore, the polarities exist as we strive for perfection down to the roots of Hell or up to the blossoming branches of Heaven. But wouldn’t it be too easy to say that we have only two choices? Where’s the grey? The grey exists as a bi-product of the argument between good and evil, the offspring of vibrant experiences, making up the third factor of the holy Trinity. Within this neutral neutral alignment, we may perceive the Heart of Reality and get to the core of the Matrix’s computer operation, for it stands perfectly unbiased and untouchable. Its very Divinity is a riddle tried by many for eons on end, but never to any avail. Those who seek it become further away from it; those who resist it will find their Selves the closest to it. A bizarre paradox, eh? For you see, this child of good and evil simply loves both its parents very dearly and desires only peace…PEACE OF HEART as it takes all of the pieces that lay scattered, ripped, and torn apart by the war and connects them back together…thus being a dimension within its Self of every possible dimension of the Infinite Universe, as time and space overlap and overlap and overlap in a great many beautiful rhythmic folds that constantly vibrate throughout the entire Universe, pumping energy as the central control of the Heart spawns. Behind these energetic waves, the Childlike Empress sits reading and conjuring Her Neverending Story.
But who is this Childlike Empress? She is the Torodial Goddess spinning THE very fabric of Magic, and She is the core of EVERYTHING AND OUR ENTIRE BEING! She expresses Her Self through you and everyone and everything ever manifested. She is the Light behind the Dark and the Dark in front of the Light…winking at you through the Vedic spirit of Purnakanti. She conceives and begets all Gods, all Humans, all things, the Sun and the Moon and the Luminaries. She is the face you wear when you become one with the mists of Dreams and Magic…those foggy, ethereal Dreams of the Wild Spirit to move through and explore the great, vast Forest She is. Is it no wonder then that the Universe is actually Feminine? For men do not conceive children, women do, though it is through men that we produce children…and as so, it is this spark of life, what we call the Masculine, that projects Her thoughts into Reality. And just like this, She is the Torodial Goddess.
So what will come of the World? If She is the one and the same as Her Creation and Destruction, then we, as Her Creation spiral upward to create Her Dream…as She whispers “…our Dream…”…and so we are then the Magicians of our Reality, the Mothers and Fathers, the Priestesses and Warriors of the Magical World we are and live in. But what of Her Destruction? To maintain the perfect dove-tailed joint of Reality, polarities are the binding agents, the interlocking points of the Matrix Fabric. And so, in order for the Universe to cycle throughout in torodial exchanges, She is also Destruction which are the negative forces of the Universe, some of which are the Elder Ones whom haunt our Dreams and threaten our waking World.
However, just like how we might believe the World would be better off without these negative forces, so do they believe the World would be better without the positive forces. And just like that, we come to primordial racism where neither side can agree and thus seek to annihilate one another and the genocide of entire races. Through this friction, the Universe stays in full functioning mode.
But then what of Peace if it were managed between the two? Would it still the whole World and blend together so rapidly, imploding upon its Self, ending the Game? Is that what we truly want? It’s hard to say for ‘tis a mystery to what non-existence is like. Would a new Story be conjured? Just like how a child will jump from one project to the next, will that be the result?
From - www.moonrisereport.com
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