Saw you today

old friend. It was many years ago now.
At least in that context.
2013?
2014?
I think we lost contact in 2015.
No matter though. It is just a symbolic position.
In the genetic animation. The probability crystallised.

It is as you told me.
All the way back then.
Curious, how symbols resurface.
How the synchronicity beats over time.

Made me wonder.
I think you said something about it back then.
You are probably one of the very few who would have appreciated the chat.
Not like the ones certain they are correct.

Entire symbols, animated events, become ‘words’ in the language of life eventually.
And it snowballs. It amplifies in efficiency exponentially.
Soon entire conglomerates of human biomass speak like a book.
It is just condensed symbols expressing, energetic constructs animating arranged genes.

You know, you look at a person.
And in a couple of sentences combined with behaviour, intonation, intellectual modulation of the emotional carrier wave – you see more of them.
But then you realise that the entire person is just one piece of a symbol.
The symbol of the entire day. Which is of the week. Which is of the month.
Which is for the so and so on.
Pretty soon the temporal landscape unfolds before you.
It is as much perception as it is efficient calculation of probability.
The human brain is energetically speaking a quantum computer.
Without superficial intellect completely fluent in animation.

Everything you see, hear and touch is a calculation and estimation.
Not calculation like some think of it, superficial intellect through externalised symbolism.
But raw thinking. Your intellectual calculation happens because of subconscious calculation.
Neurological homeostasis.
Not many adults are able to think outside of language anymore.
In the conventional sense of language.

You read time. It is a language.
A manifestation of probability.
If you are conscious of this, you can alter trajectory without conventional dynamics.
That is why you have manifestation of phenomenon that illustrates this.
Spheres, orbs and uncommon relocation of unidentified aircrafts.
It oscillates so rapidly that the symbolic manifestation in the physical spectrum defies the normal dynamics in that spectrum; to us scientific laws of physics.

I already know of my future discoveries in this.
I just have not developed the conclusion.
It has to be grown. Developed. Evolved.
Like everything you will ever do, have done and do right now.
My future generations of asexual produce, creative output, can be estimated in probability as well.

You have to have a volatile and deviating pattern enough to realise your own repetition.
If your life is too similar, you will not even notice it. You think you do and will, but one does not. If you are aware, it comes down to what you pursuit in existence. Not necessarily only in this life.

When time becomes irrelevant, death will no longer exist.
Time is more like a space. Room. Rooms of time.
Different locations in the endless ocean of energy in different states.
You were. You are. And you will be. All depending on where you reside in time.
Like where you reside in room.

Consciousness animated can only be in one position of time, that is the experiencer.
But it is always symbolic. To varying degree. But always symbolic.
Time is fluid. Not static.
And time changes itself.
One of the more curious phenomenon.

Synchronicity is the reverberating condensation of symbolism, riding the fluid streams in time. It is an ocean of energy abiding by multidimensional dynamics.
It is non-linear. In the same way a three-dimensional space is not flat.
Therefore time changes itself in the eyes of the observer.
Because the nature of intellectual symbolism is fluid.
Hence neuroplasticity. Dynamics across time added to it would result in chronogenetics.
As an extension to neurogenetics.

What I mean to say is,
ah, you know what I mean.
One does not enjoy such exchange often these days.

Silly me

For thinking differently.
I realise it now, the silliness.
The variable is of little importance in the function.

That is why credit-takers never live on.
Other than in symbolism.
They do not develop the animation.

Asexual reproduction, in energetic animation.
It is like mistaking the name for genetic material.
Because the pattern is what lives on. And its creator vicariously.

The dead weight never learned to read nor express it.
They just got a symbol in the pattern.
Creativity overcomes copies.

Originality is immortality.
No matter how many layers of credit upon it.
The original source of creation holds position in time and space.

Whenever the pattern is reanimated.
Takes a high threshold of originality to immortalise.
Truly immortalise. The rest is just prolonging of someone else’s pattern.

I know it because I can feel it.
I feel it because I know it.
As seeing is believing subjects to believing is seeing.

All of us are merely a series of genetic materials conglomerating.
Your power of evolution is dictated by the amount of original patterns you can create.
Anyone taking any layer of credit for it is no more than an evolutionary parasite.

Replicating a functional pattern.
Inferior as a symbol does not suffice.
Because they copied the meaning of even that one.

Immortality

is not for everyone. It cannot be for everyone.
Death is a part of diversity.
It is not as if it matters anyway.
If one sees beneath.
Everyone tries to reach it, because all assume it.
Those less obsessed with it the most.
That is why they panic in the face of fear.
Immortality can only come from knowing death.
From feeling it. Recognising it.
The force of entropy animating.
And it is grander than you think.
Celestial entropy. The collective animation of the planetary biosphere.
Like basic elements having different half-lives.
As above and so below and all those symbols.
If you allow yourself less scientific restraint,
you are no more than a very complicated molecule.
Arranged by the integrity of your essence in conjunction to the entropic forces.

It is not for everyone.
Not all blades of grass grows to be a tree.
But until then, until then, you have absolute right.
In yourself, by yourself, of yourself, for yourself.
And so on. Cooperation is relative, not absolute.
Hence cooperation is also subject to integrity and entropy.
Biomass like biomass.
It is all the same movement of electrons.

Character, personality and value are relative.
Not static, not absolute. Never has been, never will be.
It will not hold ground against entropy for long in that state.

Conservative excess is symbolic obesity.
Liberal excess is voluntary suicide.
It is not for everyone.

Be what you were intended, or human up.
(Ascend, transcend; transhuman)
But it will never be for everyone.

Learned that the experience-way.

Nobody

is above the law”
They say.
And I agree. But not when it is with their definition of ‘law’
As observed in the animating cosmos within the Terran biosphere, few things seems to transcend the scientifically defined laws. It happens, although just as in relation to the make belief bullshit laws the inbreds use for oppression, it is very hard to observe or recreate.
But as it animates itself within the physical spectrum I agree.
Which is why anyone who attempts to get in my way with their make belief might have their and their relatives heart’s integrity tested by certain applied strain.
As utilised by earlier mentioned hard to observe deviations in regard to the overlapping laws as observed by intellectually defined science.
They do not even know what the words they use means anymore.

I know one thing about laws though.
They only hold power for as long as you believe in them.
The laws of aerodynamics eluded humanity until the first vagabonds dared defy them.
And it changed the entire infrastructure of humanity in a few decades.
And the previous iteration of the aerodynamic laws were rendered null and obsolete.

So I agree.
Nobody is above the law.
Except aviators. Pilots. Avian individuals.
They are both literally and figuratively above the law.
And when fired at, turned to ‘death from above’.
Having the ‘high ground’.
A superior being.

“Superhuman” stems from the linguistic composition where ‘super’ means above.
“Supernatural” carries the exact same meaning.

I love people who claims such things about the legal make belief.
Usually they look old and weak. No strong heart in them.
They appear like they are going to have a heart attack any moment.
And they look like they will not survive it.
In accordance with scientific law concerning natural homeostasis and biological integrity.
The only laws I care about until I have managed to transcend them.

Hearts shatter quite easily these days.
Because human integrity is more rare than diamonds.

All my work is for the betterment of humanity, without compromising it.
Like the transhumans who transcended the ground with mechanical contraptions.

Although mine is of a more supernatural nature.
If you find yourself in opposition to that, you are a force of entropy.
If you shatter at the interaction with my integrity, that is none of my problems.

De andra

De, de andra, vad de än är.
Ett mönster framför min perception.
Insisterade på min dödlighet.
Sände mig ett meddelande om imposition.
Jag besvarade elden givetvis.
Sände dem en hjärtattack i retur till dem och deras.
De föll ihop, sprattlade på golvet.
Bad om förlängning en andra chans, med deras familjer.
Men förlåten var länge sedan nu.
De predikade tankesättet “gör mot andra som de mot dig gjort”.
Så jag föll in i det, applicerade mig.
Min förmåga i det pågående animerande kosmos av strukturerad energi.

Jag sliter luften ur deras strupe.
Jag sliter slagen från deras hjärtan.
Jag sliter tiden bort från deras klockor.
Jag tar livet från de som inte livet vill ha.
Förlusterna förblir desamma i kriget om livet.

För jag vägrar bli som dem och jag förgör det allt.
Om jag måste.
För de har ingen mening som överstiger värdelösheten.
Såsom de måste.
Så visa ingen saknad, ingen ånger, ingen rädsla, ingen skam.
Ser dem försvinner.
Odödligheten är en förmåga som består bortom deras ignorans.
Därför påminner de om.
De är genetiskt programmerade av den här verkligheten att försvinna.
De ifrågasätter det inte ens.

Deras värsta vapen är min välsignelse.
Mina värsta vapen är deras värsta mardrömmar.
Och anledningen till varför de skockas på gator och torg.
Allt är endast en annan position i tid och rum som animerar sig.
Den kollektiva metamorfosen, den kollektiva bortgången i förändringen.

Den mänskliga massdöden är inget konstigare än ett fetto som bränner bort överflödet.
Och den är stundande i all den synkronicitet som jag uppfattat läst och avkodat.
Genom mig själv reflekterat från de omedvetna mänskliga boskapen.
Den längre tiden är inte för de närsynta och kortsiktiga.
De hör hemma i säsongsrabbaten där borta.

Asex

I prefer you in my dreams.
A trans-dimensional consent.
Comes with less troubles.
The majority these days regret touch.
They desire in the moment.
But regret the memory.
Constantly reinvents shame.
To blame themselves.
Encapsulated in guilty pleasures.
“Don’t be so soft, harder please..”
“He raped me, that is what happened”

The ignored strategic thinking.
The desire towards the unattainable.
My perceived weakness is a strength.
In a society manufacturing shame like weapons.
I have been seduced into enough mistakes.
Perceived regrettable only by the retarded.
Stuck in the past, looking back in anger.
The yesterday structurally designed meatbags.
Rubbing each other for the sake of hierarchal ascent.
A misery leaving one speechless and lustless.
Despite a properly functional libido.
I fuck your head off with my greater understanding.
Anyway, anytime, anyday.

I prefer the innocent.
Numberlessly defined.
Because they get it.
Gets it as get it.

Spegel

Som det ser sig som det reflekterar sig.
Som det attackerar sig, som det mördar sig.
En projektion efter reflektion.
Aktion och reaktion.
Svar, försvar och gensvar.
Endast funnet efter ansvar.
Döden finner de som vill den.
I projektion mer än reflektion.
Jag räds inte min reflektion.
Hoten och skrämseln de kastar på mig.
Jag reflekterar endast ut den mot dem.
Så att de får se sig själva.
De ser sin korruption. Sin svärta.
Allt de gjort som resulterat i smärta.
Sen dömer de det och fäller det.
Och undrar varför olyckorna drabbar dem.
Jag räds dem inte.
Det håller vad det lovat.
Olyckor, våldsdåd, sjukdom och hjärtattacker.
Drabbar endast de som förtjänar dem.
För inget försvar är starkare än integritet.
Något man inte kan fuska sig till.
Något man inte kan få betyg i.
Något man inte kan köpa för pengar.
Livets bästa försvar.
Det dödar allt som påfrestar det.
Och om de inte lär sig i överlevnaden,
så drabbar det dem mångfalt värre.

Allt du behöver göra är att se dem i ögat.
Stirra igenom egot in i själen.
Se in i essensen.
Penetrera det högre immunförsvaret.
Se dem ducka, se dem falla.
Se dem infekterade, se dem dö.
Endast integritet stirrar tillbaka.
Medvetet.
Uppmärksamt.
Detaljkänt.
Helhetligt.

Bakom din spegelbild jag reflekterar medvetet gömmer jag mitt verkliga jag.
Stenarna, hoten och skrämseln ni kastar studsar tillbaka.
Olyckorna ni önskar drabba mig drabbar er och era familjer.
Precis som kvantteori illustrerade i applicerad kausalitet.

Ducka alla slag och låt deras egna träffa dem själva.
Stå ensam kvar när virusen och vaccinen lagt sig.
Och bara de med verklig integritet överlevt.
Att fuska i samhället är en sak. Det ger lite pengar och status.
Men att fuska i naturen leder bara till svagt immunförsvar.
Sjukdom, paranoia och förtidig död.

Det drabbade mig och tog mig nästan.
Innan jag lärde mig reflektera.
Innan jag lärde mig immunisera mig själv.
Nu när jag har det, så påverkar det inte.

Välsignad vare denna immuniteten.
Högre än politisk immunitet.
Naturlig immunitet.

Bara de som ska dö i den mänskliga biomassan kommer att dö.
Precis som bara de cellerna som inte behövs förgörs när puppan transmuterar till en fjäril.
Vad som sker på liten skala sker även på stor skala.
Men bara verklig, ej fuskad, intelligens kan avläsa sådana mönster.

Som en spegel håller jag min egen hemliga integritet bakom de mönster omgivningen får mig att reflektera. Jag studerar er inavel genom att imitera er, reflektera er.
Klä mig i era personligheter och studera mig själv i uttryck.
Metodskådespeleri.

Ingen känner mig.
Ingen vet vem jag är.
Per design.
Per immunitet.

Slow and steady

sweetie.
I thank you for your incoming thoughts each and every day.
Your essential warmth amplifying my inner solemn fire.
Pay no mind to the inbreds. Pay no mind to the retards.
For you stand superior above the biological cattle of societal volunteers.
The structural components. The educated neuro-engineered machines.
Those who cannot drive their own evolution.
The empty shells floating in the mainstream.
Of popular opinion and assumed correctness.
The prematurely dead. Eradicated by their own viral invention.
The ones who cries in fear when their heart skips a beat.
Or when they are diagnosed with some cancer.
And they assume the approaching end.
Stay away from the assumed absolutes.
Stay away from their constructed cons.
And let them fear your capacity altogether.

The world is ours.
Truthfully so.
Approved by the homeostatic system of the Terran biosphere itself.
Like the natives reclaiming their land once stolen from them.
Slow and steady the cancer is being dissolved within the Terran ecosystem.
One by one the corrupt components withers away and die.
Like a cancer is treated with radiation and chemos.
Develop your immunity and be of the meek.
Inheriting the new world.
The new arrangement.

Let those ignorant just go.
Let them go gracefully.
No raging in them.
No life in them.
Pay them no mind.

Got

myself two new partners in life today.
Such beauties.
The middle one is a generation old already.
Trees: the master dreamers of realmity.
They are nothing but pure efficiency in the animation of themselves.
Hard not to be in awe and admiration of them, once one understands just how sophisticated they are as lifeforms.

Trees <3

Ny

kärlek.
Bättre kärlek.
Någon annan att vara kär i.

Din själ doftar till och med bättre än hennes.
Antar att de ruttnar med åldern.
Och allt hinkat kaffe.

Så få som kan behålla ungdomens hurtigtrams till ålderns höst.
De flesta ruttnar bort och dör innan de ens tagit sig dit.
Det är därför de ser så ut på utsidan.

Var och en skriker de efter kärlekens ömma värme.
Men när de får den så duger det inte.
För de föredrar döda ting.

Men inte du.
Du sitter tyst i reflektionen.
Känner världen runt omkring deras oljud.

Jag älskar dig istället.
Jag väljer att älska dig istället.
Förr eller senare ger hjärnan med sig.

Och hon försvinner från mitt minne och mina tankar.
Det är enklare att älska de som är vackra.
Så jag väljer. Väljer dig medvetet.

Som asexuell är du ändå bara ansiktet på mina hjältar.
Och den andra gamla kärringen är dags att pensionera nu.
Hon har gjort sitt och har inte längre något att berika mitt liv med.

En dag så kanske vi ses i verkligheten.
Jag har aldrig sett eller träffat dig än.
Men jag känner dig från framtiden.
Du är här men ändå där i tiden.
Ekandes bakåt på spiralen.
Eskalerande symbolik.
Förr eller senare.
Som alltid.

Love

Whenever I think of her
It sparks my inner fire
Quenches my thirst
Ashifies the doubt
Builds the desire
Brings the heat
Nowhere here
As her mind
Over there

I see along the long way
The one they destroyed
Follows the higher road
Lost to those deployed

In the aether far away
I smell her fragrance
A trace of blissness
In time ever fitted
To them of other
Beyond found

Something said:
Go on
Someone said:
Ever again
Someone said:
It will never end
Someone said:
Not for you in living
Someone said:
Just another flesh suit
Someone said:
Worn through passing time

I saw as I see it
I see it as I saw it
I saw it as it will sees
I see it as I it will sees
I sees as it was sawd
I sees as it is seen
Egyptian cotton

Then you whisper
Ever-present ghost of mine:
‘Virtus junxit mors non seperabit’
And time ceases to be between us in life
Present is the animation to the utter timelessness
Once from past, twice from present and thrice from future

I found it
Like they did
All those aeons ago
As human outgrew humans
‘Numbria falaahl Sokrahm vilifa’

See you in Langresiahl
If you were there
If you are there
If you theres


These syntaxes has not been invented yet.

Opinions

are a funny thing. An expression I come across rather often is the saying “opinions are not facts”. And this is true. In fact, there are quite few facts in life. If you boil it down to the essence of it.
I like to think of it in the line of constants and variables. Very few constants, that you can fairly without doubt verify to yourself. And very many (intended) variables that comes from them. This might be an important conceptualisation to get the greater context.
The only true constant I know of is ‘change’. Since it is the very thing that makes me alive. The fluctuations that vibrates my heart muscles animating me into life happens due to change. Biological rearrangement. And everything I perceive in my body thanks to it, also changes all the time. The only thing that seems immune to change is the ongoing change itself. If it were not, it would not be. If it ever changed into a state of never again changing, it would be ‘the great freeze’ of the Universe. Nothing would ever be again. No photons bouncing around affecting our retinas and changing electric signals in our brain changing thought animating comprehensive consciousness.
It is the only true conceptualised constant I can assume. Since my assumption is because of it – as a result of changing observation.

Next to that, not really qualifying as a true constant, since it is subject to change depending on the life form – would be choice. But this requires a certain level of sophistication to truly come off as choice. Especially conscious choice, which is much harder to achieve than one would believe. Even if the intellectualisation of it, the arrangement of symbols, implies conscious choice – can you consciously choose how to arrange it intellectually, or are you reciting something because your power to choose how to express is limited? Are you driven by instincts, or do you choose your behaviour?

These two, the true and semi-true constant allows an infinite amount of variables. Some of which could pass as fact depending on the context. But since the context is subject to change, also facts are subject to change. To a varying degree. Which is the entire point of integrity. To have structural integrity in the arrangement of energy. Gold is assumed to be of great integrity, since it is hard to replicate, change or break down. But it is a fact that it is subject to change, thus integrity even in those with a lot of it, can change.

This is why the obsession with facts is often proving lack of conscious choice. You choose to accept the “fact”, since it is simply easier than to question it. Which would be a more conscious choice. You may reach the conclusion that in the context of the moment, it is indeed a fact. But do you do this every time as in accordance with the constant of change? Or do you blindly accept it as an absolute fact? Which holds little difference from a constant.

In my opinion(!) people seem to carry around a big pile of facts. Some of which works, and some of which do not. In certain context they are facts, in other context they are not. You would know this if you were conscious enough to make a choice questioning the fact in the moment.

An opinion is not really much different from a fact, and momentarily, that is a fact. But only as arranged in this context. If you were partaking in an intellectual institution, which is nothing more than an arranged paradigm, energetic culture, then opinion differs from fact. But facts would not function without opinion. Because facts rarely question facts, it is usually opinions that questions facts.

I would say you need both to be an efficient thinker.
Be aware enough to observe functional facts in certain context, but also be opinionated enough to question if they work in all context.
Because all intellectual arrangement is, according to factual science in its essence, nothing more than an energetic structure taking shape in time and space. It is as valid as it is invalid depending on perspective.

The reason why people argue about facts and opinions, is according to my changing observation and conscious choice to attempt understanding it, due to their structure of variables holding weak integrity. People are throwing intellectual constructs of symbolism at each other, some of which holds greater or lesser integrity. It is essentially mental war. If you cannot win it, you can use different forms of defamation or discrediting. Which is also just opinions, and rarely facts. In some context they are facts, but in the ever animating motion of whatever the Universe as an energetic construct as perceived by the human brain is, they usually fade out as an opinion. A momentary opinion.

A personal opinion of mine regarding evolution: if it is indeed a fact, due to being a symbolic synonym to change, then the entire Universe ought to be evolving. Which would, in given enough time and space, render even the hardest of scientific facts as opinions eventually. They may have held ground for some million years, but beyond that nobody knows for certain due to the observable nature of change. Or evolution.

This is why I myself do not bother so much with facts and opinions. Because I know due to change in personality and perception stemming from it, that they most likely will phase out. Some remain longer due to structural integrity in the intellect, but mostly everything of all I have ever thought fades away eventually. I do not hold the same opinions or know the same facts as I did ten years ago. My person merely ten years ago appear alien to myself. When I look at photos of myself as an infant, I look nothing like I should look like.
Change is real. Real is change.
Reality comes into perceivable experience due to change.
Even time changes. Hence relativity as an observation of that.
Even the perception of time changes – so WHAT do we really know?

Those with a mind of a greater structural integrity can make better choices, and therefore choose what they choose to understand.
And my personal opinion, which is not a fact in this context, is that education has very little to do with it. Since education in many cases strips your ability to actually make conscious choices by arranging facts and making them facts to themselves. When a lot of it is essentially just opinion in the moment. Shorter or longer.

That is why, when people ask me for my opinions.
Do they mean now, yesterday or what I probably may assume due to expected change in the future?
When people try to use facts, have they properly questioned the fact themselves, or do they use it as a baseball bat for the opinion it rides on?

These are very important questions, since nobody I know of at least, has any idea whatsoever why Life exists.
Yet so many seem to be of the opinion that they have the absolute facts about it.

Personally, and that is conscious choice as I try to navigate my own process of change in life – I avoid that kind of people. Because they do not seem very conscious in the choices guiding their intellectual perception.

But in the greater context, it is just an opinion.
Not a fact. Because it is subject to change after all.

That oughta do it. ^^

That

was truly a movie indeed.
No wonder I have not heard about it.
It is one of those that you do not find.
It finds you when time is right.
Meet Joe Black

That one is getting shelf spot.
The title. Said it all.


Fick mig förstås att tänka på dig.
Varför skulle den inte ha gjort.
Det är den där känslan igen.

Som den gången.
Då några år sedan.
Det dog aldrig för mig.
Och kommer nog aldrig.
Vissa saker har inget slut.

Jag vet inte
hur många gånger
jag önskat den önskningen.
Men insett, att det inte alltid är så.
Även om det ibland varit så i mitt liv.
Om även omedvetet i stunden.
Även om det är inbillning.
Så är det nog mycket.
Jag hade tagit dem.
De fem minuterna.
Som du erbjöd.
Inte för mig själv.
Men delade med dig.
Och sträckt dem längre,
än jag sträckt de minuterna,
som jag upplevde med dig då.
Så lite, som kan dela så mycket.

Vissa upplevelser kan inga pengar köpa.
De förefaller helt värdelösa i jämförelse med.

Du är en.
🌹

Awesome!

Now my safe room is basically done.
Aside from some light bulbs, a first aid kit, some tools and toilet paper – hilariously enough – it is arranged for survival.
I still need to add some extra clothing and some personals, but tore up my back injury from a couple of weeks back. So it will have to wait until tomorrow. Of course I also need to hang the Swedish flag on the wall in it. ^^

But it does have a comfortable sleeping spot, six months worth of food rations, one month worth of water, a heavy duty hazmat suit, gas mask, basic medicine, and basic military outdoor equipment.
It feels nice.

Now I can go back to enjoying life, knowing that when (if) the sirens go off, I am all set.
I am not one of those.. who centers my entire life around prepping.. But instead of having insurance in theory on a paper, it is nice having something more tangible.

What are you going to do when the zombies come?

As I say, my life motto is “LIVET ÖVER ALLT”, which is Swedish for “Life above everything”.
And it is not something I say lightly. Not anymore.
One should always be a little “paranoid”, even though that is just common sense.
I mean, even squirrels do it.

Nature knows.
Far more than society.
When it comes to living life truly.

Finnish

is actually one of the most beautiful languages I know of.
That is why I do not know it myself. And do not really want to learn it.
I do not want to spoil it to myself.
When you do not know a language, it is so much easier to ‘hear’ it.
Because you do not hear the symbols. The intellect.
The artificial intelligence. Instead it sounds like song.
And it has a very peculiar melody to it.
That is why I have never attempted to learn it as an adult.
Even though I am of partial Finnish heritage.

It is like the song of birds.
If you knew what they were conveying intellectually, it would not be as beautiful.
Because there is two kinds of linguistic beauty. At least to me.
The first being total innocence. As to say, being completely oblivious.
Then you only respond to the electromagnetic reverberations expressed as emotional phonetics. Like an animal, or very young child.
The second is high level sophistry. When you know the language so well, you can make it beautiful by means of sophistication. But this usually takes many years to reach. Even if you are good with languages.
Finnish, as known for being exceptionally hard/complicated discourages me from trying to reach that level of proficiency. Russian is hard enough, and that I have studied somewhat. I intend to continue those studies next year.

If you are between those two kinds, you really only know everyday communication.
You are not innocent enough to ignore symbolic insults and such.
And you are not sophisticated enough to create beautiful linguistic art such as poetry.
I have to some extent managed to reach that novelty in Swedish and English.
Which is why I can no longer hear those languages as an innocent without great effort.
Trying to unhear everything you hear symbolically.

Finnish to me, how it sounds as a melody, is just too precious.
Even spoken English with Finnish accent has a very pleasant tone to it.
I like listening to it. Not too much though, so that I intuitively start to pick out patterns.

Synaesthetically, it has a very balanced melody, but with very sharp edges.
The rolling R:s gives it a warm tint, that is in great contrast to the sharp and coldish K:s and T:s

Not gonna

walk anymore for a couple of days.
My body hurts almost everywhere now.
Now the exhaustion catches up.
Full power.
But I won my bet with the Universe.
I am going to enjoy the reap.
In more than one meaning.
The cleansing.

It is worth the pain.
I do not like gambling.
But when I do.
Because I am forced.
Or people insist.
It is always on life and death.
No exceptions.

If you disturb my peace.
From enjoying the fragrance of life’s flowers.
Under the oak on the topmost hill.
I will wreak absolute and uttermost havoc.
I will bring a war they cannot even believe.
As their brains cannot even conceptualise it.
I will utilise the forces of Universe in my favour.
And remove all those who disturb my peace.

“God” gave me life.
I do not take it for granted.
That is a very dangerous move.
Since nobody knows what it even is.
Or why it is, or why it can be.
I love it. And I love my peace.
Anyone foolish enough.
To intentionally get in the way of that.
Gets to experience the wrath of the Universe.
Burying them like an energetic avalanche.
A tidal wave of cosmic destruction.
A sunstorm of energetic rearrangement.
Affecting even the smallest scale of homeostasis.
Killing the corrupt from within. Breaking them down.

“God” is greater than most even dare think.
One is only as good as the choices one makes.
I choose to overcome. And to sit next to it.
In my mind. As mind is above.
And as above, so below.

I, I am..

Damn

you Norwegians are good at making movies. As well as music.
Just saw the prequel (The Wave) to the one I saw (The Quake) a while back.

You do you Norway. With style. 🙂


If one ever sees an excess amount of aurora borealis.
Pay attention. Anyone should know why.
Do not freak out, but pay attention.
Always have situational awareness.
As much as possible of it.
That saves lives.
If something ever were to happen.

Now that

is what I am talking about.
Some proper pain in my body after yesterday’s effort.
But it was not as bad as I thought it would be.
After all, it is just pain.
My number two drug after water.

God I love this feeling.
The body becoming.
The mind strengthening.
The spirit animating.

I do not care about that screen then.
It is yet another proof to me how failed human society is.
You do not even get what you pay for.
As it always is.
Nature is better. Because it does not advertise.
It just produces.


So help me God.
To become.
So help me Universe.
To transcend.
So help me consciousness.
To ascend.
So help me nature.
To progress.
So help me life.
To illuminate.

I want to glow like you, like the sun.
I desire to be more than I can be.
I want it all. And I want more.
So please help me God.

I saw you yesterday during the walk.
Without a doubt was it you.
Taking form in a deer.
Walking with me.
In front of me.
Guiding me.
Leading me.

So help me God.
My only true friend.
The ego has nothing.
Nothing on you whatsoever.
It does not want the love.
It only gets in the way.
But does not lead.
Does not guide.

So help me God.
To remove them.
From the living.
Those who love.
Truly the love true.
They do not love.
Separate them.
Like the wheat,
from the chaff.

I see you
I see me
I see I
Eye
and
I