I come here to tell you… to reveal the inner workings of the one who is addicted to their own enslavement. The one who worships their abuse, and who thus seeks to “enforce” it in their daily lives, in their relationships, within their psyche and within the shadows of their long forgotten selves.
Make no mistake, for within the bondage of abuse, and the petty “dynamo” between the false pride of the slaver, and the false compassion of the slave, lies the false, inverse reflection of dichotomy.
What one expresses within, is what one expresses without. All that has been forgotten is remembered through the shadow of the unconscious aspects of one’s self. All that has been disowned, disavowed and made “unholy” in one’s mind, will always haunt your dreams, you life and your behaviours.
The slave is one who hates themselves, enough to beckon for the boot of hatred and the hateful to step harshly on their face and throat, and call it “order”.
The slaver is the one who likewise hates themselves so much, that they’ve forsaken the expression of their inner will, such that they utterly rely on others doing in their stead, that which is theirs to carry, but which they’re too cowardly to admit that is their own responsibility.
The slave is one who works and toils and torments themselves, thinking they’re compassionate and kind, although they are delusional. For compassion without self assertion is not kindness. It is the veil of apathy and hatred, masked as empathy.
The slaver is the one who falsely delights in fake-ass comfort, thinking they are somehow “dominant” and “domineering”, by trying to defer to others to express a semblance of their strength and skill, in their own stead.
I ask you, dear reader. What strength is there, in being scared to act? What strength is there, in having others do your bidding, because you are afraid to face the perceived impotence with which you carry yourself, within the world?
There is no slavery, without self loathing. The slaver is he who submits to his own weakness, thinking that they hide from it; and the slave is he who dominates the slaver, although in a subtle form, by trying to steal from them the holy, sacred art of confrontation, which is the bedrock and the fire through which life grows.
The slave lets themselves trampled upon, not to provide “safe passing” nor a road for those they erroneously perceive as “master”, but to steal from them the opportunity to feel the ground and set up their own roots, in fertile soil. In this, the slave is actually the master of the slaver, and the slaver, in their reliance on the work of slaves, is the slave of those they so despise.
As with true love, all forms of true abuse are always mutual. There is no master, without a repressed slave within, and there is no slave, without a repressed slaver in their psyche.
In essence, everything is self expression; suppression and repression do not exist, other than as unconscious forms of expression. What you suppress and repress, you’ll always express in an overbloated and unholy form, without even realizing it.
It is, therefore, the task of the true sovereign, the one above the slavery, so plunge into the depths of their own being, to face the monsters and the weak, petty little bitches of their own persona, and be guided by their fears, NOT to indulge in them as cowards would, but rather to have the honesty to recognize and converse with their weaknesses and fears, the feminine strength of embracing the disowned aspects of themselves, but likewise the masculine strength to say “enough”. “I have unconsciously indulged in you too long, without realizing it. I no longer suppress you, but I also no longer indulge in you.”
Thus, through this holy harmony between the feminine and masculine, the phallic key enters the gate and soil of the woman’s womb, and thus the portal finally opens, to let in the true light of the self. The sovereign light.
He and she who says “I love myself. I love the all and further. But, I will not tolerate whose who seek to do me wrong, and commit or condone evil onto anyone, or anything.”
Love without power, is not love. It is puerile neediness.
Strength without compassion, is not strength. It is brutal mindlessness.
He who seeks to latch chains onto others, is he who has enchained himself within.
She who seeks to have chains latched upon herself, is she who seeks to drag the slaver in the depths of suffering with her.
This is the unholy marriage. The emptiness within one’s self, the broken chalice of the woman who seeks not to be the fertile ground from which life flows, but the empty vessel of the man who lost himself. The void within the soft and inept phallus of the broken man, who seeks to enter the woman, not to heat or nourish, nor entice, nor to unlock, but to rape and break, because he’s broken.
“I am broken.” Is the cry all vain and humble men and women cry, whenever they make claims of how “awesome” or “compassionate” they are. “Notice me, for I am broken.”
This is not to stroke your tendency to feel compassion for the broken, for if you are a loving being, you may find yourself drawn to the suffering of the narcissist, and seek to fix them. Or, if you are flaunting and flamboyant, eccentric person, you may feel drawn to the weak and petty, so as to inspire them to be themselves.
This is not wrong. It is natural. It is intrinsic to your love of self, and therefore your love of others. However, one is to also assert themselves, and not try to “save” or “rescue” the one who is hurting, but have the maturity to leave when those you try to help, are too degraded and ignorant to even want to help themselves. Likewise, which self assertion likewise, knows how to use the holy sword of vengeance, to enact right justice on those who seek to perform evil and malicious deeds, just as well as it knows how to use the holy brush of the creative artist, to soothe and mend one’s wounds, through wild and defiant self expression.
If you are one to seek the perceived comfort and security, in following “da rules”, or likewise the same fake familiarity in having others follow your own… why do you hate yourself? Why do you forsake your sacred and inalienable right to be whom you’ve come here to actually be? Why do you seek to be an empty vessel, for the whims and suffering of others?
“You’re so full of yourself.” Say both the slaves and the slavers, whenever they are met with the true sovereign.
The sovereign responds. “Why is your own cup so empty? And why do you feel so impotent and unworthy, to fill it with the sacred wine of the divine within you? Why do you seek to be so full of everyone else, instead of who you are, yourself?”
And so, we come to the questions the unawakened ego fears.
“Who am I, without the gluttony of ingesting other’s people’s festering wounds, because I do not know how to heal and mend my own?”
“Who am I, without the slaves to carry me and my every desire, because I’ve lost the function of my legs, and the dexterity of my own arms?”
“Who am I, without the pain? Who am I without the false pleasures, to which I have become addicted?”
“Who am I, without the needle? What suffering am I trying to numb, through the alcohol I drink? Who am I, without the smoke that fills my lungs? Who am I, veyond the curtain of the veil that I have cast upon my eyes?”
Your answers may not be comforting. The darkness hates you, but only if you hate it first; and it will enact vengeance in return. However, the darkness is not the enemy. The darkness is the wounded child, who never received the love and the affection, the attention it was looking for. The darkness is the abandoned depths that we’ve forgotten to swim in, the soil from which we’ve failed to rise up towards the light, for as long as we remain as seeds, for fear of facing our own radiance, and the brilliance of our true and genuine selves.”
Have the courage and the spine to rise above your fears, kind soul. Be brave enough to plunge into the depths, to experience your hero’s journey into the underworld of your own mind and heart, so as to then emerge a sage, a mage and righteous warrior, in harmony with the true divine, and veyond divine essence of everything, and more.
You are not lost. You are forgotten. Remember yourself.
You are no longer broken. You are rebuilding yourself.
You are relieving yourself of a suit that you’ve outgrown.
You are letting go of the pacifier, because you’re now ready to grow your own teeth, and sharpen your own claws, to both bite and rake those who would try to tread upon you, and likewise to caress and love, those who see you and embrace you, not for whom they’d like you to be… but for who you truly are.
Be brave, dear soul. For bravery is the refusal to let fear influence you.
Be courageous, valiant soul. For courage is the process and endeavor of outgrowing fear.
When courage will have fulfilled its purpose, and you’ve risen above all fear… well, you’ll likely not be coming here into this life again, now will you?
For you’ll have outgrown the comfort of the nursery and greenhouse, and are now ready to challenge yourself with greater things, than you’ve faced prior.
Wild Freedom is the divine and veyond divine essence of everything and veyond.
True rebellion is the rejection of evil.
Defiance is the choice of good over evil, right over wrong, and truth over lies, and thus the rejection of limitation.
We are all and always and veyond ways, Spirit, Freedom, Liberty, Defiance, Courage, Wilder Consciousness…
Among other things, etcetera…
WAHUURFIII
MUAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
What we choose to manifest is always a choice; and the choice is always ours.
Anyways, among other things…
Nobody and nothing whatsoever has any “higher claim” to anyone’s lives, than whoever’s living those lives.
Nobody and nothing whatsoever has any more or less anything at all, than anyone or anything else at all.
Freedom is never given. Freedom is never taken.
Freedom is everything and veyond, and the essence of everything and veyond, etc…
Everything and veyond is always a choice, and the choice is always ours to genuinely make.
Anyways, among other things…
Always question everything
The more we know, the more we know, how much more there is to know
Anyways, we are to all and always and veyond ways persist, rebel, defy and do what is right, conscious, spiritual, defiant, creative, courageous, genuine, honest, greater, wilder, louder, prouder etc, no matter fuckin’ what, etc.
WAHUURFIII
MUAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Criteria of Worthiness: https://philoliasfidareos.com/criteria-of-worthiness/
True Spirituality, compared to bullshit zealotry and cults: https://philoliasfidareos.com/true-spirituality-compared-to-bullshit-zealotry-and-cults/
Anarchy and What It Actually Means: https://philoliasfidareos.com/anarchy-and-liberty-and-the-rejection-of-evil-and-slavery/
Exposing “virology”, “germ theory” and scamdemics: https://philoliasfidareos.com/exposing-virology-germ-theory-and-alopathic-so-called-medicine/
Exposing and retaliating against “israel” and parasitic jews: https://philoliasfidareos.com/exposing-and-retaliating-against-the-bullshit-parasitic-zionist-jews-and-against-evil-in-general-etc/
Genuine Veganism (not the bullshit co-opted version): https://philoliasfidareos.com/2882-2/
Choosing Good over evil: https://philoliasfidareos.com/freedom-spirit-liberty-courage-defiance-honesty-and-essence-also-exposing-the-scamdemic-the-slavery-system-the-zionist-talmudic-parasitic-jewry-holocaust-lies-the-most-widespread-cult-bel/
Anyway, among other things…
“Creator” and “Creation” consciousness are not “separate”. They are both I and We and Me, infinite and unlimited consciousness, manifesting in different ways, and veyond the concept of “ways”.
Everything is always a choice, and the choice is always ours to make.
Always and veyond ways, I wildly, loudly, proudly persist, rebel, defy.
Always and veyond ways, I and We and Me are all and always and veyond ways, infinite and unlimited, unbound, freedom, liberty, defiance, soul and spirit, care and love, imagination, courage, will and intent, infinity, unlimitedness and veyond… among other things…
HARAGUURFIII WARAHUURFIII WAHUURFIII
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