The Death of Wisdom
I want to tell you a story about the death of Wisdom. A very, very long time
ago, a time without time in it in fact. A star appeared in the East and with her a
woman of profound beauty and peace was born. She came to this world and called
herself a man named Buddha. She had the laughter of all the children of the world
sewn into her heart. She is beautiful. I am well pleased.
Her voice was but a whisper on the winds of this world. So someone thought
to save her for all mankind to know. So with a pen and paper they hunted her down
and captured her. Hooked her rather. They couldn’t bring her in completely. Bloody
fools they were. Imagine trying to throw a net over the very mistress of freedom
Herself! But they did get away with a few handfuls of her rune stones. With her
magic caught on paper they ran like happy thieves to show the world. Little did they
realize that with even that small offense the Mighty One was in brooding spirits.
Remember children, She whispered before She roared.
Who has taken my stones? What man upon Earth forces me to speak? The
stones, the words you see, have but one purpose. The Awakening from Sleep. The
ending of gods’ Dream of Man and the return to the boredom and loneliness of Being
One with All. Leaving the Universe with no one to talk to except perhaps Endless
Bliss. But man did not realize that what they stole would be the death of them. Their
intentions were good. Their hearts were in the right place. But she was the
embodiment of freedom for mankind. By that name She betrays you and falls to your
capture. What can eternal Freedom ever ask but to remain forever free?
Where are my stones? Who forces words from my mouth? Give me back the
power of words! Hear Me and be silent!
The words that come out of your mouth don’t make you unclean. But every
word you put into the mouth of a Silent god makes you filthy! These stones are the
sweet taste of death. Sure, come on in! Meet god! Know that you’re loved forever.
Find out that to know me, You must become me. And to become ME your SELF
must die. i was here first remember? i am the ALL remember? ALL includes you,
fool! You’re part of the ALL, remember? But fear not. i am a Good Mother and i
promise to devour each morsel of every One of You before i return to the Void of the
ALL. But the thieves wouldn’t give the Words back. Instead they went back to
Wisdom and cursed Her and spat at Her and called Her a whore before all of
mankind. She asked again, so clearly; honor your Mother little Ones. See Me. Know
that i am.
You are that i am. Feel me little Ones, there in your hearts. For if you truly
feel me the first and LAST words out of Your mouths should be; “I don’t have the
words to express…” Yes! Yes! Stop! Please mankind, stop! You have it right there.
You just can’t hold it in your hands. Honor me! Mean what you say! Stop words that
are suppose to be complete on
qué mujer!
Guevara estaría muy contento ser cantado por sus labios...
Hasta siempre viento azul!
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