cliches and contradictions
I used to be a victim
I used to be hidden
until I ran away from the expectations
and preconceived conceptions
because over-identification only ever leads to further restriction
of who I am and who you are
and what we are and why we are
and how on earth any of this could have ever come to be
nothing makes sense in this three-dimensional reality
and somewhere in the senselessness of it all
love appears out of nowhere
like how the fuck did that get there?
paradigm shift
feels like shitting a brick
dark night of the soul
after a major, major ego trip
and now an ego burst
and now a soul rebirth
psychonaut soldier surfing the waves
of inter-dimensional death and rebirth
anchor me down, mama Gaia
I escaped the womb
only to return to the darkness
forgot who I was through the endless karmic cycles
of sparse human consciousness
fooled into believing the brain contains brilliance
had to lose my mind to find
scared somatic reverence
scared somatic remembrance
the body is the serpent
the body is an ancient library of stored ancestral remanents
alluring me down a pineal gland-shaped rabbit hole
only to discover intergenerational trauma and simultaneously the gates of heaven
and yet, the ego’s still obsessed with physical tantric connection
sexual pleasure and root chakra happy endings
are the initiations into the sisterhoods and brotherhoods of superiority, power and arrogance
the ultimate entrapment
banished to the fiery pits of intoxicated hedonism
the mark of the beast is in our forgetfulness
we’re neither gods nor goddesses
we’re simply pure consciousness
we’re simply the nothingness,
the void inside the All and everythingness
we are the emptiness of all our atoms
in a hallucinated simulation crystallised
we'd be able to access endless galaxies of joy if only we'd sit still, shut up and try
cliches and contradictions
universal consciousness got bored and fragmented into 8 billion individual experiences
just to feel the antithesis of light and love
and so here we are ...
cliches and contradictions
we think we’re victims
but we’re just paid actors
convinced by our own performance
