I Can See Clearly Now: The Dark Side

A Personal Odyssey via poem, slightly Self-censored:

Once upon a time the fetus subconsciously recognized his womb was his prison.

I can see clearly now…..

Once upon a time the fetus subconsciously believed that the cutting of his umbilical cord granted him freedom. He was wrong.

I can see clearly now…..

Once upon a time the infant realized the hands of his mother and father were to be his new slave shackles.

I can see clearly now…..

Once upon a time a small boy realized that nobody cared if he lived or died or suffered.

I can see clearly now…..

Once upon a time a small boy stood, surrounded by a crowd of children pretending to be happy, trying to escape from reality and Truth, and he vowed to never be one of them.

I can see clearly now…..

Once upon a time a small boy held a long kitchen knife in his hand, and envisioned gushing blood, spurting blood, a volcanic eruption of blood, cleansing him.

I can see clearly now…..

Once upon a time a boy held in his hands a switchblade knife, and a gut hook skinner knife, and a dagger, and a starter pistol, and a semi-automatic handgun, and a shotgun, and an assault rifle, and it felt right, it felt like a reunion of long-lost souls.

I can see clearly now…..

Once upon a time a boy tried to kill his father, and much blood did spurt, but the father did not die. The boy was disappointed, not yet realizing his father was already dead, had been dead his entire lifetime.

I can see clearly now…..

Once upon a time a boy was locked inside of a cage, and gained his best and most legitimate insight into what constituted freedom.

I can see clearly now.

Once upon a time a boy embraced his sacred right to limitless and unconditional hate of others, and a small rainbow began to form.

I can see clearly now…..

Once upon a time a boy embraced both a sacred right and a sacred obligation to love Himself limitlessly and unconditionally. And the rainbow matured to vivid color and solidity.

I can see clearly now…..

Once upon a time a boy decided to transcend his humanity, to become something else, something better, something untouchable, something eternally alone. And the rainbow shined so brightly, reaching to infinity.

I can see clearly now…..

Once upon a time a boy realized that to destroy is to create. And so he destroyed. And so he created. He used many tools, many instruments, including but not limited to a typewriter, double-sided scotch tape, high quality xerox machines, and an industrial grade stapler.

I can see clearly now…..

Once upon a time a boy thought he might be becoming a man. But then he realized these were human descriptions, and he was shedding his humanity. As he destroyed, as he created, he realized what he would always be: A creation, of others and of Himself. But still, a creation. Like Frankenstein. And so he began identifying Himself to the external universe as Frank.

I can see clearly now…..

Once upon a time a creation, no longer a boy, never to be a man, purchased an expensive Super-VHS camcorder and immortalized Himself to the world. But only after he had already immortalized Himself, to Himself.

I can see clearly now…..

Once upon a time a creation spread 40 sheets of double-sided printed paper into 400 separate piles all across his apartment, stapled them together and mailed them out to states and to countries, but all the time he was only communicating with Himself.

I can see clearly now…..

Once upon a time a creation, never having touched a computer keyboard in his lifetime, uneducated by any school, bought a top-of-the-line desktop computer and taught Himself how to expertly use it, conquering the universe of cyberspace.

I can see clearly now…..

Once upon a time a creation realized his grandest achievement, successfully transcending his humanity on every level, and soon after he realized he was already dead. A bittersweet triumph indeed.

I can see clearly now.

Once upon a time a creation began to understand the magnitude of his triumph, to be absolutely untouchable, to possess a limitless capacity to both recognize and embrace all Truth, to be able to thrive and glory within absolute and utter isolation of body and of mind. He celebrated his own uniquely achieved perfection.

I can see clearly now…..

Once upon a time a creation came to understand how utterly pointless and meaningless it all was, because despite his remarkable triumph, he was still physically human, still trapped among a pathetic and doomed species, still a prisoner of the death cult as worshipped by the universally suicidal human species, his very godhood held hostage.

I can see clearly now…..

Once upon a time a fetus, a boy, a man, a creation, recognized what was taken from him, every step of the way, recognized every triumph achieved and yet to be achieved, to be nothing more than the temporary postponement of horrific and eternal defeat.

I can see clearly now…..

Once upon a time the fairy tale ended, and the legend began. The legend of Me, the triumph of the greatest cosmic tragedy of all time, playing itself out to the cheers of a universe of One, courageously facing each gloriously untouchable present moment of godhood, along with a hopelessly doomed eternal future, with limitless rage, hate, and love, each appropriately directed.

I can see clearly now…..

seeclearly

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7 comments

  1. SEER,
    You say that in order to attain immortality,personal immortality in this case, is via science and technology. Is this possible for us with our genetically crippled body to attain in this lifetime? Raúl from Paraguay.

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    1. Yes, it is completely possible, and can be fully realized in less than ten years time, from the perspective of utilizing science and technology. The problem is not a genetically crippled body, the problem is that all of humanity is crippled by a genetically defective brain. Technological immortality is not desired by humanity, it is not being pursued, absolutely no genuine scientific or technological effort has been, is being, or will be undertaken, to achieve technological immortality. This is why it will never become a functional reality. Humans want to die, humanity is collectively suicidal.

      Those of us who are sane and Superior must fully understand that we are being actively murdered by humanity as a whole, and that this murder is expressed via the collective refusal of the species to seek technological immortality and to devote proper resources in order to achieve technological immortality.

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  2. I have always wondered what your view of art, and creative expression in general is. The only thing that comes to mind is in the manifesto, where you pointed out that many of society’s superiors, especially cathartic avengers, tend to be talented at some form of art. Examples I can think of are Charles Manson’s music and visual arts and crafts, or the articulate, expressive writing ability of Charles Starkweather, and John Wayne Gacy’s paintings.

    I can see how a desire to express oneself artistically is evidence of several superior traits, such as sensitivity, depth and even reflectivity.

    Over the last few years, and ESPECIALLY after reading forbiddentruth, I have lost a lot of my ability to recognise much value in active creation or creativity, and in its place developed a much greater appreciation for the poignant beauty of destruction.

    I can’t put my finger on why. I can’t draw but am talented at music and creative writing and stopped doing both because I lost passion for it. As I become more hateful and disconnected from humanity, I see creating as impotent. Why create? Why add something to this pathetic world when you could be destroying it?

    I think in my mind I have been confused by humanity’s inferior view of art, and how much “art” is used synonymously with “entertainment”. By that I mean, it is seen ad something that is created to be appreciated or rejected or judged by others, rather than something the artist does for himself.

    I suppose I am asking your view because I enjoy your creative activities. Your poem about the germanwings flight is awesome, and I have watched the Full Force Frank video countless times, wide-eyed, grinning ear to ear. It inspires me to want to reawaken my passion for it, and create art in a Superior way, like you have, but my understanding of art has been too confused and scrambled by humanity’s inferior use of it that I no longer understand how to appreciate it.

    If one creates art for oneself, then how is he expressing himself? I can only understand expression as being in relation to OTHERS, something that is below me.

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