A Writers Tale

Let me tell you a tale of roots, roots that run deep and spread through the universal soil, roots that spread wide and far, far away from the conditioning of the mind, beyond the mental, to the place where many are blind, to a place where many are afraid to go... spread to the darkness and established deeply throughout and within.... now let me tell you a tale of growth, of an original seeking for light and nutrition, for a yearning desire for life to flourish for leaves to spread open, for buds to open as the spring comes to be, Spread towards the light, blooming so gracefully, filling the skies of the mind, reflecting the rooting within... an outwards stretching of capabilities and a deep trusting in the roots beneath.. You see, in the roots we find our wisdom and in our growth we find our knowledge, and all together we become.... Have you ever noticed, that in nature... all plants, trees, flowers, fruits and veg, must endure both the darkness and the light in so...

What if I were to tell you a tale, about a person who got too close to the truth?  Who began to see past the veil and as a consequence got forced back in line with a hot plated branding stick.  What if I told you that there exists a form of nano technology, which is sent off into our atmosphere disguised as pollen? and that the purpose of this nano technology was to begin to computerise the biological system of a human? That it enters into the ear and  attaches to the brain cells and then begins to upgrade every one of the cells if you are compatible? If you're incompatible to this nanotechnology then it just serves to kill you early in life and because of how limited the general populations intelligence is, nobody is open minded enough to accept that this is caused by such technology. Most people would deny the existence of such a technology, but it is very, very real. Replaced by robots? No... Just adapted and upgraded... the next stage of human evolution... we...

A world held by fate, the fate of the gods... Time and time again, when will it come to an end? The nature of reality, it is pointless to contemplate, just know to create. That's all we are, creators and destroyers. We create our lives, our personalities, our relationships, our art, our theories, we... It's all created by existence itself.... And then after a little while of marvelling at what we've created we destroy everything we work so hard to create just so the cycle will repeat, this is infinity, this is why people have been killing themselves, they have simply become fed up of this infinite spiral leading seemingly nowhere. This is apparently what it means to be a god, you get to create and enter an infinite cycle of creation and destruction, to some... This is hell... To others this is true heaven. So freeing a realisation but in truly realising the truth of nature we come to a point where all our efforts seem somewhat futile... Build the world up and evolve on...