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    Re: Madman's Study

    Post  immortalisdolor on Mon Mar 28, 2011 11:35 am

    Traveling Through the Dimensions Part VII
    Human Brains: Food for Thought


    Now, we have a brain. This sounds bad already. First the bright side. Well, we can create useful things, we can conceptualise our way through situations by means of crafty intellectualism, and most of all we can conjure up methods of measurement, create points and multi dimensional imaginary realities. Well, that may not sound all too positive, but isn’t the imagination a good thing? What does our brains do then that makes them so different from other brains? Or are they just different? Most creatures use their brains as means of survival, communication, and spatial orientation in relation to their physical sensory perceptions. Well, we have that as well, yet we have and use something so excessively that it separates us from other life forms. We think. And thinking manifest ideas, and ideas manifest creations, and human creations create new physical worlds. This could be good, however it is apparent in the world around us that this is not always so. None of it exist except in our heads, until it is manifested in the physical world.

    Now with this in mind, we can go back to the “Time Current Diagram”.



    As seen in the diagram, the physical body, with its brain thinking, creates a plain of its own, thinking in the past, about the future. Have you ever tried to think about right now this second? Try it.

    It can’t be done can it, because every time you think about now, that now has gone into the past, so technically you are still thinking about the past, every single nano second of thought goes by faster than it can be thought.

    So thinking could be thought of as a means of travelling through the past. Back to that later.

    What about consciousness, and subconsciousness? This would depend on what we mean by both or either. If consciousness is awareness then we are referring to something else for a later topic, however if we are referring to consciousness as daily thought and thinking, it is the same, meaning we are always conscious of the past, living in the past.

    To push this further to the test, let’s say you are reading a book, or watching a film about some future civilisation, using our brains to comprehend it throughout. Are we thinking of the future? Or is it thinking of a past that someone else imagined as a future?

    So what is the future? And what does it mean? Or do we just think way too damn much?

    So if all the worlds problems, including all our individual problems are caused by our own thinking and creations, are when then moving into the past? And by waking up, we are evolving back into the future?

    Perhaps all this thought is not to create things, but to realise the I and our intuition, and our feeling, in relation to our physical bodies. More on this thought later.

    Thus far, now by observing the “Time Current Diagram”, we have “The Physical Body”, and “The Past”.
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    Re: Madman's Study

    Post  immortalisdolor on Mon Mar 28, 2011 1:29 pm

    Human Brains: Food for Thought continued........................

    So where does all this thought come from? Who started this? Must be the I. And so I thought. I becomes aware or conscious of the physical world and the physical body and thus crosses through us the thought plain and the feeling plain. And why I am jumping ahead here is because it all works together somehow, for better or for worse. I feel, I though, I know, I am, I did, I will, I-Phone, I-Pod, me, my, mine, oh dear this is madness.

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    So does the brain give consciousness to I, or I to consciousness? Or does human emotion give life to both? And if if this is pointless, why are people making Zombie Apocalypse Survival Kits?

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    Zombie Research Society Web Site

    http://www.zombieresearch.org/

    This ends part VII, Human Brains, Food For Thought



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    Re: Madman's Study

    Post  immortalisdolor on Mon Mar 28, 2011 2:58 pm

    Travelling Through the Dimensions Part VIII
    Feeling (Human Emotion)




    Referencing the "Time Current Diagram" again, there is the horizontal "feeling" plain, which is right on time for this study, since emotion has not been thrown into the picture yet.

    So now I have placed us into this Matrix like reality where everything is pointless, natural and man made disasters could happen causing a swarm of flesh eating zombies to take over screaming, Mine! Mine! Mine! Scary. And to top it off, it is all in the past. Well, how do we feel about that?

    Is human emotion possibly a man created dimension that doesn't really exist and interacts in paralleled with human though, one moving into the past and the other into the future?

    When we can get to that moment that many Buddhist Monks speak of, where we let go of our thoughts and emotions, we get to the now. We are at peace within the self and the moment. Whatever and however we want to call it, this place of letting go of attachment is at the centre of my ranting here. If thought and emotion can be overcome, then do they really exist?

    Yet why do we cry when a beloved friend, animal or human dies? Is this also a preconceived notion of lose, attachment and misunderstanding of life, death, and natural cycles? And how does feeling take us into the future as thought takes us into the past? Well, one thought is that when we cry, hurt, laugh, scream, or express any form of emotion, including anger, we are propelled into change of some sort. These emotions can carry us into dreams, nightmares, and places we either have wanted to go, or wish we never go there. So in theory, the "Time Current Diagram" is working, and working far better than numbered dimensions. For the body, physical, directed by the "I" being, is potentially blocked by a double current, one emotional, one thoughtful, both having positive and negative posabilities.

    And when we release attachment to both we tune into the "I" being. Thus knowing that only two realities, or dimensions exist, the physical and the higher self. The problem here is all the names we call it, the categorising of spiritual elements by creating division all over again. In the diagram, a new horizontal line appears at the top, intuition, paralleling the thinking and feeling lines. Almost as if past and future become not two separate plains, but part of the whole. Like rungs in a ladder, the diagram resembles just that, a ladder. Each horizontal plain a rung on the way up, with intuition being the last step.

    Well now it is sounding all too easy, that's only three steps. Easier said than done? Sure is. And what next? Well for now, this has just been a self discovery recap, a remembering. A simple map to guide our way back home, without all the multidimensional, you are not worthy enough because you have not prayed ten thousand times to the statue of Habubafaguba new age segregation garbage. Not required. Why you don't even have to meditate! All you have to do is let go!

    Wow, that wasn't so bad. So, the world according to me, for the moment, is, nothing really exist, only life, change, and spirit. And there are no dimension, at least yet.


    (I don't now what's next. Like I said, I am making this up as I go along.)

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    Flying Birds.
    Excellent Birds.
    Watch them fly.
    There they go.
    Falling snow.
    Excellent snow.
    Here it comes.
    Watch it fall.
    Long words.
    Excellent words.
    I can hear them now.
    This is the picture.
    I'm sitting by the window.
    Watching the snow fall.
    I'm looking out.
    And I'm moving.
    Turning in time.
    Jump up!
    And I can land on my feet.
    Look out!
    This is the picture.
    This is the picture.
    This is the picture.
    This is the picture.
    Looking out.
    I'm watching now.
    But when I see the future, I close my eyes.
    I can see it now.
    I see pictures of people rising up.
    I see pictures of people falling down.
    I see pictures of people, they're standing on their heads.
    They're ready!
    I see pictures of people rising up.
    I see pictures of people falling down.
    I see pictures of people, they're standing on their heads.
    They're ready!
    They're looking out.
    Look out!
    They're watching out.
    Watch out!
    They're looking out.
    Look out!
    They're watching out.
    Watching watching out.
    I see pictures of people.
    I see pictures of people.
    They're watching.
    They're watching out.
    Watch out.
    I see pictures of people.
    They're watching.
    They're watching out.
    I see pictures of people.
    Watching.
    Watch out.
    They're watching.
    I see pictures of people.
    Watching out.
    Watch out.
    Pictures of people.
    They're watching out.


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    Re: Madman's Study

    Post  immortalisdolor on Mon Mar 28, 2011 10:11 pm

    Travelling Through The Dimensions Part IX
    Marching To Now



    I will not think into the past, I will not feel into the future.
    I will not think into the past, I will not feel into the future.
    I will not think into the past, I will not feel into the future.
    I will not think into the past, I will not feel into the future.
    I will not think into the past, I will not feel into the future.
    I will not think into the past, I will not feel into the future.
    I will not think into the past, I will not feel into the future.



    And then, behold, the masses drowned themselves in technological stimuli and entertainment to acquire the now. A digital hologram of the should be now. Some of us escaped into the now by self destructive force, constantly being torn between the worlds of dementia and mania, in eternal madness for pulling away too soon, outcast from the slow turning flock.

    "Most gulls don’t bother to learn more than the simplest facts of flight – how to get from shore to food and back again. For most gulls, it is not flying that matters, but eating."
    -Jonathan Livingston Seagull, by Richard Bach


    Soon, very soon. Time to fly......


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    Re: Madman's Study

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    Re: Madman's Study

    Post  immortalisdolor on Wed Mar 30, 2011 9:57 am

    Travelling Through The Dimensions Part X
    Intuition | Utilising the Past and Future Flow for Choice


    I'm not dead yet.

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    Buddhist monks have this practice that is not far off from where I have taken this. A consistent existence in the now, once it is learned.Yet every choice, decision, and action we make from simple gestures as, "My head itches, I am going to scratch it, or not.", to "My home is under attack, I will either run, hide, or fight." With this, we reach into the past and future (thought and feeling), to make a choice. The best choice is usually the first one, as we have probably all experienced, yet we then ignore this intuition more times than we would like to admit. Almost if something is holding us down from within. Deep within. This opens up another Pandora's box, filled with more attachment and need, more subjection to place, either by our own demise or through the subjection from others.

    This subjection of other and act of "place" has a super strong foothold in our choices and intuitions, and relates back to my notion of AI or artificial intelligence in the human subconscious, or however it is best worded. Though we do not endure the strife of earlier times, our strife is a new form of genocide, silent and obscured, like the references to the Matrix. In this powerful film from 1969 called "Burn", we can see all the many things effecting our "choice" and "intuition", and what the human mind is capable of, for better or for worse.

    "queimada (burn) 1969 part 1 of 9" (once again, I have only pasted part 1, all parts are available on youtube)

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    More on intuition and choice later............
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    Re: Madman's Study

    Post  immortalisdolor on Wed Mar 30, 2011 11:59 am

    Music Intermission

    While looking at the thread "Banning People For Their Poltical and Spiritual Beliefs Former Camelot Mod Lita and Her 2 Accounts" I see how I am out of loop with some of the history here at MOA, on the note of choice and action, my recent response was going to be this song, and then I decided I should not post there, since it is not my "place". Very interesting. So here it is for another one of my music intermissions on my thread.


    Thela Hun Ginjeet - King Crimson (album Discipline) - lyrics below, as usual....

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    Well, first of all I couldn't even see his face
    I couldn't see his face
    He was holding a gun in his hand

    Umm, I was thinking
    This is a dangerous place
    This is a dangerous place

    I said, "I'm nervous as hell from this stuff
    I thought those guys were going to kill me for sure
    They ganged up on me like that"

    "I couldn't believe it, look, I'm still shakin', weird
    They're out in the streets like that
    It's a dangerous place
    It's a dangerous place"

    So, suddenly, these two guys appear in front of me
    They stopped, real aggressive
    Start at me, you know
    "What's that?", "What's that on that tape?"
    "What do you got there?", I said, "Huh?"

    They said, "What are you talking into that for?"
    I said, "It's just a tape, you know"
    "Well, play it for me", I said, "Oh no"
    I put it off as long as I could

    And finally they turned it on, you know
    They grabbed it from me
    Took it away from me, turned it on

    And it said, "He held a gun in his hand
    This is a dangerous place"
    They said, "What dangerous place?
    What gun? You're a policeman"

    And the deeper I talked, the worse I got into it
    I talked, I told him, I said, "Look man, I'm not talkin'"
    It went on forever, anyway, I finally unbuttoned my shirt
    And said, "Look, look, I'm in this band, you know"

    "I'm in this band you know
    And we're makin' a recording, you know
    It's about New York City, it's about crime in the streets"
    The explanation was going nowhere

    But finally, they just kinda let me go, I don't know why
    So I walk around the corner
    And I'm like shakin' like a leaf
    And I thought, "This is a dangerous place"

    Who should appear but two policeman
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    Post  immortalisdolor on Thu Mar 31, 2011 9:59 pm

    Intuition continued........

    I feel like, if I actually had this experience to compare it to, a soldier at the threshold of a great battle.

    The tension has been building, and the multitude of possibilities have been waged in my mind against the outcome of fate. Fate is now standing next to me on three sides, and the realization that hope, faith, and fear are only human emotions. Choice and intuition are fatal when it comes to what will be. So feeling into the future is almost irrelevant when the future possibilities are so many. Quantum mechanics can not truly be understood by science and big words, but only through moments like these. And it is so ironic how the experienced remain in the lower class, while the bourgeoisie have the say so on what is and is not, or so they think.

    So the weapons are ready on this battle field, and we are always in denial of being scared out of our minds. So who are we fighting you might ask? And why? And what does it have to do with intuition? First you should ask yourself, what class am I in? Your answer may surprise you. There really is no such thing as race, no such thing as man, no such thing as woman. These things only bring a false sense of agency to who you think you may be. Intuition plays a big role in this, mostly because it is the only thing that will get you safely out of your ego when the battle begins. And then you may come to realize your enemy is not really in the battle field, and each side actually has the same enemy. The bourgeoisie are very cunning indeed aren't they.

    And you may find in the end that you are actually your own worst enemy, and when everyone else around you becomes the same, waking nightmares are only and understatement.


    Those bourgeoisie sure are ugly aren't they.

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    And your own self internalized enemy is really scary isn't it.

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    Have no fear, intuition is here! Thubs Up
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    Re: Madman's Study

    Post  immortalisdolor on Fri Apr 01, 2011 12:27 pm

    And you may ask yourself
    Am I right?...Am I wrong?
    And you may tell yourself
    MY GOD!...WHAT HAVE I DONE?


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    Talking Heads
    Once in a Lifetime (1984)

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    And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack
    And you may find yourself in another part of the world
    And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
    And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful
    wife
    And you may ask yourself-Well...How did I get here?

    Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
    Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
    Into the blue again/after the money's gone
    Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.

    And you may ask yourself
    How do I work this?
    And you may ask yourself
    Where is that large automobile?
    And you may tell yourself
    This is not my beautiful house!
    And you may tell yourself
    This is not my beautiful wife!

    Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
    Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
    Into the blue again/after the money's gone
    Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.

    Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...
    Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...
    Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...

    Water dissolving...and water removing
    There is water at the bottom of the ocean
    Carry the water at the bottom of the ocean
    Remove the water at the bottom of the ocean!

    Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
    Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
    Into the blue again/in the silent water
    Under the rocks and stones/there is water underground.

    Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
    Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
    Into the blue again/after the money's gone
    Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.

    And you may ask yourself
    What is that beautiful house?
    And you may ask yourself
    Where does that highway go?
    And you may ask yourself
    Am I right?...Am I wrong?
    And you may tell yourself
    MY GOD!...WHAT HAVE I DONE?

    Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
    Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
    Into the blue again/in the silent water
    Under the rocks and stones/there is water underground.

    Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
    Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
    Into the blue again/after the money's gone
    Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.

    Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...
    Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...
    Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...
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    Re: Madman's Study

    Post  immortalisdolor on Sun Apr 03, 2011 7:29 pm

    So for myself, I have obliterated most basic dimensions, as I do with most things. Like meandering away from civilization for awhile to clear you head of ideals and illusions, and then seeing where you stand. So there is a now, and every now becomes the past. There is an I, because I feel, and every feeling takes me into the future. And thus thought and feeling exist, but not as dimensions, rather as means of travel. Choice, and crossroads within the self, effecting our fates every day, every hour, every second. And ultimately effecting our physical bodies as well. This is the core of the "Time Current" diagram I am personally sensing and referring back to now. And this is like a little map of the "self". narrowed down to something easier to grasp than the thousands of chakras and meridians in the body, or the thousands of levels of consciousness that are referred to in ancient text. Not to discredit any of them, but rather have a simplistic guide for the soul, spirit, and self. If I were to place this time current diagram into a bigger map of self, it would most likely center at the throat chakra and overlap the heart chakra below, and the brow chakra above. The intuition line would probably cross over the crown chakra horizontally. Many claim a wide variety of chakras as the center one, in which truly all are or should be equal, however this theory I am beginning to delve into does not place the throat chakra as the center, but rather a crossing point, or even balancing point between heart and mind. So with this in mind, this ends my delusional adventure through the non-existent dimensions, and into the self. The next adventure will be a journey within, or perhaps a journey without. Maybe...


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    Post  immortalisdolor on Mon Apr 04, 2011 9:24 am

    Why is a raven like a writing desk?

    "Have you guessed the riddle yet?" the Hatter said, turning to Alice again.
    "No, I give it up," Alice replied. "What's the answer?"
    "I haven't the slightest idea," said the Hatter.
    "Nor I," said the March Hare.
    Alice sighed wearily. "I think you might do something better with the time," she said, "than wasting it in asking riddles that have no answers."




    I would think there is no answer, however it is a question that does not pull to one side or the other in the time current, as the writing desk is stationary in time and the raven moves through time.

    The question made HigherLove think of "Quoth the Raven", so I will post it here for thought.


    Edgar Allan Poe
    The Raven


    [First published in 1845]
    horizontal space Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
    Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
    While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
    As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
    `'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
    Only this, and nothing more.'

    Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
    And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
    Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
    From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
    For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
    Nameless here for evermore.

    And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
    Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
    So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
    `'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
    Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
    This it is, and nothing more,'

    Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
    `Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
    But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
    And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
    That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
    Darkness there, and nothing more.

    Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
    Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
    But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
    And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
    This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
    Merely this and nothing more.

    Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
    Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
    `Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
    Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
    Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
    'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

    Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
    In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
    Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
    But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
    Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
    Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

    Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
    By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
    `Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
    Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
    Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
    Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

    Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
    Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
    For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
    Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
    Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
    With such name as `Nevermore.'

    But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
    That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
    Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
    Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
    On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
    Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

    Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
    `Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
    Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
    Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
    Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
    Of "Never-nevermore."'

    But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
    Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
    Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
    Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
    What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
    Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

    This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
    To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
    This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
    On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
    But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
    She shall press, ah, nevermore!

    Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
    Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
    `Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
    Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
    Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
    Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

    `Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
    Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
    Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
    On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
    Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
    Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

    `Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
    By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
    Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
    It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
    Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
    Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

    `Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
    `Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
    Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
    Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
    Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
    Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

    And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
    On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
    And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
    And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
    And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
    Shall be lifted - nevermore!

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