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The Curse of The Philosopher’s Stone
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I begin my first post by briefly and vaguely describing my current life circumstances and detailing the problem I am going through in an implicit and a slight poetical manner...
“I curse my stars in bitter grief and woe, that made my love so high and me so low.” (Excerpt from a poem by William Blake)
The story begins since the very begging of my conception...
Would free will in the sense of “free choice” apply to the phenomena of being born? Nobody presented you the option of determining whether one wanted to come here in this cruel mundane world. Natural selection brought you into the whirl. We begin to analyze this poor man’s life destined to be a hermit since the very beginning...
A flower begins to grow with eager ardent desire to fully mature and express its plenitude; eventually reaching the pinnacle of its beauty only to die as soon as it reaches it: “Nothing stands still—everything is being born, growing, dying—the very instant a thing reaches its height, it begins to decline. There is no reality, enduring quality, fixity, or substantiality in anything—nothing is permanent but Change.” To quote William Walker Atkinson. The law of Weak interaction I s as infallible as the law of gravitation in its operation.
The unquenched desire for ultimate power and riches have left you desolate, poor, in agony and misery to the extent that it has brought about your decay and eventually, your end. The curse and blessing of the Philosopher’s Stone has fallen upon this poor soul for dabbling into the forbidden mysteries; the downward spiral has begun to thrust you into disharmony and madness however high or low I’ve traversed upon the path least chosen or known. “The fool that awakens me shall pay dearly with the fires of hell.” (Quote from the first Devil May Cry)
Join me in my fantastic attempt to unravel the dark mysteries to become the Alpha and the Omega and reverse this cursed fate: “He who transgresses the Law shall be punished.” - The Emerald Tablet’s of Toth.
I begin my first post by briefly and vaguely describing my current life circumstances and detailing the problem I am going through in an implicit and a slight poetical manner...
“I curse my stars in bitter grief and woe, that made my love so high and me so low.” (Excerpt from a poem by William Blake)
The story begins since the very begging of my conception...
Would free will in the sense of “free choice” apply to the phenomena of being born? Nobody presented you the option of determining whether one wanted to come here in this cruel mundane world. Natural selection brought you into the whirl. We begin to analyze this poor man’s life destined to be a hermit since the very beginning...
A flower begins to grow with eager ardent desire to fully mature and express its plenitude; eventually reaching the pinnacle of its beauty only to die as soon as it reaches it: “Nothing stands still—everything is being born, growing, dying—the very instant a thing reaches its height, it begins to decline. There is no reality, enduring quality, fixity, or substantiality in anything—nothing is permanent but Change.” To quote William Walker Atkinson. The law of Weak interaction I s as infallible as the law of gravitation in its operation.
The unquenched desire for ultimate power and riches have left you desolate, poor, in agony and misery to the extent that it has brought about your decay and eventually, your end. The curse and blessing of the Philosopher’s Stone has fallen upon this poor soul for dabbling into the forbidden mysteries; the downward spiral has begun to thrust you into disharmony and madness however high or low I’ve traversed upon the path least chosen or known. “The fool that awakens me shall pay dearly with the fires of hell.” (Quote from the first Devil May Cry)
Join me in my fantastic attempt to unravel the dark mysteries to become the Alpha and the Omega and reverse this cursed fate: “He who transgresses the Law shall be punished.” - The Emerald Tablet’s of Toth.
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