Will & Love

Will is the force of creation and Love the force that relates (unites) the manifested.

Will & Love are complementary and can be considered the strong force of Consciousness.

The strong force expresses as harmony, beauty & joy – the lack of it, as discontinuity, sadness and filth.

There is lots of talk about free will – usually motivated by the hope to get wishes fulfilled – but where there is Will there is neither wish nor hope.

Will cannot be willed, as there are no two Wills
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Will has no cause, nor can it be deduced from effects – Will is cause and effect.

Where Will is divided, weaknesses arise.

Will is absolute – unless subjected to moral & purpose, or otherwise fixed in time/space.

Seeking the origins of Will and the construction plans of creation is seeking to avoid self-responsibility.

Every man/woman is to exercise his/her Will.

Everyone is (or should be) his own creator and has thus infinite self-design possibilities – each of them having, when motivated by the Will & Love to realise oneself, the potential to bring about a self-image wherein all creations complement each other.

Yes, that’s what it should be, but how can an imagination of the self preceded It’s conception?

Will is how the currents of fate get turned, how ideas take shape. It’s the cockpit of exploration, what makes our world larger. Then there’s also “Wish”, where We simply hope for something in a weaker way, and yet it comes to fruition quite magically. Will is more like mastering the game of dimensions and levels, conquering and masquerading Your essence everywhere as Your crackling powers weave their designs.

Be strong, do not succumb to thy creation, but encompass it, be affirmative in thy actions,
do not divide nor multiply, be as Thou art, praise Thy being, love Thy Self.

This, I shall doeth.

You all sound typically retarded…it reminds me of that song MJ use to sing…“make the world a better place, for you and for me and the entire human race”, while lowkey fingering little boys in the background…not to bash MJ dead corpse but you all seem very idealistic, like a man who thinks that marriage is apart of life on some kind naturally intrinsic level with the inability to understand the cultural construct aspect of it, then when it is doomed to fail due to many social, cultural and personal tolerance factors, he STILL does not fully accept the reality of what happened, but rather justify it by saying to himself, “well, it was better to love than to never love”, or “at least i got two beautiful children from it”…

You lot are that kind of retarded…which stems from a feminine disposition of an egoistic narcissism, emotions are at play here…heavily…I say heavily because it seems genetic or something…it’s not like a born paraplegic will ever know what it’s like to truely walk.

Really, you lot are seriously everywhere! I find it funny when you all do that stupid walking rumination thingy where you are looking at the ground with a confused expression on your face, trying to figure something out…always looking for that fix, or rather to fix something… it’s like a heroin addict 2.0 where it all takes place on a mental level, thoughts/ideas are the drug promoting delusions of grandeur is the release, as some form of coping mechanism compensating for an internal void.

calling yourself humans who automatically deserve something because you got a degree, or paid your taxes…or contributed to society<— my favourite one…

that ptsd that it leaves you with is funny, not going to lie, i giggle a lot when i see it. it’s even more funny when you “sell your soul” in those competitive environments and it doesn’t pay off, and then pretend to have never been apart of it, or seek to change into this morally inclined great character but we all know what STILL lingers…those demons of entitlements… perhaps you’ll become a monk? or even maybe save the cows…like a mafia member who survives the business, finds God through shock of what he has seen and done, but doesn’t want to let go of the money/lifestyle…

There’s an infancy to it, boys and girls with big guns. Perhaps you need a thousand years to establish your specialness, i imagine you’ll need another thousand to fine tune it though.(entry point for sarcasm or a placeholder for your mania to project into, feel free) perhaps the imaginary audience will no longer be imaginary by then.

i hope you feel better now [-o<

I feel exactly how somebody ought to feel when presented with the likes of you lot, annoyed with a slight sensation of disgust.

I was walking through the city the other day and one your kind was crying, doing some kind of stupid protest shouting to people to take off their gas mask… Then one of them tried to hug me… The stench was gross, and that glazed over look they have in their eyes is even more gross.

Homosexuals have the same look in their eyes after they misuse their rectums. It does something to the brain, changes it permanently, then the body starts to follow, the original meaning of the word “queer” is a good description of how the body changes… Or wilter, we can say.

Anyways, these people manage to obtain that state of being exclusively through idea. I’m not sure which is worst.

Luckily for you lot, you have the benefit of having armed police on stand by.

Hey take it easy on the homos. It’s not easy growing up in the western world, man. All kinds of shit can happen that’ll make you suddenly wanna roller skate down santa monica boulevard with one of those cut off t-shirts on. Ever met Harry? Case and point. Here’s Harry as a boy.