Tigg - Church of Techno Poetry - Shaun A. Delage :)

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Comfort in illusion yet solace in disillusion of faith.

Solace in comfort yet faith in empowerment.

Infusion directly of belief.

In order of perpetuity.

No struggle unless time bound.

Other than that restricted in inclusion.

Or thought up of encouraging extroversion.

Mindset of interaction.

But more-so timing of self depending on ability.

A sensitivity of mending of souls.

Other selves and other beings in a spacial reality.

Theories abound of selves.

So small they almost are nonexistent.

The writer writes until they break it all down.

Or simply discover the reasoning being the man with the pen.

Either run or fly high through a self so mused with impressionism.

Of an artistic faith.

Or movement,

Most would hardly believe and individual could hack into the collective code.

Time be to unknowing.

Selfless figure in amazement.

Involvement in evolution.

Perhaps you are not made aware of the fact.

The intrigue of the being.

The hatred and secret war on those that resist.

Live for one.

Live for many.

Why does one persist?

To revolt against all this madness?

It is simply a belief in a thought.

Or belief in an ideal.

To live for a second self.

Of only three more times, to go.

Intuition of sanity, and helpless thoughts become one soul.

For the many that are trapped, passionately...wanting to be released.

Cognitive philosophy.

Generalised theory of a self.

Perhaps an automatic writer sent from divinity.

Oneness with ones higher being.

careful not to tread on those that help us along.

But a more-so beautiful smile given to,

those that would happily take our last breath.

Born into bondage, of course one hundred million crimes may be committed.

On the next one you pay a brutal and bloody figurative death, everyone gives up and submits.

That they know of not one being has made it.

Theoretically, given a full faculty of knowing a path.

Discovering a self, beyond that and exuding confidence over seven billion souls

Me, to find my soulbud amidst so much hatred for independence,

will always be difficult.

Considering what they will blackmail him with,

the poor guy.

I will help.

I may never get to lick his lips,

in this lifetime.

But I will make magic while I am here.

My own theory will pervade this occultic matrix,

until this being is found,

and he will be released from hostility.

He will be released from his sins.

He will be forgiven with all of the powers of creation.

There is nothing that can be done to stop this progression.

It is already in place for one soul to meet one being.

Then reunite that being to his soul.

Only time can spit on us, but I will wait for endless centuries to pass.

I will find you.

When your heart meets mine.

You will see that love exists without pain and hatred.

Without sexual slavery, and sadness.

For feeling so empty that love exists without having to explain or simply put, confess...

your inner most secret thoughts

that the solitude you have lived will never be alive again

when solitude feels threatened the mind begins to make angst.

Two beings cannot be alone for existence.

It is painful to the system

and they will take everything down with their pain.

Love knows no hate.

One journey,

no matter how painful,

Can all be healed

and forgiven from.

He is mine, I am his faithfully.

We are not sick.

We are love.

We are not illusion.

We are love.

We are not false love.

We just simply exist as love and then fade away, gracefully.

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PoEtiC LiCK

Stay tight -

One slave amongst thousands of kings, queen’s princes, and princesses.
One slave with no money up against those that have a hundred million.
One slave that resists cannibalism, sex torture, sex sacrifice, sex games, abuse, trauma, hell.
One slave up against the Canadian house of Saud.
One slave up against one billion members of the western regional elite.
One slave to beat the massed cavalry.
One slave with no ivy league.
One slave with more class than all those pigs in one room.
One slave amongst the super elite that drink blood and smoke cocaine to further the magic.
One slave enlightens people like me to the ritual trauma at play.
One slave marks the beginning of the apocalypse,
but it has been in effect for two decades possibly longer.
One slave beats illusion.
One slave has angels amongst enemies.
One slave becomes the most powerful being in Canada.
One slave shielded by the protection and guidance of mother earth who knows their sins as well.
When you remind me of my sins what about the greater sins of the status quo.
That is the true causality to the situation.

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Pure bliss -

Finality to theories.
Encouraged to hunt.
Yet crazed to ignore.
Beings left to amuse and converse and behind lock and key.
Theory of independence above all else.
The inclusion of freedom for every soul.
Gay society has flaws.
Canadian society has flaws.
Governance has flaws.
But the magic is... That flaws can always be reversed and fixed.
The sickness instituted on the masses is an oddity for we are the last deserving of it.
I am the supreme regional royalty of the west coast.
The poet that while neurally can set you free.
I can also liberate continents.
Worlds.
Species, and galaxies.
Because that is my ultimate power of love and freedom,
for too much blood has been spilled in their fight.
Hands literally coated with plasma and tears.
Lets discuss freedom and love...
It’s the only things we have left.

-

zenophile -

I look in my intensity of a mind’s eye for your very presence
but the only thing I found was evasive feelings of not belonging.
My myth or reality it seems
does not include a life with so much pain and neglect
but here it is.
The world as we know it is simply too hard to take without him, without his energy.
I don’t even know how I did it all.
How did he come into my life was the most ultimate and pressing matter.
Living in a world of abject poverty.
Satanism and divinity intermingled like two atoms meeting and nesting
then splitting apart in a violent burst.
The world without him was almost unbearable.
The one I know sits near me, and holds my hand ever so slightly and ever so intelligently.
I wake with his eyes to meet mine, everyday.
In such a cruel world to live.
A world where love and sex are marketed to the masses but the world takes no part in.
Cruel, senseless, trivial.
The beings that pervade all thought are the ones with senseless desire to make it.
The ones that make their impression clear on the masses
are the ones that take effect in the greater good.
More people wanting, needing, reflecting.
Theories of self, Theories of being.
Theories.
Simple as that.
Confusion for a greater whole.
Confusion for the masses, but individually I am not confused.
Individually I am in love, and this union escapes people for the most part.
Oh how much can change in twenty four hours.
Oh how much people can change.
Oh how much I can change.
I work to attain a spirituality that is evasive,
but not present because the spirituality is too busy to take notice of me.
The weaker one.
The one that cries.
The one that tries, the one that dies.
Simply say it’s so much as the one that needs.
The one that needs him, endlessly.

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nowhere -

Where does causality take you.
For most it takes you nowhere.
But a world of neglect and the realisation.
That there is no path.
Essentially it is those with an actual path,
that many are deathly envious of.
The fact that your consciousness is no longer decided by you alone,
but a full on faculty of the smartest minds in the universe.
Fascinating life.
Where one is many.
But two is a no show.
Where would three ever fit in.
But one with you and one without.
Fascinating it would be to live a different life.
But would you want to?
Most would say yes, paradoxically.
Tempting fate.
Yet looking my enemies square in the face.
Wanting to ascend but having to talk to people that killed saints.
You see these types all over and they will gladly sell their souls,
to remain fattened for one more week.
Rather than go with the uncomfortable notion of hunger.
Nobody will bring you enlightenment.
You have to find it for yourself.
In this very moment I hope I enlighten you, for what else is there ?

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TY -

A certain level of advocating,
Then I think I would be rather aggravating
and alienating.
Trying to be more animating in speech and song and every thing annihilating.
Certain level feel to anticipating
why don’t I try approximating.
Where one could cast off arbitrating in armor plating.
just endless assassinating on behalf of certain level assimilation.
We don’t know where one persists but one where lower level associating
on one level initiating.
There is only one brutality and that is a methodical world.
Thank you Very much

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Zenomancer

What a crazy time the past few weeks and they say it had something to do with Uranus in retrograde or something but I don’t follow astrology very much. Interestingly enough to keep up with regular stuff in mainstream society takes real skill since there is such an unfathomable amount of things going on at the moment, from the ebola outbreak, to Ukraine, to Russia, to undocumented immigrants on the US border, the possibility of forced vaccinations, Putin refusing to allow western products into Russia, meanwhile we are still in the literal dark ages and the largest financial collapse in modern history, but things toil on because there is still iphones and Cheetos on the shelves lol

It is fine to keep up with stuff in a sense and I advocate getting your news and updates from many sources hence a diverse range of input from alternative media to a spectrum of news outlets, rather than just either solely mainstream or just solely alternative media.

It is easy to get led down the path of paranoia or ignorance depending where you look for your information. And some of the things happening are downright scary. It seems present moment awareness is the optimal solution and if you are just going to work and coming home and playing xbox all night then there isn’t really a present moment awareness !

Part of my thought process included the possibility of continuing my book series with a third book and if need be I could leave it at two books but I read through the first few chapters of the 3rd book and thought to myself, wow I have something here. I think many writers want to give up but thanks to this blog rightfully named my virtual ministry, I have been given a transferrable skill from something that is free, and that is the fact that I have refined my writing skill quite a bit, and I know I am not the best at grammar and punctuation but I am a super keen story teller and I think that is a good quality of a writer.

Everything in the world is based in words, everything devised pretty much has a writer behind it, I mean it would be nice to be a millionaire and such but that is so unreachable to a person that is just beginning in story-telling. Part of my inclinations for writing this never ending blog include the above mentioned refining my writing craft but another part is karmic reversal, I hope to better serve people that may come across my words in whatever little way that I can, and also to be the first ever creator of the CHURCH OF TECHNO in which nothing is comparable. I used to tie my manifesto to it all in some whacked out conspiracy theory but I figured recently that everyone has a past and the sooner I can let go of mine the better and not to hang on or obsess about negativity seems to be the wisest solution.

Basically instead of complaining about all those that have wronged me, I can turn that negativity into extreme positivity by going into the creative aspect of my personality that turns adversity into a rainbow hehe

Personally I don’t think you really have to be a grammar nazi to make it as a writer, I think you just have to be able to create believable characters and an epic storyline for people to be entertained by and in writing my first book I realised after reading Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. That you don’t even need to focus on a plot hahaha imagine that! If it is entertaining and unique I think the world wants to see it   –eventually- Not many people have the means to write for a profession, some people can barely even keep a working computer let alone the $200 in costs in word software and printing costs for your rough draft and the cost of an editor and anything else that may come up including keeping yourself sane and supported through the process.

I have come across countless people that talk about being a writer but haven’t written a word or they are in school taking a course about how to write a novel and have not even written the first chapter.

I can say it is a defeating process but once you start battling the hurdles it becomes easier to deal with any sort of negativity.

It is with great pride that Zenophobic has recently made a submission to the Zeno Literary Agency, (my fifth) -3 I haven’t heard from since I submitted and a couple have declined so I find the process to be interesting to say the least hehe perhaps if they want to be very wealthy they will choose me hehe it is a long shot since it is gay fiction but you never know !

-Shaun A. Delage 

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