Story of Incubation

Episode 7

When a man loses track of the living he loses track of sensual deceiet. The story of incubation started when I lost track of my sensual existance, I rendered all my senses mistaken, conventionalism became no longer my playground.

I was once alive, I was once with perfect senses of living beings, I was once deceived by words I heard and believe are as true as scriptures. Touched the softest I can touch, tasted the sweetest a grapevine can beget from summer wine. I have never learnt about Aethetics till I lost my senses.

"From force fed impressions let us mortify the minds, each soul to violate, each instinct tobe rendered FALSE" That was the first step.

As I said I rendered all my senses mistaken, I got deep into myself, dug deeper, and over thinking and over analyzing separated my body from my mind, I could depart the one I have been to join the virtual foot steps before me.

My mind and soul enclosed me in gentle rains of cleansing. I have unlearned to relearn, and threw out the fed impressions and I've learnt in the conventional frame.

I was told I was a scattered part in the universe, and when the cleansing came I gathered the scattered parts of the universe in the vision I have had for Unity .... My authentic vision was the one I have seen after opening my eyes again after incubation.

Sources of inspiration ... Gibran Khalil Gibran, Dark Tranquillity

Scars

Episode 6

Sacrs might seem to be metaphorical, I'm talking about physical signs in my body. but the intangible part of it is the metamorphosis of pain and its transcendence to the extent of manifisting it on my skin ...... To me the transcendence of Ego made Gods, not necissarily real ones, and the transcendence of pain made philosophers and mad men.

Metamorphosi starts with an internal feeling of abstract agony, depression, ascending to hatered and sadness, real sadness, not the sadness you suffer when your parents deprive you of the morning candies because you did not drink your milk during the breakfast, it's the sadness you feel when you find no way out, just the wall, just the no where to hide, the nothingness, the sadness you feel when you feel alone in an over crowded life of strangers.

next stage is transcendence, it surpasses my tolerance, I manifist my inside and start the razor prayer, for my pain preached to me to mark every sign as a memory of pain, just like reminders and birthdates people celebrate.

next phase, years and years ... where did this magnitude go? is it the same direction? down and down? or was that magnitude of energy directed in a constructive manner? it depends on who I am nowadays.

Finally I take a look in silence and contemplate all the hatred and sadness,they were never but my allies, if it were not for hatred and sadness I woudn't have ever learnt about moving on. I admit it might sound sick, means lead to ends, we all revolve around death, we don't know when it will grant us eternity, but we have to walk the long destined road no matter what awaits.

Unity

Episode 5

I was resentful .... I was ultra resentful .... Imperfection was a curse to me .... I thought it meant keeping me inferior to divine beings I have seen throughout my existance, which I don't know if it's pathetic or blessed.

Before I got blinded I was resentful because of what I don't have, when I got blinded I have seen that senses are the soul of my deceit.

Before I got blinded I have seen imperfection as inferiority, when I got blinded I have seen imperfection as the essence of universal UNITY.

Before I got blinded, all my vision showed me the portraits painted with smiles and gestures we easily fall for, when I got blinded my soul led me by the hand to the fact colours departed the real potraits of their souls to paint their pale faces.

Before I got blinded I used the word UGLY to discribe a being I see in the mirror, when I got blinded I've hear my soul preaching to me "Medidate, essence of things are not reflected in he messages between your eyes and your mind, but it's emded in the souls".

In my blindness I've seen UNITY in imperfection ..... For my soul is the preacher.