Second Step

I feel like the end is close, i don't how long or how much. I am not pushing or pulling things i just feel part of my own destruction. The places I've been, the people I've talked to, it all makes sense. We are in perfect harmony to make this true. I have been waiting for long for this moment. At the same time it just feels like death and there is an empty place for my heart to pull the strings together. I may be a leader of a small group of followers and the end is near. I won't tell and i won't suggest, i just think the best way to solve this is by changing it. You may understand now that the only thing i know i am talking about is the fulfilling of the prophecy. It's been a long way to this optimal point in existence where we find ourselves facing the destroyable, the oppressed, the commence of omega point. To reach the complete openness of consciousness, to connect with the eternal, to transcend death, immortality of the soul, immortality of the eternal. We are the minuscule and we are the immense, the soul of the abstract and the sensation of what is material. Second step is all about running to the edge, holding it, breathing, sensing, alerting, awaking to infinity, being ready to learn: embracing the incoming. By the very best and the very few, we must connote the path of the bewildered, command upon the species and guide it to the end. We don't know whether the human species must survive or not, it doesn't matter anymore, what matters is the transition of this universe, changing in the multiverse and the expansion of consciousness. The soul of life is at the bridge of death, that is the place we hang, a small venue nothing fits, nothing senses. To make sense we must cover our asses and walk upon the magic of the forest. You cannot handle everything, one thing, maybe another, that is all there is. Don't find it too heavy, just let it be light, to travel faster, to become light. The rest is up to you, we have no time, it doesn't exist, we remain and we don't know nothing else, our purpose: the prophecy. We care not for nothing else, we know nothing more. End and out.

Primer paso

Si dejamos de ver hacia el horizonte vemos hacia atras. Producimos lo que queremos y sanamos la sal. El mundo avanza hacia adelante y nosotros no queremos mas, plata para los pobres, simpatia hacia los demas. Procuramos volver pero existe el deslizamiento de eventos sin gravedad. El mundo avanza y nosotros vamos hacia atras. La dictonomia no explica el motivo de todas las razones, debemos empezar a procurar, existe una razon y esa es la de acabar. Mientras MAS acabemos MAS vamos a realizar: hay que dar y dar hasta mas ya no dar. Este es el punto final, todo termina aqui, el fin es una realidad, es el acoplamiento de la ruta perdida a una realidad, voz en alto, cero piedad, las esculturas de la verdad romperan contra el castillo de lo real, muere muere sanidad. El comienzo del final, un hecho sin precedentes que apuntan a la evolucion de la humanidad. Suerte para todos, suerte para mi verdad.

Welcome

Destiny. The God within our souls that bounces within the limits of existence. True or not, this is the end... and... the beginning... of it all. I am talking about pleasure, monkeys, god and cells. Make up for what is left of this council and breathe. The world is no paradise, it is the relationships of truth, matter and sufuckation. I am happy that this is happening, i am happy everything is happening, for, what is worst, we are the cell, we are the ones who will set it all apart, we are demi-gods ready to pluralize the sunset of madness. Make it an offer or let it be, for when the night sets the sun, the clouds will shine and the dead will rise, we will fly and death will start...

I hope we bring no meaning to the sentence, blushed with reason and insanity, for the cures that you find within are the bandages of the helpless, disintegrating into million pieces of gold creatures willing to find the end. Instead of, becoming, we destroy the creation and create, the destruction. Peace was a hopeless being, banished from the earth to become man. Now he humbles away in the desert, looking for water from the rain as he stumbles upon a girl, ready to eat his brains.

The path that has been chosen wills a creature, the axis of eternity that was offered as a sacrifice to the gods that never cleared the ocean of me. Ride away insanity, wish well upon your desires, wish well upon the sounds of nature, wish well and be well.

There is only one memory that is not recognized, that is the printing of the cells, neuronality and beginnings, morphological astrofinity, it becomes the light, light that shines for us, for nothing more than our eyes.