"The Universe is the Practical Joke of the Fettered at the Expense of the Free”
F.P. laughed as he described the
sorrowful reality that the majority of people prefer to wear chains, obey
orders and move in fearful droves. Much like adolescent high school students, We
free men and women are ridiculed for our distinct differences. We walk, speak
and view ourselves and our abilities with a confidence that is as rare as our very
existence. When those of Us who are born with the heroic wherewithal to know
that the most unlikely means produce the best results, We are treated with a
lack of respect. They scoff, spit, wanting to scrimmage, so sorrowful. He
further explains their tiers.
“Those nearest to him
wept, seeing… Sorrow. Those next to them laughed…”
Employing laws of power, Master
Therion kept the hypersensitive closest to himself. There are those of us who
can not help but to pity the fate of the fettered. It is a shame. Then those
who are of the constitution to find humor in this reality most likely laugh at
the weeping as well. The rankings continue down to those who were blind to the
reason for either response but felt blessed enough to be present. Wisely, they
laughed when He did. May we all be conscious enough to distinguish the Self
from the Not.
“… in Himself He
neither laughed nor wept.”
Who sorroweth are not
of us. Beauty and strength… force and fire, are of us. (2:20)
As so above, so below,
The Huntress
She loved and she wrote.
She wrote some more and she loved to write.
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