Parrhesia - To Speak Everything

[Little oak tree]

Do you still believe I'm infinitely missing?
I'm infinitely finding myself.

 

[Little oak tree]

Yeah, the abyss stares back.

matter. Winter is hell. It seems the deeper we sink into the matrix, the more embedded we are in the technocracy, the bigger the dystopian hellscape of post-humane modernity grows, the further down to the depths we go. But for all the crushing pressure, we shall survive. We shall live on to repeat the cycle of birth, peace, war, and death again. If not to sink to deeper depths, farther reaches from our origin. Drink and be merry friend, always allow yourself a day of rest between the drudgery, even if you love what you're doing, you must sacrifice that

On the contrary, that is being "separated" from the Matrix.
Maybe you need to dive further in any direction and gain some perspective.
"All roads lead to Rome"

i guess if i could talk with god, id ask him. for purpose

It's always staring, but have you danced with it Wolfe?

 

[Little oak tree]

I don't even remember if I said the essential or not bro. Infinite doubt. Repeating itself forever.
Truly maybe something dead, with nothing left to take from it. But no. Because that carcass breeds more life into infinity

I'm just spilling lead sterile stuff man it's pretty pathetic.
Is the condition of the fallen to always be doomed? Reinventing yourself, burning in your own fire and then creating a new identity. But I don't find the bottom, maybe because I'm alone and need more information, maybe I'm just shut down to it because I'm too animal, but I'm tired of being animal it's very painful

Not sterile at all my friend, it's just too chaotic and undifferentiated.
P.S. You are brave as fuck

 

[Little oak tree]

Our minds sometimes go understanding things as we go moving along the way, certain things that were always there to begin with

“Our souls do not change in time; they reveal more and different and opposite views of themselves, just as the prima materia does in the course of its transmutation into the Stone.”
― Patrick Harpur, Mercurius: The Marriage of Heaven and Earth

OOOOO i know it's me from other dimension lol

It's us guys, but from the future like in interstellar

Not like Interstellar but you could say consciousnesses with more experience than you.

Oh I know who you are you are the Shivering truth

 

[Little oak tree]

purpose

i guess if i could talk with god, id ask him. for purpose

Work


Investment

Coming down of clouds

Chaos, chaos rising, Weaving meaning, touching the notes, playing the flute.

Wikipedia- "A Vision of the Last Judgement is a painting by William Blake that was designed in 1808 before becoming a lost artwork. The painting was to be shown in an 1810 exhibition with a detailed analysis added to a second edition of his Descriptive Catalogue. This plan was dropped after the exhibition was cancelled, and the painting disappeared. Blake's notes for the Descriptive Catalogue describe various aspects of the work in a detailed manner, which allow the aspects of the painting to be known."


“The paradox is that we can only truly love each other when we also love something beyond each other.”
― Patrick Harpur, The Secret Tradition of the Soul

"Let the slave grinding at the mill, run out into the field,
Let him look up into the heavens & laugh in the bright air;
…
For Empire is no more, and now the Lion & Wolf shall cease
…
For every thing that lives is holy"

-William Blake.

Just save the essentia and pass it DOWN

They also remind everyone how bad things are while constantly making things worse, almost like a sick end-zone dance. On top of the situation in general making people stressed, sick, and disheartened, it's adding insult to injury.

People often put on a charade, a show of bravado, a falsetto of bravery that's really just a game of dressing up the ego. But where does that leave you? It's a serious fact of life that when you weave tangled webs you will be caught up in them in time, but if you speak the truth you'll know exactly where things are without hesitation. That's where real bravery comes from, a willingness to accept the truth, no matter how uncomfortable that may make you. Where would humanity be without the philosophers, teachers, trainers, drill sergeants, administrators, and librarians that have a dedication to the truth so heartfelt that they delight in passing that knowledge on in a way that could lead others to inputting their own truth and evolving the concept even further. Through point-counterpoint, through a willingness to ask questions and the immense blessing of those that mediate that sacred knowledge,.

The Gnostics being genocided by Pope Pious III during the Albegensian crusades was essentially a rapture in and of itself. Something that this forum lays out pretty clearly in it's deeper parts is hell is definitely real, and like Dante's inferno, it's large groups of people suffering in an environment caste to their sins, as sin was caste into them in groups, not as an individual who goes out into the woods or desert and finds himself through ascetic practice. But heaven also exists in this way. That when you divorce yourself from worldy attachment, very similar to how the Gnostics did, you can rediscover heaven inside you, you can be as soft and kind as the monks that sweep their feet as they walk to try and make sure they don't kill even the smallest creature, because they know their lives are part of a continuum, not equal or similar in many ways, but part of the same greater thing. You can create archipelagos of heaven just as deserts of hell can be hand crafted, it just takes so much longer to grow than to take. And so, power pushes the holiness out of this world over time, to the point where the archipelagos of the holy must be guarded with life and limb, like the Orthodox christians or the Tibetan monks know they must, being on the borders of conflicts with 'stronger' religions, religions that value strength over compassion. There's so much hope, but first things first, we must do as you say, Love, fear God and make what's in control of your life better when you can, as well as being strong. It's what we must do to not fall into the widening pits all around us.

I should use exposing, our first exposures with life are traumatic always, everyone's a pioneer in being themselves

The Mother Matrix is the launching pad for all terrestrial life, be it spherical or ovoid, we must respect it

Sorry for beingg such a bitch but I'm talking to myself and he likes me to beg like that because he's a sadistic fuck

And I agree, I mean one is free to do whatever, but don't blame demons for your addiction to Hell.

Poodle.

 

[Little oak tree]

Canticle of The Sun​

Most high, all-powerful, all good, Lord!
All praise is yours, all glory, all honor
And all blessing.
To you alone, Most High, do they belong.
No mortal lips are worthy
To pronounce your name.
All praise be yours, my Lord, through all that you have made,
And first my lord Brother Sun,
Who brings the day; and light you give to us through him.
How beautiful is he, how radiant in all his splendor!
Of you, Most High, he bears the likeness.
All praise be yours, my Lord, through Sister Moon and Stars;
In the heavens you have made them, bright
And precious and fair.
All praise be yours, My Lord, through Brothers Wind and Air,
And fair and stormy, all the weather’s moods,
By which you cherish all that you have made.
All praise be yours, my Lord, through Sister Water,
So useful, lowly, precious and pure.
All praise be yours, my Lord, through Brother Fire,
Through whom you brighten up the night.
How beautiful is he, how gay! Full of power and strength.
All praise be yours, my Lord, through Sister Earth, our mother,
Who feeds us in her sovereignty and produces
Various fruits with colored flowers and herbs.
All praise be yours, my Lord, through those who grant pardon
For love of you; through those who endure
Sickness and trial.
Happy those who endure in peace,
By you, Most High, they will be crowned.
All praise be yours, my Lord, through Sister Death,
From whose embrace no mortal can escape.
Woe to those who die in mortal sin!
Happy those She finds doing your will!
The second death can do no harm to them.
Praise and bless my Lord, and give him thanks,
And serve him with great humility.

---

Translation by Benen Fahy, O.F.M.
from St. Francis of Assisi: Writings and Early Biographies
edited by Marion A. Habig, copyright 1973, Franciscan Herald Press

 

[Little oak tree]

Bro Sun,

FUCK YEAAHAHAHA

Harder...

 

[Little oak tree]

Harder, I want to perfect
I

 

[Little oak tree]

Bro tell me the truth is the moon just your crack pipe?

 

[Little oak tree]

Bro tell me the truth is the moon just your crack pipe?
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[Little oak tree]

 

[Little oak tree]

U gay Bro?

 

[Little oak tree]

The paradox is that we can only truly love each other when we also love something beyond each other.”
― Patrick Harpur, The Secret Tradition of the Soul

Just One essence of consciousness.

 

[Pootato]

You might wanna take some pills.

 

[Little oak tree]

 

[Little oak tree]

You might wanna take some pills.

Yeah sure, but I'm out of Ecstasy right now, those are the pills I like.
So I'm just doing meth with the sun in the night.

 

[Little oak tree]

Yeah sure, but I'm out of Ecstasy right now, those are the pills I like.
So I'm just doing meth with the sun in the night.

Oh and weed.

 

[Little oak tree]

 

[Little oak tree]

If I open any porn site all the people getting fucked are God getting fucked.
That' makes jacking off a more intense and meaningful experience.

 

[Little oak tree]