The Cult of the Individual

The Cult Of The Individual

by Charles E S Fairey

I Am the Eternal Outcast

I do not wish to be part of the crowd,

I shall suffer until the mortal last

I celebrate My uniqueness ever so loud!

I Am far madder than the maddening crowd

For they saw Me as different from the rest,

For what the rest want, My Soul at, never bowed

For the Cult of the Individual is so blessed!

The Supreme Being spoke He was all around and yet within

God gave Us choice based upon the Self,

He does not work to fix the whole people’s sin

But works on Us one by one for our spiritual health!

So if You feel rejected by the multitude

Don’t worry, but for Your suffering rejoice,

For as You, You are True and gain soulistic altitude

For Your Soul has its own distinct voice!

And the Supreme Being hears You and personally attends

The crowd he hardly hears but for a cacophony of insanity,

But to the Individual, love and understanding he sends

For the Outcast is the truthful entity in this earthly reality!

Don’t give up because You are different

Rejoice that society has set upon Thee like devil,

You peer into the Abyss and see incandescent

But like Baphomet, You are upon Supreme’s level

And rejoice that like Saviour, You are seen as the Devil!

For the Cult of the Individual

Is the Coming of the New World Order,

The energy of Your Form eternally residual

For in life and death You have seen no border!

We don’t jump on the bandwagon

We don’t join the onlookers to taunt others,

We are seen as if We are the kin of the Great Dragon

Yet on the level, Our kind are One, Our Sisters and Brothers!

Don’t feel as if You are missing out

For truly remember the Crowd are not You,

Get Up Stand Up and as an Individual shout

For You should rejoice God walks with the true,

And as He taught to fellow kind, so do You!

Here We watch as they destroy with thought so tribal

Yet We feel We are loved with eternal heartfelt song,

Some even use the great book, the Bible

And interpret the Shamanic Teaching of Life all wrong,

For He taught that He was everywhere and nowhere

Yet all around and Within, For He does so dearly care,

So remember to open Your Eyes and from reality oneself tear

Your Soul, and Walk the Waye in footsteps left laid bare,

For the Truth was hidden in Plain Sight

Only the Outcast may see with ecstatic delight,

That His Body is but Our Eternal Temple

Remember the most genius puzzle is the most simple!

I Am the Eternal Outcast

I do not wish to be part of the crowd,

I shall suffer until the mortal last

I celebrate my uniqueness ever so loud,

For I Am the Outcast and I Am Definately Certainly Not Alone

For the Supreme Being talks to Me from His Immortal Throne,

And the maddening crowd in eternal flame burn

Because unlike You and Me too late do they learn,

For they saw Me as different from the rest

For the Cult of the Individual is so Blessed!