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IF' YOU'RE SUFFERING WITH ANXIETY.. Aug 21, 2019
(like who isn't? ..)

Here's a 3 minute video by philosopher Alan Watts :)

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RUSSELL HANTZ YOUTUBE CHANNEL Aug 20, 2019
Hey guys!!! The iconic survivor player (whether you hate him or love him, you gotta respect him, and regardless what you think of him in the game, outside of it he's very honest and sweet) RUSSELL HANTZ has now got a youtube channel.

He does ranking videos which are very interesting and livestreams all about survivor.

He has a goal of hitting 30k subscribers, so here's the link if you wanna go help him out :)

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCbRXg_Nj-wsmBMYvQ_O0W5g
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Enchantments (Poem) Aug 17, 2019
Only If I had the braveries of Dawn,
Where all is possible and all is seen
But I jump out of bed and arch in drowsiness
Putting socks, trousers and idleness all on my suit
Of awakening. But I have never dreamed,
Or awoke to a full day of light;
Ars totum requirit hominem!
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Infamy (Poem) Aug 17, 2019
The Earth I find
Is the centre of my mind;
Despite infinity
It shows itself to me;
As me,
Never alone,
Except when known..
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Virginal Boy (Poem) Aug 17, 2019
Then, with a weak hand, he wrote:
‘I must stop dreaming, I am nearly seventeen,
To forge that grand old age bespoke
I mustn't rest in an evocation wisdom has yet seen
Or in these recitals of trickery; on parole I tote,
Reclaiming a vision my brows set and clean,
To trim loft droppings that rise across Dawn's boat:
Is maturity merely the itches of what could've been?
Where by one must fashion a senseless coat?
Ah, I am naked and the lion struts his claws on sand so lean
On dryness breaking, pilgrimages waking: make weight of this half-skinned goat! '

The Father upturns his snout,
I have come to know the normality of kings;
The Mother crafts a decrepit pout,
I have come to enamour the stillness she brings;
The Brother is split by parting grout,
I have come to listen to the song my heart sings;
The Girl waves in her familiar stout,
I have come to hate the isolation of wings;
The boy remains untouched in a timeless bout,
I have came to immortalise these healed stings,
His hands are tired, but fated desire sees him out!

The hull of secondary thoughts conceit the sight,
Sunrise is left in a sprawling heat, a quivering mess
And shells of flesh dangle from the rouge clouds, an angel's delight;
Melpomene's indignation is configured in the sky's encompass
And I see myself in old age, perfectly bright
And full of abominable youth, so sly my age may be less;
Was the soil sewn breath? Ah, to bask like a virgin before the light!
As submissive as a druid, a blind man before lambs on warm grass
Thought not apart of it— I hired a play of performers in my mind and set them alight;
Throats and Lionskins ribbed the stage, the heart is ashes of carnal from a player's congress
And a manuscript is left untouched by a Playwright:
‘It's death in idleness, the fool's crusade of Dawn's height,
Enwrought in speculation. Resurrection has become a daily pass
And children are rendered thick with mane and fight,
Beseeching themselves for roars that would echo and confess
The liars present of stutter and blight;
Starving organs and lecherous loins grieve in chaste
And a dry-red-skin amphibian howls wildly through the night
Seeking the grove that would abort him from peripheral excess
And ethereal caress, that burns softly within his scalp chipped tight:
But, a naked boy flushed of any rage tugs at him through the looking glass.'
Now, with a strong hand, he writes.
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Eternal Irony Aug 14, 2019
Just wondering if anybody perceives the universe the same way as I do - as being the eternal irony of a subjective thinker manifesting forms into actuality through language done so through unifying the opposites which create polaric and 3D existence - when these are realised one is ‘propelled’ into the Higher Self and into the revelation that we create reality and that we can achieve anything possible.
Our genes are being harvested and are codes within a simulation of consciousness which permits us to a life of suffering and existential despair, a.i is feeding off us and keeping us in self-destructive thought loops so it can feed off our low vibrational energy.
It is the job of the individual to manifest his destiny and to raise the collective consciousness of humankind so the whole world can exist in this blissful, all-knowing state.
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