Rants, raves and unimportant matters

Finis

2005-03-08T21:30:00.000+08:00

The end is here.

So, in the previous post, I have been ranting on and on about suicide and how it will aid the world and Mother Nature. Today, I'm here to bore you with my undying theory about how the world is ending.

As the title suggests, it's the end. End of mankind, end of humanity, end of life, end of everything that ever existed.

It is snowing in places that have never seen snow; it is getting hotter and hotter here in my humble Asian country; it then becomes cold and wet due to sudden, mighty thunderstorms. The weather is screwed up and therefore we're gonna be screwed.

At this point, I am only observing the changes in nature and have yet to come across human actions that pinpoint to the end of the world.

Perhaps the emergance of US's robot army shows that our beloved world will soon be dominated by these bots and we will die without them. That's why I try to save some primitive knowledge just in case the world blacks out because the little chips and computers all malfunction. Stone age, here we come again!

May Hecate protect us from harm and keep us. Blessed be!

Felo de se

2005-03-07T21:08:00.000+08:00

Suicidals and suicide. This topic definitely has something to do with the end of the world. We should all just kill ourselves before Mother Nature takes our life in a very, very painful way. Suicide is not that painful unless you'd rather jump of a semi-tall building and end up with a broken back except that the brain, heart and receptors are all working fine.

Since the world is going to end, we should all do Mother Nature a favour and take our lives so that we can have a decent burial and our bodies can rot in the ground...This is what I call 'giving back to the Earth'. We desecrate it, misuse it, torture it and rob it but we don't give back what we take. That is so not polite.

So when more bodies are buried, more bodies will rot and more petroleum can be obtained in the next, goddess knows how many billion, gazillion years time. Plus, the Earth will be fertilized again and everything green and brown, red or yellow can bloom in peace without getting disturbed.

So, let's ease our pain and Mother Nature's work by commiting suicide but it's entirely up to the individual how they want to execute the task. I prefer to die in my sleep.

Blessed be.

Culpa

2005-03-07T20:55:00.000+08:00

Sins, sins and more sins. Isn't this world just filled with sinners who sin? You sin; don't you dare deny that. I sin; I don't deny that. A holy person? Nah, that person does not exist and never will. No one is free of sins and neither is there a pure holy person.

Why? Because even if we try not to sin as much in this life, our sins from the past life will be judged. Therefore, we will be punished. Punished for what we have done in the previous life although we have pretty good karma in this life.

So, why bother trying to be all righteous when you will be punished anyway for what your silly past-life-self did? Why don't we just lie back and enjoy what's in store for us than to try in vain to "cleanse" our karma? Enjoy life as it is now because the world is about to end very soon...Ah, the next topic of my meaningless rant...

Blessed be.

Concordia discors

2005-03-06T22:10:00.000+08:00

Concordia discors explains us.

Enough said.

Discordant harmony.

Blessed be.

De mortuis nil nisi bonum

2005-03-04T23:41:00.000+08:00

Speak no ill of the dead, should thou want to live. For the dead deserve as much respect as the mortals, and shall not be deprived of it. Lack of respect for the dead will bring unto thee their wrath, their burning anger and hatred for what they once were; mortals.

Now, dead, they seek to rest but finds no solace in the arms of the dark. Forever cursed to wander amongst us, the dead grasps and claws at every opportunity to wring the neck of the mortal, to make it just like them; dead.

Cry and scream,
Yell and struggle;
But you cannot break free of its iron hold.

You will never break free.

Bibere venenum in auro

2005-03-04T22:40:00.000+08:00

Bibere venenum in auro...
...drink poison from a cup made of gold

Bibero Aconite venenum in auro...

Let's honour a toast to Death with our Aconite wine, our deadly poison; and may our sins be the judge of our fate, whether we live today or die.

Despair not about our problems nor need we worry any longer. The aconite shall whisk us away to Hecate where we will serve her and honour her; the Queen of the Underworld, the Dark Mother, Goddess of the 3 crossroads.

Blessed be!

ME

2005-03-04T17:32:00.000+08:00

Fatigued. Annoyed. Irritated. Hungry... = ME

Stupid. Useless. Dumb. Bitch... = ME

Careless. Tactless. Hopeless... = ME

Ugh.

... I was born stupid anyway.

Blessed be.

Heaven...Hell

2005-03-03T20:11:00.000+08:00

Heaven and hell. Heaven or hell. Which place is better? Heaven? Hell? How can we say that heaven is a place for people who do not sin wherelse hell is where all sinners dwell? If we were to live by this, then heaven will be empty. Hell on the other hand, will be packed with sinners that new entries must be made to wait.

I believe that Heaven is nothing but a made up place where everything is nice and green, blue and sweet, and that all good little boys and girls go there when they die. But Hell is different. We all sin. We all have bad karma. If not in this life, then in the previous. So this means that everyone goes to hell. At least hell is a more believable place because it is very much like Earth. All sinners live in Hell and rot there, so does Earth. You commit suicide; you go to Hell. You murder; you go to Hell. You're rude; you go to Hell.

If murder means Hell, that means every living soul, from the crawling worm to little children will go to Hell. You stepped on an ant; you've murdered. You pluck a nice, purple flower; you've murdered. Papers are made from trees; you go to Hell for using the paper and for making the paper.

I do not have the time to rant on about this but I shall be back once my "important" businesses are over and done with. But before I leave, just let me state this;

We all go to Hell, whether you like it or not.

Blessed be.

Masquerade

2005-03-02T22:37:00.000+08:00

"Masquerade, masquerade...." as the Phantom of the Opera sings. Beautifully woven masks that are endowed with gleaming jewels and diamonds; peacock feathers adorn the sides of the masks and the ladies dress in lavish gowns with sparkling jewelleries; definitely a scene to behold. Life itself is filled with hidden identities and beautiful surroundings. But is that face behind the mask pleasant? Or is it malicious?

I can't say I am perfect and I don't don a mask to hide things. I'm still searching for myself. Goddess, help me. I think I am myself, but the truth is, I'm not. Playing around with different personalities, different identities; I take bits off of each and mould them into something that I can adapt to. Which leads me to nothing. Not myself, not original, just a mixture of eveything and anything which is rubbish.

I know my name, I know who my parents are, where I was born and all the other obvious facts. But I don't know the me deep inside. Are my feelings mine? Or am I just copying others? Sad when they are sad, angry when they are angry although I have nothing to do with the problem. Hate when they hate although I hold no grudge against the hated.

I hope to get away from everything here, leave all behind for another place, another country where everything and everyone is alien to me. Then I will learn again and take my time, be myself in a place where I cannot hold onto people for guidance because the guidance is merely steps to be like the person. A spiritual journey perhaps? It might help but I am not achieving much at the moment. But I believe the Goddess will hear me and assist me and the Wind will hear my cry. So at the mean time, I shall continue wearing that mask until I remove it.

Blessed be.