Cedrine Esprit
quinta-feira, 15 de agosto de 2024
The Way Of The Trailblazer
Are you waiting for your "friends" and your "love" to go Out of their ways to meet the Supercharger and change? They are not Judy and Johnny.
Going Back To El Rey
How do you know if the people you meet out there are a "church"? It's simple: do they warn you that you're in danger? If they communicate a Jesus who "loves" and "understands", and you find "peace" and "safety" in their words to stay in the system, you are believing in a lie, not Him. Are you going to be saved anyway? How can you know anything without seeking Her? Most preachers, when giving a speech that draws from the prodigal son's text, don't have the versatility to make use of the Whole, to take the road that branches off to other words where the lost never makes it Home, maybe because they think God has no intention of inspiring His children with Fear.
The Gun is always firing calling you to jump In, but you choose to postpone Him as you try to think that the horror only happens in movies and in the news you watch on TV. While it's "comfortable" in the room, you can't think of a reason to look for the Exit, though there are More than you can imagine. There's no such thing as "luck", only Jesus. If you don't believe in "youth" and "riches", don't want to go back "home" and find the incident, you must obey and move forward, because He is faithful to lead you to the hidden Treasure He promised you. "Fame" kills Love, so you have to let it die in order to embrace the real Opportunity to take off in Her wild wings.
She kissed him deadly.
There within the Cinema.
Getting Lucky
Let's straighten this Out there. Because the self-righteous, who are ready to stay inside until the end, will persist in believing that having the appearance only is enough. That's "straightening" for happy fools, to give them the "good" show they are asking for and get them buying it. There is no Love, no Good in them; they are in it for the "success".
Portal To The Foreign Land
I'm going Out of the way that is not Mine, hitting my Tree and getting into Her.
I know what happens when you try to crash when it's too late.
My Hate Is My Strength
I pour the Salt in the wound of your pathetic "desire" and you scream in pain because you can't admit that your journey in the "dream" is in vain. You need to believe, like every "religious" fool does, that He has been guiding and directing you from the start. What start? When have you denied your "self", humbled your "self" to receive Sight and ascend? You are as lame and unsophisticated as any openly self-centered individual who doesn't call him "self" a "christian" (a label that often people use to sell them "selves" as faithful, good and right), who loves the falsehood and believes that the meaning of life is to seek his own selfish desire. You and your brethren should try some Hate sometime to see if you are connected at last and your separation from Her is solved.
Shoot me with your shotgun, cheap metal god's servant; this beast's gotten Autohealing.
I've just read your favorite lyrics again and I'm wondering what the fuck the "skyline" is doing there.
quarta-feira, 14 de agosto de 2024
Not Without Incident
I changed my mind, I'm not going to give up my Life and kill myself anymore. Those people, they don't even have a real Job, so I bet some of them write that to buy some cocaine. Since by means of their weak fake words they can't get any Hope for themselves, they must try some other way to "transcend" their apathy and coldness, as easy to get as the apparently wise words. Suddenly, they became good without having to forsake any "thing" because they found the evil one, you know, the guy who is the worst among all of those who are in jail. How did I manage to get this reputation? I think it was through an extreme lack of interest in pleasing people, like, "FUCK YOU!!!". Haha! I don't care, I don't say and do any "thing" to gain and keep "friends".
There's no one there to help you, not even when you're surrounded by "friends".
The system is no Place to build your home.
There's no one there to help you, not even when you're surrounded by "friends".
The system is no Place to build your home.
Secret Follower
Hello, Morgane.
I'm glad you made your way back to the baby you. I knew it couldn't be your personality or only you trying to fit the mold; there was clearly something inside you other than the infected wicked air one breathes when in a "social" environment, unaware that they are in a battlefield. Don't stop to ponder the "things" it offers as the rest does, as if they were a good deal; think big, seeking to see how fake and worthless they are instead. Be truly ambitious, fight for the Truth and yourself. Because this is a self-righteous world, that is, it's not the Word that makes them clean, so only apparently we're not dealing with poisoned minds when in contact with "normal" and "healthy" people. Even those with a "religious" speech are not really just selves speaking.
If you made it this far, there must be Someone secretly watching over you.
Let's just walk right Out of this world.
I'm glad you made your way back to the baby you. I knew it couldn't be your personality or only you trying to fit the mold; there was clearly something inside you other than the infected wicked air one breathes when in a "social" environment, unaware that they are in a battlefield. Don't stop to ponder the "things" it offers as the rest does, as if they were a good deal; think big, seeking to see how fake and worthless they are instead. Be truly ambitious, fight for the Truth and yourself. Because this is a self-righteous world, that is, it's not the Word that makes them clean, so only apparently we're not dealing with poisoned minds when in contact with "normal" and "healthy" people. Even those with a "religious" speech are not really just selves speaking.
If you made it this far, there must be Someone secretly watching over you.
Let's just walk right Out of this world.
terça-feira, 13 de agosto de 2024
I Propose We Look For A New Quarto
"Hot" Market
The infinite loop is so attractive to those who don't have time to think because they know that the "love" inventory, as well as demand, are high. There are one billion "loves" out there ready to sell them "selves" for a little price. Polygamically and hypergamically, the little price ranges from one with the lowest position to that located at the top of the whole, whether such a "highness" was inherited or the individual has worked his way up to it. Unfortunately, when you don't have time to think (starting by about how totally useless "reason" is to find a Truth that is a Person, an Object that is above you), you don't have time to feel. So maybe, without knowing it, you're believing in a way that enslaves, controls you, and "all" it offers, his "future", is not going to set you free, not one little bit.
Everyone I really touch is supposed to turn to silver before being sold.
To know if I'm the dealer, just remember, a good man and a good woman are hard to find.
Becoming Spirit
Vou ali calibrar o pneu do Quadra com a Supernova Vibração e jah volto para levar a Toni à Roda dos movimentadores de salgueiros.
Dnv E Dnv
"Turn you at my reproof: behold, I will pour out my spirit unto you, I will make known my words unto you."
It's Day and Night again, and I'm frozen in the same time. What year is this? I think I've completely lost track of time. I could say I myself have decided on this career of savior of the Moonworld, that is, if I hadn't ever known the Truth, probably the world would have decided on it for me. Not even tiny changes in the Way I reason were made, because when you're in Tune to receive Her you soon perceive that the word you heard doesn't belong to the Source you've known. And you go back to the Life you really want.
Did you just hear Her calling?
Listen.
Entire
Don't you worry, go on talking about One More Thing. 🗿
Just work in Emotion; recalibrations can't get to you there. 😜
segunda-feira, 12 de agosto de 2024
The Hills
Tá nervosa?
Vem comigo para o outro Lado.
Eu já fui; é lá que toca a Música dos que têm sede da Sortuda.
Fruitless
What's the speech we always hear people do after a mutual breakup? They wish each other all the "success" in the world, all the "happiness", and that's it, they're ready to start searching for a new partner in the system to make "life" a little more "exciting". It's an infinite loop of vanity where the condition to leave the hellhole is never met, given that the individual is not searching for Truth to begin with. So they "believe" and "hope" that one day they're going to find another selfish soul that is compatible with them, ignoring that when you're compatible with the hellhole, you're incompatible with Love; you're in a world of shit where polygamy and hypergamy are the only possibilities.
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