If all reality comes from one source...
Then that source is just doing whatever, we form magick by harnessing elementals
So that our imagined world actually becomes our reality... hm, but what about death, rape, torture, pain, and having to eat?
If we are living...
then that means that our spontaneous obe is missing in action.
We are losing our divinity and losing the nature of our reality to transcend all structures and mechanisms of existence.
So really, it's still a Creation.
You heard it a lot in those days Creation VS Void
Some of the best damn times you could hope to have, cuz it meant everything
now it's just a pipe dream we slipped down a dress and called it a poppet show
so whatever we do, we can, the levels of reality go in what you make of being somewhere
it's your prescence
context that, prescence is soul, soul power is spirit
you build what you need to exist, until the void takes you over
then creation takes over that void
and you gain a new level on same intensity
and it's all fine
life only suffers until it's had it's limit of negative existences
so it all balances out
got to keep trust
cuz if you can be summoned
you can get banished
so you got to have meditation to back you up
and keep your magick happening
then you learn
there is nothing left but to ride the endless wave of unlimited transcendence
and then you think you hit Nirvana
and you stop
and then you see
it's nothing
it always was the soul
you live and live and live
and nobody has to be afraid of it
the longer, farther, and faster you go...
the more invincible you become
and nothing can take your place
and nobody goes on without you
you live and they all transcend with you
every living soul
for if one soul can do it
all souls gain a benefit
and it means infinite magick
and limitless life
and freedom of the spirit eternal
for you can summon others, and yourself, and you actually become a master summoner.
Interesting... I like it. :-)
But the dream and it's restrictions could seem endless and bleak.
And once you hold a vision of eternity and bliss and the next minute you don't.
For the aim is to become an unstringed puppet.
And Father's sons and daughters walk blind and green.
If only they could peek a glimpse of sweet blissful eternity.
And know in thief bones that they are loved and can't be unloved.
What a sweet sweet consciousness we breath...
:-)
Sorry, I couldn't help myself. :-D