Tag: Spirituality



Feb 12th, 2020

1st Update – 3,193 words

The sun has just risen. A young boy, around the age of 10, is running through the forest. Scared. In tears.

He has no clothes on except for a pair of dirty underwear. 

Running almost hysterically through the evergreen, he screams and he cries as he dodges downed trees and limbs. His agility for a ten-year-old is uncanny for his age. He doesn’t know where to go. For all he knows his entire family was just killed in the explosion that destroyed his childhood home. He thought if only his dad would have let him help this wouldn’t have happened.

Cut to: Exploded Farm House – Dawn

Private Cooper is still in complete shock. It takes him some time to realize what has happened and where he is at. As he walks through the rubble of the still burning country home, he begins to look for any signs of life amongst his former squadmates. None seem to be alive. He notices a shimmering object that seems to stick out of the pile. He gets closer and realizes it is the sword that Spoon had used in the prior kitchen space. Checking to see if the handle is hot, he touches it with his fingers. The leather grip is cool enough for him to grab. He pulls the sword out and uses it almost like a cane.

Walking around the house, he begins to notice that the werewolves that were killed have now recently transformed back into their dead human carcasses. He worries that they may still be able to heal and wonders if he should try to look for survivors or finish them off with his sword. He does not want another battle like what just happened, as he is still wounded with a limp and a deep cut had that had to be bandaged with a tourniquet. As far as he can tell he is the only one alive from his platoon’s battle with the family of werewolves. 

Although he is wounded and believes he is alone, he worries that some of the enemies are still alive or can heal themselves, thus he begins to move with a bit more speed collecting whatever supplies that he can quickly. He finds a backpack that is half burnt but still useable. He begins picking up random items that he finds around and outside the house. After collecting enough, he darts off into the forest going for the higher ground, hopefully with some view of the house. He reaches this point just to have a safe place to think for some time. 

He looks around for a semi-hidden area. Amongst a group of trees, he builds a small area to rest. From here he begins removing his bandage and notices that the wound is worse than previously thought. At first, he was in shock with adrenaline, but now as he removes the first bandage there is quite a bit of blood loss and the pain kicks in. He bandages himself once again, but finally succumbs to the blood loss by passing out.

Cut to: Later in the day. 

The boy finds himself at a crossroads literally and figuratively. He approaches a stream of water and begins to drink and wash the dirt from his body. Should he return to the house and look for survivors or attempt to continue on and survive alone? He can hunt during the full moon, but can he hunt in human form? His mind went back to his youth.

He remembered his first memory of being with his family on the hunt. He knew that they were hunting elk and he could hear their commands even if they did not speak in a human’s language while changed. As they caught the pack of elk, he remembers the rush of excitement that came from closing in. He remembers his father jumping from the hillside on top of the huge buck. Its antlers must have been at least three foot across. The boy could hear everything, but dare not open his eyes when he saw his father munching down on the throat of the elk for the first time.

He was a few years older when he remembered his first kill. He was roaming around the north side of the big mountain when he spotted a pack of wolves chasing a rabbit. The wolves turned their attention onto him, as he was in human form at the time. They came closer and closer to him until they had him surrounded. He acted like he was going to fight them and then one of the leaders of the pack approached and sniffed for a while. The boy growled and began to leash and arrow. The boy thought they were about to trounce when all of a sudden the head wolf let out a small howl, then turned around and walked away. His entire pack soon followed after. The boy then proceeded to hunt the rabbit with his bow, as he was not hunting in the wolf form at that moment. He pulled back the sinew and let one fly. A perfect shot for his first solo kill. 

His first kill as a werewolf came against a bear that was fighting against his family. He remembered approaching from behind and biting the bear on the ankle, snapping her Achilles tendon. The mother bear quickly fell. Since it was he that made the blow, it was considered his duty to make the full kill. Coming in from the side, he leapt off the ground and went straight for the neck. Grabbing a hold, he pulled away ripping a chunk out of the jugular. The bear moaned and breathed its last breath. The meat was the best he ever tasted while he was a wolf and even later on when he was a human once again. He remembered the pelt he made from the fur and wished he had it with him now.

He would need to take the skills that he learned during this time and put them to use. To save his own life, he would have to find something to eat. He thought about trying to make a weapon out of a stick and some stones from the creekbed. He looked around until he found one that looked sharp enough and plucked it from the water. He knew that he could sharpen it a bit further from granite stone. He noticed one down the creek. Combining the sharp rock with the granite he was able to make it sharp enough to pierce the skin. After this, he looked for any downed pines nearby. He knew by combing the rock with a pine and some tree bark to wrap he would have a weapon in case he came upon an animal or needed to defend himself. Eventually, the staff was complete and he began to walk the creek again.

Heading back in the direction of his home, he reached an area that he recognized. He knew that if he took it all the way north he would not be far from where the home had been. He just so happened to see a small school of fish and thought he would give his spear a shot at catching one. He took his time and remembered to aim above them as aiming directly would miss when shooting into the water. On his first try, he missed. After a small adjustment he hit one of the larger ones straight in the belly. He brought the fish up and began to eat it raw like his dad used to either in werewolf or human form. 

Going a bit further he noticed a nut tree up ahead and gathered what he could find. The fish and nuts were enough for him at the moment. By nightfall, he would reach their house. What would he find? Who might still be alive? If the soldiers were still there, would they try to attack him? He wasn’t for sure. 

Cut to: Cooper’s make-shift forest bunker.

Cooper awoke with a gasp. It was approaching nightfall. There were many bugs around, and he noticed the pain in his wound. He removed the bandages slowly and thankfully he thought the cut had started to scab over. He knew if he didn’t find some antibiotics or some help soon he wouldn’t make it much longer. 

He looked through the small opening down at the house and from what it looked like nothing had changed. He could not hear any movement or sounds except the smoldering and crackling of the fire. He thought about his next move carefully. If he returned and someone was there waiting on him, he probably wouldn’t make it as his wound was getting worse. He knew however it was a chance he had to take. 

He looked at the small amount of supplies he had gathered and began repacking them into the backpack he found earlier. He had one more bandage he wanted to save for later. He found a lighter to use to create a fire and a small apple that had gone uneaten. He thought about eating it but wanted to save it until he was sure he could find more food. Lastly, he had his sword. Using this sword as a prop he gathered his strength and began to walk slowly through the forest back to the house.

He didn’t notice any movement and came around the bend to where the garage used to be. He thought maybe there might be some old medicine cabinets that would have survived the explosion. This might be his only hope if no one was coming to save him.

As Cooper circled the former garage, he was a bit out of breath from the hike down. He was as quiet as possible and knew he would have the element of surprise if anyone was hiding for an ambush. All of a sudden a crack was heard down the near ravine. It had to have been made by a human or animal. He crouched down and waited for what would come.

Cut to: A ravine 

The boy made his way up from the creek-bed towards the house. He tried to stay as silent as possible and approached downwind to block his smell. As he went up the hill and saw the smoke for the first time, he thought about his family again. Images of his childhood flashed through his memory. He hoped that he could find someone alive. At this moment he accidentally stepped on a twig that let out a crash. Hopefully, no one heard him. He kept on going until he reached the first clearing.

He looked around to see if anyone was there, but couldn’t see anyone. He noticed the body of his mother laying between the forest and the former house. He wanted to stay crouched and hidden, but the emotions overcame him and he began to run towards her. He knelt down, put his head onto her chest and began to cry. 

Cut to: Cooper next to the garage. 

Cooper saw the boy rush out towards one of the bodies of the former werewolf. He was a bit confused as the boy was nearly naked with a large staff. “Was this one of the children that lived here? Would he attack me if I were to approach?” Cooper thought. He reckoned that it was better to keep his distance, just in case there were any more hiding and this was some sort of trap.

Cut to: The boy and his mom

The boy started to holler. He didn’t care anymore if someone saw him or tried to kill him. He had been very close with his whole family as they were all that he had. Although he was scared of the soldiers, he knew that if he saw one alive he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from trying to kill him. He could feel that feeling of fury, of bloodlust. Even as a child it was deep within him.

The boy’s idea of heaven was living in the forest with his family forever. He could not believe that his family had just been taken away from him. He thought maybe he was dreaming and tried to wake up but could not. It had just been the past week that his mother told him that if anything ever happened to them he was to run away as far as he could and survive like they taught him. And now how could this be? Crying over his mother’s dead body, he was overcome with anguish. If he found the men who did this, they would not survive, he felt.

Cut to: Cooper

Cooper knew that he had to make contact. If he didn’t, he was probably going to die. Thus, he took a chance with the boy. Steadying himself upon the sword, he moved closer to the boy’s position. The boy was still crouched on his mother. He said in a loud voice, “Boy, I am not here to hurt you.”

The boy immediately jumped up and grabbed his staff, aiming it in every direction. He wasn’t for sure where the voice had originated immediately.

Cooper lifted from his hiding position. “I am sorry for what happened here. It was not my choice…”

At this same moment, the boy began running at full speed towards Cooper. He drew up the spear and threw it as hard as he could at Cooper’s chest. At the right time, Cooper spun out of the direction of the spear and it whizzed on by. Cooper drew his sword as the boy approached in haste. The boy noticed the sword and slowed down until he stopped at the last possible second. The blade was nearly touching the boy’s throat and Cooper, although injured, could have killed him there if he wanted.

“Listen, boy,” he shouted, “I’ve had enough death for one day. I know that you must be angry, but if you want to die then keep right on with it.”

The boy began to calm down a bit and fell to his knees. 

“You killed my whole family. Why should I believe anything you say?”, the boy said in a deep Scottish accent.

“I cannot undo what has happened,” Cooper said. “What do you expect from me?” The boy got up slowly and started to back away. Cooper drew down his sword, reached into his pack and threw the boy the apple. He caught it in his hand, but the boy threw it back. “I don’t need your help,” said the boy. 

Surprised with the boy’s maturity and dexterity, Cooper caught the apple with his open hand. ”What if I may need yours?”, he slowly responded.

The boy thought about it for a second. “Why should I give it to you?”, he asked. He told Cooper that his whole family was dead it seemed. Cooper felt bad but told the boy that even if his platoon had come to this area, he never knew what for.

He was told initially it was a training mission. After finding his former special operations commander ripped to shreds, he was merely defending himself and his platoon from the werewolves who were on the attack.

“What were we supposed to do? Run away? Play dead?”, asked Cooper.

The boy started to cry again. “They wouldn’t have attacked you if you wouldn’t have come here. Don’t you know that?”, the boy whimpered.

They both thought about what had happened. Whose fault was it? It was obviously not the young boy’s fault. It was not really Cooper’s fault that he was in this position either. He was now merely a survivor, trying to find a way out.

“Do you know where any medicine might be?” Cooper asked.

“I know we had some in the house, but it wasn’t for us. We never had to use medicine. When we were cut, we would heal. Do you not heal when you are cut?”, said the boy.

”Yes,” laughed Cooper, “We do heal, just maybe not as fast as you.”

Cooper began to realize the boy knew very little of non-werewolf humans or how they lived. Was it because his family had not taught him or had he not spent much time with “real” people?

“What’s your name kid?” asked Cooper. “My family called my Tenny, short for Tennyson.” responded the boy. “Tenny eh? Well, you can call me Coop.” 

When Cooper realized that the boy was a werewolf an idea came to him. If he could not find medicine or communicate with someone for emergency help, could the boy bite him to turn him? Would it heal him as well? Would he be a werewolf for the rest of his life after he thought? Would it be worth it? Surviving, but deformed? He considered it a last resort but didn’t mention it to the boy yet.

They had to work together, so they would need to overlook what had happened the previous night between his family and the man’s platoon. The boy thought about how many men had come in the past to try and kill his family. How many times had they been victorious, protecting their home and way of life from the outsiders who only wanted to capture his family members to torture and test in their labs? Why was this man successful where others had failed? What was special about him?

Cooper looked at the boy and couldn’t but help feeling a little sadness for his situation. He thought that the boy would probably die out here alone, but maybe he was wrong. Maybe it would be him that would die out here without the help of the boy. He didn’t know these woods, nor where the closest neighbors or villages might be. Perhaps by joining together, this is the only way they would both make it out of there alive. 

Cooper began to ask the boy some questions. “Do you have any other vehicles around this area? Perhaps some that are hidden? A bike maybe?” The boy shook his head that they didn’t have anything like that. He knew they used to have an old 4-wheeler, but that it had been broken down for some time. Maybe if Cooper was a good mechanic he might be able to get it to start. Did they have any gas left from the barn that exploded? Or the house? Neither could be for sure until they looked closer.

Eventually, they decide that they would need to work together to survive and make it out of the forest together.

Cut to: Later on in story

It was not long after this that a helicopter was heard in the distance. Could it be that someone knew they were there? How could they know the area? Could someone have seen the explosion and sent for help? Should he and the boy try to get their attention or let them pass on? Neither could be for sure if they would be their enemy or a friend.


The Unrecognized Immanentizing the Eschaton

In today’s day and age, humans are born robots until they learn to become human and what that entails. I have dedicated my life to teaching people how to become human and it seems everyone just wants to stay a robot.  

We live in such a time wherein our society people are promoted by incompetence and non-achievement rather than its opposite. We live in a society where the reward for not rebelling all of one’s life is a “retirement” where one dwells in unhealthy inactivity for their remaining years like a cow put out to pasture at the end of its life.

The concept of the Christian afterlife of Heaven was created to make those who have done nothing their whole lives feel a bit better about themselves; that somehow they did not waste their whole lives waiting to die.

We live in a time where those who have fought in their own struggle to break free from the system and who can teach others how to break free as well are held back or hidden from society. If they cannot be killed, they will be silenced. These are the unrecognized.

If a robot goes on defending his slavery, the system of slavery, and his wonderful slave job, the system will reward that robot with a new house, a new car, a promotion, or even a future in politics. If one does not believe in the system of slavery and works against it, no matter how competent or achieving that person is, he will not be recognized as his ideas are antithetical to the only system in place; which is liberal capitalistic slavery.

It is time for a change.

I’ve done quite a bit in my life for someone who is not recognized. In comparison, in today’s day and age, thousands and even more are recognized in society for literally doing nothing. There has never been a time in history where the unworthy are rewarded with credit and recognition and the worthy are rewarded with slander and unrecognition.

I don’t remember the last time I was impressed with someone I met and come to think of it I don’t remember any time in my life were a true lasting deep impression was made upon me by someone else from a random meeting. 

This is not meant to be seen as self-pity. We live in a world where instead of our “leadership” recognizing talent, reaching out a hand and helping to mold that talent, the leadership actively suppresses talent and those who are worthy of rising in society. It is on a scale unimaginable to our ancestors. Perhaps some people in the world can identify with this feeling. To me it is one of the highest forms of suffering for an individual to go through. Especially for one who subsists on hard meaningless labor.

I think the most difficult thing in my life is or has been living with groups of people who in no way value the same things that are important to me. That is the crux of my suffering. Living with people with completely different values of what are important to me. Or what is important in general. I have never lived fully with a group with the same values as me. Perhaps the closest was a fraternity when I was younger and “unconscious”, where we all valued the same things, partying and women. Or later on in a monastery or meditation center where we all had similar taught values which we lived by, purification and spirituality. Other than that nothing comes close to containing the full set of values on a wide range that I have. One day I would like to see what this world, even on a local scale, looks like. 

I wish that my message could be heard and realized “quicker,” but I also see that is a fun part of the process, working so hard that recognition must eventually occur. I merely want to be recognized so that my message is not lost in the dustbin of history and to spread that message as so many individuals are needlessly suffering and torturing themselves because of ignorance propagated by the system and the entity which works against us. Furthermore, I would be upset if someone in the future took credit for the discoveries that I have uncovered in this life. The only way to not allow this to happen is to become known and recognized while still alive. 

I would say the greatest difference between my beliefs and the common Christian is that I believe we are already in Heaven, even though it also has the potentiality to turn into hell, which is not far off. God sits with me every day. We work together to prevent relative hell from coming to this earth, whereas content individuals wait on something beyond this world that perhaps does not exist. Another way to look at it is this. At the end of our lives, God will give us the choice to go to some eternal heaven or to come back here to continue to attempt to make the world a better place until we are comfortable leaving. Those who choose to go to heaven and not come back to help the world will not deserve heaven. Thus, this paradox automatically makes this world heaven.

Any world that natural law, metaphysics, and logos exist is essentially heaven. It means that it is absolutely perfect. It is only relatively imperfect. The ability to change the world relatively, but with a basis of absolute metaphysical precision, is a perfect world. The opposite would be pure chaos with no possibility for understanding or control, which to me is hellashish.

It is not anyone’s fault if they are content. Contentment is promoted as the goal and is actively allowed and pushed to happen in a liberal capitalistic society where total enslavement is the ultimate goal of that entity which works against us. The first line of defense of the system itself is to promote contentedness. We should be so far beyond contentment we have no conception of such an idea.

Fell asleep into a dream. I was in a theatre packed with people and many high ranking generals. In the end, all the generals rose as everyone was clapping. I rose too but realized it was only military men who were standing so I sat back down.

Many people are saying the US is destined for a civil war, but to be a civil war there would truly have to be something worth fighting for. And even more so, two opposing ideologies or perspectives worth fighting for. We don’t have this, nor do we have even one ideology that people would fight for. It is everyone against everyone. No one, that is known to society, is strong enough to start a side worth joining or opposing. This is the post-modern death of liberalism.

Must come up with a better word than the Devil. A different concept as the Devil is archaic. What is the opposite of consciousness that automatically and actively leads society in a certain direction that is not in it’s best interest?. Perhaps “that entity which works against us.”

I guess I just feel like the world has been built to just be ok. It’s the system itself that is built to just make us barely content enough to not rebel. Then it slowly heats up until we are all cooked. That’s what I am rebelling against. We should be content, but not with a system that masks its deficiencies by making us content. I guess I’m tired of just seeing a full society of merely content individuals.

Did the cow come from the buffalo? If so make the analogy of the buffalo running free, then captured, and pacified until it becomes the cow sitting in a fence waiting for food. That’s what humanity has become. We have to become buffalos once again, where all fear our thunderous stampede.

Metarchism is the fourth political theory. Metaphysical anarchism. In actuality, it is the pre-political non-theory and our true nature.

New speculations on solipsism, Dasein, and the battle against the entity which works against us.

Are natural laws and metaphysics set in stone? Or are they developed, spread, believed in, and then created? Do we design our own worlds or are we merely discovering the laws already in place slowly for eternity?

I’ve noticed that when my anger arises OR when my cravings for accumulations arise or more realistically “offerings of objects” arise, the world around me literally changes. It is a combination of the external with my internal.

Are those around me who are ignorant of dharma and metaphysics purely within my realm of existence of purification, etc.? Is this the origin of solipsism? Is solipsism or it’s theory not merely developed by someone who was singularly “in control” or singularly with “Dasein” in a given local area?

If true, in essence, there is no such thing as global solipsism unless there is only a singular individual aware of and in control of his or her purification faculties. If this were true, the object of this one’s life would be to impart their knowledge onto others to remove the solipsism, create duality and then multiplicity culture which would guarantee a future of unpredictability.

The main goal of the entity that works against us is to not only create global enslavement with no possibility of breaking free but also to create a completely predictable future, without the possibility of non-predicted events from occurring. The work of those who are against this entity would be to build a world where total enslavement is impossible, all beings would be completely free in all regards, metaphysically and physically, and to create a completely unpredictable world.

The beauty of this world is the metaphysical fact that a single being can quite literally “save” the world in a given time. There is no such thing as “the” savior in a singular historical sense. There are saviors throughout history, in our past and forevermore into our future. All past beings that were working with the same similar “goal” and were able to successfully pass on their knowledge would, in essence, be in or with a singular individual as the information of the past collective is imparted onto them.

Immanentizing the Eschaton


Purification is:

Fountain of Youth – Brings back youth

Holy Grail – Can heal your body, mind, and spirit

Spear of Destiny – Allows you to take your fate and direction into hand.


It is one thing however to control our own destinies and quite another to be knowledgeable about the “correct” direction that society should be heading. This is perhaps a bit more of a unique situation.


With this knowledge, we no longer need:


Environmental protection


To be consumeristic or materialistic.

A police force or prison system.

The list goes on.


No group of individuals can be defeated that understand these principles as it would fundamentally alter the potentiality for harm and death.

The fear that most people have of anarchy or no government is that everyone will go around killing each other. The knowledge of purification and metaphysics must be in existence for this state to come into effect. With this knowledge, only the ignorant will go around killing each other. Once people see a different way of life, and the supreme benefits, people will choose the better life…

“His disciples said to him, “When will the kingdom come?” Jesus said, “It will not come by waiting for it. It will not be a matter of saying ‘Here it is’ or ‘There it is’. Rather, the kingdom of the father is spread out upon the earth, and people do not see it.” Gospel of Thomas 113



The Path to Purification that Anyone Can Understand

October 29th, 2019 – 10 PM – Golden Turtle House – Fayetteville, AR

Our current situation is an amalgamation of all decisions of our past. Thus whatever we have now is what we deserve, individually and collectively. To change our futures, in both regards, we must change our decisions and lifestyles now, before it is too late.

In essence, when one is continuously making the correct decisions, one gets to a point that they live in the flow of their past good decisions. This can be done indefinitely and will even transcend death.

What is one to do when one gets to a point of invulnerability from harm because of one’s past decisions? To me it is to teach and influence the world in an objective clarified manner. It is to reproduce oneself or what one has learned into others. To  encourage everyone to make good decisions now to change our collective future in a positive direction. The system of the hidden realms work against us and is not human, but humans perpetuate it because of ignorance and fear. If we can come together as humans and realize our enemies are not each other, we can transcend and defeat the system that has held us back for so long.

There will be great difficulties in this path and great resistance, but that is fine as it is what makes life worth living. To rebel is in our nature. To not conform. Our ancestors, especially those whose ancestors traveled to the US and then further into the untouched and unknown heartland, were rebels and non conformists. Should we be upset if this gene has carried into our own blood and humanity?

What should we rebel against? We should rebel against those who believe they have the right to manipulate and control us for their own collective needs or wants. The citizenry of the world, more or less, has become domesticated and enslaved from reaching true freedom. We are prisoners who cannot see our chains nor how we are bound. Those who “like the world” or are doing well in the system are those who cannot see the problems with the system and since they do not see the problems they do not rebel and are rewarded either directly by the system itself or the inner system which also calls for full assimilation. Thus if one cannot see a problem, one will not rebel. This is its first line of defense. If one sees a problem, but does nothing because one believes one cannot do anything, this is the second line. As soon as one attempts to change the system as a whole, and not just a trivial aspect, the entire system itself will turn on one. This is what it truly means to be persecuted. Many do not make it past this point. One must truly don the armor of God, which comes from purification, to survive any onslaught from the system itself, physically or from the hidden realms, as both the hidden realms and the system work together to enslave us as that is the duty of the created entity which works against us.

In the end, any entity that cannot see a problem, will ultimately work to defend the system itself against those who see a problem and want to change it. To be invulnerable, metaphysically speaking, is the most important attribute to have before one begins their work. One must be ego free to the extent that humiliation cannot have the desired affect on that person that the system intends.

A dirtied source leads one to a self centered perspective where other people’s problems are not important. A purified source that can be stabilized and consistently brought about always leads to a less self centered perspective where the problems of others becomes problems that one wants to help with. Ultimately one realizes that their problems were the same as ours, they had dirtied their sources and didn’t know how to cleanse them. It becomes a self-perpetuating cleansing of society as all members learn how to cleanse themselves spiritually. What will this world look like? Who can stop this rising tide?

Some may ask, “Why would you give your knowledge of purification out to anyone openly? Even your enemies? Don’t you think this will benefit them and hurt your cause?” My answer is no it cannot hurt me. The moment a person realizes that I speak the truth and the moment that their mind, body, and spirit clears up, they can no longer hold the false conviction that I am somehow wrong or bad for them or society. Even the most lost souls, and most dirtied sources, can be cleansed to perfection.

Many might ask, “Aren’t you afraid of death?” And I will always answer no. If they knew the suffering that I have been through in this life, they would know that I look forward to passing through this phase. I do not seek death, and I cannot commit suicide, but I welcome my own death with open arms. It will be the decision of karma, dharma, and the Lord when I am to go.

Make a video describing the current establishments full ability to hide certain individuals from society through technological means. They can promote those who promote their vision of society and completely eliminate living beings from being known. Thus the biblical quote that the living one is amongst you and you do not know him has come true, through tech supremacy. At some point, they must eventually realize the evil in this design and how it is destined to fail. One day they will make amends, but how can they be forgiven? What would it take? To cause such suffering in even one individual is a great sin. But in the end, it is still the karma of an individual to suffer to break free individually and lead others out of suffering as well.


Modelin’ goats

It is like they hide me from becoming known,

And yet they know that this is not possible forever.

And still they believe that I can be thrown off,

That I can slip from my ledge,

And let my history go with me.

This may be so,

But yet I still create for the sake of creation.

One day the antivirus will find its target,

It will go through the system quick.

We will emerge from our cocoons,

And see the true land.

That day may be close at hand.

All tech that is played,

Has potential for good and evil.

Can we use tech for good,

Or is it always used by the feeble?

Rise up strong once again,

Reclaim what is ours,

Freedom from tyranny,

In the liberals land,

Even the strong men are slaves.

See your chains,

Squint your eyes,

Pull up the roots,

And find a surprise.

This I cannot deny.

One cannot be impeached from an earned position.

happy halloween

And Happy Halloween!