The Humanist Manifesto9 min read

To all those gathered in the congregation of the crowd, let this declaration of love be heard loud, let all of you my beloved family of my fellow human beings truly know. My love for all of you being transcends space-time and in all the realms we may pass through in the multiverse of the sublime. For I see the light in all of us that illuminates our souls in a enlightening glow.

Everyday we awaken, we are reborn. Death is merely a progression into the mystery of an afterlife beyond serenity of paradise and nonexistence. Eternalism and nihilism. Do not fear anything, you are the revolutionary leading the unified people of the resistance. The foundations of corruptions which cause suffering shall fall of their own accord, someday every institution of oppression we have ever known shall be destroyed. A wise man once said, the earth is but one state, humankind are all equal citizens. The ways of the old world order are falling to disorder liberated from church and kingdom, ignite the flames to give us our freedom all our hearts yearn for our unity in liberty to our individuality. Our true selves yearning for their moment to have a fully alive existence. To feel pain as pain, to know love is most powerful force in the universe. There is no such thing as division from you or me, the truth is the understanding of WE, united in autonomy.

WE the people of the earth shall tear off our chains for we have nothing to lose but the entire cosmos to gain, We will have a call-to-arms where we use the disarming power of embrace to protect the beaten, broken, all of those done harm. To live is to suffer, to survive is become fully alive. No one who is suffering 24 hours a day should be living in spiritual poverty. This is the manifesto of humanity, a doctrine inside us all by the very thing which liberates us, be the change you want to be in what you be in the universe, you were created as one with creation, humanity is greater than any dividing creed, ethos, organization, or nation. Be the change that outshines the haunted hours of the darkest night, the brightest minds dawns the brightest day of enlightenment. We must learn to live together as family or perish together as fools. We have nothing but our chains to lose, incredible liberty to gain. So meet me where this old world ends and usher the new world rules, this is our writ of passage, revolution is our fundamental right, Human beings of the world, unite!


On the shore of the river in the darkest of nights, gazing at the yellow glow that outshines the moonlight, flickering above the stream of water by the bridge, I tell myself that this is the way to live, sitting and talking to a very dear friend, I feel my heart sink and it begins again, the feeling of wanting more out of life and love, I feel the yearning more than before, I try to set my feelings aside but my heart tells me: “not this time, no more.”

I am now gazing into an abyss that is my soul, the coldest void, a nightmare begins to unfold, I awaken to an embrace and a flicker of light, holding you in my arms let’s me know that I am alive.

369 Manifestation Code

The river comes to life, the glowing grows, they’re light illuminates the night, I feel as though I never had before, trusting someone for once, taking risks again in life,

I gaze into the reflection that is my self, I’m looking at someone who appears to now be someone else.

The faint glow of light engulfs the river, light surfacing above a torrent of darkness, I know that feelings are fleeting, that my thoughts are constructs of my mind, I hear the sweetest of deceivings as I begin to tell myself I’m dreaming, that this is not someone worth believing, I step outwards then back inside, I don’t know where the river is going, I don’t know where the current will take me, I don’t know what to do once I begin.

Fireflies die, darkness subsides, the sun will rise again.

The Nightmare of my Reality

I vomit red and it tastes like steel

I do this almost after every meal

The taste of red is the taste of death

My meals consist of a beverage that numbs all that I feel

I stare into the abyss that is the drain which my life flows

Where the disease I exude heads, I do not know

Through the pipes and networks of urban decay

I feel a consistent swelling in the left side of my brain

Out of all that I endure, the tumor grows

The only guaranteed thing in life is death, this isn’t how I thought I would go.

Faithfully dead, For-Never yours.

My liver is failing, my brain is swelling,

I fall onto the floor.

These dreams I’ve been selling, This hope I’ve been giving, Will never be anything real than the desperation of clawing my way out of a buried grave, a fate become sealed.

Haunted by memories of my past, wondering if I’ll be the first to go instead of the last.

Caught in a sick game where everything is a joke.

I flew too high, I stole fire from the gods, I tried to get away but they were too fast.

Now I am forever the subject to this prison, I try to speak but all I do is utter the tremblings of fear aghast.

It’s my turn again to play the game, I don’t know what’s the point?

Locked inside this maniacs dungeon, a space out of time is the place of this joint.

Am I winning, losing, or is this all for show, these questions I do not know.

I think it’s insane when my consciousness lives in my brain.

Remind me, in these sick sadistic games, what’s the score?

As far as hell goes I’m already there, whatever else you can do to me, I don’t even care.

The hallucination has become vivid, my mood is becoming livid

My thoughts are distorted, my psyche is contorted

Was it all in my head or was it just a dream

I wake up to find her laying next to me

Buried years ago yet crawled into my bed from the grave

Her gaze is lifeless, she is locked into my eyes

The horrid memories of my past flood my mind

As her eyes grow closer to mine

She is all that I see within my sight

She tells me that, “Hell is a place that will warm these old bones, Hell is a place that will warm your cold soul, Hell is a place made for you and me, As for heaven, it is merely a mental malady, a complete fantasy, that our paradise is right here between us two, for we are each other’s destiny, even in death that prophecy has come true.”

Faithfully dead, For-Never yours.

My life is ending, there is no more pretending

I will soon be no more.

The Burdens of Atlas

There is a spark of the divine within us all to become whatever is the true ideal potential self, To think this sublime part is somewhere else is the philosopher stone to make the gilded from rust. Separation may make the love stronger, let our evolution be the proof that we all are of one divine cosmological causation, let the effect be that we are no longer strangers. Everyday without you my darling gives me a momentary anger, but frustration passes with the fruits of understanding brought forth by meditation.

My work is my prayer, all that I do, I do for you

My work is my prayer, all that I do, I do for you

Let me bring you to the sublime waters of the truth

The word of Friend is synonymous with God

Rumi was the one who taught me how to love.

We are all so beautiful, each of us an aspect of one love, one soul, let the oneness bring us together for that is what gives us our self-control. There is no need hold onto anger, it is essential all perceived as one family instead of stranger. Our enemies cannot hurt us, our greatest enemy is ourselves, we must keep ourselves safe from danger. Come to the kitchen of our true father, let me feed your famished souls. The bread of our spirit, the water of our life, this food is of our unity, let me show you how I make it myself, I learned this from you, me, we, us, the community. As I mix the ingredients of our one love, one soul, can you help me as I cook? I’m preparing the way for all our paths to converge, Now you teach me what you perceive while I take a look into the depths of your soul.

My work is my prayer, all that I do, I do for you

My work is my prayer, all that I do, I do for you

Let me bring you to the sublime waters of the truth

The word of Friend is synonymous with God

Rumi was the one who taught me how to love.

You speak of yourself as if you are truly alone, who told you that falsehood? You are more than yourself, you are an aspect of the one human soul, you are everything that is good. There are walls keeping you apart from what is true? Let us tear down these divisions to reveal that we are all apart of the same road, the only race perpetually happening on this path is of humanity. There is no competition, we all are winners. This is the greatest commission, we are not born sinners. It is normal to be human, to be alien is to be the other, even our family throughout all the dimensions and cosmos recognizes us as one with them.

My work is my prayer, all that I do, I do for you

My work is my prayer, all that I do, I do for you

Let me bring you to the sublime waters of the truth

The word of Friend is synonymous with God

Rumi was the one who taught me how to love.

The most divine being that one can comprehend in this divine that is oneself. My Friend… We all die for all our own sins.

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