A Fool's lament

I am writing to you who may read these words as a man-child balancing on the precipice of drastic change. I am becoming more aware of my folly by the minute and it is beginning to truly unmask my most foul flaws. This is a constructive destruction of the palace that was erected by my distorted view of me. Words are the worlds most dangerous and powerful weapon, thoughts being the ammunition for the cannon most bear but barely use wisely. I am not one to criticize for abusing the gift of language, though I will apologize for any harmful speech that has left my fingertips or tongue freely. We are approaching a time of personal reflection as we weigh our deeds down to the decimal, bringing the hammer down on our own personal verdict of eternal justice.

We bring with us ancient karma that stretches back millions of years, from an Atlantean fall out to an Egyptian rising. We as beings descended into this material world of torment and triumph to prove our own mastery of destiny through forgetting to ensure the recollection would be mostly permanent. Through the laments of our folly we have slowly regained traction toward an ascending remembrance. My confidence in our race has never been brighter, my personal criticism toward myself has never been more reasonable. My complete lack of respect for puppets of politics continues strong as ever, though now I see them as a necessary evil that has created an obstacle for a new way of thought to topple.

We can't prepare for personal apocalypse, it's entirely personal to an entities experiences. Mine is approaching faster than I could have predicted. Over the next year I can see my guilty pleasures diminish into the fog of my forgotten folly. I am for the first time in my eternally short life gaining truer control of what usually was the motivating factors of my existence. I was rewarding myself without good reason, I decided to utilize Spiritual Alchemy and labor to help purge the unnecessary aspects of my lower self.

I want to start over, not possible for all that has been done will forever be somewhere. Though I can begin building again if I truly decide to, through the confrontation of my demons I can fashion a wonderful sanctuary of mind to rest my weary and ancient spirit in times of tribulation. We are about to witness a great test of power, an even greater test of mind and the greatest examination of all, Love. With these three unified constituencies greater humanity can overcome lesser man that has driven the vehicle of our story into a maze of uncertainty. With Love as our light, mind as our map and power as the bricks we are able to dedicate shrines in the darkness to make the labyrinth navigable.

The dark lords we have created can be just as easily destroyed, it is literally a matter of doing what we did in the beginning, only change the polarity. the starting line is in our sights, through this temporary night we will see the dawning of an eternal day. Do not take what I say as I say it, for I am a filter for what cannot be said. Instead take what I say as you see it, for the flawed folly of our collectivity is our inability to consider not just what is written or said, but what is alive or dead. We will all die, whether it be by the grip of our own hand of fate or the product of unjustifiable hate from higher up there in the lowlands of wealthy despair. The only escape is to recognize the mystery of death, we are walking dead, we are rising from the graves of our own descent, we are immortal like all the rest of life in all it's beautifully simple complexities. Fear keeps us here, love leads the way to where we know we will all go.... eventually.

With Love and Light,

Namaste

A.D.IV