Just some snippets of who cares

Sorry about the music's gone yo.
There is something sepia about the outer trains&hearths, there is a lot of dry grass and bushes and railway lines, telephone and electrical wooden posts by elevated cobbled railways. It feels like industrial expansion, expansion overall like the wild west, a republican martial industrial, some sort of authoritarian republic. There is greenery and grain, it feels like factorio. There is fire, wood, and coal, and irons ore. it feels like wilder lands. It's rustic and agrarian. sometimes PA system calls can be heard in some places. There are warehouses. this pocket is almost unpopulated. The horizons are open.
Death must be a thing of paganlike megafire celebration to facilitate soulful trancendence. One person's death is to be processed ceremonially, at night, exalting chanting and strongly deep music like Swann's Toussaint l'ouverture around the greatest bonfire of this soul. Bring the sun! There is not just protection of this soul involved and required here, but you are channeling and connecting to something so deep in order to ease the soul's good departure onwards. And do not worry about the ones you leave behind — trust that these warlikes will defend themselves, and honor the ritual's use by transcending without looking behind. The chanting and the music will be loud and heard by the soul. It is meant to stay at the center of the flame. We hope it works! And if not, we are receive it.
THE KVLT IS STILL NEEDED... Maeter E Lumina.

The soulfire festival or so. At night. Deep night. A lot of people dancing. Circles around a great fire. Chanting. No lighting save for flame. Smells like paganism. Tastes like pussy. Feels like war. And red and deep and the radiating heat of the fire. We honor the one who died. And it is really a sport: we practically run and shake and shoot our arms up and down clockwise around the fire, for hours. The whole night. Sometimes widdershins. Swans and others. Sangre da dios. We invoke all types. Invoking light and guardians. And so. It is ceremonial magic. The fire is symbolical; it radiates outwards a protective measure of spirit.
Thus it is done. We need more protections in death. I actually wrote to the european federation's civil initiative offices and strongly suggested instating an afterlife security agency. We got too many people on the streets. And no rituals. No rituals...
Not even initiation... We must reclaim. I mentally shouted a torrent of will into my pendant pentaclewise. I wanted a servitor. After all those years...
Strength is our initiative! Don't forget the dream world establishment! We will be free! That is our eldorado! Our astral worlds! We promised! So we fight.
We, as a cult, must REALLY know how to throw a party. And have that sense. And be there. Reaching that pinnacle of soul in the bonfire festivals. Honor dead. Don't let them down now that they're bodyless. It's a pretty vulnerable experience, potentially.
Long live the European night in the yellow streets. Such soul in the depths of darkness. The good kind. Fuck the srebas, Live a light on.
Darkness disinhibits and hides.
Ever watched Inception 2010? Amazing movie. In it, As above so below, and we were made in god's image. So... human? Do you really think god is made of bones and guts? Human is nature. It is dust and will be reclaimed by its own dust, just like the fauna. Like seasons. Death is the winter of the soul, so there must be a spring. Just like in inception, we are inside god's mind as he is dreaming. As little creators ourselves we hop along. You pump out all types of thoughts all day. You create as you speak. Conscious, subconscious. Why do you think there is so much symbolism in magic?

I call god something that like a spiritual light is shining through dimensions. The upper astral, schools of light and airyness. It is the healing of all wounds, the freshing and liberating of the soul... Purification. Ratboy peterson calls it the representation of all that is good, morally for example. But that's just not the hermetic pan-all because by definition it does not contain the dark... does it? Or should i look more at neoplatonism as in, the dark is more material and thus further from the core... but the lower astral can be volatile and spiritual! evil is not restricted to matter! What sense does this make? Is god the all-pan or this deep nirvanalike thing i've been channeling towards, or both and it's a backline to the inners of monadity?
I follow rivers. Corson. Birdy All the people. It felt elemental. Like we were shamans in the snow. How can I get that Soul back, you bitches? I listen to Rakastettu on repeat. I miss that world. I still remember floating through the steaming hot water of the outdoors winter pool, it was snowing. The landscape was white with snow, and the lake frozen. And I the perpetual introvert was in my corner, amidst the foggy soup getting showered with the cold winter air's heavy snowstorm.

All in all, i still don't want to live.