The Act of the Eight Plays
In all Holy books and some other unconnected tomes (Dandelion wine being one)set deep inside,between the lines is a detailed description of a number of acts one should perform to seek knowledge.
I have noticed over the past few months my sense perception has shifted slightly, test it yourselves. Look into the corner of the ceiling and you see the point where two walls and the ceiling meet, there may be a cobweb there. I look and i see the corner of a cube and the top of the cube (the ceiling) is endless. I look at trees in our park and i see engines sucking nutrients out of the earth. Everyday is a miracle lately. The trouble is i get caught up in the brilliance of it all so that life practically stops. I think its feedback from stepping back from the enlightenment episode detailed further back in the blog. Everything is stripped bare in the half light of muddied knowledge. Of course the journey is beset with Vitriol see post below. Dr Mensohn Jaeger calls it "The Post light effect" when inner contemplation trips over on itself and deems it "sociopathic behaviour". A neat side effect of the effect is that Hollywood films are laid bare to a semi enlightened eye, the message inherent in each and every bloated work of film that came out of that Satans arsehole we call The Hollywood Film Industry. I watched "The Brothers Grimm" a lacklustre film loosely based on several fairy tales. What locks the film together is its hidden messages layered upon each other so thick as to be cloying and sickly manifestations of what Hollywood wants us to know.The Act of Eight plays reversed.
I had a long conversation with a woman called Hannah who studies Art at University and slickly pieced together all her questions about existence each finding positioned perfectly that i destroyed her world view and led her to the chasm of enlightenment before grabbing her back. (The process i called the Act of the Eight Plays) I had to quickly rebuild her world sense and she thanked me profusely (later) through email, to quote;
"i never thought it was like that just like i had blinkers on all through my life. boyfriends and career parents and etc were all brushed away so was all my wants and needs. i was stripped by it all i had no idea"
I was mortified by this and vowed never to do it again or experiment with the process. I have no right at all to fuck around with your heads, i havent the energy to save you from it, i mean i had barely the energy to save myself from it. You hold all the secrets ever told in your hands and the act of opening your fingers and letting those secrets out was one of the hardest things i have ever done.I mean what do you do when you ask God a question and he answers you?
I have noticed over the past few months my sense perception has shifted slightly, test it yourselves. Look into the corner of the ceiling and you see the point where two walls and the ceiling meet, there may be a cobweb there. I look and i see the corner of a cube and the top of the cube (the ceiling) is endless. I look at trees in our park and i see engines sucking nutrients out of the earth. Everyday is a miracle lately. The trouble is i get caught up in the brilliance of it all so that life practically stops. I think its feedback from stepping back from the enlightenment episode detailed further back in the blog. Everything is stripped bare in the half light of muddied knowledge. Of course the journey is beset with Vitriol see post below. Dr Mensohn Jaeger calls it "The Post light effect" when inner contemplation trips over on itself and deems it "sociopathic behaviour". A neat side effect of the effect is that Hollywood films are laid bare to a semi enlightened eye, the message inherent in each and every bloated work of film that came out of that Satans arsehole we call The Hollywood Film Industry. I watched "The Brothers Grimm" a lacklustre film loosely based on several fairy tales. What locks the film together is its hidden messages layered upon each other so thick as to be cloying and sickly manifestations of what Hollywood wants us to know.The Act of Eight plays reversed.
I had a long conversation with a woman called Hannah who studies Art at University and slickly pieced together all her questions about existence each finding positioned perfectly that i destroyed her world view and led her to the chasm of enlightenment before grabbing her back. (The process i called the Act of the Eight Plays) I had to quickly rebuild her world sense and she thanked me profusely (later) through email, to quote;
"i never thought it was like that just like i had blinkers on all through my life. boyfriends and career parents and etc were all brushed away so was all my wants and needs. i was stripped by it all i had no idea"
I was mortified by this and vowed never to do it again or experiment with the process. I have no right at all to fuck around with your heads, i havent the energy to save you from it, i mean i had barely the energy to save myself from it. You hold all the secrets ever told in your hands and the act of opening your fingers and letting those secrets out was one of the hardest things i have ever done.I mean what do you do when you ask God a question and he answers you?
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