Variance of thy destiny….

Welcome all to the Year of our ….
created Lords and Ladies….
 Two Thousand and Fifteen…
no idea which faunal denizen benevolent…
will grace its rational occurrence……….
i am aged and wizened enough to know …..
despite the innocence of bones…
that these conjectured periods of time…
varied by the colors of many a mythology and myth……
will play hide and seek…
demanding just redemption…
from our unbearable arrogance….
we can try to manipulate our manifested destinies…
as much as we want….
but as long as we fail to challenge…
our own biases towards limitations..
and duel with our own constraints self set..
towards knowledge infinite…
and choose to use it…
for vendetta enlightened….
then we forever remain at the tender mercies..
of our fate varied…
by all those hidden structures …
of natural wisdom….
or artificial systems….

it is all about understanding…
our true role and importance….
its all about hacking into …
our own regimented versions of logic…
and try to rationalize…
our true uniqueness….
as beings..who can both feel and imagine…
at the same time and place….
its all about perceiving….
the quantum dance of realities….
breaking through space unhindered
freeing ourselves from bondagw to earth …
already scarred by our demands endless…
and conquering the vastness of space..
and exploring the horizons trapped within….
the multitude maze of conniving time…
so that we can reach the real zenith..
of our conscience….
and not fritter away our precious intelligence…
on matters petty and insignificant..
and chaos predicted and ordered…
on rules of of fallible plastic …
and fragile paper

we are so much blinded
 by our arrogance and irrational justifications
so numb to possibilities exceptional…
so used to made up surroundings…
so susceptible to perceived coziness……
so intolerant of anything divergent…
so dismissive of anything different…
and so torturous of all things radical…
and so fanatic of convictions anchored on words and expressions…
of generations long lost in the fabric magical of our multiverse…
that we keep ourselves…
stupidly ignorant…
of the fundamental strengths of our own creativity….
and what we can truly accomplish with what we have all been already endowed with…
by an anarchic yet rather benevolent evolution…
and remain forever stranger…
to what truly determines…
the comic and tragic instances of our …
manifested destiny…..
we all forget about the small things…
and overlook the big numbers….
just so that we can sail through a certain period of time…
as defined by long gone rules…..
in a bubble of comfortable mediocrity…
forever shying away…
from the mystical extremes..
and live only for the next breath….
when we all  have the attributes essential
to become truly immortal….
we are not materialistic…
nor we are spiritual
for we only attach ourselves to things glittery…
devoid of any substance….
and shun away our spirits…
and run from ..our own infinite shadows…
we all light up fireworks millions…
on the december of 31st…
without ever asking…
why can’t there be ever..
a 32nd and a 33rd…
we all end on something we perceive as complete…
without ever knowing…
that nothing ever ends or begins
and that all and everything occurs relative to each other…
so we are like those misguided pilgrims…
searching and rampaging all corners of a limited lithosphere…
for a fountain of youth endless…
when we can never ever age…
if we ever decide so…
for age is nothing…
but a subjective conception…
set up to lay down for us…
our own cages of restrictions and borders…
that we are always afraid….
scarred of irrationally to break from…
for ever and ever….

So we give up the reigns of our own lives…
to idols forged by our very own two hands…
and let things inanimate and animate…
structured and fashioned out of the same molecules and elements..
that we are…
take control of our fates beautiful…
and turn ourselves willingingly into slaves of compromises and adjustments…
forever bonded to pain and despair…
like dolls without any brain…….
and go on through our paces daily…
without ever noticing the stars moving…
nor falling in love with zodiac irresistible……
we all think that the joker is clever..
without realizing that we are being joked at..
and laughed by…
all the forces virtuous and omnipotent…
at every instant....
we all think that being recognised..
accepted..
loved…
understood…
by someone else…….
is the greatest thing one could ever achieve…
without failing to understand…
that everything is nothing but a perception…
and perception can be attuned…
directed..
colored..
and filled up…
in whatever manner we desire….
and therefore through all this fallacies and mistakes ..
simply illogical and without any chance for rectification
we land up butchering…
killing…
maiming..
destroying…
dissecting…
tearing apart…
each other’s flesh and soul…..
going around in circles ever entangling..
of iron and cells wasted…
and needlessly entangling ourselves..
with blood of many a virgin universe…..
counting and fretting in misery and joys deceptive..
on bodies and spirits…
that should never have been desecrated…
and voices that should never have been silenced…
and thus slowly fritter away all our matter and effort…
into things that are essentially nothing..
but bangs of trumpets bitter and empty…
shrouding away ..
our true destiny….
in a foggy variance…..
of compartmentalized persona…
and hemmed in identities….
that do nothing else…
but forever hide away…
our true possibilities…
both as individuals…
and as shared humanity……
and i say this……
let us not waste away this glorious chance..
bestowed on us by the very soul of the multiverse….
to forever erase the impossible….
and let us all rise to the occasion…
so much expected of us….
by everything else that stand as witnesses both loud and silent….
to our arrival…
our existence…
and our unified and destined magnificence..
as the benders of reality..
as the creators of dimensions unheard…
let us just not dedicate this year…
Two thousand and fifteen..
to the vagaries of the pitiless El Nino…
nor dedicate it with malicious reverence…
to either the rat or the serpent ..
or even the humble ram….
let us rise from our self delusions…
wake up from this rather toxic slumber…
and do something for ourselves…
and our future…
as Humans……
and nothing else….
with allegiance not to a cross or a crescent…
with love not to a phallus or a star…
but boundless gratitude and passion..
for all the energies beautiful and ethereal…
that fashion out the limitless horizons…
for our senses to feel with bliss..
and our conscience to embrace…
without any limit or self regulation….
let us change our own destiny….
to a variance controlled by our own decisions…
rather than dictated to by variables….
fashioned out of our own pernicious..
disinformation….

my thoughts..
we can shape our own destinities...
without blindly obeying the diktats of created kegends..

hope you like it all dear..:-)))

And Vilma..one can always control fate...
just need to avoid meaningless noise and distractions..