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Of good methods , these will become examples ; the hopes in seeing these methods in becoming a tone , a good tone for the start of prosperity are coming from wanting to become one themselves .
Good methods .
To where the hopes , while keeping this in mind , when subjugated by hardships in life , these methods are needed most to be in the light of good and fair , at best as it can be , making sure always to that quiet justification without the short alternative routing ; in which violence and questionable integrities are ready to become a way of , not only life , but to conveniences instead .
Shortest routes in circuits with unseen dangers ; to where familiarity became familiar push buttons for disaster instead .
Ruin not a good man because of his inexperience ; burden not his mind with your troubles and shortcoming but instead lift him up as when he needed it and let that , of your methods be his expectations to reapply , as when the table are turned to where , he has to show and accept his own limitatoñs in his life experience and ultimately , his kindness in giving back to his Vicinity as he has learn about his own true nature .
Epik closed the book that he wrote decades ago .
They don’t want to need me , they simply needed me to re~functionalize the gap for their own use so they could comprehend the gap better .
I am the gap , and they are the edges . Understand the edges , the gap will simply be filled in with my acceptance to what they were made of .
Hmmm , scapegoats extravaganzas , yes ?
What is that gap about , Epik ?
The only question they did not ask me , and when the clamp is shut with their hands still in it …
The argumentative statements and issues in getting the gap , bridged , were uselessly discussed … angrily for stating importance , defining moments to ranks and power , and clearly a sharp stake at hearts for the start of hatred and for at best , the finger pointing later with ; no questions should be asked and yes , thy shall have the truth , nothing but the truth as power had to be with and came from , the chosen ones .
My mistake , Epik almost laughed .
Indeed .
Not appropriately assertive enough to tell them myself , The Inner Circle , the gaps in themselves are the combinations responsible for a needless wider and larger bridge for a small river with weak banks , do you see ? , Epik.Demokra smirked .
The small problems were at the state of over thinking and the solutions were an over estimations with unnecessary burdens ,
And the bridge was destroyed in the process of crossing to the other side , with their hand in the fate of the clamps , with their hands were still in it ,
Yes , these scape goats in the end , were always on the look out .
You cannot run for escape for it will then , manifest wrongdoings to the thinking solutions in the simple mind . Good simple minds are with good simple unburdened life . Hmmm ?
See it ?
And the unburdening , purging life without these burdens are , should be at the skill of professionals , like chemical factories getting rid of it’s toxic waste ,
And when these manifestation becomes the undoing in the fictions invented by themselves , the truth then begins to need a point for sacrifice .
Power and ranks had to be ritualized in it’s schematas so that eventually the banks of that river are well founded with people’s sacrifices , sometimes well and deep in to the meaning of their own demise .
Tawdriness , an active participant , yes , ever so unfortunate for those with simple good minds to have a peaceful breeding with .
Epik tossed his pen on the wall , with a smile on his face ; turned fairly into a darker smirk ,
And what were bred , becomes the epitome of failure in Mankind to understand about the maintenance to the forms in decaying life , leaving monumental meanings for that thinking mind in the ideals of science for methodologies to have a grasp on , … and tackily on that simple men … ,
On those simple men , who were rightfully angry enough but without the many needed alternatives routes of solutions , failed to see through the walls defined by their own simple institutions in parenting , became merely a species , like cultures of viruses and bacteria studied and bred in laboratory , instead of being a civilized human , studied and built the schematic of Humanity …
…. isn’t that who we are ?
To what we are , we can be better ?
Or not ?
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If not for ourselves then who should it be for ?
Deities and ritualizing forms without deep mathematics and business sciences ?
Regardless these inconsistencies will need a safe haven for the look out ; the scape goats , ideally , they are humans too .
Ahhh , the meek , have a reason now , to be part of the circuitry too , yes ?
On the right or wrong , suffering has it’s own stories to tell too … no ?
Tell them stories well enough , you get sets of reflective redefining techs and sometimes these reflections managed to take out the needed focuses , blurring life into useless abstractions into becoming heroically predictable and useful .
This is when simple minds , without burdens learn to become ‘stupefied’ into reasons .
Simple and good men , in needs for simpler tones in existence .
Never , mind you ; along the reasons bestowed upon them to be themselves in the knowledge of living their life , to be without potentials , but rather … manipulated for easier accesses to industries so that they could be at their best in contributing Factors , the tapering civilizations constituted from the primitive handling’s Methods , tech.ing back into the Motherboard of Connectives .
And when that simple and good men unknowingly burdened with complications … hmmm profits and gain for some other men ?
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Passé and scarily with repercussions that is indeed tuning always to prosperity decayed fast into destroying other’s form of properties .
Epik stood up , stretched his body to the arriving rays of light in the early morning sun , appearing like oranges , proud and loud and on the balcony to where his study table was placed ,
Epik slowly turned and faced the Sun ,
And here are the full frontal assaults , the reasons as to why that they had claimed in letting me go , needlessly embarrassing for intent and purposes at their own sense in need for validations , came back and staring them into their eyes and becoming hard into their faces now … glaring back with the promises to put the scape goats at rest along with the complicated ideas in their head , hmmmm … wonder where that would be ?
The divisive states are tech.ing again to separate from the connectives and this time it seems that the elites in the patterns to manifest are deforming to reform .
Epik soaked in the morning sun , with the soft wind over his face …
The rays of sunlight went into his eyes , awakening the neurons of the past decade’s inquiries , with the spearheads seeming to be in his hands , indicating to the moment’s seniority in past experience for … solutions ….
… and the soaking of the Sun ,
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The soaking of the Sun into my skin , she closed her eyes calmly …
Fingra stared at the point.view with her eyes unblinking , …
Calmly to … what ?
Calmly surrendering her memories to inner working of her lights within ?
Dithas , had to surrender plenty , didn’t she ?
To leave her Vicinity after seeing the destruction caused by her own kind , distrust and the very loyalty hoped merely shifted to hatred and unjustified violence , should be , well at the very least … the biggest disappointments in her life ?
What is there left when the structures manifesting realities deep from the minds of men , lived in the state of Vicinity have gone nuts without shelves for solutions , worse off , bad engineering , bad policing schematics and to top it all off , infested with despotism to where everything about that culture are stagnant with fears and needs for approval ?
Rebuilding the ‘what’s left’ and called it let’s stack another set house of cards ?
It was The House of Cards amongst all things , wasn’t it ?
Implosive seeding , to turn around and became other’s set of seeding , and finally reached into maximal confrontational for results that are predictably a recipe for a well cooked disaster …
When these small corners were massive on their own , selfish to the core because of the underexposures resulted by the methods of redistributions ; corruptions are usually with head titles , based on the expectation of trust and when that trust could only be gained only through the force of power , as the poverty exponentially rose , it becomes questionably suspicious as the methods in reasoning for both end of the spectrums to intellectualize will be the same … House of Cards but with values that are restricted to means in affordability in the end …
See , it is not in the confusion of these two gaps reasoning to each other but rather , it is in the making of that expectation of trust speaking in the same language and yet with cores that are coming from different sets of fears and breeding patterning instead .
And fear ? In any languages or cultures , they are dissapointingly the same .
No , that was not confusion . These were the truth as in experiencing life with the incomplete objectives seeing forth it’s own adjectives .
Now , …
…. Fingra bit off the donut , gleamed with melted fine sugar on top …
Now , watch these humans interacted with each other , and do you wonder sometimes why certain few ideologies had to be laced with tyrannical institutions in order to instill that few necessary regulated Techs for the coming future ?
Hmmm ! Fingra blew the hot coffee and stared blankly at the cat and whispered quietly at Boom ,
// Fat . //
… and waited , smiled along the strong aroma of the coffee ; and thought about simmering adjectives in incomplete Techs …
…. and as when she was about to sip the coffee for the first time of the day … ,
she took everything
Everything ?
Was everything is gone , and taken away from her life ?
none is ahead
truth is feeling
Fingra nodded her head quietly , what a life that would be , eh ?
As when your truth feels , and when none is ahead …
// Boom , that is desperation , yes ? When indeed to what you said has no bottom to line along into contentment ? Is that what to her truth’s feel ? Is that why she needed to simplify everything into a form ? //
Fingra laughed a little , when she started to realize there was a tone of desperation to the words she was saying … to a cat .
Furry black and fat .
none is ahead
continuing’s a promise
feeling’s a conclusion
life’s a memory
Ahhh , the old poetry , summarized by a toy chip … life’s a memory ?
// Repeating fashions a mere history ,
past into the Now in the bended time ,
lighting the forms of needs and
wants in structuring …
Hmmm , structuring what , Boom ? … foundations ? //
Who … wrote that ?
It is a None , ahead for a feeling
Promising a continuity
Nonetheless , a memory of life
A conclusion to form a feeling
As ahead is to None ;
What were the last words of that poem ?
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The Arranger’s Dilemma , yes ? … the title of that poem , no ? , Fingra blinked , stared at her cup of coffee … black without sugar , getting cooler by the seconds …
a none becomes The Form .
// As Ahead is to None ;
The None becomes the Form
And the form lives in the mind of … Man . //
Fingra sipped her coffee thinking , staring at Boom and wondered why would the writer of the poem named it , Arranger’s Dilemma .
power that be is in the dimensions
seen and believed
for when it is none
the state simply had to be
// for when it is ,
to what it is to be
seen and believed …
the power that be ,
shall be with you
as state is believed and fair
to the dimensions … //
Fingra smiled and petted Boom.Ploop gently …
to and forever in the light
within forever in you is true
Dennis.Schools , the poet , written by him centuries ago .
The power of paradoxes , you want to be kind unconditionally , you have to see the larger picture in the frame , disappointingly limited only by your own means .
To believe in nothing , and yet dimensional enough to the hearts who seeks meaning in everything ,
To become one with the names invented by their own Techs , to fail and succeeded along the lines in time , in hard decades and solid centuries ,
Boom meowed loudly ,
yawns upon yawns
Fingra laughed , picked him and held him up to her eye level ,
// Listen fat cat … let’s do something today . Something interesting , what do you say , eh ? //
seven mall twenty minutes from now
fun twelve seconds
// better than yawns upon yawns , Boom ? //
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the one root is always in Three
when the eyes are closed
dimensions seen are possibilities
twelve seconds are the shifting soils
grounding realities are as in the truth’s feels …
the oceans see ,
the three trees
illuminating free
awakened to the life’s electric
magnetic
bonded by the elements
a state and a phase lonely in time
together always in one of a kind .
Virtual Imagina ; One Root in Three .
Dead and buried , pre~intraxx poets , riddled with a need for confusions , chaos and also the unregulated Techs , made ways for Order and Supreme Ways , never a dull moment … and yes all excitements are regulated by that methods in perceiving needs in cultures .
Were you ever surprised then , in the schemas of all things , why indeed humanity are so inclined to differentiate themselves to the notions of achievement , right down in the need for naming the sciences to their own causes , weakened alone by the very methods in cultures that perpetrated it ?
See further but never too deep into yourself , for madness mirrors perfection into your becoming , intraxx8501 . Quasi.FTer
Stark.State in the state of fracted.norm , in the midst of that twelve seconds going up into the streaming future , closed his eyes , cutting off the illuminations of rays of light by the point.view in front of him .
A> Give me the numbers , Stark and what did you see ? <A
H.er voice came up strong and clear in the implants near his cochlea .
0.1 8501 is my conclusion , intraxx . Quasi.FTer . I see the three trees , next to each others , their roots are intertwined in and on top of the ground .0.1
Initiata zoomed in Stark’s fracted.norm and watched the stating.abstractions , to which to her are merely globs of broken colors , fitting in into each other , changing forms .
S.he waited for her inputted shade of colors to stretch in by again , to the time which Stark’s mentioned the numbers ; all seven digits precise to a one shade in a palette to the catalogue of millions colors existed only to the humans’ eyes … as green .
A> I want you to remember those fracted.norms , Stark . Try to node each progression as perfect as it is , right up to the shadows and lights of the trees , we will have other Uultras look into it later . Can you locate these visions ? <A
Funny how clarity of the chosen ones who believed , starting to believe to what they were chosen for and became quite useful to the manifestation in the notions of “Be” .
Inventing the motherboards , innovating the thinking outlook of an Uultra to work with them … asking the big question WHY ; after all that quibbling like little children in the past , murdering each other in the name of mere bad parenting by parents coming from weaker tuning of cultures , finally , they are seaming into the making of better clarification for science .
Good riddance , Initiata punched in the codes when she started to see the shade of green , misting by in the point.view .
What good are any young humans to be disable in his mind , to The Rise and their Wanting , to the tone of his skin colors , language patterns separated by senses of needs , merely because of weakened state of institutions aware of it’s own existence and yet powerless to form a stronger bond with themselves in the name of simple humanity , and had to settle with the state of bad guidance clamoring only to their own selfish sets of cultural reasons to the fairest excuses , without Mathematics to be at their best ?
Madness , that is what it is .
Deceitful lives propagating needs .
The preachers are the salesmen for bad untested circuits .
The herds are the recruitments of the meek , stupidly programmed to follow , weakened critical thinking , nonetheless .
Teach them how to feel in these state of conditions … you get slaves , slaves with needs , remember that , Initiata punched another codes accessing quasi.FTer vocabularies .
Teach them how to think … you get masters of the mind to where greed professed it’s kinship in philosophy defined by their family values .
Greed ?
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Deceitful lives propagating needs ?
Yes , may it is the need in them for revelations we are hoping for , for them in seeing through and gettng ahead in their lives .
To where the salesmen of untested circuitries are in need to feed their kids …
The meek are tired , needing to be strong with the right portions of education , programmed with better intuitions to lead their own selves …
And with these acquisitions in leading , transformed shall it be , that greed into something with Forms to be shared with , to where equality is the philosophy and psychology , family values are the definition of that acquisitions and in the method of leaderships , and finally to be at where the kinships of these masterful minds to be professing their goodness to and for each other ; depth , after all are always in the reflections , if it’s human’s , then it is in the width that refers to it’s state of intellects ., that matters … yes ?
Quasi , huh ?
0.1 Intertwining roots above grounds , Initiata . Many others trees around the area . I believe this is pre~life.consultants , hundred of years ago . The congregations are summed up to numbers and the waiting lists restricted to time and date . 0.1
Initiata kept to h.er silence .
Seven hundred and fifty years ago to be exact , give and take twenty years .
To where now , healings are about prevention more than the actual dosage of medications or surgeries as it was then …
When the achievements in medicines became about the strands of DNA in your body , and minds are revolving in the state of independent circles of your own needs and ‘wants’ ; there are no history to thread anymore when sciences had left a light on your biology as human , any sentient … DNA strands , with explainable reasons from science studies , …
Initiata touched the empty glass with the tip of h.er index finger , deep in thought … and whispered quietly in losing herself thinking with her eyes slowly becoming white …
A> Just a dot of time , left by past rays of light , to be re ~ activated by the streaming …. continuing … <A
H.er voice , Initiata’s , whispered in Stark’s cubicle …
0.1 Are you okay , Initiata ? 0.1
Dreamless sleep to a human , a mere triangle.magnetisma to an Uultra ,
Sleeping in hoping to dream is a wish sometimes for a human but to dream , the Uultras never have to go to sleep , the dreams become the structures , the many millions beginning of foundations streaming in reality .
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Lost in thoughts ?
Patterning to find answers , in questioning , one will shifts , whatever it takes to became the answer …
?
Good methods .
Instating the light to shed all darkness , so the questioner , in hoping to become one to the width and depth’s reflection , maintaining strength in knowledge and finally to the state of educations ;
The colors had stories , dear one .
Funny to how one never sees the focuses in dreams in which colors to dominate your setting ; to see in that realms , eh ?
The power is always in the light , and yet when you dream , the shadows are non existent , the lights are merely to condone comfort in dreaming to a state of living on Earth , to familiarize … that is all , haven’t you notice ? To how with your eyes closed , that reality in your minds imitate everything that is , is with limitations ?
And wonder still , to why some few , they able to initiate … progress ?
The darkness within , about the closing off your eyelids were nurtured by the sun nonetheless , you must remember , this dear one ,
For all breaths in the fear to whatever it is that are scaring and muddled you so , are streaming to the familiar and fair initiatives , may you be led by the right consecutives from the extensions of good seeding … curving ,
Open your eyes , Stark , return to the lights and shadows … I am never far from you … remember dear one … colors too , have stories to tell .
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Lost in thoughts , like a cat puzzled by the hurried mouses , the many different directions , in front of it’s path ,
A dot of time , a seed left by the light ? What ? Is this human’s ? Is this the depth they were talking about , without the scales of time to measure that unknowable truth and breast fed by the hearts who were bound to stay in the schemas led by these madness ?
Colors too ?
Initiata stood up , announcing the arrival to Stark into the future twelve ; The Future in Twelve Seconds for two weeks in this realm .
A> Welcome Stark . Anytime you are ready , come out . Any ideas on the colors ? I have been getting strange unlikely manifestations two minutes ago … Are they yours ? <A
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Timing are in the Seeds , initiated for a definition , always .
As to Great and Consistent Timing are the Sprouts … to which the lights are The Activators , and in that keen shadows coming from the projected lights ,
… are the frequencies to shade and colors , to relate time in the brightness and contrast , to matter where reality to the lives living in the scaling curves of ages , …
… In Time , the people , all people have the potentials to the timings in the coming projected light curving from their activators within , as the keening shadows are of the experiences lived in their time on Earth … reflecting truth as ‘Be’ by the sunshine , angled by the revolving grounds ; quickened to the notions of becoming , in the ideals of destinations and arrivals .
Fingra.Nuovo with Boom.Ploop on the leash , walked slowly on the sidewalk facing the cold human made desert .
She thought , just about five hundred meters away … there are beaches . They raised the platform exponentially to make it looked like they were walking into the endless sands .
Great design , to where in a few moments , the land will sloped so deep that the suddenness in seeing a full display of a city , beginning with a massive shopping mall , Seven , intricately designed with the many condominiums , luxurious vechi.homes parking spots and also landscapes to include the sea waves into it’s blueprints .
Hold water safely , you’ll find peace within like you never could with a desert .
Poetic evening walks , Fingra lifted Boom onto her arm , and waited by the sidewalk for a vechi to come by .
question
.
sea water
that
Fingra petted Boom and can’t help smiling to the notion of the cat’s fear of water .
// Yes , Boom , ocean’s all around . It is a city regulated to the concept of buoyancy . Every part of it’s designation are about staying afloat …. Are you scared , Boom ? //
Fingra laughed hard as she started to feel his body was squirming about her arm ,
// You fat furball you ! What are you scared of ? Let’s go have some walk and meals , nice little meals at Seven Mall , yes ? microfine slices of pineapples fruit on dark ground meat , yummm , what say you , Boom ? //
From the corner of her eyes , she saw a man standing by the port looking at them both .
seeds
timing
if
water waves
the wind blew your ways
great
Fingra and the cat in her arm stood a little while looking at the man across the street , while a vechi came by , sliding the door open , waiting for them to enter .
She moved her attention to the seats inside of the vechi , and at the same moment the man looked towards them amongst the breaking ocean waves near the port .
She moved inside the vechi , putting Boom on the seat and mentioned her destination to Circ .
Keen.Kapital by the port , wiped his face from the ocean’s mist , and laughed a little …
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Beauty and her fat black cat , that is the one … there was an ionist capture of these two sentient in fracted.norm , well known for centuries , studied in collective.ions for years and still to these days , they aren’t sure how they have gotten that ionic shot .
The big question lingers , in secret societies , mostly the Inner Circle … to who really Bta.Drsa is , since the data on the ionic shot was shot by her installations throughout the globe in black and white and yet , with no time and date , alone to the impossible presentations , starkly staring with data at them without origin .
Just a name … of the installer of collective.ions
Great strong tides bring clarity at all times … the changing form from the layer of different elements into another had to be rebuffered , about ; as in the larger the waves , the bigger and wider the beaches to the beginning of of land ;
the buffering data missed a crucial point … the point of origin …
Hmmm … Keen sighed .
Yes … the intellectuals are known to be short with these weakened state of structures in attaining knowledge , as it has been proven before ; no reasons or origins , make one up or else ,
Else is that buffering state in data … like beaches with massive waves …
Where evil thrives in the name of goodness , where goodness profits in the name of evil , and where money and kred.its from these manifestation were the feeding stations to maintain that very institutions in credibility , that ELSE , always had to be defined regardless of origin .
And … that definition would have to be , …
The breaking waves went high over the rocks , and wet Keen from head to toe .
A split second , that , huh ? , Keen stood with his arms wide opened , surprised to the cold wind breezing into his wet body …
The evening sun , as usual , the brightest orange as it can be today , Keen smiled and remembered of Dennis.Schools’s poetry ; The Light , One At That , The Arranger’s Dilemma …
Hmmm , something about timing in great seeding ? Or was it vice versa ?
The breaking waves and that cold ocean’s mist …
Magnetic .
Something about the mind , thoughts and thinking progression to where everything will leads to the state of prophecies , to each men , different and yet with the footholds of interests to why men began to question his own existence , in other words ; knowledge breeds symmetry to your deep matters in surroundings …. like huh ! The breaking waves high over the rocks , the questioning state in the point of origins … Yes , strangely elusive to the connectives , the motherboard in illusion to thinking minds … but here Mr Schools , glaring at me with my arms wide opened , cold and wet to the wind seeking peace in the evening , brightest orange as it is … Hmmmm …
Hmm Dennis.Schools , Keen kept a mental note to recheck some of the Virtual.Imagina original frequencies that are kept safe in the digital boxes of fracted.norm , and walked away wet by the sea to the waiting spot for his vechi.home to arrive .
When the vechi door opened , Circ turned on the heat to warm Keen so he could change his wet attire to a dry one .
:: Nice evening ? ::
Keen hobbled into his vechi and slammed his wet body onto the sofa .
101 Like you wouldn’t believe , my friend . All wet from too much fun , this is what fun looks like 101
Keen waited for the door to slide shut and waited for his vechi.home to move pass the beauty and the fat cat nearby , across the street .
To a whisper in his voice , lost in the moments , he softly spoke ,
101 Nice evening , Circ . All seeds has it’s timing apparently , it makes no sense to reasons but the tuning of the frequencies refers wonderfully if you simply let it be … and the sun , did you see the sun , Circ ? 101
:: Yes , Mr Kapital . I see it . Like the timing’s in the seeds , the colors too has stories to tell , don’t you think ? ::
Keen nodded as the cat across the street which kept staring at him was taken into it’s own vechi.home by the woman who handled her , slowly closed the door .
101 Yes , Circ . The stories , they do tell stories , anyone of them who has curving into the shades , tuning in the timing , they should have their own stories … Come on , Circ , help me get the water warm so I can wash these ancient salt off my body . Nice evening , Circ , yes , a beautiful sun 101
Circ blinked up , on ; the point.view by the kitchen for Keen’s later assessment on Bta.Drsa …. after the shower , and softly spoke ,
:: Yes Mr Kapital . Nice orange , beautiful sunset ::
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