I mean think about it. How many times do we hear this phrase? I need a woman to fulfill me. I need a new job, I don’t feel fulfilled at this one. I need a new car to fulfill me. “My life would be so much better if. . .” What for fucksakes are ppl so fucking obsessed about?!! Is there any damn reason that anyone will ever be fulfilled, and if so won’t they start going after the next damn thing. People are just like shit on the bottom of shitkickers that way. They move from one thing to the next too damn fast never taking the time to smell the roses! For fucksakes get a brain!!!

I’m sure I won’t be the last person to tell you finding your ideal soulmate is no step to fulfillment. Forgetting marriage for a moment, and all the baggage that entails, all the expectations, and the unreality of that sort of situation. I mean it’s fine to care for someone more than you care for yourself, and call it love, a lot of ppl sure don’t seem to care for themselves anymore. And if they do it’s a problem. The young generation according to reporters is “too self-assured” and are 30% more likely to be more megalomaniacal then their neighbours. . . Back to the point: soulmates are awesome. Expectations that you will find fulfillment in them are not. Start worrying about your own shit before shovelling it into someone elses shitheap ppl!

Another thing is possessions do not fulfill you in any way. They come they go, they break, then you can’t find the warranty and bill, even if it’s still under warranty. Damn things, I go through a million of everything these days. . . Materialism is okay. Just don’t let it define you. You do not work, unfulfilled at a job, caught in a loveless marriage, and find fulfillment in that new pair of shoes, never mind the avalanche of them building up for you in your closet. I used to buy CDs like that, feel depressed, get grouchy not talk to anyone, crank up the tunes. Which is okay, but you’ve got to move on after a point. You can’t just keep looking for this dream, this miracle that never comes.

Get realistic ppl, is what I’m saying here! You are your own fulfillment. If you’re not happy with your life, or something in it, change it, don’t just go on bitching about it. Sure enough society these days is as shit-fucked as anything out there. But your part in it doesn’t have to be. Take some pills. Take a break. Have a life. Have an enema. Do what you need to, and move on with things.

Fulfillment is not attainable. Period. Be happy with what you’ve got, and all the crap you’ve had to deal with in your life. Be freer knowing that there is no reality in which you will ever have reached 100% because if you’re any sort of achiever, you keep pushing the bar higher. And if you’re not start thinking about your priorities.

I don’t want to hear any bitching from anyone, not in the least including myself, about not being fulfilled. Fix it and shut up you bunch of mangy whiners! (Myself included).

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Hmm. Well, I follow reincarnation as I'm the visiony-kinda-sort, as I've been telling ppl more of late (not so in the closet after all these years). I have had many dreams of past lives. Whether any of these are true of course I can't really tell you. But based on the sort of things they are, and my visiony-stuffness being what it is they're usually not glamorous, and often times very depressing. I do tend to dwell on dramatic moments, such as a friend dying, myself doing this and that thing of importance but many are pretty generic.

I've had a lot of dreams about various lives to do with Rome, and so my soul may have continued on its way from there. I tend to think the soul travels in familiar circles b/c of this. Some of the faces I see, I recognize on the odd occasion. Although it could all be intuition, I like to believe that the soul finds enlightenment on a shared path, and we are going into a more enlightened age in general. I don't think one can ever transcend this path entirely, if in fact it does exist. And I believe that animals are ppl too, so I don't think of them as "lower life forms" more likely that the billions of new souls that have come into this world in the last century are not ants, but something else. . . from another time or place.

Some of these lives in Roman times were a bit silly. I had a dream of being a landowner with a hundred slaves, who enjoyed writing and had served for most of my life as a scribe for the wealthy. It was my retirement I dreamed of. And a strange sort of quest for Neanderthals. I don't think I found any, but it was mostly an intellectual pursuit that I would write about, think about, and drive my wife crazy over.

Only recently I've found out that in the time of the Roman empire slaves outnumbered commoners something in the order of a hundred to one. . . Which makes an outlandish sort of dream make some sort of sense.

Another dream I had, about another life, when I was thinner and less noble, I was being pursued through the streets of Rome (I think) by some kind of gay-bashers. I'm not even sure how gay I was, or what that was about. . . It seemed a very startling dream, and not the kind of one I would like to ascribe to a highly enlightened culture. I think in that life I had worked on the slow and painstaking process of putting mosaics together as my job. I would slowly rising up the ladder, where I believe I had come at it from being originally comitted to slavery. When you think about it, there are a lot of mosaics all around the empire, and many artisans would have been required to do this. Again not too glamorous. Particularly that slave part.

I've only really had two past lives that would sound at all glamorous, and the pain of one I can still feel, the other I was a rural mayor. . . like yay. And this is all based off of dreams where things between the actuality can shift. . . So I think ppl tend to remember the good.

The thing with everyone being a Pharoah and/or Merlin I do laugh at though. It's a call of the disempowerd to be something merely by saying they were something. . . = spankings to be handed out. *smile*

Also did you know that 100% of the early Christians followed reincarnation, and that Heaven and Hell are more of a hackneyed interpretation of Pagan beliefs (in things like Elysium, and the Norse Hell). It's always evolving.

Recently I've had a Christian priest tell me that if Hell exists its empty, because who could rightfully say at a funeral "this person is definitely going to Hell!" It would be amusing if the popular cult went back to its old ways.

Now, for some reason, I feel the strong building pressure that I must go and find some crazy guy with a sign, and give him a lecture about the perils of telling everyone to go to a place that don't exist.

But then you can believe what you want. We're all doomed anyway, might as well take another kick at the bucket, huh?

Why the world is fucked.
--Bob The antichrist


No one gives a damn about anything anymore. The truth is no one could really care what went on here there, or anyone, or gives a hot goddamn about any of the fucked up shit that’s going on in this world. It’s the same old ethic, that the fucking French call laissez-faire, and its this “liberal” attitude that is fucking us up so hardcore we don’t know if we’re ass-banged or shit-faced fucking anal gang raped we’ve been fucked so hard core. It’s shit for an idea: the concept of just let everything go, just let everything fly right by you, because it doesn’t really matter, and more’s the matter if you’re making money that you really care about one thing: and that would be people not caring about your drunk uncle’s ethic of taking all the dollars you can get out of an innocent person’s pocket. One word for that shitdick: you are raped without lubrication.

I don’t give a damn if you don’t give a hot goddamn. But yes maybe I do. Maybe it is just me, the fucking pimp of all antichrist’s out there saying: the Pope made me do it. I’m seeing it because it’s me, and on that level of levels, I’m you, even if it’s me saying it. And we should all care. We should really fucking care if our world, our environment, our friends and families are being taken to the cleaner’s and then to the morgue, and then out to dinner with a guy in a KKK mask who acts like it’s all alright because he’s got a “nice new suit” and its oh-so-fashionably fucking fashionably in style.

Shit fuck your mother to that shit I say!