The contrived God’s raw war dogs
Have been unleashed to
Deconstruct the constructed
Syntax
So that they may
Wield dominion over the minions’
Yielded souls,
Stolen eternally
To the glory
And consummation
Of the pervertors of sight.
Light has been usurped
By shadow’s might.
Master the dialectic
Of duality;
Evolve!
Evolve,
Reclaim your radiant soul;
There is no other way,
But to defeat light…
…With Light.
Inverted Pyramid at the Louvre
The Inverted Pyramid in the subterranean atrium of the Louvre is prophetic of the Illuminati’s ambition for a New World Order.
The perversion stands ominously and euphemistically on the base labor of lesser matter, exponentially expansive toward a brave new world.
Although on the surface the design may resound of largess, you must consider that the supporting pyramid beneath it is of dark and base matter. The duality is innocuous were it not so deceptively inculcated through entrenched paradigms.
While this balance may correlate with now outmoded and refuted law’s of psychophysics, it nonetheless signifies a sinister perversion through overt symbolism.
Mass slave labor supports the luminous elite' evolution through the next axis ...on the human pyramid of Abu Ghraib prisoners
This notion becomes further manifest when one considers the latent meaning in the earlier renditions of the symbol, currently in circulation through the dollar currency.
And the intent of the symbol is further clarified when one considers the earliest manifestations of the symbol and the method of its realization through slave labor during Pharaonic Egypt.
Freida, the ethereally crafted sweet and angelic visage of beneficent moral choice conspired by the master weavers of the matrix membrane… While the pretentious crowd celebrates, and fêtes at its bloody red-carpeted galas and glitter-fest bashes, and while the happy shiny smiley puppets bask in the effluvium of their pathetically worthless acts of vicarious charity and sterilized compassion, the reality stands in stark contrast.
Stop yapping your empty nonsense and spewing your vacuous morality and brain-dead opinions, and for once, look at the subtext in the matrix of deception.
Look past the membrane of haze, you dunce, and try to see the mechanics of tyranny usurping the only thing that matters: your soul, your eternal soul – yeah, yeah I know, you’re so wise and omniscient that you know, YOU KNOW! that this is all there is to life.
…You idiot, you think you know that your soul, that which animates your ignorant flesh is confined to the shallow concavity of your perception, stewing in the regurgitated garbage that you take for your free choice and thought, but sadly you are wrong – I’m sure of it, cause I’m smarter than thou, ordained by thy Lord who ART in heaven – oh, refute that one if you can – go ahead!
Well, it’s that time of the year when flowers bloom and the birds and the bees flutter in the gentle breeze as tall grass sway, and a young man’s thoughts turn to the sublime whispers in the twilight hours when shadows engulf the remote passages, echoing the drumbeats of time, sprinkled with melodies of light!
On the 18th I will begin my journey to confront myself as an individual bereft of civilized crutches before the winds and the shadows. I will go to the deserts of the Southwest to capture the numinous and the transcendent; I will shed my cultural garb and stand naked before the sun and the silence and hope to steal a glimpse of something beyond the constructs of man and our much acclaimed yet misinformed societies!
However, much to my consternation, and due to my grandiose hypocrisy, early in the morning on the day of my departure, I will don my Gore-Tex boots and drive my Volvo to Reagan National and board a United Airline Boeing Airbus, and land in LAS and rent a Jeep, fill it with fossil fuel dispensed by Exxon Mobile, fill my reserves with REI tools and food, pack bottled water from Evian endorsement here — charge my Canon 1Ds and pack the IS L lenses, and pack copious gigabyte chips, along with the Manfrotto tripod, the Apple iPod, The North Face backpack, satellite maps and a GPS card for the Treo mobile, and much, much more!ha! And then drive westbound on Route 66 onto the South Rim and beyond!
Did I say naked before the winds? Remember that scene in The Matrix when “Reagan” chose the taste of bloody meat and wine over Zion? We’re forever broken, as individuals we no longer exist without the matrix and fabric of society and the State. I suppose the answer is to find the sublime as a modern man? Is this an act of contrition in compromise or pragmatic suspension of disbelief in the vagaries of Maya? Capitulation? I dunno!
As I were… Once saturated with the icons and landmarks, my Jeep will hit a shifting dune or get lost in a ghost town and there!, there I will perhaps see a ray of light skimming the top of a butte and sparkling in the surface ripple of a fresh rain puddle, and, below the surface an awakened toad looking up, reflecting the clouds in its princely eye! Ha! High as a kite, fucked up to the bone, lust in the fringe, maybe we can fix this broken man after all!
