Into the lines many go, blind to the light across the vale and bridges only exist in obscure thought. I have been part of the line and the veil has gifted me with the thoughts and chance to cross it and stranded not longer alone in a platoon of death. Mind sets are not meant to see the individual as a being of thought, they are made and born to come across the veil and join the march.

I am happy to stand with a lamp that gives me freedom of thought, though I find thought is not of a free thing, you must die in the world of the veil to come across and see the lamp. Not figurative but in all the sense of the word, you have to die and come back into the world with seeing what waits for you. When I saw past the veil, it was not heaven or hell but the state of the world without desire and lust burning in me. Stripped away is ego and what one sees as self, the death of desire to become something, the death of lust for the human monster of two heads would not be bound as a requirement inside. To produce is not a saving grace of soul or consciousness. It is a mechanism of the veil.

When the things inside face the world without breath and thought, you see that the dead things were not but a blanket of perception. When the real becomes cruel and raw you are gifted in death the truth of the human condition. Once was a wonderful thing, a pure thing that born naked and screaming into the arms of a mother who risked life to give birth to another. Sometimes this is the cost of mother who no longer breathes the air as does the lonely child who cries to a delf night. Sometimes we are not born into the world with things we hug at night, things we have to make sure that we have become the new. Not bound into the lines of people who have lost soul before death. They have lost meaning in the soul and have begun to feast on hearts. Mutilations of the soul and heart help keep the veil strong and the mind weak. When the world comes to you through the last closing of ones mind into the unconsciousness of pre death and comatose of external means. That is when the veil falls as it no longer has a being to hold onto and the last sight is the lantern on the other side that gave light to the mindless line we are on. Death of the heart is the last chance we have, the last beat of the heart is the one chance to move across the vail and gain your own lantern. Only the few have a chance to have the heart fight enough to beat alone on the other side.

I see the world as it is, not as it is played out to be, a green fade light as a game boy would be, a sight so wonderful is the sight of the blinded become the line to the managed and “proper” decorum of the accepted.

However what do I know, I just am a once dead ginger who tried to see past the veil and shocked when the lantern gave me a freedom I never thought could exist.

Much Love

Until Later

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.