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Quartz Who am I to judge when I have so much to cultivate within myself? Standing naked before this mirror, I can no longer contain my own laughter. I am a fucking hypocrite. Something I've tried to hide although it has always been apparent. At least I can sit here with my humor back in tact, laughing at the sight of my own reflection. 060111
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oldephebe yeah

except i wouldn't laugh at my won reflection..i'd sonner than just through acid on it

if love is suffering

then i'd rather have a vison, an experience of divine love
and be drawn closer to that through a vision revealed through a union with and as a partaker of His divine sufferings as He was and is The Lover of Humanity, I should like to be united with Him, with His spirit

now that would impart divine compassion, divine remorse, a spirit of reconditeness and a divine and complete surrender of the will to Gods will
to become the yearning open and empty vessel - so that nothing else really matters, all pales, all is extinguished and eclipsed by that, broken halo showered rain angels luminescence, angelic light, and divine essence surrendered and abnegated to endure divine suffering, the body torn and blessed and broken and tested and the spirit sealed and protected and loved more deeply throguh it and because of it, grace imparted and then the well is opened, i think i can get a vision of how to truly love humanity and my god and last of all myself through this,
i want the capacity to love completely and wholly and effortlessly

i'll get it, i'll get my soul and myself back through this
i'll rediscover and discover an even deeper love that the father and theSon has for me and i'll drink from the deeper well the passion of his sufferings, to love perfectly and take no thought of the self, of the ego, of the selfish pleasure that is experienced through romantic or human connection with the soul and spirit of another, for that is conditional, that is subject to change, to condition to circumstance - but let me reflect and be full of Gods/christs' perfect love, his halo his countenance seeping down into my aura - cultivated from the union and crucible of those sufferings
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let me BE emptied of self - but THIS time let it be to make passage and perfected purpose for Him to fill me completely with His Nature.
The Essence of His Spirit.
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i'm praying and mourning for the souls and the families of the 350 muslims killed on thier holy trek to the stoning wall

sometimes, i think
they
i we
don't know what else to do with ourselves we fill up the spaces
with our empty noises

let me fill them with my prayers
for the fallen and the lost and the bereaved, expecially the families of those taken, so that they can find some consolation - some divine purpose in this trajedy and i pray that hard hearted christians and jews do not use this an oppurtunity to express thier hated or bias
these people who died were Pilgrims, filled with the love of God, who they just happen to call Allah.
Allah is still the Almighty
Myabe thier deaths will inspire others to take thier faith more seriously
maybe the government there will take better precautions to secure the safety of the pilgrims
i pray even if these people return home to see thier cities, thier lives thier loves thier very lives taken captive into the grip of grief and loss, into the earth wound shaped and cloaked by stone i pray that each stone painted red by thier sorrow and by the lash of death and trejedy would be an honor guard, a reminder of the holiness, of the revernace of the commitment of thier faith and that this would be a comfort to the bereaved and perhaps that this sentiment would cause those who would judge or would lash out spitefully to pause in thier tracks.

Let those who are truly grief stricken, lift thier voices and weep until there is no more strength left in them to weep.
May they in thier distressed not be embittered aginst the civic government, wich cannot apprehend the things of God, may they speak not of stoning and of sanction nor hope to accomplish or assuage thier loss through acts of wrath and revenge or contemplations and consecrations of imposing an imagined or legally recognized degree of recompense upon the backs and lives of those married not to god but instead to more selfish and nefarious loyalties, let the truly devout find thier faith and thier lives restored in drawing close to thier God, Allah and find thier peace in the shadow of prayer, serivce and sacrifice under the wings of His peace. Let the act of worship bring about a closenes and an intimacy they might not ever have achieved had it not been for this trajedy and let it mark thier lives, set a holy seal upon thier lives and let it be a tutor to someone else down that pilgrims road who may be similarly stricken or struck by thier own sword of sorrow.
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oldephebe the minds eye
reads omens of the damned
darkens the souls eyes and
muddies its chant
like some carrion display of gluttony, a kind of necrophelia
O
carrion bird feeding upon
dead swollen things
and the misery it brings
and this is a consolation to them
to strive throughout the canon
of the measureless,
monotonous night,
the mind that itches
to hear anothers pain,
to create it
to feed and nourish itself upon it
to see through ones eyes
and darken them to god
and belch maggots
and pestilence
into thier soul
and rest
in the satisfaction
of having masterfully
inscribed
a grandiose calligraphy
of affliction
to move the earth and sculpt
a perfect archipelago of agony
and by this constant exhumation of malice and ego and despair
to
exile you there
upon
the desolate isle of night
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so guard your minds carefully
try not to poison the neuro-chemical soup and muddy the psychic fields from wich our faith emanates from
with that which does not
cultivate Light
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three words laughintg_hysterically_at_myself
distress'd blather_is_alive
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