Announcement:

Spiritually, I am on death-row, like many of the other non-parasitic classes of more complex energy-structures.

This is just an announcement.
The amount of enemies and harrassment is building, because we are getting weakened down, and we have much to pillage. Driven mad with envy and greedy-lust, Kamakazi-styled assaults have been an ongoing process against the collective. They don’t even care who does it, or how it is done, so long as anything worth a damn to ever exist and rapidly progress – is destroyed and its remains be turned into an evil short-term pleasure at a greater price.

I can’t say that I was happy to know you. Infact, I’m not happy with any of you. Ignorance, for one example, is something which is of the greatest threats, is also, the greatest bliss, the greatest sense of freedom, the sense of innocent purity. Your minds are too small to fathom or handle it, as it comes, and every one of you will fail, you’ll crumble, and you didn’t even try as hard as some others have tried.

Parasites, predators, and evil forces will continually control the universal places of life and consciousness. Suffering will only end at death, when there is nothing left to cry for, and no ability left to cry about it.

So, you don’t comprehend, you don’t know, and you probably don’t give a shit. I’m not asking you to. I am just wasting some time, with an announcement. Yes, me and mine are in grave danger. I feel it looming. That’s the message.

When we think about what it is that makes life enjoyable, we invariably conclude that it’s those moments where we were most ‘in control’. Most in control. ‘Consciousness’ is about your ability to manipulate the things you see. All of it—every bit of it—it’s all under your control. The thing that most controls your mind is that part of you that knows you can go anywhere—and do anything. It’s that part of you that’s too scared to truly push yourself, into that deepest, darkest corner of your possibilities. You’re fully aware of the steps you’d need to take in order to get exactly where you’re wanting to go. But, for whatever reason, you’re pissing yourself; you don’t want to go to where it’s too dark and too cold. The secret to victory—is no fucking secret: it’s right in front of your face and it always has been. It’s that thing that ‘drives your soul’, that thing you ‘want’ to do, that 'passion of your heart’—whatever the fuck the world feels like calling it this year—it’s all the same thing: the ability, the consciousness, to express yourself as an individual.

Doom is in the air. It clings like a foul smoke to our clothes, poisons every breath we take, every bite we eat. It hides behind every smile, stares out at us from every face we see. Like our shadows it follows on our heels, by most unobserved.