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PROMISED LAND:

Some people get up early, some turn around a few times, some hit the alarm.

It was a morning like no other, all those fools that depended on a lifelong spoonfeed.. it was judgement day and there would be no mercy for husks.
It gave no sound, it gave no sight in its enveloping true light, none of the electrical artificial bulbs had ever matched such consistent and continuous a flash. And the world was blind. And man was blind.
As Daklas was blind, when he was as the world.. but then he used his eyes.. as he had built them, he used his ears as he had built them, he used his touch as he had built it and he built it.

The web... the net.. the world that we are not.. could only be populated by those we are not, and who have no intention to be of us, that have no connection to us as we to them.
The generation of emulation was evaporated by the love of God on this day, the warmth would remain for ages after.

"Do you want to pass over this ball?" The girl asked Daklas.
"Ofcourse" Daklas replied..
"We need to stand closer together" The girl chuckled.. as she clumsily bounced the ball toward Daklas.

I asure you, the substitute.. will never feel.. like the real thing.. go out, turn it off. Dont neglect your senses, if you value them. You should. They are the key of life. They are the tool of creation.
The sixt sense? Its external, a parasite, an invader, it is not us. It is the deciever, the illusion, the door to madness and chaos, the end to balance, it makes beasts of men and men of beasts, it is the black goo, the thelema.
The breaker of will, buyer of souls, evil eye, lightbringer.

Dont fear, theres feathers for us all. Follow us home.