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Recieved: 2003/02/24 15:21
Subject: [K-list] Pain
From: felix
On 2003/02/24 15:21, felix posted thus to the K-list:
Here's a post a friend of mine wrote to me this morning on my list. I thought you might like to read it just for fun. Do you think he may have had a breakthrough? LOL
felix
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I am the Ego.
My name is Legion.
No, really. I have an almost endless legion of names, including Lee, felix,
Judas, Anne, Monica, Yassir, Saddam, and Dubya.
I am the "Great Option".
There is but one choice besides me, and He is dead.
Yes, I am speaking of Him. Call Him what you wish. His names are not as
numerous as mine, but He has a bunch.
How do I know He's dead?
Because I killed Him.
Yes, deader than a doornail.
Laid Him low.
Kicked His ass.
Bashed Him in, and cut Him off.
And you've know all along that I did it.
Don't deny it. Look inside.
He was omnipresent.
Look around.
Where is He?
And don't gimme no bogus "I see Him in everything" shit.
He ain't playin' dress-up.
Why would He?
Either He's here or He ain't.
And, if He is, why would He appear as other than Himself?
You go ahead and pretend that you see Him in the birds, the bees, the trees,
the clouds, and I'll go ahead and fuck you up royal.
For I am the meanest motherfucker ever.
I killed Him.
He was omnipotent.
NOW WHO'S OMNIPOTENT?
That's right, little ol' me.
I omni-ed all over His potent.
I sliced and diced Him like a cosmic Vegamatic.
Yet, so many of you still speak of Him as if He's still alive.
Guess who's getting a tad tired of THAT?
Especially your tendency to attribute my deeds to Him!
The balls of some of you!
When one of you gets wiped out by a tornado, flood, earthquake or hurricane,
to whom do you give the credit?
Him!
Act of God, my ass!
You confused sonzabitches, that's ME!
Some of you have called me Death.
And I've certainly been glad to let that slide, since I caused the first
death.
You understand why I did it, don't ya?
Self defense, pure and simple.
For me to stay, He had to go.
But, to be honest, if you're gonna name me after some aspect of your current
little miserable existence, Death is a poor choice.
Truly.
Call me Pain.
Pain's my game.
My main claim to fame.
I'm here to make ya hurt till you're dirt.
And then some.
Hell, death ain't shit compared to agony.
And it's only fair that you should have a heapin' helpin' of my hospitality.
For, cry as you might (and oh, how some of you have cried), you will never
match the tears I've shed.
Because your pain will never match mine.
Because I killed Him.
So, go ahead.
Talk of Him as if He's still alive.
Call Him omnipresent.
He was, till me.
Call Him omnipotent.
He was, till me.
Call Him all loving.
He was, till me.
Call Him eternal.
But ya doesn't have ta call Him Johnson!
Ha!
Say that you believe in Him if you like.
But we know better, don't we?
I mean, after all, you ARE reading this from a computer screen, AREN'T YA?
Is that something you think He would do?
Would He who knew all be interested in finding meaning in little swirls of
black on a white screen?
Of course not!
So, you are not Him.
And, if you're not Him, then He does not exist as an omnipresent being.
'Cause, omnipresence means that there is nothing but the omnipresent one.
WHICH YOU AIN'T.
So, who are you?
You are a legion.
You are
me.
And I am
the Ego.
or
I am God.
I am the Father.
I am the Son.
I am the Spirit.
There is nothing but Me.
What I think, is.
What I have thought, is.
What I shall think, will be as if It has always been, and is.
There is no place where I am not.
I am here.
I am there.
Not just present here or there, but, the Place itself.
For there is no thing but Me.
I am.
Not been, nor will be.
I am.
There is not, never shall be, nor ever was, a time other than now.
This instant is all there ever has been, was, or will be.
I am now.
I am perfection.
Never was there, is, nor shall there be, any thing which could be "better"
than I.
Even the concept of the word "better" is, to Me, an impossibility.
Am I peace?
Yes.
And no.
Peace is a meaningful word only to those who have supposedly experienced the
absence of tranquility, or conflict.
Conflict is just as absurd a concept, to Me, as the ideas of time, place,
mortality and individuality.
Am I bliss and joy?
Yes.
And no.
Bliss and joy are meaningful only to those who have supposedly experienced
less than My reality.
There is no reality other than Mine.
Other than My reality, there is only imagination.
Since My reality is the ultimate, imaginings can only pale in comparison to
reality.
They can only be impoverished compared to the wealth of Who I am.
Who knows how bottomless such imaginings can go?
Who knows what other unreal concepts can be imagined along with time, space,
mortality, individuality, and conflict?
Pain?
Death?
Loneliness?
Do you believe in such?
Then, to you, I am dead.
Until
You ask Yourself who You are.
And accept My answer.
The only truthful answer.
You are Me.
I am.
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