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I have punished myself by telling everyone about my life.

I am not a child prodigy to be exhibited.

I am a madwoman with a sense, and my nerves are trained.

"I like to speak in rhymes, because I am a rhyme myself.. I pretended to be mad. I wanted you to feel what I was thinking and feeling but you failed, as you thought that I was mad.. [you] think that I am mad- [you] have this idea because you think too much. I think little and therefore understand everything I feel.. Scientists think about me and break their heads, but their thinking will not give any results. They are stupid. I speak simply without any tricks.. I am stupid too but I have sense.. brain destroys feeling and therefore has no Wisdom.. I know doctors, I understand them. They want to examine my brain, but I want to examine their minds...I am not trying to start a campaign for the extermination of nervous people..I am not afraid of anything except the death of Wisdom. I want the death of the mind.... The mind is stupidity but Wisdom is God.. You think because I build everything on feeling, I have lost my mind... I do not want people to pity me, but to be loved.. I pretended to be weak, because that was God's wish..I want to say so much but cannot find the words.. To understand does not mean to know all the words. I understand in every language. I know few words but my sense is keenly developed..

by saying the Truth I destroy the evil.. [I will] describe my life under the guise of different personalities... I do not want to be perfect.. I come from the people.. I want Love for all people.. I understood that all people were equal. I often state, but am not always understood, that we are all equal...My Love is simple... I am the tree.. I am the roots.. I am not alone, because I feel more than a million others.

I wish to explain what God is, to everyone, but I will not if people start laughing. I am talking about matters which touch the whole universe. I bring peace and not war. I want peace for everyone and want the earth to be full of love. The earth is disintegrating and it is cooling down... To me the earth is one single state.. I am spiritual food..

I want to talk to all the artists, because I want to help them. I will tell them how I love them and that I will always help them. I shall come and see them if they will love one another. I will pretend to be a clown, because people will understand me better.. I am a clown of God... I think that force comes not from food but from the mind. People think one cannot be fed by the mind. One can; mind replaces food... I don't want to get mixed up in politics. I am not a politician, I am a human being, creation of God. I love everybody and don't approve of any kind of murder. I am young, strong, and I work a great deal.. I do express my opinions. I dislike party politics. I don't belong to any party. I know too well that God loves all people and does not wish anybody's death... My party is God's party... I do not like parties, but democracy is the best among them, because everybody has the same rights. I do not really like rights at all, as nobody has any rights in reality. I do not want the laws of man-they are invented... I know that men have not yet arrived at loving each other, but they will love each other. I know that everyone will be frightened of me and they will put me in a lunatic asylum, but I do not care. I am not afraid of anything, and want to die. I will be ready for everything. God wishes to improve life and I will be His insrument. .. he wants me to understand the lunatics.. I do not like egoism.. I am afraid of clever people and freeze when a clever man is near me. There is a cold atmosphere around him. I do not write to argue or reason, but to explain. I want to help mankind, and I am not boasting..

The "idiot" was not an idiot ... I am myself being taken for an idiot.. I pretended to be an idiot.. I am not mad...."

the words of Vaslav Nijinsky-

(Nijinsky, people picked up where you left off).

Wisdom 

cures

Insanity

Seeing this eternal CELL

I fear the mind should make it's own.

The mind is much - but is not all.

The mind nerved me to endure torture far worse than death.

What is the presence that should silence my thoughts?

Those of Sacred process in Nature?

Words have ceased to shake me.. What are words?

Balance 'tis a word. Strange - how it came in the Earth - to which I am tending- Loaded with thoughts. Now you know me.

I care not for what I am.. matter .. spirit.. I am a thing of feelings, and have of late been sickly..

I am Master of myself, atleast...

Time is not akin to Thought ...

The Workings of a Wounded Mind