The Memoirs of Cartaphilus Pt. 3

The winds of change blew tonight
2.55 am
I am relieved to know that I believed

Your beliefs are but paradoxes of who you believe you are
Living to learn is learning to live
I am the nexus of what lies next to us

The eternal salvation lies in the kingdom of God and the kingdom of God lies in our eternal hearts

Eternity is futility
Humanity is divinity
Vitality is immortality

Time and time again I’ve stressed the fragility of time
But reason and reasoning remains life’s seasoning

How confusion has been lifted through time is but a mere progression in experiential sensory perception

All abide by wisdom and wisdom resides in all

Polymetric shifts in a mantra, the nuances of a flame on a frigid desolate desert night, a disruption of an immense flowing body of water

The Son of Man died for what he believed in; the godfather of pacifism in a violent nihilistic apocrypha
Misquoted, misused, mistook, misinterpreted, more so missed
His life has become an inspiration, an inspiration which we seem to displace ourselves from achieving
His death was the death of Christianity
All philosophies that came thereafter are but corruption of the human spirit

I stand with honor to witness the millennia of the world
Alive and well through timeless infinity

So I sail into the horizon, achieving Godhood as I touch the flares of the sun upon dawn and bath by the auroras by night

It pains me to see that I am nonetheless weak in interpersonality
The fellow human soul remains a mystery to me
A result of deep introspection and objective observation
Truly this is the hardest predicament for one who has let himself exist for himself

Through trying times come methods that need to be tried
Success of the great empires relied on the tried and tested with hints of personal ingenuity

With a new found sanctum in this age, I shall batter myself to usurp the venom and watch life serve as its anti venom

For the day will come when I die
I shall want to be remembered as one who remembered himself while forgetting others; achievable only through remembering others and forgetting yourself

Beautitudes of beauty will beautify my life for life is love

But in due time I met a warrior who enlightened to me of the sanctity of the family
Not so my predecessor more so my successor
Of his disposition towards a man who is fake
To which I shall wish to consider of a life in my soil
Far from lofty intentions and close to comfy attentions

Loving to live…

Lavish

Modesty is not a value
Pride is not a sin
Aesthetics is not ungodly

The differentiating factor between the master and the slavish
Crimson sheets and erotic fragrances

Delving into a world of life
Life breathing; breathing life

Strands of gold over a charcoal plane
There is nothing plain about minimalism

A climate for climaxes
A fashion of passion
The lifestyle of gods is the twilight of gods

The Road to Damascus is a moment of enlightenment
An enlightening light in an unlit world
Sniff the air of crimson life!

Scourged

The wanted feeling of being unwanted eventually morphs into envy
A cringing man on a cold bed comforted by a smooth yet heavy comforter

I stood in a well guarded sidewalk in Japan, assassins on the prowl, fear grows and mauls
Seeking refuge in a dining hall, a bowl of noodles opposite a Japanese girl

There is no greater pain than confusion
When social support dwindles and stupor sets in
A nervous shiver; shivering nerves
A fervent giver; lingering love
Defeatism and weakness can be the recipe to greatness

My incalculable calculus was calculated with a calculator
Exponentially increasing the human calculability of a calculus meant to be incalculable by human calculability
I hate palpability

Pope

I had hope in the pope
I have hoped in the Pope having hopes
The Pope has hopes
I have hope in the Pope hoping for a hopeful world
The Pope hopes for a world of hopefuls hoping for hopes to be realized, hopefully

The evils of the world came to be when Pandora’s Box was unlocked
At its base lie the greatest of all evil; hope

Hope, Pope, Pope, hope

The Pope needs to be incarcerated in Pandora's Box with hope
All while ‘reality’ bludgeons on the walls of the box
With ‘rationality’ pushing it of a bridge
A bridge coined after ‘intellectuality’
And all stand to watch it sink in the canals of ‘individuality’

Fasting to promote peace?!
You should be promoting peace to relegate fasting

Pope and hope are synonyms

Rope

Ah! Mystification!
Wow! Eastern Magic!
By God! Indian Metaphysics!

Karachi and Kyder
How most are fooled by deceit and sleight

Karachi and Kyder
The pennies from the blind men of rapture

Karachi and Kyder
Let’s defeat the undefeated

A little attention to the denizens of above will highlight the deficiencies above
A roof so high that the understanding of the foundations is NIL
Arrogance and snobbishness

The knowledge of the “high society” is synonymous with nihilism
To mention Nobility, now we see the lacuna!

Karachi and Kyder
Keep climbing!

The Memoirs of Cartaphilus Pt. 1

Fear is the greatest enemy of the self
With that comes confusion and all round degradation of the spirit
For fear, I suppress myself
I vacillate for I fear

The culture of a foreign land is a house of horrors
Horrors that are in paradox with my essence

I believe in hope for I am hopeful of all mirthfulness
I will strive to see past the overpowering titan called ‘Disparity’ and indeed perseverance will bestow me with riches

I’ve been damned for all eternity
Leading a life undulating within itself in a never ending quest for equilibrium in a world existing only out of disequilibria

It remains to be seen my unfathomable state juxtaposed with the frailty of the human will
From what I see, remains a tidal wave of ‘life’ crashing upon me with a myriad of urbanities and perspectives

Lost in the sands of the earth
Void, meaningless, empty, shackled, unnourished, blind

Time is the only cure to this disease
I will wait in hope for the coming of the saviour Lord Jesus Christ

MKULTRA

Let’s Solely Deny

All efforts to infiltrate the domestic watering hole
All actions to subordinate the palace of thoughts
All genocides against consciousness
All wars on mental masturbation

Spies, National Security, Cold War, Truthfulness, Protection
All are excuses in the fight for control
The control of humankind
To seek and find
To keep in bind
To enslave the mind

Oh how pathetic these shadows of doom
Forever in the mist of an ‘Intelligent’ veil
Evil bureaucracy
Akin to papacy

To declassify and falsify this apparent “transparency”
Extinguishing the dejection of these unseen assailants
‘Electorally’ possible with a new lector
Understanding the true factors, decrypting various sectors

Faith

Faith
An eclipsing of the truth
The will to demise is akin to a raging waterfall
The will to survive; a lonesome stream

Humanity has worked day to day learning the mysteries of a mystery
A mystery infallibly wrong
History; how much it has taught us of hysteria

What we require is a ‘transvaluation of values’ coupled with humanistic perspectives and earthly divinity
An understanding of the surroundings and the environment
The harnessing of energy from sources high and low
Natural sources gifting us with sacred resources
The changing of courses with exemplary discourses:-

- Hira Ratan Manek
- Ram Bahadur Bomjon
- Sunyogi Umasankar

Humanity;
Blinded by the blinds of faith
Perceiving reality in an unreal world
Rationalizing irrationally

Societal Entrapment

The fragile spirit of man caught in a gargantuan spider web
Movements; creating clutter
Clutter; leading to the relinquishment of movement

The lifelessness of a flower under the arid sun of a wilderness riddled with decay
The stench of the universe flowing into itself
Akin to a rotten ingredient within baked dough

The ever expanding universe once began in a space no less than a fingernail
Now it is a “God”
A heaven no less
Irregular or elliptical, it remains a true visual to the end of the beginning and the beginning of the end

The bludgeoned spirit of a rejected man has halted
Non flux and stillness in motion
Fluctuations in stillness and unemotional
(For once he is capable of thinking and rethinking)

And think he will
Cowered in his own shell of solitude
Forever demised within the graves of fragility
A catacomb of dignity
A crypt of honor
A tomb of pride

Sheep in Wolf's Clothing

The offering of help to a stranger
A stranger helping with an offering
Oskar Schindler was quick to understand his purpose

But what is purpose?
A path in an essentially godless world?

What of the world without purpose?
Free will and choice conflated with freedom and liberty

A world of purpose without a God?
Yet still; a belief in the supernatural!
That life is governed in an endless cycle of covert metaphysical reasoning and hitherto unknown meaning

Purpose denotes altruism
The self denotes egoism
An ever raging fight for dominance of humanity by humanity

Which came first, the chicken or the egg?
A creation of the self as a means of social solidarity or social solidarity as a means of creating the self?
Yet another question in the vast nebulous recesses of the human ‘space’

To disavow Nietzsche’s anti-weak policy
To pry oneself into accepting the hand of the handless man
May he even be a sheep in wolf’s clothing!
Humanity’s purpose regardless of creed

The weak man’s scapegoat is essentially the demon goat himself
The wolf in sheep’s clothing