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Contemplations of the Void
As a child and teenager
I would have dreams of
Falling through the safety net
Into Abyss
Into Void
Alone
Detaching from the body
Sensation of falling does not feel like falling
Detaching from the body
This is what death feels like
Sensory deprivation
There is no body to sense with
Only the self which is aware of the self
Only that exists
A purity of connecting with it
And then
Revelation there are others out there too
Aware I could not be the only one
Others also falling
But unreachable in the void
Perhaps through empathy and telepathy
Nothing else though
This was the training
To develop empathy and telepathy
To listen
To listen through the inner silence
To connect with others
This the only warmth the only comfort
The only thing left to do
To develop this level of perception
I first had to die
I had to come to this awareness
of the nihilistic training for myself
No other could teach it
That was part of the process
And so I could never communicate with others about it
For to do so would
Deny them the same revelation
necessary for them to discover for themself
this path of evolution
of the senses
Or it would start a cult
Either way
There are others alike this
I chose to wear black
The gothic subculture
Called me
This was how the darkness trained me
Not evil darkness
Cold lonely darkness
Not extrovert
Introvert
And within I found the light
I wanted to paint and draw all this
I did not know how
In the external world
Which is delusional and distraction from the meditation of Nothing
I discovered meaning hidden in
The pen work of Giger
of stairs into the Nothing
Showed me
How much I needed to go to Germany
I went there several times
I had a kid with a girl of Germanic descent
The Black Forest
Is the concept of the mythological Mayan sixth age creatures
Spirits not disguising and hiding from themselves
in delusion of the Mayan fifth age of illusion
The souls exposed and witnessed clearly for what they are
For they have done the purification ritual lifestyle meditation
Contemplating the void
Our role in it
Solipsism
These entities I see as stars
within my minds eye
the imagination which fleshes them
for recognition
Despite them being too far out of reach to access physically
with forgotten bodies
In this void we communicate internally
Once I had achieved this vision
Which took me decades to shape
into words for communication
But then I discovered physical pleasures
Shared
Shared without sharing also soul
Not only a distraction from the void
But also a healing from it
A light equally as bright to my attentions
As important to the development of consciousness
Yet very much connected to the body
Reawakening to time and space
Trapping our focal attention
into the Now
It is desire which earths us
yet must be earthed
for stability and relative sanity
A complicated culture
surrounds the need for sexuality
I blinked out of the void and into life
Not nearly so much as I should have
For I allowed others cynical judgement and jealousy
To inhibit me from satisfying my needs
I hid where I should have shone
Because I was snuffed when I shone
It has to do with confidence
So I went on dissatisfied into life
My whole life craving
To return to being that alone
But to do so with another
Who is also that alone
With the void within
To study the fire of life
Against the abyss of knowing
I seek one who knows the void as well as I
Who is as pure
To connect their emptiness with mine
So the void gates fuse and we become one
Without avoiding that
The way most do
Who have not studied this spiritual path
Who avoid the deepest level of truth
It is within us all
Yet so few of us acknowledge nor accept
Nor even know of what I speak
So I leave this for future generations
Who also find the void
Are changed by it
By becoming both Nothing and Everything
By way of evolution
Of sentience itself
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