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"THE ILLUSION IS THE MUNDANE LIFE"
"HOW CAN YOU ACHIEVE BALANCE IN YOUR LIFE IF YOU ONLY ACCEPT PART OF WHO YOU ARE...EMBRACE THE DARKNESS" - "I AM FOR MY DARK ANGEL."
"THERE IS A HIGH PRICE TO PAY FOR ENLIGHTENMENT. IF YOU COULD...AND NOT ALL CAN...WOULD YOU BE WILLING TO PAY?"
"WALK WITH THE SHEEP AND YOU WILL BE HERDED *The multitude of common people regarded as a mass: It is the luxurious and dissipated (DISSIPATE = To use up, especially recklessly; exhaust: dissipated their energy), who set the fashions which the herd so diligently follow (Henry David Thoreau).FOLLOW YOUR OWN PATH."
Oh but my heart is not sweet...how wicked the soul."
"Be very careful of what you seek...sometimes the seeker is being SOUGHT!" Inspired by a dominate mundane male and the one.
"We are so secluded being what we are that we live in solitary confinement. And through technology we find others that we may never have previously found. We sit at our desks and contemplate our solitary existence, and hope for community... do we find it here? Can we live it with out touch... in our great attempts to feel from so far away."
"HOLIDAY"
Have you ever been bombarded...in a room full of people. And as you search the eyes of all who exist in that space... Space is all you find.
Warm moist bodies... Seemingly interested, Quoting each other in their circle of sense. Liquid spills over like lies from their lips.
A cloud lies evening now. Across the crowded room... In a fog at eye level.
Suffocating.
Thundar... And roaring intoxication.
Then silence.
I still stand alone.
Written December 1995.
NOTHING WRITTEN, NOTHING STATED, NOTHING VALUED, NOTHING PRESENTED IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN WHAT YOU...WRITE, STATE, VALUE, AND PRESENT TO YOURSELF. 11-10-2005 (Contessa)
"THE PAST OFFERS MORE ANSWERS TO THE PRESENT."
" Do we truly feel love, or pretend to know what it feels like?"
"Some will remain out of control ~ in an attempt to control you."
"When one is a venturous enough spirit to become a chylde, they will remain immortal ~ Those who close themselves off will fade away."
"In the night he comes, an essence felt with out a physical form."
"We need only know a small part of a persons spirit ~ sometimes that part reaches out to us in the most inconversant ways, touching our souls, guiding us, teaching us, comforting our being with their own...love...let it flow..."
"Those that walk blindly in the light, will be fed upon by those in the dark."
"True Love...Is when you love one enough to recognize the beauty in the love others give to the one you love."
All My Love, -Contessa ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"We should always be careful to not allow the truth of THIS sovereign life to become any part of an illusion...for that belongs to the mundane."
(Inspired by my Chylde, Sammur)
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