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Autism Is My Life's Veil

Some proclaim this veil can be a blessing or a curse For me it is both and neither It is not heaven’s blessing nor an archon’s curse It is nature’s and fate’s gamble Like being a sole stranger in a foreign land Though I lived here since my first breath Not grasping the values and customs of the land Born into a world foreign to me A veil that still hides the outside world from my sight A veil that obscures romantic love Though I long for that warmth of another’s embrace Though my face is veiled like a bride Though I have much the same face as everyone else My face is obscured from the world Since I could hardly see the world with all its light I explored in myself and saw the underworld It guided me towards the heavenly world: The faith of gnosis The faith that accepts all strangers and all the rejected of this world For this alone my gratitude outweighs the world’s shining treasures A faith that finally brings sight to this domain of Yaldabaoth My veil gave me ears to hear and eyes to see To see what most don’t care to look To contemplate and craft works unique in this place To serve light obscured for others I have no eyes to see what my future with this blessed veil will bring All I know is that there will be wheels of bright bliss and blindness All I know is that I will wear my veil till duality ends All I know is that Christ and his heavenly domain will guide me

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Date: 12/20/2023 5:12:00 PM
Classical theoretical notions as "objects" are no more than conceptual instruments for predicting successfully the outcome of various experiments." - Robert Pirsig ~ "Our collective-intelligence or "Cultural Mythos" is founded upon our personal acquiescence and adherence to a persistent and perpetuating reverie". - R.W. ( Me ) ~ Jesus called it: "The world". Morpheus called it: "The Matrix".
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