Hushed Whispers
A Premeditated Murder of Thoughts
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This book is the beginning of a new search, into the unknown of self. I advise caution to the weary and down hearted, for I believe it it is only fair to advise, that if correctly applied, as you read the following material it can be harmful to your perception of reality; it may give rise to emotional distress, disillusionment and mental incoherence. Th is is in essence the design of an emotional mind drug. It is my aim to guide you into a realm where the textures you sense are in truth your own ingredient to what you may see. Life is a structure of orientation; for beneath the inkwells lie th...
This book is the beginning of a new search, into the unknown of self. I advise caution to the weary and down hearted, for I believe it it is only fair to advise, that if correctly applied, as you read the following material it can be harmful to your perception of reality; it may give rise to emotional distress, disillusionment and mental incoherence. Th is is in essence the design of an emotional mind drug. It is my aim to guide you into a realm where the textures you sense are in truth your own ingredient to what you may see. Life is a structure of orientation; for beneath the inkwells lie the stigmatic abuses of mankind, the places which we alone understand any familiarity. I give you a key unto which the shadows of the labyrinth submit. From the moment you embark you step into the infinite of possibility and dreamless grandeur. You alone guide your destination. It is in your power to fail or prevail, whether by hope or despair. Th ere are two tools to cut upon the girth of the stone, on which you are about to place your signature, for you can never return, your name is purely there for the phantoms to remember you. I present the hammer and the chisel. The hammer represents fact, your experience of reality. Th e chisel is fable-the dreams you must hold as you step beyond your conscious recollections. The stone lies in verse for I believe poetry is truly the gateway to an endless search into the mind of the soul, within the veins of the earth lie trophies and skeletal remains of its dynamic nature. Whence we fl ow where fluids allow, and break into diversion to where the rocks divide our souls...then we begin the search for the labyrinths heart, for few have ventured there, therefore I plead: R e a d i n t o t h e d e p t h s o f y o u r s o u l , R e a d i n t o t h e c o r n e r s o f y o u r m i n d , R e a d i n t o t h e w i n d s o f y o u r s p i r i t , R e a d i n t o t h e l o n g i n g o f y o u r d r e a ms , R e a d a n d k n o w y o u' r e n o t a l o n e .
