the ancient self

the ancient self the one being the eternal force of unmanifest truth, the one unknowable connection from the consciousness through awareness into the void, where man and master and being flow without feature or meaning from this ceaseless chaos into perfect structure and love and finally into the unending maw of desire and ruin, born to die and to live as one paradox that has no resolution in the mind but only in the heart. inside the mind the world exists as the expression of the self, the manifestation of all things that affect the trajectory of the minds considerations. to be free is beyond the conceptual nature and can only be considered in the context of the vital emotions, raging and beating upon the bars of the vigilant mind. the freedom of the soul is the secret of the occult, the mystery of life that has no sense to the world that all accept and toil and die to. hideous berth upon the doomed ocean liner, slaves to the engines of the beast that carries the doomed across the ever widening river of the forgotten crossing to the perilous truth, shrouded in the mists of the mind , all things perish so that the soul is never lost, the unmanifest cannot be captured in form but only by the force of being, free of any consideration or concept or desire, there cannot be an ounce of impurity in the system to cross from here to nothing and return, unscathed but emptied of all the detritus life piles and impales every one with. there is nothing but purity and devotion to the end of all that is until there is no end and all is but one moment, still, unmoving, where tranquility touches the core of existence and freedom like all thought is meaningless.