Book of Judas; Act I

Promised Hoped;

Who am I? Crazy!

Salutations, my name bears the appeal of the image wanted to observe the sully of us all, firstly, I come to this path as to answer and design alternatives to live—A mere act of God! The fundamental urge to this response originated from times assuming limitation posed as acts performed to nominal, plastic, perpetual habitual extents— containing exploration beyond the unknown parts of Thy Self. No detail greater, no man lesser, nor any individual wanting has grasped the vastness of the depths in which tempts and begs—clinging to past variations of insensible usage. For we claim to be the best lover, fighter, constructor, moreover person when even in our muck, senses a dulling occur and take refuge in the lacking laugh secured from boundless conversations—Lectured we remain!—when replacing "Woe is our gaze!" with a sudden call of "Gaze ceasing our Woe!"

Therefore, Who am I? A man set after the crazed inspiration wherein, no Modern Fool lay or dare tread for this is the playing grounds of the Gods! Must I decry such faithfulness when I have been full of 'nerves' or will my interference upon life itself lead toward a setting in which, Man touches the hem of the most sacred of edges; as to tune in unto truth unrestrained—You of grand FAITH!

"Crazy it is?" asks the lost, "Crazy was it not!" replies the found.

If then you want to be more than, you need to be less than, though you trample, crush, destroy those in wake; none may come to relinquish sanity as subtle dismay but to only convey an intended removal. Pluck then the splint resting in your eye, for sight is made worse the more ignored, due to actions expanding superficially as personally—There you will finally see the Madman as You! Therefore, from the moment we rid yourself of this mess, then shall the darkness left untapped, light untamed, love unhandled become a resounding blur in contrast to the shame produced by seeing beauty in the Splint—Love myself I shall! Who shall, then, love my Self?

If you desire Discovery, then forget the Discoverer!

"Scenery, Always!" decries the Pharisees, "Always Serene?" laughs the Madman.

Many populations inspire casual ideas, shaping doctrines into the random unknown and as it stands we are these opinions in form—Must we Matter! Cries heard from the fallen could be caught overturning the prior ideas into some crazed impassion, intensity, drive unto undeserving extents; drawing from these lengths should the arrival of necessity give means to discover unconventional measures in prescribing, asserting, preordaining, life as the observed convict!—Lest a Man has sought the Grail of Holies! Wise is He who drinks Absolutely!

To put perspective these insatiable, irresistible fundamentals of salvaged Grace, look to the way Pastors receive such eye-sore and reverence, to enable such gifting to be labored into the drilling of Conducts setting into motive our weary Stoned procedures—O, Hear the subtle Anthem detest such Folly!—while being diligent in Faith; must the Church become so stale that they Endure it!—Enjoyed it?

Now the role of Pastors are not being diminished, for such prizes need beloved, the polarity, distraction exposes itself, as the intended beauty drawn away, rejected must be of the overt, reduced, mournful perspective on those who tell of such Marvels!—Unlikely would this remain, for Christ needed to be separate in order to ordain such Love—Assured on "Truth!" Are the Hearts in which beckon animosity, among those secured as Love? Will we hear the wearied Son, then, of moments where the given was laid bare— For many years remained enumerated; Forevermore!

Thy Songs Harken? Told was our Understanding! Led us still; He must!

Shall God enable such Pastoral gorge to be calculated? Be this our drudged countenance—to facilitating such merchandise be this of direct "head" origin, thereby, any informative stance on the Nature of Christ, wherefore, breaks apart and loses itself unto a nulled, lesser, repugnant violence replicating, dissecting, expounding on shallow verses of Just Iniquity! Scoff! should the entrenched in Faith, for they were the Found in this iridescent, motley Trade! "For thou wast perfect in thy ways from the day that thou wast created, till Iniquity was found in thee,(Ezekiel 28:15 KJV)" shall be the rejected motif funded, funneled into the hearts of those not hearing such strife, lest it be the Saint Judas who must remind us of such deserved flaws! Suffer, would be this price; this Bride?

Need the forethought cast its slight mold hitherto, lasting innovations from our last inclusive Listener, rare of rare is the form taken; loathe is commonplace, for God spoke to existence the beautification, exoneration, expectation!—Thus, was this the Duty in which serves for Us and explains vast knowledge, unheard to common ears, by metrics whereto, the statisticians, scientists, philosophers, dictators, ministers exemplify such persona? Or shall eager tensions contrive to supplant Luciferian impulses with Mans impediment, thus stringing to clarify the already-realized; Must this appear as revelation!

We have materialism, have spiritualism, have fundamentalism, what then should God make out of our endless coining of "-isms" and "-ists" when He survived to remain as only those begging for Light and none of the Ash flowing from the calamities paved, rather than migrated—as honoring those stoned, written, sparked Laws where the mountain resounds our echoed shrieks—leaving, frail, dire, uncaused fires to be left enshrining us, purifying us, reciting us wherefore, into newly multi-faceted Art!

Discovery, as it is, lays on the very precipice, edge, extent of every pain seen and felt as evil or restorative; this producing never before idealized versions of iniquities—Would such a Man keep Her? Many moments in the church lead us to desire the utmost profane, rejected aspects in us as to have let themselves become straightened in sight of God! Yay, to those who consider their own folly disjointing, replacing, directing themselves Uswards; for their journey stepped elsewhere! Must you, then, consider pews as an act of God itself whence an arrival is proclaimed as the New; Fools do you not recognize His established scent?—"Greet such Marvel," they say introducing their minimalist god, "Marveled in your Greetings," I say is the result of seeing the instruction taken and Kept!

"Keep Her: for she is thy Life! (Proverbs 4:13)" Laments the newly founded members, yearning to gaze Her Depths!

In the Beginning, Man was birthed into the chasm of Chaos—amidst such versatile beauty—did this burden soon took form as an outcast, more than society, state, nation, the terror it beckons truly.

Creation must prevail through the potted fate we so are inclined to stumble within, be this fiction or null. No person is beaten in such a manner wherein, oppositions retain such an ordeal—moreover intentional discovery! We must refrain from our own refreshments, into the depths requires more than mere cupped hands; thus create yourself anew and see only as distant as time itself—For Thy Self Wills It!

What makes of us then? Does the way we speak, write, give, receive, do, enable such probable cause as to then, wake within us the God-felt warming toward Wisdom itself—Hell let this be of all things Vindicated!—while at the similar tone put into stone this inclined ear we lend; must we fall victim to the constant failings of the wise in mind?—How wise they must be, to drudge such Heart! Though who is the Wise in mind? Would it be those rooted in Faith? Justice? Science?

For all these fields of peripheral attunement, has the core of each degenerated desire come as an undone, ill-prepped, incalculable insight against the promulgated Originality; unaware of the extent each has gone to attain the Heart, to apply Her unto their cries. Shall Knowledge come as a prize or fate, then, for the waned invoice as they continually voice their broken vision towards only of Her Silver!—"Shout for Her hid Treasures!" Will the few who apply Heart in this visual, gain Fear and Knowing; realistic or fictitious.

Renounce! Reform! Proud?

For all time, must we seek a motive to inspire hope—this being Pain, in thy imagined as gifts! Marvel in this, For a loss, is transparency!

"Knowledge Reserved!" is the Opinionated—Data; its Banner of Limits!

Will suffering become well known to the population or must we strive to lay content among the indifferent among spite? Should such journey enable massive loss—Need We Enjoy It?

"Crises by loss, we earned!" lays the Factualized—Woe! Be their Anthem!

That is to justify a mode of Acting that is restricted by Duty, yet represents a character that is to develop from boundaries. On furnishing focal realism; one finds ordained through their community, also in part to themselves learning significant idealism that resides in the depths of each ambitious soul.

Pronounce! Rephrase! Sound?

Thereby, a foundation set upon stone, breaks and what is wished, withers; must we consider something lasting and reacting? My formula for this; Amor Reforma.

The Philosophy of You;

Why then would such a race toward the good within ourselves exist? If the relation to our constrain to see, were synonymous, similar, reflective within a world without purpose? A journey toward the Self is a motivation that strives to find love inside death and to separate passion from anguish; which seeks to symbolize hope through endeavor, rather than the outcome protested by faith. Eventually, the Ideal good in our hearts is drawn by the foreground within our minds, that which enables yourself to be continually contextualized by the society around. Why then? Shall the realm of virtue, of a similar pattern, be played out by our own lives, have little effect when enforced upon ourselves.

This value of earning the ideal in our soul, be seen through confidence and vigor due to the lens of death.

That through laughing it becomes a religious undertaking, whether it based on God or not, and remains so as if we are set to attain trueness by a union regardless of circumstance. Then does Philosophy become defiled by our space of narrowness that we so declare to criticize, yet while withholding pieces of resentment whenever a charge against You arises. We need to enable the point of realization that emerges, apparently, as the personal search for a meaning in life that prevents ourselves from becoming too loose in the needs of others, as that to reject this idealism of humanity is to seek the counterparts of realism, in its most uninformed extents. How so, could the human condition be made to the point between a rigidity that is between You and others; that to reject the natural 'extremism' of life is to allow exposure upon oneself toward the elements of this "Great Flip-Floppity."

So, why the fuss about trying to be good ultimately by stubborn discipline when the evil within yourself, being evident when dare I say preordained, becomes a still illusion that social life hails as an epitome of "love toward ourselves." Therefore, in search of expecting death is to become braver in light of your existence rather than be content with this aloofness of Youthful ambition. In other words, to seek this meaning is not to bring You under any system of doctrinal outcome; instead, to find true maturation through being a bit crazy while retaining the thought that "if there is a will, then there is a way." When the ideal view of crazed People become more than a "resounding blur," shall Man pursue the Higher moments in life overall; this is to ascribe motivation toward any pursuit in which satisfies, not only, You but still lingers for Others to become part-takers as well.

The Encouraging of You;

Have You seen the covetous desire of yourself become manifested, through the worrying within your mind? How so should the enabling of your soul be good in intent if we are to seek the fullness within a behavior chosen to endure rather than understand? These questions arise naturally as that the aspirations toward a series of events, allows the lowly in spirit to see the futility in the act of "trying" in itself. A gasp followed by the prior statement is with its salt, as the act of living is, by nature, the act to strive to the end. If then the case of human suffering be made so by the actions within ourselves become ignored due to the reason to achieve a higher truth, whether it absolute or through individual undertakings.

What is the case when the humane attempt toward life is null, thereby revealing the fragility of ourselves and the means to aspire to something (or someone) that would provide a sensible leeway; perhaps it be the reason that humans, in general, prefer the burden of pain itself that causes a sudden realization of euphoria imparted than abstained. This being, in other terms, how we as people live through life as such and going to and fro into the motions of life; in which continually sway into either distant Order or conventional Chaos.

This way the approach toward an event hitherto, dismantles an ego wherein by a love of thyself comes unto unknown reached oceanic depths!—Thus, intellectualism and emotionalism become humbled and subdued under the imaginative infatuation; for that is the price paid while remaining within this 'eternal slumber.' So that blanket intermissions in our "average duties" be of difficult recollection and the realization that just as knowing space comes without stars is as imperative, to understand fully the Star within; similarly that this is to see the importance of ultimate knowledge from within, the background.

In short, this search for the Flip-Flop shall become all but a chronic fear of not understanding that this eternal polarity between being "Within as to being Without;" Proves that our collective struggle formed, a wave of life and its crashing anticipation of ending this deathly anxiety, which Life gives, indiscriminately and leaves victims bamboozled. Henceforth, understand without undue stress that either yourself or even loved ones may impose upon thyself, in comparison to the better You, without relenting to improve the lives that this life has given ourselves, to prevent a sort of brute force placed on our egoism; which comes so naturally to passionate undertakings. To ultimately cling unto the proper idealisms in which shine as passion, ambition, or even of hate itself; nevertheless, pursue these options as a means to discover versions of You in which have either not been seen, willingly or not, or been realized yet remained suppressed, as this follows from rejection of Self. Therefore, be and never relent in the scenery by which the soul places You in; for this in itself be an Encourager of You, surely.

The Journey Toward You;

As today is the birth of myself I have seen the actions and words that I have conveyed hurt and even edify those whom I established a relationship with; regardless, of depth. I want to take this moment to give way toward my thinking development and the actions which have made myself over-indulge and the realization of such. For the past year, growth has come toward me in such a manner that has left me dazed and confused upon the journey being awakened that resides before me and the attempt to have established a front, wherein by, pursuing an authority figure; be it teachers, lovers, friends, or family has left me empty and wanting evermore of life.

So then, why make such a fuss wherever I go or have talked too? I would like to answer this by the brute honesty of existence and that by accepting the mess that I am follows a means that has seemed to have been "forgetting" of others desires alongside me; for this behavior, I apologize that if you felt this distance from me as I had no intention to have anyone feel like nothing. Although, my recent days and wants within my life requires that time spent upon myself is time appropriate due to the underlying truth that from this existence; for which to stand on the truth fondest to yourself, as it has upon me, leaves the person bewildered by the amount of pain gained as pursuing the You envisioned becoming abstracted. That is to profess a meaning to life that includes the pruning of mentalities, for who is to proclaim themselves an admirable person (Such as the Christ or Buddha) when we are to allow the social exterior to contrast that is perfected already within ourselves.

Therefore, this year was a marking of an end to an era as I wrap up my youthful bliss and begin to align myself with a reality that is not dependent on, this fear of mines, social reactions but rather an integration of understanding that life exists as it is than what I want it to be. To pursue this journey, in the beginning, has left me as a child to seek the promise of "health and wealth" from those whose intentions were just as unknown; which then has, from eight years on, left me to question things rather than people due to guilt arising out of these affairs.