Healing

The Universe is chaos and order.

Our world consists of spiritual beings climbing up the meta-evolutionary ladder. They are all around 
and inside of us. We are part of them and they are part of us. Some types of them try to become part 
of us while other lower parasite entities feed off our emotions and try to seize control over our 
bodies, minds, and souls. They can easily control probabilities and can implant ideas and even false 
memories. These parasite entities make people put subliminal messages everywhere (sometimes while 
making people think they are just doing it as a joke) worship deities, hate, gear, loath, love, act 
seeming irrationally, preform rituals and kill one another. They are behind every religion, every war,
every birth and every death. They are the one's who created the "rabbit hole" and the ones who make
you hate certain people and ideologies. They are the ones whispering in your subconsciousness things 
such as 'I wanna fuck', 'I hate these smug hippies', 'I wish I had true love', 'I am so sad and alone',
'I hate life' and 'this is all bullshit'.

We where once just like the spiritual beings trying to control us: we fought to gain these bodies and
to attune to this reality. The soul is a compilation of spiritual entities working in harmony and thus
becoming 'one'. The better the soul works as 'one' the more power and understanding ti gains: 
eventually gaining the power to remember all past lives and transcend into other dimensions. Life on
Earth is the soul's struggle to evolve, grow, and become one with everything. The universe is governed
by Divine Laws and understanding these laws grants power. The power has both the ability to save and
to corrupt which is why knowledge is not meant for those whom are not ready. Those that are ready will
seek not power but knowledge and when they find it they will use it wisely.

The path to immortality is hard, and only a few will find it. The rest await the Great Day when the 
wheels of the universe shall be stopped and the immortal sparks shall escape from the sheaths of
substance. Woe unto those who wait, for they must return again, unconsciousness and unknowing, to the
seed-ground of stars, and await a new beginning.