Metamorphosis of the Obsidian Butterfly

Why do we fear death when we have yet to truly be born? Many of our kind fear change like nothing else. the caterpillar does not fear becoming a butterfly. The limited nature of our present existence is but a chrysalis wall holding back our knowledge of the multitude, the Tao, and Siva becoming. We are all, but we do not realize. the illusion of the self blinds us to the whole mind-form that I all am and am not. The ignorance of this leads us into apathy, war, and abject helplessness. The Monarch Butterfly lives for but a few weeks, but each sixth generation finds its way to the same Pacific valleys for winter. The Monarchs are not individuals but one, led by ingrained and implanted memories. Such is the same for us. The god-forms within the collective human mind-form, are in constant war to influence the outcome of our journey, feeding you soul to corporate-media-consumer BEAST (and his number was $$$) adds to the powers of greed, domination, control, and fear. The powers of freedom, love and knowledge are in jeopardy. New patriots are needed in the 21st century, Aunt Sophia of the sacred gnosis wants you!