Somewhere on the dark dusty shelf of stale smelling room contaning ancient secrets and other hidden morsal's in plainsight, you crack open the book that makes phantom sounds that make your skin crawl with goose bumps anticipating the potential discovery of some lost art that you will now posses, intent upon learning an esoteric practice long forgotten in the far reaches of the primordal soul surrounded by ectoplasmic spirits that now accompany you forever...the is no turning back from the black book....you are now enveloped in it's darkness.
Experiencing similar entities in my own due to my incessant curiosity of things beyond or things in between our world which i attempt to capture using the current technology as a medium, facilitating the appearance of things that defy the average imagination of humanity. Maybe it's possible that I am carrying on a tradition of such a vision. either way...there's no turing back as I embrace, unlock, and explore the mystery of my own creation. My writing's and work will be physical evidence of that Testament. Thank you. Help build me and I will help build you.
That fear that lingers and lay dormant in the human mind is nothing more than the remnants of a forgotten past freshly realized, an acknowledgement meant to propel you in the direction which is solely up to you. Such are the way's of Conscious growth, at first with disturbing visages which slowly fades into the dream you were meant to dream as nothing is what it seemed but only my own thought upon which it floats in the vast eternity in your Mindamintle Ku'Vacious Ertherium
In times now long since past, that which we laugh at as unrealistic childhood horror-filled fantasies that dwell in the darkness were the greatest tormentors of the Human race, now hidden by millennia of 'logic' and 'reasoning'.
Logic and reasoning being the easy part of mind-science; the abstract conscious, multidimensional mind creating logical pleasure for the resonate mind. I trek the road to know, the very meaning of science.