Alchemical engineering

If you were to find clarity within, you wouldn’t need to convince others of what you intended or meant…

Comfort is the search of asylum from the inner battlefield between the true reality and a false perception. It’s an illusion and like all illusion, it’s a mental prison.

Clarity is the result of divine amnesty given to those who braved the tension of confusion in search of the truth.

The truth and love can’t be co-opted within the confines of comfort. It’s not something you can acquire, rather it’s something you transform into and a reality you gain admission to. The path there is crooked and rife with distortions and road blocks that exists within us all as a result of false perceptions, dishonesty, fear, hatred, unprocessed suffering, etc. You can’t bypass the blocks because the path lies within those blocks. By dissolving and integrating those patches of shadows, you unfold into dimensions of light that were inaccessible to you.

You don’t need anyone or anything else to find clarity just like the dawn doesn’t wait for the night to disappear to make its entrance. Its entrance is what disperses the night.

Magnum opus

There’s a poignancy in accepting yourself fully. It’s cutting off the flow of everything you could be, all the places you could escape yourself to. It’s like being given full access to a bank but deciding to only take what you can carry. I mean, that’s the sensible thing but still there’s this feeling that burrows into you, filling you with desire and longing whenever you’re called back to earth by your limitations. It’s like, “dammit if I wasn’t so human, I wouldn’t have to suffer or sulk”

But I guess that’s why we didn’t choose the soul and place and body we were born into. We were born into boundaries, and thank goodness for that! I think trying to fiddle with the necessary perimeters of one’s reality diverts one from taking on the mammoth task of finding the gems in the mud and transmuting oneself and external events with one’s innate philosopher’s stone.

We often waste effort in procuring on the outside what can only be created on the inside through the alchemical properties of the soul. This often requires seeing beyond what is, listening to the silence, seeing the forest. In a time of oversaturation of inconsequential trivias and mindless consumerism, this bodes ill for the soul and the global flow of energy that would stagnate if not processed and transmuted. The energy that gives rise to hatred and violence.

It’s paradoxical ; that accepting one’s limitations grants one access to boundless abundance. But perhaps it’s that space of paradoxes where magic happens. The same spaces we’re fervently trying to erase in this era of globalism and having to deal with the pooling of cultural and political ideologies. Everyone is fighting to retain their individuality by resisting the alchemy that is necessitated by the confusion in order to evolve, because we fear erasure. But perhaps we need to annihilate what is susceptible to erasure , so as to clear the way for the emergence of truer forms.

Between opposites everything is destroyed but the truth. This is the age where we either align with the truth within all of us, or get destroyed by our unwillingness to transcend the battlefield.

Energetic alchemy 

I could ignore my pain

Carry on pretend like I’m sane

But I want a life that will last me a legacy

An eternity

I want to build a life that my great grand children can benefit from 

Find solace in

I want to oust my demons and face my fears so that others can look to me in their hour of need when they are about to give up,and be reminded that it’s worth it

Feeling the toxic as it flows out of your body is the only way you get rid of it

I’ve already suffered and I can’t help what others choose to do to me. But I won’t let the stirred up emotions and energies be squandered. I’ll transform them into strengths, and put them back where they belong.

In the heart of humanity 

I want the toxic waste and built-up insanity of the world to flow through and out of me 
I want the cracks in my heart to be a portal for a new reality to seep through into the world 
I want my scars to hold back the evil in the atmosphere 

I don’t want to make history. I want to make a steady future.

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