My little demons disguised as men, you missed me? My visits are becoming more sporadic and there is a specific reason, the more time passes and more I realize that my words there will never be helpful, at least that
... ... at least you learn to reprogram. Exactly, just like a computer. You have to reprogram your ways of perceiving reality, which is anything but real. You must learn to see beyond things, lead to a more open, letting it flow on the flow of energy that each experience will bestow. Think like a demon means floating in a sea of \u200b\u200bvagueness.
But the program is all you have, is not it? Your subconscious, your bases, the teachings of early childhood, school, parents. You know what to be and nothing more. There is never really interested in the mystery of existence, even if you pretend to follow him everywhere. In truth I tell you that you are terrified of a revelation.
You are lost, and already knew, and I have also confessed on several occasions in the past. The circus is home to human souls are too modest to look reality in the eye. Your hope as a species resides in your loins. Maybe one day will be born a different generation, able to stand back from that vicious circle which prisoners are now thousands of years.
Then, as he told another paper demon a few years ago, not taught to children. Let them run, make mistakes and grow. Do not teach them the history and the concepts of true and false, good and evil, all things that are not yet applicable. Love them, that is, but I doubt many of you know what it means to love. You would think that a demon like me will not be able, but you are wrong. My power (and I assure you that I have quite a few '!) Is the result of a continuous act of love for the universe.
Ascoltatevi the song and try to imagine the void. Send your mind on vacation in the dark corners of the universe, where time stands still for too cold. I, meanwhile, will continue to work on the magic potion that I promised my faithful servant Gor ... ...
poor creature slave of his vile desires.
