When a Person Walks up to Me Like I am not Dangerous

A gateway opens inside my body And a red, lycanthropic rage pours into me I stand there with some meanningless expession on my face Propbably some non-treatening half-smile Concocted from the picture box Doing my best to look passive But I am not passive am I no, no I am very, very busy busy not seeing the pulse of life so close to the surface just above the line of the shirt busy not feeling the crunch and snap of those top few vertabre ~ I am not the only lycanthope so check your bullshit people if I put this thing on you Elon’s rockets are your only way out because this thing can and will kill you before you can take a step back It does not know or care about prison It knows and likes blood It knows the screams, and how to make them stop It knows the taste of combat and the smell of death And I taught it to read And I can feel my brethren, an essentially peacefull people coming to the edge of what murders may be avoided so do me a favor don’t put me in prison walk up to me like you will not have time to take a step back . 🍕 + ☕ + 𐑺 SHARE LIKE COMMENT RESTACK © 2024 Sean Vikoren Earth (current) Unsubscribe

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¤ $-Đ-€-فلس-₴-₭-₺-₦-.ج.م-.ر.ي-.ر.س-៛-ރ-₪-৳-₩-¥-¤ Hello Friends, If the touch of a Greenback burns your skin, with a fire of disgust, this medicine is not for you. If you already serve the fey, or the light, this bitter taste, is not for you. All, of course, are welcome to the journey. ¤ $-Đ-€-فلس-₴-₭-₺-₦-.ج.م-.ر.ي-.ر.س-៛-ރ-₪-৳-₩-¥-¤ The birds of subtle saying, flew away today. Now I bring my ship around into the wind. Port side of my Pirate Palace now points directly at you. At your face. Now, each thirty-second fuze, of all thirteen cannons, lit. *ssssssssssftiz…fsssssssss* ¤ $-Đ-€-فلس-₴-₭-₺-₦-.ج.م-.ر.ي-.ر.س-៛-ރ-₪-৳-₩-¥-¤ Fusillade With love I give you the full pirate salute Every gun right up close May you perish all the way to the truth of it To the glory ¤ $-Đ-€-فلس-₴-₭-₺-₦-.ج.م-.ر.ي-.ر.س-៛-ރ-₪-৳-₩-¥-¤ If you can read this, you are a Necromancer. That is just a hint, not a cause. You have been made a Necromancer by the nature of the web of lies that you were raised inside of. This distortortion of our nature is grotesque. You were born into this. So this is not a time for blame, or recriminations. This is an emergency, so we will need to stay focused. The number of layers of lies that you have been wrapped in is staggering. The movies always make everything look easy. But surviving what is going on right now, in this world is no longer in the realm of easy. You look out on a virtual reality right now, that is primarrily designed to enslave you. And it is not failing; Necromancer. ¤ $-Đ-€-فلس-₴-₭-₺-₦-.ج.م-.ر.ي-.ر.س-៛-ރ-₪-৳-₩-¥-¤ Ever thought: “Oh man, what a perfect T-Shirt that would make.” ? Let’s break it down; You are in it you can see it you can feel this cultural moment in the city and if you ask Jeff B to make that T-Shirt for you he will, and he will warehouse it, and he will sell it. And he will send you money to buy a coffe at Starbucks. So far so good. ¤ Unfortunatly, Jeff will ask Xijinping, the Presitator of China, to make it for him. And Xi(pronounced ‘she’) is not really into asking. He will tell 婵婵 (Chanchan) to make this T-Shirt. Chanchan says: “忙碌的; 去商店给孩子们买食物。” ( “Busy; going to the store to get food for the kids.”) Chanchan will now be placed in a labor camp, because she is not up to date on ‘Xijinping Thought’. And to soften her up to a better way, she will be raped avery day for the first two weeks. Then, she will make your T-Shirt for you. And perhaps, not be raped every day. And Jeff will sell it. And he will send you the reciept for what you have done to Chanchan, and her children, and her husband. He will send you the money. And you will buy a cup a cup of coffe at Starbucks with thick, black, necromantic, magic. And in a Necomantic ritual binding, you will drink what you have done. And Chanchan will dog you, my friend, for the rest of your living days. Chewing at the underside of your life. And you make will another T-Shirt, and another. Until there is no way to face what you have done, Necromancer. And that will be the closing of the door on your prison. And to be honest, if all you did in that prison, was to mind you own fucking business, Necromancer, I might just let you die in there. But that is not what you are doing. You are giving your power to the darkness. And the darkness is eating my planet. ¤ “Oh, I am minding my own fucking business, this is not about me.” Dream on hippie. (don’t call us that if you are not one, by the way) Look around. Do you see anything, that you personally, did not witness being made? Do you see anything that you personally, can not not make from the dirt under your feet? Feel free to take this rising terror on an investigation. Please, set out to prove me wrong. But don’t cheat yourself. Let this private honesty reach the level of pain if it must. Everything in your life, your food, your clothes, your toys, and your cars; Made by slaves, for slaves. If you are feeling hate right now, don’t burry it. It wants to save you. If you have too much to use, as I once did, you can give some to me. Necromancer. ¤ $-Đ-€-فلس-₴-₭-₺-₦-.ج.م-.ر.ي-.ر.س-៛-ރ-₪-৳-₩-¥-¤ 🍕 + ☕ + 𐑺 SHARE LIKE COMMENT RESTACK © 2024 Sean Vikoren Earth (current) Unsubscribe

World

Our eyes speak to us Our ears speak to us Our heart and skin Speak to us Of the world ~ These rivers of information flow together and they update our sense of the world ~ But this feeling of the world is not the world It is a model of the world A ship in a bottle And look, on this tiny ship tiny people and, oh, look there you are walking around on the deck tiny But who looks down on this tiny ship to see a tiny you If we say "I am looking down." The ‘I’ says it but it says it to to that tiny you That person that you think is you is your imaginary form You, as imagined by you The one that imagines is non-finite The tiny person on a tiny ship in a bottle that model of you is quite limited ~ Now if this blow to your sense of reality has not caused you to flee let’s do the rest Your friends not real In your head All the animals all the stars in the sky the Sun the Moon the ground up upon which you stand a useful illusion created by you inside your mind Every single thing in this universe that you lay your perception upon is created inside you by you That feeling of a big place out there is actually the feeling of a big place in here ~ There is a simple mathematical proof that can be derrived from the work of Shannon or Kolmogorov A being of complexity n can only model a being of complexty m where m is quite a bit less than n ~ So now we stand on a world unknowable in it’s totality looking out from a self unknowable in it’s totality dancing with friends unknowable in in their totality But they are there and we are all real But we don’t get to see real We only get to be real ~ Upper Managment: We are trained told pushed tricked to look up for managment advice reagarding the self Perhps this is the slot left over from literally looking up at taller parents The point is All the advice you ever get happens on that tiny ship But the one that looks down on that tiny ship will always hold all the cards when it comes to managing you The tiny one on the ship is John Snow knowing nothing finite a model of a person You are not John Snow Remember your only chance; Inward . 🍕 + ☕ + 𐑺 SHARE LIKE COMMENT RESTACK © 2024 Sean Vikoren Earth (current) Unsubscribe

I Can Feel A well trod path FEB 3

I can feel a well trod path beneath my feet The shimmering ghosts of the followers of the light surround me Touch and whisper Lorca Kazantzakis Watts wanton Rumi Zelazney Blish Heisenberg and Wittgenstein ~ The Gods are out there answer thier call it will take hold of you like it did them fight and it will tear-tare-tore-torn you until you are free ~ Be worthy See your foot on this path ~ When you meet A God or A Goddess build a temple of your life on the glory on the glory road 🍕 + ☕ + 𐑺 SHARE LIKE COMMENT RESTACK © 2024 Sean Vikoren Earth (current)

Ponder

Time If I had “learned to spell” my fingers would not bleed and this mountain’s call a molehill I would not heed If I could tell my right from left would puzzles waft and puzzles weft suffice to hold me in it’s cleft? 🍕 + ☕ + 𐑺 © 2024 Sean Vikoren Earth (current) Unsubscribe

I Have Lived An Idiot FEB 2

Mothers Fathers Don’t tell your children they are smart Humans are not smart I have lived the life an idiot living the imagined life of a smart person Not a total disaster just sayin Because we are all very very stupid Look around Come on man It’s right there 🍕 + ☕ + 𐑺 SHARE LIKE COMMENT RESTACK © 2024 Sean Vikoren Earth (current)

Beings of Light Drink no more, from that poison well FEB 1

We labor to rejoin the light within the delusion of the material world As we labor to feel that center though accumulation we pass by our access We walk among beings of light 🍕 + ☕ + 𐑺 © 2024 Sean Vikoren Earth (current)

Once, Long Ago Or recently

A question went unanswered ~ So I ask the people of the pen of mind and heart If you reached out into the infinite and touched the taste of a secret sacred life inside your center Would you give your self back for another second of that?

Grace of St. Mary I Run Into the Sky

My heart clawing the texture of what is all around ~ Panther jumping ~ Rain of cherry blossoms falling down 🍕 + ☕ + 𐑺 SHARE LIKE COMMENT RESTACK © 2024 Sean Vikoren Earth (current)