Come, Seekers of Freedom!

you people…why don’t you come out? why, why are you stuck? enslaved by your own mind? can’t your mind think otherwise? where are you? can you find yourself among all these torrents of thoughts and emotions? do you even exist anymore? can’t you change anything? have you given up? or have you, in the last desperate attempt to save your existence, shaken hands with your dark, looping mind and now work from its side…helping it to go more downwards through your reason. you… are seekers of freedom, my friends, its the highest hope & destination anybody can ever desire!; but is this your way to achieve it..by ending your life? surely there is another way to achieve it. and far delightful, for you still exist to experience it. turn your craving for freedom to other side, my friends…change its direction, give it a 180 degree turn. make this craving your weapon, your strength, the source of all your motivation. make it your only purpose.

it saddens me seeing your posts. i feel guilty. all you can rise and shine (and by no mean i mean it in comparison with criteria of rising and shining by society. fuck society! they are not our standards of judgement here. by rising and shining i mean it in your own life, by your own perspective, through you own experience). hell with the past, hell with your self, hell with your mind and whatever or however it thinks, … give that all up, give up your attachment to your own self and its need for pain….. oh, free yourself from yourself! and take the leap… yeah, the same leap that you would have takes while giving up your life…yeah my friends – indeed the same leap! kill your old self and come out,  rise, and shine.  who can stop you then?! who has seen more than you? you are from hell and back! they all are still bounded in their own shackles. but you are free. and what freedom it is! who can bind you now? who can take it away now? nobody…not even God, not even devil.  all it takes is a leap… all it takes is a killing… all it takes… is a moment of choiceless trust in existence.

oh, and if somebody is taking me seriously, then run away too. away from ALL connections of past. its the familiar things and familiar people that tend to bring the old self back. its the sameness that’s most degrading and make you stuck.