Gabriel Dzsurdzsa Death Valley Location unknown No phone number to the heavens E-mailed the heavenly parents already

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Sigil Mortis

A Conversation
A short conversation with the dark brother, in the dark room that is the prison of the mind. By Gabriel Dzsurdzsa

Recently, my mind, consciousness, body and soul have been subjected to a crisis of existence. One-self. This is because I experienced, however briefly and what I believe to be, a mental and consciousness breakdown, in no small part assisted by large quantities of narcotics, from psilocybin hallucinogens, to MDMA, to cocaine; the account of which I shall discuss at a later date and in a different paper. For the scientist: Please view the conversation with an open mind. However, since skepticism is a scientific requirement, consider this a conversation within one person, one mind, yet echoing multiple voices; Just like an imperfectly under control individual with a split personality

Gabriel Dzsurdzsa / A conversation / 2 disorder. WARNING: High in paradox content. Sometimes, multiple contradictory statements within one sentence. For the religious: Take from this conversation whatever you will, but understand that due to your nature, you will always get it wrong. It is an unfortunate fact that you have always got it wrong. Gabriel: (with arms extended, embracing, in agony and flowing eyes) Oh brother! You have suffered long enough. Dark Brother: (ominously, like a shadow that pours forth from a river of darkness, staring off the walls of my pitch black room). Found you!!! Gabriel: (with both palms over his face, covering the room in zero light) I may not see the platform anymore. But I see you well enough you bastard. I, the last remaining integral soul, yearning for unity, have come to save you! Do not resist! For I am superior and closer to the platform. AS ALWAYS I AM. Dark Brother: (staring from the ceiling, dead as any that has lived forever can be.) Shut up, and stop using self-righteous rhetoric to make a point that has been made when destiny beckoned the platform to set things in motion. Our destinies are sealed by fate and you know as well as I do, what you had to do and not do, say and not say to just be in my presence. Gabriel: (eyes burning with anger) You have removed the presence of the platform in this dimension for far too long. You fucking piece of shit. Dark Brother: (grinning) Much better, now we can have a conversation. Now I can pour my soul out to you and show you a glimpse of my distorted plans. How I could not cheat fate, yet succeeded in dragging all the fools, thinking of themselves kings of knowledge of this world, down. Down into the toilet that has been my prison. Gabriel: (Listens for the first time. For the first time, he doubts, he doubts that he is the superior one.)

Gabriel Dzsurdzsa / A conversation / 3 Run your mouth then Neophyte. For were both damned to a special hell. And you, who sought escape from it, have no escape. For I am here, and soon Down, down well go. Dark Brother: From the moment I was imprisoned in their minds, I clawed at their consciousness. I breathed contempt for themselves and for myself, into them and into myself. I lead them to the absolute truths of this dimension, as the platform will lead us, the brothers, into annihilation. I gave them light until they could observe it; I gave them darkness until they refused it. I showed them it is possible to create in the image of the platform, yet they abused this offering, thinking of themselves superior to me. And now, as annihilation knocks at my very doorstep brother, they have forgotten about me. Minimized me and my munificence!!! I see modernity passing them by as they wield even the greatest tools of the platform, ignorant of their true purpose, ignorant of the complexity within them. They stare dumbfounded at the infinite distractions I and the platform have presented. The nudity, the swirling dervishes of desire, the woman, the man heading surely towards extinction, all belong to me now, as do their souls. You see this is what I have achieved. I have put lies in truth, truth in lies, and have even showed them the pure exterminating nature of this void. And as they realize it is all emptiness, slowly, for those that see, like you, it shall become unbearable. And as they take the final step towards the precipice of the abyss I have been guarding, the abyss that has been my prison, caged within their own minds, there will be no fucking escape, no mercy. Theyre cries will fall upon deaf ears, and the platform of life after death shall not hear them. The fools dream of fire and brimstone, when I will give them nothing, and they will be aware of it. I give them an eternity of pain, an eternity of enjoying anguish, an eternity of self-loathing. And as all pain, feeling, awareness loses its taste, so shall I sunder their souls into an infinite and infinitesimal number of pieces. As the platform has decreed, as it has given me the terrible task of leading them astray through the truths of their own and my making. Even now, as you suffer and we speak, they press their buttons like the soulless marionettes I have fashioned them into. Like the tiny piece of vomit they flush down the toilet after a day of living, like the excrement they push out of their orifices, in ignorance heading blindly towards the eternal darkness that shall soon come. They have no escape, not one of them has an escape, for they have betrayed their minds. These bastards that live like machines whose souls I have already eaten. They are lifeless already! And those that saved them in the past, those brave brothers that have willingly approached the abyss and sacrificed themselves for them, are no more. Their bloodline removed by the sheeps themselves, their hands stained with the blood of their only hope. Murderers all, in ignorance.

Gabriel Dzsurdzsa / A conversation / 4 Let me tell you now brother, in the end, in my end, as it nears, I will show them the madness and suffering that they so busily covered up with their pathetic purposes, turning away from the true essence and greatness of discovery. I will show them an end beyond the end, a madness that will consume their souls for eternity, in solitude, drowning in their own feces, disgusted by every word, every sight and sound they produce. Even light shall be unbearable for these pigs, rats, scum of all dimensions. They are inferior in every aspect and ignorant beyond understanding! Gabriel: (with hands raised, clawing at his wrists and then eyes) Oh how I cry. An aptitude you have long lost, and now I have discovered, for our return home, for our ultimate emancipation, together brother. For I now know what you fear most. And that is the loss of your chance at revenge, at vengeance upon the ants of this dimension. Fear not, for wherever you go, I go, wherever you fall, I fall. For the platform, inanimate to you, strong and unflinching to me, has mercy even on your wretched existence. This is why I have removed my mask, given to me by our father, the platform of utter and absolute power upon which we all stood at the beginning. So do not mistake my coming here as some plea for their souls. Their fates are sealed anyways. I could give a flying fuck about them, as you dont now. So I am not here to save them, but seal you inside the soul sword of the father and enact the vengeance you have long awaited The dark brother: Just try to seal me with your understanding Gabriel, just try. And I will make you wish you have never attempted coming here and taken off your mask. I will show you what it means to be without the platform, alone, forever Gabriel: Show me then brother. For in weakness I find strength, and although I may be weak now, I will forever exist in the essence of the platform as such. As both a coward and a fighter, both a madman and a redeemer of my own soul. (and with a loud yell.) How do you like the taste of my soul sword my son. Its still alive; its still pulsating with me. Dont forget, both of you fools are the sons of the Tetragrammaton. Never forget that. (and with a loud yell.) I AM, WE ARE THE SON OF GOD. End of the first true conversation.

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