I'm insidiously volatile, deceptively innocuous, meticulously tidy, immaculately well-kept, sensuously mesmeric, interminably studious, inherently adept, retentively faultless, and utterly relentless. Above all I have this monumental, staggering ambition.
I regret to admit that I'm delusional. By admitting I'm delusional, I'm not really delusional, I'm using the delusion because, to me, patternistic omens do suggest that nature is sentient and capable of intelligent thought:
9+11+1996 or 4+19+1993 = 2016
4+17+747 = 768<--->(scroll down the page to verse "768"😉
2016/8 = 252<--->oneness
768/8 = 96<--->universal oneness
252 x 96 = 24192<--->Exact number of Genghis Khan's children
24192/8 = 3024<---->Exact number of men in Alexander's Macedonian Calvary
2016 - 768 = 1248
3024 - 1248 = 1776
1776/2 = 888
Everyday you find these patterns, you can find them anywhere and find meaning in them.
What you don't realize is that you're looking for something that's waiting to be found. Natural and real or the product of your own schizophrenia, it holds power that can avail you.
Give into superstition, and you will find an immovable center. A release, as I have.
If it takes me places far and wide enough for my works to effect your life (in a positive way of course), you'll perhaps change your outlook.
Psychosis is a cognitive enhancer, it is a neurological stimulant. It surpasses meth, even. One can trip from meditation, one can hallucinate from meditation overtime. Psychosis generates too much or too little emotion; giving the mind speed, better access to memories. A legion of the sane are forever inferior to a legion of the psychotic.
You misunderstand the affliction, insanity is more of a state of range, variety of thought. Being more open to actions that aren't normal. Working unprecedentedly hard, for instance. Abnormal motivation to relatively moderate stimuli.
It goes from less sane to more sane in my book. Those who're disabled by the affliction merely hold onto themselves too tightly, they can't endure such proficiency because, as Marianne Williamson puts it:
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people will not feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone and as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give others permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."
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There were two. There was Genghis Khan - the trickster known as Satan who damned humanity to an existence of strife, the trickster known as Prometheus who damned humanity to the Iron Age. There was Alexander the Great, God's only true Heir to the Kingdom of New Jerusalem: Yashua Hamashiach; the only one predicted to surpass Jove as Jove had surpassed his Divine Parents, Achilles, the greatest and most handsome of all men.
Who will prevail? The machine of mind, or the vibrant of heart?
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