When I did this picture I meant it as a kind of joke. I just thought it funny to consider that death has a birthday. It has truth to it in that something somewhere was the first thing to ever die. Well on that day DEATH was born! I wanted to get across the idea that if death did have some kind of incarnation that had it's own consciousness, how lonely that existence must be. So much so that in order to celebrate it's own birthday this being would need to prop up corpses around itself in order to give itself even if only for a moment the illusion of friends.
Looking at this picture more recently while going through personal and spiritual changes it reminded me of something. It reminded me that even the darkest of us need love. That the "EVIL" people in this world are probably that way for a reason. Well there are many reasons but one of which is that they probably didn't have enough love to ease their ever blackening hearts. From what I have heard of these families of black magicians if you will is that they are brought up from a very young age extremely abused. Real, unconditional love they believe is an illusion. Never realizing that LOVE is the only real TRUTH! That EVERYTHING ELSE is an ILLUSION!
Well that's it on this; I've got to go earn money(illusion) to pay my bills(illusion) and buy shit(illusion). I just wanted to put it out there on the Internet and into the collective that I LOVE YOU whoever you are reading this(if anybody)! I LOVE all of it! Yes even DEATH, for even death has it's purpose.
NAMASTE
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