“Do not be evenly yoked with thy who seek the demise of favours” “Do not!!!!”

There are many types of neurological syndromes that bequeath the cerebral!
To many to state amongst the familiarity of the common states of unwealth being with encumber the average cerebral in a life time, to the anthropogenesis of all species!
All cave dwellers to cosmic chauvinism… have a mental delapidation which galvanises another behavioural characteristic!
Such can be inherited, Caused via nurturing… Intoxications… Head traumas… Emotional or Psychological traumas… (Stress..) etc…
Will betray a composed functionality of mind!

“Over concern of others or opinions”

Of concern, of other, opinions, ultimately will lead to a betrayal of the self… to thy self… by thy self…

Ref; “Don’t mind others” while “minding yourself”
Equals ★★★★★★★★★★ my friend!

To concern your betterself… your auspicious self… with the juxtapositions of others, is only to truly harm yourself by default of over concern!

“Never be concerned my friend by others!”

Your paths do not align or parallel, not even close… With the juxtapositions… of the lower levels of cerebral utility from the mischief of pariahs and pessimist… who proclaim pestilence… and cosmopolitan lapidation…

Nihilistic narcissism. .. perfumed by their favoured antithesis, of a rendering host of narcotics, render the mind!
Alcoholism… Over substantial intake of caffeine… drugs… Nicotine. .. render damage to brain cells!
No need to follow and subjugate to the same cancerous fate!

HENCE: Why waste your beloved purity on a woeful tragedy… you will not find benevolence but mere mutilation of mind..
Mutiny of the self…
Such will never respect you! If one struggles pitterlessly to respect the self! (Their very own pyramid)
How can they respect you?

To mutilate the mind, is a quintessential parody, a parallel of the phylogenetic-ism. .. of such an organism which betrays harmony with mother nature!
Hence! That which does not respect mother nature can neither respect you!

The mind is a precious tool… while you can only save yourself, by serving your betterself, and shinning a supernova for the pious to follow, for now and evermore!

Hence! “Memoirs of Nelson”
(From freedom to the future)

“A mind is a tribe of one”
I postulate. … not a portentous port-cochere ordained by skewed fascist and Idiosyncratic affiliates!
“Know thy self” ….. “well!”

“Resist!”

One such beautiful “Fable” of admirable personifications… administered!

“The BEAUTIFUL Horse and The Towns Folk”

A long time ago… many many centeries ago in a quite village.. postulated by noble men and women who would regularly give aid… sanitary.. provisions. .. hostel in the way of peace offerings to stranger’s and pariahs those shun from society. . The broken… the destitute… ill healthed… poor… hurt… tortured and meak…
Such a town was known by the land for miles and through out as a utopian hospice of saviour and benevolence!

Even such of the like as women reffered to as whores could go to such a town and be aided back to health by the pioneering of the towns folk!
Well known thieves would even seek shelter, from poor conditions of the seasons, for an exchange with a bed and warm cup of soup and bread!
Such a representative… lived and survived, long in the hearts of the persecuted and pessimistic folk of the land. ..
A beautiful mare stallion “Tall & Dark” roamed the comfortable sanctuary of the village yard, but would be kept safe at night in confidence!

One such night the confidence was broken, as the stable was not locked!
The horse roamed the court yard, unexpectedly of any imminent danger to befallen.
Jumping over obstacles and feeling the ambiance of the cool nights breeze… With the flowing of its beautiful long mane, following its every swift elegance, glistening in the light from the warm air bequethed by an amiable full moon!

Unexpectedly, the horse fell into the open well, and was indeed unfortunate!
Fore as hard as the mane efforted it could not reach the top!
Such an unwelcomed decree should befall such an energetic endomorph of species!

So succumbing to its faith it held high and waited with sustanance of patience….
Looking up at the nights bright stars, in the pitch black of the nights mystery…
Pitch black space of the dark distant mass!
Upon calling out by way of screams belated by the beautiful stallion, the towns folk all arived one by one!

Upon sight of their most beloved endomorph, every which way conceivable was instrumented to free the mare!
Yet success was not be manifested on such an erring night!
For not tonight would be an easy night for many to remember!

After much converse the towns folk desired to retire for the night…
In which they was repeatedly awoken by the cries of the mare!

Upon a further gathering, an unfortunate decision was made, that all they could do, would be to burry the horse, in the present travesty of such an unwelcomed fate, this doom as a resting place for its cries!

One by one, spades… shovels… and buckets where brought to begin the unfortunate task of filling the well, with the horse alive, on the notion the mare would be layed sacrificially to rest!

The effort was commenced, with the first spade plunched deep into the soil.
A large heap of soil was unearthed and piled into a nearby bucket!
Four or Five individual spades followed by Men, until  the buckets was full and then was passed down the line of twenty or so woman.
Four women to a bucket, passing the bucket down the line…
Untill the bucket reached the end and was emptied down the well! (By four strong men)

The beautiful mare, who was “Once” so admiably looked after.. always kept in the most prestigious order, was having to withstand bombardment of heaps of dirt!
Which juxtaposed irregularities of its nurture!
The mare felt the horde confounding, and was irritated by the dirt thrown down, which landed directly on its powerful shoulders and back!
The mare would ruffle a sound, shake its own powerful shoulders to free the fallen dirt in irritation!

Every-time this would happen, the townsfolk heard the mares cry!
Until upon over a hundred buckets later, they heard not a sound!

The group stared down the well, but was only met with total darkness.
The blackness of the well stared back at them… not a voice or whimper could be heard.
Nothing lived but pitched blacked..
Utter darkness and the state of emptiness. ..
Black and dense and dark was the hole……

The townsfolk decided, that the beloved mare had indeed been laid to rest!
While juxtaposing the ultimate state of ignorance!
They discussed the unfortunate inquisition should a child fall down the well, or visitor’s acquiring investigation into the mare!
So the townsfolk decided to fill the well to the top, and close the hole entirely.!

As they began shovelling more soil down the well, upon an exhausted rest by the towns folk.
The mare jumped out of the well onto the ground, In-front of the towns folk, with shock and surprise the towns folk was stunned, as they watched their beloved mare come back to life, and gallop away forever, into the dark and distance night!…

Never to be see again!

The mare was thought to be burred, but truly the contrary was apparently, it never died.
Instead was saved by the unfortunate juxtapositions of the lackadaisical juxtapositions of such cerebrals!

While the soil fell on its powerful shoulders, the mare would shake the soil which would fall on the ground, by its large hoofs.
Then the mare would stomp its powerful legs upon the ground with irritation…
By this routine, it was subcontracting a makeshift employment service, of aid to escape.
The mare was levelling the ground with the soil.. Ingenuity always befalls the open hearted of mind and soul!
While encumberment follows the ingenuity of evils!
whether they realise not? Makes no difference.
For every action deserves a plausible reaction.
So there fore Everytime, soil was thrown down the well, the same process would be administered, by the horse!

A powerful shake of its shoulders, to release the soil onto the ground, followed by a shout from the horse in irritation while stomping, all four hoves on the ground.
Then, as the ground raised, the horses freedom, was realised and by the mares…

“Escape to freedom! Forever!”

This is an old Arabic tale!

In which the moral states!
“That which people use to burry you will set you free”

But I say to you… my friend! do not worry as fools are just that and can never be more than that, as it is not their decree to be more, or otherwise they would perfume the air with continous poetry… admirable sophistication and sweet symphony easily digested by the senses!

Their talk and rhetoric is that of the Gin and woeful spirits… misogynistic mischief… and deviance!

Keep your eyes upon the supernovas… pulsars and etherealization of euphoniously!
Synchronisation with a superheterodyned affiliation!

“Memoirs of Mr Muhatma Ghandi… Mr Paul Walker…”
Should relign your philanthropy….

Do not waste anymore time towards idiots…
“I wasted to much time with them”
As I realised they need your life to survive… you do not live they do not live!
Put yourself to the piety of the tiny few somewhere!
For the the wiseman said

” you can not converse with the unpure of heart”

Summary;- For it is true! They will only abuse you or use you!

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