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ILLUMINATI TESLA AUTOMATON

"A JOURNEY OF A MAN BECOMING AN AUTOMATON OMNINEXUS"

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ILLUMINATI TESLA AUTOMATON

 One day, through the window of his mind's inner eye,

He will dive in and fight the final fight.

But, it won’t be a game for the lighthearted thrill-seekers

It will be an indulgence for the truly battle-worn.

The tested soldier is what this is about.

For If the ideas were supposed to stick in a man’s mind;

If a man was to make his way back to mankind

From the fatal fire of the Kantian Understanding,

Then he would have to dredge up courage from a sticking place

Sheer, shameless bravado amplified by reckless ambition

For one knows what one is doing is not certain,

But the uncertainty seduces like an ephemeral haze

Of dangerous red fire, burning and lighting

The pretty maidens but sometimes murderous sirens

But give him fire and flame if it’s all the same,

For a life of sweet safety is nothing but a boring game

He is possessor of that romantic lover’ pain

That puts all other livers and lovers to shame

For safety in thought, is boredom in kind

An unadventurous fear which cripples the mind.

The peaceful fools, loving foolish pleasures

While Plato beckons they loosen their mental binds

Where he is going, he doesn’t need any roads,

For they go to infinity, where all roads curve and close

Flying through his mental wonderland,

There’s no single frosted path less traveled by

For, he is the lone wanderer going through

And he is the lone wonderer, through and true

Now the paths to the past are alive for him to sojourn

As he imbibes on the sacred Beatles' juice

For him, nothing will ever be the same again.

Now he sees the electric Bayesian and Elysian fields

And he's now going to a place where nothing is yet real.

One of those ancient places where ghosts of children stay

And sing the songs of yesteryear

He’s the rhyme-catcher, watching them say

Rain, rain, come again

Come again, another day

And wash the streaking tears away.

Because it’s time to go, no time for play.

For death is the old way, but old ways die hard.

So, he leaps from the Understanding’s steep mountain top

Into the deep sea, foamy, quantum unconsciousness.

He’s no longer with us, he’s now with them.

He's floating in the static thought potion

In a standstill wave where there is no motion

He breathes in the Understanding's secret notion,

The secrets are whispered in ear, that all is emotion

And all that he touches, and all that he can see

Has already happened, and the future is now ready

Now is the right time, now is the planned hour

For he wields the Promethean Tesla power

His dreams are now as life, come to fruition and being.

In his eidetic mind, he’s a liver of lives.

His neurons have him crowned King of Vision, Lord of Dreams.

With them he animates avatars into incandescent life.

The memory wheel sparks with a perpetuated motion

Never ever to be stopped in time as notion

Spinning faster and faster, at an ungodly pace

Powering his run in the eternal spirit race

For whom the winners are Dimensionality, Time, and Space.

And to see him, you just have to look in the first place.

For no matter how old he becomes, his mind is fine,

And as long as the wheel keeps spinning

HIS MIND IS MINE!!!

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Written by Anonymous
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