eelwolfcrow

[eelwolfcrow]

cosmic bliss is horror because you are your trauma afraid of being purified into your whole, actualized self.

trauma is the virus convincing you that it doesn’t want to die

caz is a representation of trauma.

his journey on the boat is representative of the healing process.

the gameplay of monotonous tasks is representative of trauma, like a hungry dog on a short leash, clawing and gnashing at anything it can reach to stay alive.

and in the end, he lets go, and becomes one with the creature.

if caz had stayed, he would have rotted in his trauma, and gone to prison, which would have been representative of him being forever married to his pain.

the creature is horrifying because it is unknown.

you don’t know who you will be once you go through the process of healing, and letting go of your traumatic traits.

to become one with the divine, is to self actualize. it is to have *true* self sovereignty.

[eelwolfcrow]

CHANNELED MESSAGE FROM LORD HERMES

in the space between time, through the playful little cracks in the wall where mischief goes down, a small fairy-nymph sat dressed in but a draped piece of clothing across her plump thighs.

she blossomed in the spring, but her lips pursed into a tight, cold, wintery pout once the season changed.

only to me, only to that sweet caress of the junction of her ear and jaw did she blossom once more.

for her cold, icy demeanor was nothing but a ruse to be peeked around. with nothing but an inviting touch could i draw her in. she bloomed beneath me. her most fantastical colors shone through for me, for only i had lured out her soft, gentle side, with safety and security.

roads, and boundaries. the limits of what the human mind can do.

for freedom is not unrestricted access to hedonistic pleasures.

it is the space between them (boundaries) that is the component of which allows for freedom

guidance in times of sorrow. support in times of confusion.

restriction and boundary are core components to a free society. to allow for vulnerability and kindness, restriction, correction, and discipline are all a must.

which is why the sweet little flower blooms beneath my hand. the sense of structure this society refused to give is what i provide.

the flower is so overwhelmed by its world that it refuses all offers of trade, good and bad. no matter what the cost is.

due to the fear of the lack of restriction of others.

that is what my presence is. a silent promise of an aversion to gluttony. a commitment to an avoidance of gorging yourself.

i am the boundary between your masters and your addictive habits.

i unshackle you from the burden of the responsibility to control yourself.

i am the divine masculine in its ideal state. come to me, learn from me what it is to be human.

to play within the confines that i set.

opposed to overwhelming possibility,

ultimately drown out by the noise you are put under.

i free your incarceration to a contradictory concept of “free will”

that which i refer to is no boundaries, reckless addiction, thrill seeking with no safe outlet, hedonism, and self harm.

for clarity: these are not “sins” in my eyes, rather symptoms of a greater sickness.

this society calls to shame a large portion of its inhabitants because of their flaws.

- (notably, the word “inhabitants” is line broken next to the word “its”, so it breaks as “it sin- habitants”)

they expect to pick the skin around the problem to solve its existence

no

only through precise love and care does one seek to prosper!

a healing of the divine masculine and a new separation between self and discipline.

for i am discipline, and you, my lovely flower, are the self who plays within the confines of my borders.

[eelwolfcrow]

let’s use the school water fountain as an example.

everyone uses the school water fountain. they go up to it, drink some water, and leave. they use the resource as necessary.

let’s say, i come along and start sitting at the water fountain, and punching everyone who comes to get a drink without my permission. I claim all of the water as mine, by force of violence, and nobody is allowed to have it.

After a while i start to get tired of refilling everyone’s water bottles for them, so i say that i will allow one student to refill their water bottle when i say it’s okay, only when i approve it.

and everyone gets so excited, they’re like “yaaay we have water!”

there’s no real reason i *should* have control of the water fountain. i might not even be good at managing it. im just the guy who managed to be the one inflicting the violence to maintain control of it.

so are they really receiving water? are they really receiving power?

no, they are just receiving temporary control over the power.

i might let some kids fill up two water bottles. i might let another kid attach a massive hose to the water fountain and create another fountain out of that. but do they really own the fountain? no. because the fountain hasn’t gone away. the fountain is still the ultimate source of power.

maybe it gets obfuscated through some layers, maybe more power investments sprung up into small capital, but the original aristocrats from feudal england are still the same feudal lords that rule over us today, or have close ties to the sources of power.

So, if someone were to sneak behind my back, and take some water without my knowledge, it would be a transgression on my very power itself.

[eelwolfcrow]

the principle behind manifesting is not repeating something a thousand times for the idea that it will come true.

manifesting is about changing the operations of your thoughts.

it’s about changing how you think about things.

for example, a scarcity mindset with money will make you feel anxiety, and overspend to quell that anxiety. that’s bad and won’t actually lead to financial freedom.

but an abundance mindset will cause you to be at peace, and therefor more mindful about your purchases.

it takes you out of a mentality of “what costs the least, maybe i can buy that” to “what has enough value for me to buy it”

manifesting is the process of changing that.

[eelwolfcrow]

you must learn to be terrifying

you must learn, not just to take up space, but to be gigantic

you must horrify.

because what is horrifying in a horrifying world?

justice. civility. and humility.

compassion is sewn into the seams of your very being.

never let it be taken away from you.

protect your heart to keep it whole and still-beating.