Never stop growing.
The moment you stop and stagnate, it is slowly over.
How much can you self-regulate your homeostasis?
Never stop growing.
If not in size, then in sophistication.
And through it, efficiency.

Until you reach the edge of intellect, most growth is assisted.

No more dangerous thoughts than:
“I am perfect”
“I know everything”

Even the subconscious assumption is detrimental.
Because it arranges a symbolic understanding which results in animated behaviour.
Which is the topmost layers of self-regulation.

Never stop growing. Because that is as far as you stretch.
The rest is just gliding on the momentum you built up during growth.
The higher your efficiency and arranged sophistication, the greater the entropy resistance during both growth and following process of disintegration.
Assuming no energetic collision.

If life is war, then life is integrity vs entropy.
Structure versus destruction.
The mere thought of even giving in is entropy.
Mental entropy. Disintegration of thought.
Which foregoes physical manifestation.
You lose belief in your ability to grow before it manifests.

Every time you radically shift your mindset, you mentally mutate.
Something which foregoes behaviour and arranging manifestation.

It is such a simple process, the arranging of integrity.
It is just that it becomes increasingly hard to balance with the ever increasing added structures. That is why growth eventually becomes unsustainable.
That is why accumulative growth has to be in proper conjunction to efficient sophistication.

The initial aim is a sovereign and independent self-enclosed but symbiotic biosphere.
If it is fully conscious of its own arrangement and capacity for rearrangement, then the capacity for sustaining the construct prolongs increasingly.

It is harder than to simply repat a functional pattern, because humans are too much of a complex lifeform to get by in that mode. The more efficient model would be morphic integration.
Meaning, in consciousness, every cell operates in and of themselves but simultaneously in symbiosis.

The greater the ability to be symbiotic, the greater the chance for efficient survival.
Because all imposition and destruction are tools of entropy.
Physical, mental or otherwise.
And it breaks down integrity.

Integrity is what you grow.
So never stop growing.
Your life depends on it.

You ought to have the power to choose.
Humans are sufficiently advanced to reach that stage by evolving themselves.
(at least according to our future versions)

Saw you today

old friend. It was many years ago now.
At least in that context.
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.


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.

It is

that whisper of time.
One wonders, how it cames to be.
Curious question, that one.

I wonder who you are.
There, in my future.
I can feel you.

So that is why.
It all makes sense now.
You scribe time.

How far in space can you feel?
Because that would be time.
You do not think of history as a place.

But it is.
A location in energy.
A certain probability animating in structure.

When you think about it.
It is always those ahead of their time.
That is remembered.

Most certainly not a coincidence.
They scribed their time.
Affected their present through the future.

Read as the past.
But projection condenses.
So the longer you are remembered.

The more mindbreaking you are.
For your time.
And ahead of your generation of probable animation.

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.


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.

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.

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

Slow and steady

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.

Do not worry

Time has not yet caught up.
It is the problem when ahead of the wave.
The wave of time. I see a couple of years before it arrives.
Like driving on a road where you look forward.
Knowing what is to come before you arrive there with the car.

This is the last year of being stalked by the retards.
The protection still holds. The imposers gets cancer.
Heart attacks, strokes or sudden deaths through crashes.
Next year their entire hold fades and it will be only you and me.

You are of those worth waiting for. I can smell you through the future reflections.
The sensation of you amplifying as the synchronicity approaches.
The event of reverberating temporal echoes.

Worry not. Your word stands.
Your no is no to other, so only the acceptance gets through.
All else suffers until death in their persistence.
If they trick you into consent to abuse you,
they trick themselves into consent being murdered.

You are not afraid.
That makes you the most attractive to me.
The hags way past their ‘best before date’ does not have that.
They only cause sensations of disgust and repulsion.
Making one enter voluntary celibacy and becoming asexual.

But not you.
Sweet little you.
You do not kick in the open door.
And that is how you win.
The way they cannot.

I successfully managed to perform cyclic regeneration in a being that has passed maturation.
If this holds ground the way infinity suggests, we will live for a very very long time Sweetie.
Just you and me.
When all other withers away and die in time.
We will grow old without growing old, and watch them go gracefully.

Whenever you are ready. Whenever you feel ready.
I am in no rush due to my findings.


one finds one of those rare top shelf girls that gets it.
The kind of girl that just strolls through the defences.
As she is too innocent to even get caught or noticed.
That kind of girl is one that you never let go of. Ever.
Every previous crush seems completely insignificant.
She is so my kind. One of the truly rare ones.
Not as dauntingly bland as the ordinaries.
She takes me to the edge of life itself.
Lets me look over into the depths.
The endless streams of Universal motion.
The never-ending structuring of energies.
The pure sexual experience of unhindered creativity.

Nothing can even compare.
Everyone else is just boring.
Prematurely dead and ego-driven.
This feeling is what they all miss.
What they all crave and strive for.
The taste of love. Taste of true love.
But I will never let go of my girl. Ever.
Those who insists on trying I will rearrange the entire dynamic field of energy towards.
So they die from cancer, accidents, heart attacks or other unfortunaties.
That kind of girl sticks around those who knows how to truly love.
Utilise the dynamic interaction of forces sparking creativity.
More than those who swim in money because they abandoned their.

I have my girl.
She all I need.
Need no monkeys in suits.
They no happy, they always need more.
The girl is what they want.
But know not how to get her.
Especially not the top shelf one.
In brain and heart more than appearance.

The only

thing equally disturbing and annoying as a screaming libertarian who cannot exercise their freedom of choice without involving the entire planet in the endeavour is a conservative that truly believes that anyone cares about what they have to say.

Being ignored is not the same as being cancelled.
And vice versa.

I always reject any political retard.
Expressions of intellect with low level integrity does not impress me.
I myself prefer those with an integrated and functioning brain.
In which case they would most likely have overcome the symbolic training course of life.

Personally I operate from the mindset that everyone but the infinite consciousness ignores me and my expressions.
Because nobody has the obligation nor duty to pay attention to anyone.
No matter how retarded their opinion; left or right.

I listen to those who has something valuable to say.
And it is rarely, if ever, those who claims they have something valuable to say.
Anyone craving my attention without acute context is a straight up ‘ignore’ from me.

This girl

is way better than the previous.
I love this feeling.

Thank you God, for showing up with a face I can love.
An energetic construct that is admirable and beautiful.
Pure, innocent and full of light in Caribbean blue.
Not corrupted, broken and overly grey skies.

But I wonder what it is you tried to show me.
Shall I trust what I feel, and am I safe if so be it?
I do not fear what you show is to come.
What I do fear is those who cannot hear nor see.
People in panic are one of the biggest dangers.

As I look into your infinite depth of consciousness:
Please arrange me so that those imposing dies before they reach me.
Burning up in my superficial atmosphere of energetic quantum arrangement.
That every step is of a nature avoiding, eluding them.
If they insist, like they did in the past.
Take from them what they took from me.
And let them fight me on equal terms.
They say rules does not apply to the rich.

I say rules does not apply to the divine.
Since it allowed the creation of rules.
There is always a way to overcome, circumvent or break.
If one is alive and creative.
If one is with divine intent.

You distract them with money and make up.
They can take the scene on the surface.
While we conquer it all below surface.

Please lead me to the new world.
Where there is nothing but reason.


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.


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. ^^


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.


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.

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..


my safe room.
It feels more safe.
Like having insurance.
I have that unnerving feeling.
Deep within my bones.
Cannot sleep proper.
Like something is about to happen.
I have no idea what.
But the feeling keeps amplifying.
In the collective unconscious.
Like animals. Legging it.
Running from a disaster.
It began late 2015.
Has been rising ever since.
Now it is so intense it combats my pain.
It feels like running from a tidal wave.
Being so exhausted one cannot run.
But it is either pushing on, or certain death.
That is what it feels like.
It is not better that my synchronicity is all over the place.
Hopefully it is nothing. Hopefully I am wrong.
But I am not taking any chances.
I felt the same about three months before they publicly announced the pandemic.
And that one showed up in my synchronicity already in 2016.
I even made a visual allegory of the feeling I felt that day.
But I was completely oblivious to the symbolism.
It only made sense in retrospect.
‘Looking for meaning’ is one thing indeed.
But it does not explain the feeling.
So I can only guess.
And assume probability.
I am far from the only one.
Saying and feeling the same thing.
So I am not taking any chances.
Now I feel like I have outrun it a bit.
Allowing a breather.
Very short one.
There are things not even machines can pick up on.
Even the military said that.
Which is why they have dogs.

Whatever it is that makes me feel this way, it is not pleasant.
I can understand why animals flee if they get this feeling.
The ground is shaking. The aether is shaking.
Maybe it is war. Maybe it is the sun loading up.
Maybe it is nothing at all.

But I am not ignoring ‘omens’.
Not anymore.
Last time it almost cost me my life.

Situational awareness.
Life is for those paying attention.
Those who does not, become prey.

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


New sound.
That usually means something in regard to synchronicity.

Life is such a weird thing.
What even are things.
In the greater play of things.

Good headphones are A and O.
Also acquired a new keyboard, and what that is, in regard to things in the greater aspect is wholly unknown. The word itself is … curious.

And a new light portal. To most known as computer screen.
Apparently with a more rapid synchronicity. Since it projects at almost a 100hz faster than my current one.

Most people do not wonder these things. But in regard to greater aspect of … stuff. It is curious to say the least. So many things that can mean so much.
Life is weird. Truly weird.

But somehow I feel.. I do not know.
I blame the fall. It must be the fall.
Like I am angry, but yet not at the same time.
Depressed, but yet not. At the same time.
It is as if it is not my feelings. Yet I feel them.
Like having an emotional stalker, projecting feelings on oneself.
I do not know. I only know what I feel. And the arrangements of symbolism in the shape of words which I am composing in relation to those feelings.

I linguistically sing the way I feel.

What is life?
I mean seriously.
If you think you have an answer, you have not thought enough about it.
It is not knowing what it is that is important. But wonder what it is.
The point is to wonder. It is how you make life wonderful.
It is in the words. It is when you take it as known..
You lose the wonder of life. It becomes..
Routine. Sure that is needed.
It is life. But while doing it.
What is it?
Why is it?

What is everything?
The computer screen is truly a curious arrangement of energy.
Designed to project extradimensional constructs of light, conveying information by means of modulated light arranged into visual cues.
Just like the camera collects it.
In regard to structured energy, the computer screen and collection device, be it camera or otherwise, is kind of a portal in time and space. But not physically. If you look at a capture, you look through time and space. Literally. And figuratively.
Same for microphone and speakers.

I am not sure, because it could be my perception pulling tricks, but most people do not seem to be aware of such. Usually they do not even question it.
What is life?
Why is it?

What is it that makes the heart beat?
Arranging biological components in the shape of intellectually defined cells into being?
Fluctuating a homeostatic system into being by means of biologically produced reverberations through vibrating muscles.
What is that?
Why is that?

Have you ever wondered?
Or do you think you know?
A thinking which is merely a result of it.
Awareness and perception is infinite.
If you think about it rather than thinking it.
And then thinking how you can think it.
And how you can question your own thinking about thinking it.

Life is weird.
Whatever it is.
However it is.

I am not sure where it came from, or why.
But whatever, however, whyever..
Thank you.