A soul so damaged by the world and its inhabitants
The chemical concoctions and elixRs made my soul somewhat unretrievable to myself
The only job left is psychic
To sense the full grasp of the illusion and every single personality type and characteristic
held within this system
how they relate to you especially
is incredibly painful to say the least
i have not been amused by the many attempts to trap and corral my beautiful soul. It is no secret that they have extended their invitation by sublimination many many times
never was i asked
never was i made 100% aware of what they are implying
you see this in many celebz
a souls so fargone
people hover around it like cannibals waiting to devour
yum,
shrugs
the only job left for me is psychic
the input is too much to deal with people
of course when you sense the incredible calculation
it is amusing to say the least
of course the system is very aware of you
every thought... course.... and your ability to go into farther uncharted waterways
unknown to the common soul
to pick up on scientific illusion
to perceive future occurrences
it is one thing to call yourself a psychic
or be given the role in a communist dictatorship
or be given the powers under different unseen circumstances involving groups
but to know you are an oracle, to be doubting that in yourself every second that goes by
the system lovingly tells you you have super.natural abilities
justa hint here and there
you play a lottery, nothing lol
you try and tell yourself that this guy is for me, then he goes on to hurt you
you wonder where your powers rest
then you make dinner and you almost cut your finger on a beyond razor sharp blade
you are reminded that this is life or death
that you are in pain
that you are in a hell realm
with a few seemingly beautiful characteristics
you look around and see a bird
you gaze at the stars
you pick a small daisy and smell it
you are entranced into believing that this is heaven
where you are told the more you own or have
that is the basis to your character
the more pieces of this
the more technology you have on monthly debit
this is the nature of your person?
No psychic knows where their powers rest
Nor do they want to talk about it
Nor do they want to relay their secret life
Nor do they feel the need to explain themselves
Always in oppression of the greater faculty
Somebody around the corner to try and trick you or make you believe you are nothing
Somebody to flash something in your face
A ring, or watch, a few hundred dollar bills
Stare at you walking by their 5 star cafe
Make you believe you are nothing to them
That may be the case
But i am somebody to me
And i have surpassed my sin level
(If there is such a thing) with good deeds
Heavenly miracles
And i will go ten thousand times farther than expected
I know my personality type
I know who i am
I know who they are
I know who they are trying to trap
I know how this thing is run
And they are scared by that
They fear us knowing the full grasp
They fear us knowing that the warfare on individuals is done through more magical
But untraceable seemingly random means
Most cant figure out how they ended up with the virus
Most don’t understand
A writer understanding
But never knowing what i have written the day before
That is the gift of the writer
More in the moment than anybody
The system is incredibly cruel
The unseen ones have guided
Only when you are dust
Do you find out how it all happened
The chosen few choose to stay here forever
The chosen few target the many
Only one escaped
The one
A one
My one
I am my one
I escaped something
I feared where i was going
Left before anything happened
But stayed long enough to scan with my tricorder
I know those that have the darkness all around them
It is funny because they are usually the ones to give me so much hostility
On other levels i am scanning their mind
In this realm i am simply paying $1.95
They growl and throw the money at me frowning
I look in disbelief
Like man, i have known you for 5 seconds why the harshness lol
Then i remember my feline face
My powers
Not just an ego based power
But a hidden power
To figure somebody out in about 12 seconds
Sort of like a retina scan
I love meeting a soul on the information superhighway
Not just on the net
But the living breathing d.n.a.N.E.T.
Because those deserving souls i am able to transfer or download
An entire pathway
Or just a piece of a puzzle
Sometimes the alteration of sublimination occurs within seconds
I see them smile
It is especially easy with babies and animals
They are more receptive
I download an entire sematic core self
Meant to guide
Where some do it in a handshake or behind closed, guarded doors
I have my own talent that i am fully aware of and will use to make sure that nobody gets trapped in a cycle of death
Sort of a visual kabbalistic stimuli
One would assume, i am so fargone due to my own drug abuse, other things etc etc
Somebody can get torn in their life far worse than i
By simply leading a normal life, being told what to do, guided by their loved ones into elite placements and into a path that was seemingly not theirs to go into
The wishes of others so to speak
Somebody would say geeze, Shaun ... your writing is pretty out there...or offensive, unclassifiable, or communist
Why would i want to stay somewhere classifiable
Why settle on communism
Or worry about what people might take offence too
I know each sentence changes somebody’s path
Each piece of code alters somebody for life
The writer knows this
The system knows this
They know this
Why battle your demons?
It is the only thing left
Since i have been to the other worlds
The more sadistic hell based worlds are not fun indeed
I know what is at stake
I can either kiss a stud in the school of knowledge for longer than 5 min- with the tongue i might add... get him hard in the process
Or i can be on a death ship with thousands of skeleton dwarfs ripping each other apart going down underwater a quadrillion times over and over
Fearing it
I don’t want to gush blood
I want to smile
I want to do my work with love and duty
No matter how tough it seems
And to the seeming destruction of myself health-wise
If that’s what it takes
I never want to give up and accept this madness for my own self relative nature
I partied with many people that did the same thing as me
5 drugs a night
Sometimes just one is enough
People feel the weirdness with just one puff of weed
Let alone gasp at the thought of what i have been through
I know where some of those people are now
They are by my side as i write this
Unfortunately it was too much for them
Nobody compares to a thoughtform that can express their life story
As much as me
But they need you to know that they are always there
And they are always guarding your soul
And you will be loved and hugged with open arms
When it is decided for you when your time is up here
If it takes 150 years then so be it
If it takes 150,000 years thats ok too
Because it will be like 1.5 seconds has passed there
And you will be home
With me, and your friends
Who really care about the progression of your loving soul.
Shaun A. Delage