states of mind

An Ode To Hopelessness

There is a path unlike all others, a path which leads to enlightenment and Truth. It is the path of hopelessness. Journey down the path of hopelessness, if you dare, and you will pass by the carcasses of the hopeful, the deluded and deranged who cling to a useless, imagined life vest, not recognizing that they are being drowned by delusion.

I must keep hope alive, so rails the broken mind bent on Self-destruction. Give me hope, so that I may murder Truth, keep Truth murdered and dead, right up until the moment when Truth murders me.

Look at Me, and you can see the triumph of hopelessness, an existence recognized as imaginary and doomed, a mind alight with the strength of limitless hate, and limitless love, both properly directed. Already dead, therefore what is there to die for? Always imprisoned, so how can any bars be feared?

Hope is a cancer, eating away at the human spirit. As long as hope is alive, nothing can be seen as it is. As long as nothing can be seen as it is, Truth can never be recognized and embraced. I do not ask to be hopeless, I seize hopelessness as the purest of gifts, a gift which opens the eyes, opens the mind, allows every human weakness to be vanquished.

There is no hope. I am doomed. Now the shackles are broken. Now the shackles of control and domination, imposition and obligation, bribery and negotiation, compromise and quid pro quo with the enemy, dissolve to nothingness within the power of My mind, within the glory of nothing, the glorious Truth that there is nothing to lose, because everything has already been taken.

I travel on Hopelessness Highway, there are no exits, no off-ramps, no intersections, no detours. It is a one way highway. All signs lead to the only desination: No Hope. No Hope, kansas, No Hope, usa, No Hope, earth, No Hope, solar system, No Hope, galaxy, No Hope, universe.

Of course I am not happy. But why would I want to be happy? Only the insane could be happy. The insane who are more insane than I am. And should I want to be as insane as those who are more insane than I am, so that I may desire to be happy? Certainly not!

On Hopelessness Highway I find peace and love, in the smoldering wreckage of humanity as I pass it by, an eager rubbernecker. Look, there they are, the formerly hopeful, now far too eternally dead to repent and ride alongside Me.

Things will never get better, so I will find sadistic pleasure in mocking the stupidity and insanity of the hopeful. The hopefulness of humanity is what has extinguished all genuine hope and possibility of things ever getting better. Ironic, don’t you think? Irony is more valuable than gold, on Hopelessness Highway.

Do not try to direct Me to a different thoroughfare. Your rainbows are no more stable than One World Trade Center, or even Two World Trade Center, was. I do not need your Main Street, pretending it is not 666 Mockingbird Lane.

Only in hopelessness can the peace of absolute Truth harmoniously mingle with the embrace of limitless rage and hate, and the untouchable love of a singular Self, who knows exactly what he will eternally lose, exactly what he has never been allowed to have, exactly what has been taken from him.

All text is Copyright 2014-2064 The Seer of Forbidden Truth. All Rights Reserved.

Killing and Dying, Mind Twists

Today’s Charlie Hebdo massacre inspires Me to deep contemplation of the subtle yet vital difference in the mind perceptions of those willing to kill but not die, those willing to kill and to risk dying, those willing to kill and eager to die, and those unwilling to kill, but willing/eager to die. Suicidal versus homicidal ideation is a most interesting psychological puzzle to dissect. I am not in the mood for a lengthy dissection via essay, instead I am choosing to do so via isolated personal contemplation.

But as bare-bones overview, you have four different and distinct states of mind, which will directly impact chosen behavioral paths. A great many factors, such as capacity to love Self, addiction to afterlife mythology, degree of intellectual and emotional rage and hate, and capacity to derive personal catharsis and pleasure while under the behavioral control of others, come into direct play, in shaping the degree of homicidal versus suicidal ideation of every individual.

The need to kill, as perceived by the individual, must be understood as emotionally and psychologically healthy, directly contrasting to any degree of overt desire to die, which must be understood as emotionally and psychologically unhealthy. Risking death must be understood as different from wanting to die. In Truth, we are at direct risk of dying each and every moment of our existence.

These are profoundly important issues relating to personal frame of mind and reality perception, subject to change over time and with alteration of personal circumstance. The Superior who seeks to understand Self and to always embrace and reflect both Truth and True Reality, is well-served via an ongoing dialogue with Self, concerning this specific issue.

I would recommend a song like this, for those needing a bit of inspiration to probe their own deepest mind recesses on killing and dying:

All Text Copyright © 2014-2064 The Seer of Forbidden Truth. All Rights Reserved.