On Confronting Death
It is a confrontation,
Don’t be deceived.
Only a great pretender
Loses faith in
The power of the flesh
Extending beyond an
Expiration Date.
That number asserts,
One after the other,
Phases of limited being:
A desert storm
Of cold nights and
Days baked in
Salt….
A crust of golden sap
Developing the texture
At the corners
Of a weary branch…
The red aching for release
From bondage to that
Fast-paced
Creature, lurking
In the back of
A darkening mind.
“Can’t I just feel
My skull
Again,
With a flame at its base
Instead of an ember?”
She cried and grieved
The loss of her beloved,
Who men pined for
Many moons ago.
The happy patter of rain,
On spring flowers and
An empty belly
Full of hunger,
Are all
Gifts for the young,
Who eat together.
The dying
Eat alone with
Dogs and cats
To keep them
Careful and gentle
Company,
While a soft flame
Still burns and winks,
Reflecting.
A twinkle laughs
From beneath
The wrinkled eyelids.
NPC (=Narcissistic Person’s Caricature=)
NPC is actually a term used in video games for a Non-Player Character, “acting on scripted behaviors, artificial intelligence, or under the game master’s control.” - Wiki
I highly suggest that those people who feel so strongly that the people around them have no soul and are part of a matrix of manipulated non-being are actually experiencing the product of their own narcissistic projections. I feel that it is dangerous to treat other people in this way. It is not unlike being in a session of BDSM without a safe word, and with a complete stranger.
The real reason you feel people are evaporating into a black hole of nothingness is because you yourself fail to see the souls of those around you, fail to see them as real people making real choices, thereby creating an energy about yourself that is soul-sucking, blind, and deaf.
Your hostile indifference towards these “NPCs” (=they are other human beings, you know=) adds to the negative energy inside of the collective consciousness, creating a vortex of “the neglected ones”, “the unacknowledged ones”, a body of invalid people. Those who make the mistake of stepping inside this vortex get swept up in a swirl of hateful neglect, their soul covered in your blanket of self-loathing and loneliness. The virulence of this illusion of the NPC is just another spiritual scourge, on par with leprosy. The solipsistic refusal to accept your own humble state as just another tiny body in the sea of humanity is called arrogance. Your refusal to allow other people creative director, writer, and main character energy for their own self-centered story is a manipulation meant to give yourself power.
Your paranoid belief that the human being beside you (=who has the same flesh and blood machine as yourself!=) is just this “puny” NPC, and not another suffering fellow human, programed by nature/nurture, like yourself, is actually the expression of an evil and narcissistic spirit. Perhaps you absorbed this spirit during drug usage, or some other encounter with “God” energy? You think you found power, but what you really found is an energy that will eat you alive, you and anybody you might have loved before you allowed yourself to house this narcissistic presence, robbed of insight or compassion.
When one is high on drugs, one is especially sensitive to the energy of the universe, but this is NOT an invitation for you to cut down your neighbor’s energetic choices with your judgements. Although we can ALL touch one another’s energy bodies with our observations, judgments, and intentions, only those who allow Evil will use that power to invalidate the reality of the being and body of a brother or sister. Some of these brothers and sisters are sensitive beings, more sensitive than you could ever imagine, and you are just another part of the nature/nurture force that is influencing each new day of their creation. Depending on how often you interact with these people you call NPCs, you might actually be a part of the way they are shaped. Take that how you will.
Your ability to categorize your neighbor as an NPC shows me that you are have completely given yourself to the user’s mentality, which is one of having zero respect for people who don’t gratify your ego. You have only this foul judgement of “NPC” when someone does not impress you with whatever quality qualifies their presence and soul within YOUR context, YOUR game. You fail to see their dialogue as a manifestation of their spirit and chosen pathways, a reflection of the life they have chosen. Instead, you turn their dialogue into some puppet speech. Respect and attention should be given to this fact: EVERY PERSON SHOULD BE GIVEN THE CREDIT OF MAIN CHARACTER IN THEIR OWN EXISTENCE. No person should be allowed to rob another person’s world of their own main character, even within the realm of their own reality. Speaking from the shoes of someone who has been written off, I am telling you, it does make a difference. The narcissist who casts another person as an NPC is a thief who should be brought to justice.
This mistreatment of others is an expression of the psychological trauma of our generation, one that has developed dependence on this mode of dehumanizing of the self and one another; the human experience turned into a game, and themselves turned into judgmental, critical, disallowing forces. We are a generation who is locked inside the boxes of narcissistic world leaders who don’t care whether we starve, whether we evolve, or whether we self-actualize. We are their barbarian, their trope, their NPC.
The Horse That Drank The Water
Just try, they said
To love it all
The good the bad the ugly
Just see if you can see it
All ways
The beauty of a universe
Of people who have holes
People who need things
People who take bowls
To places they don’t belong
And from children who wanted to
Use them to collect
Bits and bobs…
See if you can hear
The songs they sing
And the way they dance
Around nothingness
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Accept the good for their pride
Accept the evil for their desperation
Accept those who are both for their mundanity
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Love and Hate being the same:
Attention to a name
Who’s to blame
Energy gained either way
Neglect slain
Lame it is to withhold
And also insane to be bold enough
To feel for sick souls