/lit/ - Literature

There was once a time when humans lived in constant connection with the Spirit World. From ancient Shamanic traditions, we know of rituals used to propel the primitive human consciousness into the Spirit World to obtain knowledge, guidance, and to commune with ancestral spirits. In the modern and technologically advanced present, our sensory input is overwhelmed with what is classified by many people to be ‘real’. This usually comprises of advertisements, propaganda, and pervasive attack from all sides, by known and unknown assailants. These mega-corporations seek to control and dominate the human race. Through government-funded black projects, clandestine operations to eliminate resistance and indoctrinate state-supported dogmatic systems, and disinformation via mass media, they are effectively cleansing the human ability to discover himself through journeying not with his body or mind, but with his spirit. These aspects of spirituality have either been completely ignored in pursuit of material ‘ideals’ perpetuated by state media or perverted by so-called ‘new age’ interpretation from those who have no knowledge of the innate nature of a human being, who fail to grasp even a basic concept of the Spirit World. Other systems of control also exist, specifically in the sphere of technology, which is now so heavily embedded within urban society. There can be no doubt that along with the development and expansion of the Internet, new forms of communication and interaction with the world around us has developed. No sooner have such technologies emerged, than government and corporate agencies have sought control over it.

I know no fear, for the greatest terror in all the vast reaches of the stars is this nightmare from which I can not wake. A thousand souls would scream from the deepest pits of hell if they only knew but a fraction of this unending, inmeasurable pain. They say a wet man does not fear the rain. How, then, can one cursed such as I fear anything at all?

I remember now. You don't ever actually learn anything. You just remember it all. We're all already dead. I am interfacing with existence on a level of pure acceptance. A wanderlust cursor. Surfing patterns of information.

I can't stay here forever, but it's nice to have that exact glimpse of ouroburos every once in a while.

>implying I'm not on the second plateau