A major piece of the conditioning of order followers is a reliance on and respect for authority. Anything(anyone) that challenges this principle is viewed as an enemy.
The indoctrinated also have been trained to believe that they are the only ones who are fully “aware” of reality and capable of defending or saving others from any related harshness.
These systems are responsible for creating closed minded individuals with superiority complexes. This is by design. This is part of the division/deception initiative.
I cannot, in good conscience and in accordance with my ethics, morals, and principles, participate in or perpetuate a system that uses all its faculties to diminish its own peoples’ wealth, well being, and cognitive abilities so that they may be more easily controlled and therefore unable to assemble to express any form of dissension or resistance to the system.
As I weave the last few layers of my silken tomb, the temptation of flight is almost too much to handle. The thought of fluttering, velvet wings, reflecting the guiding starlight, consumes the darkest spaces of my mind.
Previous transformations have denied me my wings. It feels as though the celestial bodies have conspired against me. Maybe my longing lacks purity as my imagination often includes beautiful visions of my new self. Vanity denied.
Perhaps my perception is a bit skewed. And as I refocus, I’m left not with the vision of the butterfly, but with an overwhelming feeling of control. I can reinvent myself in any manner I desire, the only limit is my imagination. I shall put down my needle and thread and instead raise my antennas towards the sky and await transmission.
I hear the monster calling.
A voice from within or a faint cry from the distance, I cannot tell.
Forever uncaged, he is free to roam, farther then I have ever gone, or am willing to at this point.
As strong as I feel that I am, there is no protection from his spell(s), not even the ability to reel in the cast.
I can see through his eyes, but his actions I cannot control. Complete control of my actions, however, is accessible to him as long as I continue to answer his call.
He knows I’ll always need him.
Dark of night,
The only sound,
Time still bending,
Seeds are planted,