Read between the lines!
I AIN"T lying!!
DON"T feed me to the Lions!!!

See, everyone is standing in the center kind of midst,
even if that is forgotten and not actualized.

The mind in mirroring magically manifests again and again yet un-manifests as a journey into the archetypal world where the why dies and the circular and the linear merge into swimming perspectives de-structured to captivate the mind so that it can ideally be transcended. Embracing my need for meaning in life, I seek to dissipate all “why” rationalizations. I am often stretched by way of preconscious symbolism rooted in the dawn of history.

Psychological projections from the mind into ambiguous environments come in many forms and on many levels, and sometimes through some innate attractant like an objective vacuum in the window of mind merging meanings and looking to where the finger is pointing, not at the finger. Various views of life are interesting to me because they are often altered and my curiosity cannot contain the entire “why-pool-of-answers” in the endless soup of hominid rationalizations.

I have been so touched through the drama, pain and passion of life that I am thankful to realize my heartstrings in some resonance as many things come to pass. My perfect reflection is all that you are, all that you do, and all that you touch. All things are ever-already added, but do we have eyes to see? Can anything really be given or taken away? I think not. Only illusion has the ploys of giving and taking away, the roots of stigma and want, of wishing and waiting, of loving and hating, of healing and killing, of vanity and selflessness… likened to a concept of absolute ignorance being divine wisdom. In paradoxical potential, do we really need to forget in order to remember? What is said to foster remembrance? How was it said to manifest? I can see no “why” within carnal enmeshment. “It” just is.

Now, 2004 and 2005 have been a major year for me because I have come out from under the influence of those chemical lobotomies. When I stopped the bad medications, I went into withdrawal-induced psychosis, was tricked by Internet thieves and am still in poverty. But at least I can now honestly say that I can identify with what are called delusions of grandeur.

Great things are at hand, yet due to my worldliness the endowment is largely behind the veil. I know of the wonders to be revealed for all eyes, secondary to massive invocation. And I have faith that it will not get too terrible before it gets great. After all is not the twinkling of the eye enough?

Gregory Steven Edwards
Oh, now I get it: Bio--I come from the Third Rock from the sun: San Angelo, Texas

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