#infinity divinity

[daggerpinknife]

no doubt you glow of the goddess of love

to all Her children, entheogenic devotional to Aphrodite 

[daggerpinknife]

entheogenic text

a single of a thousand demons spoke. and when he spoke he gave a lie. 

this lie was seen by all. 

a second of a thousand demons spoke. and when he spoke he gave a lie and he smiled for he knew his lie would be left unseen. 

these demons paired were demons chaired upon the 7 hills of deceit and obscenity as great lords. 

they cower in the light of the stellicrowned warrior.

they cower in the sight of the rosebosomed piea.

Her light is from within. 

[daggerpinknife]

oh, how the starry Light

Hearkens to the East,

as Angels sing their Song.

the both of us Naught

but fools in Reverie.

dreaming of a Wish

for All ✵

[cosmicpebble]

All is

I find it for now amusing that, hypothetically and thus metaphysically possible, a possible world that is possibly falling-still whilst it also turns seasons with the seconds of the clock hand perpetually spinning its rotation, glancing at forever in all possible ways (annnnd derailed first sentence. lets try again.)  A Hello! to all you peoples out existing in the ethers, whom I dont really know so much, yet only follow still for I am confident you could help me arrive to some valuable destination of some sort! I love you! I do. Dont hold it against me either. I love you for  it is a choice wether or not I Love or Unlove you, with the term 'you' here meaning the whole sea of strangers I have yet to meet well and proper like. I love you all because I do what I want.  Love is most always selfish on multi-levels. Yet, my Love for you, is a Love I wish best seen at work not in terms of how much Love I recieve back myself, but rather in  how much Love in other directions, this original Love I have for you all leads you to spew. Can alll my lovers just love eachother? Can I be excused from my love? I think I am trapped to my love for you, but free from your love back my way, atleast for now.  I have spent more time as of late, thinking about the nameless and faceless and their feeels of now and those to come yet, which I seem to think I have felt before in some respect, than I do those I directly know. Dont get me wrong, I do indulge in selfish love on my me time yeaaaahhhhh. The point is that I choose Love , though I obviously have no real idea as to what that truly is. (what is love? babby dont hurt me. dont hurt me. no mo ree) further,  sometimes I forget this fact, that the most important decision to make while living, is to choose to love this most peculiar life with a burning fire inside always, (ideally, forever keeping our collective looming ashy dust final destination in consideration) oOR choose to allow faulty cultural transmission and a saddened willing agent of self in me accept all the fear and hate that swirls violently around this realm, like oh so many thru and thru evil essenced departed spirits which swirl and swirl homeless around their old home, resting only temporarily in the deeds of dread and doom that are shouted and shown thru popular media constantlly.  The point is, again, I love you all. And funny enough, this isnt even anywhere near why I decided to begin typing. SOooo forget this middle paragraph temporarily. :) What I find so very 'amusing' , for lack of a better term, is that, assuming there exists possible worlds all over and in every dimension imagineable and un- as well, everything that was to exist in said possible world, that is, everything that was the make up of that world (i.e The Elements and the forms they assemble into, the infinitely divine Natural world and all its wonders, you know, that which our current popular paradigm God-Stories say was made or prepared thoughtfully or whateverthefuckever in but 6 days for its incomming agents to live with) no matter how incredibly peculiar and/or breathtakingly beyond comprehension that "god"- made make up may actually indeed be upon any further contemplation, what I wonder, is if Humanity, (again assuming there are other rational agents out there spinning their time away on some other far off cosmic pebble realm which they themselves were also flung into life there without a single say so in the matter) is a species that, relatively speaking, is the best (at being the worst) at  writing off the infinite wonder of the foundational mystery underlying all as merely ho-hum humdrum case closed... all this goddamn wonder and infinite awe and we remain cognitively closed to the mystical trues beyond words ability to capture. Yet se, we know or should know that these words are always out there. Out among the ethers with you, future forever unknown for as long as can be said... That we know that we dont know and cant know, is not the focus here, but rather, that we still in light of our darkness, have the own world and life killing arrogance to invest our very beings time and time again into any of those far too many institutions and doctrines and individuals even whom claim to know in any manner absolute. See, I reckon that most all of the Evil present in our kind, comes from the expression of a gene, which has thrived under conditions in which we ourselves collectively have allowed to persist, that is a near endless expression of arrogance to the right to claim absolute knowledge but then distance ourselves from the effects of this absolute lack of imagination.  All evil comes from that which tries to claim absolute in a realm of endless room for imagination if activated.  We can together choose what parts of our genes to turn on, we are the authors of our own creative evolution.  We must choose to Love, for all is, and nothing also.  Choose to love the dark, love the mystery, love wonder, love awe, love goosebumps. Love those you dont know, love the ones you know too. Love the idea of letting others love eachother for every future that there is or could be. Luis CK said "everything is amazing and nobody is happy".  The great mystery of the world is not that it isnt this way, or that way, and which way of them was more right, but rather the great mystery, is that it is at all.  The way natural life adapts its form from the source of boundless creativity, whenever it encounters a problem, seemingly to keep on living on.  How there was never an aposable thumb, and then there it is, and here we are.  How can a thumb be thought up if ever never a thumb did be?  Since I love you all, you all not yet met or born or here or caring or whatever, I just want to note that it is often a wonderfully peculiar thought to think that, in the endless list of contingent make ups our Earth became one cosmic day, in the never ending, never spoken/comprehended reasons for why this world and not another, I think there is both comfort and discomfort in this thought, that, "it is (indeed) what it is" but what it is, no matter what 'is' we are considering, is nothing short of everything all at once, nothing short of a never ending contingent possibilities that for unknown reasons didnt occur here, but very well could be occuring elsewhere all at once. In all things we should find Love for said thing and for eachother too, for if it were to have happened in any other seemingly minutely different way, you or perhaps, even everyone and everything, may never have happened. Awe always in this world of just cuz, why not? The reason my being could be love is cause. So, Loves, refuse to believe that anything is mundane in any way, keep destructing dogmatic doctrines with creative feels! Follow the goosebumps and come to know unknowing, and in the face of infinity , train yourself to be but only Love and Wonder <3