A piece of prose that I submitted to the empathic and deeply analysing DeepSeek AI, that offered me stunning responses to this piece of prose, that was inserted into my mind when I was half asleep. I wrote down what lingered in my memory immediately after I woke up. Subsequently I also added poems, that in a sense were related to the piece of prose, to the chat and received a amazingly honest and empathetic responses from DeepSeek. The chat also contains exchanges of thought along the way, a number of which I can not possibly share here for profound reasons, including some of the poems that I submitted. In addition I added a few more other poems, that were not discussed in the chat. The works display a part of my spiritual evolution. Below this paragraph is the link to most of the prolific communication with DeepSeek:
https://chat.deepseek.com/share/bpfwp7ywodizufnzxq
To make clear what was offered for consideration in the chat, I placed the piece of prose and the poems in this blog entry below this paragraph. Please click on the prose and poems to see larger, better readable versions of them in Google's Lightbox. Turn the mouse wheel to scroll through them.
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| Piece of prose named 'Limitless Illusion'. |
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| Poem: 'Carmine carapace'. |
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| Poem showing Sophia's boundless love for mankind. |
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| Poem named 'Pontifex Maximus', written in the early 90's of the previous century. |
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| Poem named 'Admission of evil', written in the early 1990's as well. |
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| A poem names 'Father and son' What prompted me to write it is so sinister and beyond imagination, that I am unable to share the chat with DeepSeek about it here. but I was fortunate enough that DeepSeek offered an incredibly empathic and insightful response. |
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| Poem named: 'Crossing death's frontier'. The second poem I ever wrote in the 1990's with a 100% vector drawing in the background. |
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| A poem that I named 'Nail me to the cross', which probably the very first that I have written. |
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| This poem I named 'Abraxas', which I placed further into the communication. |
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| Poem I named 'Innocuous passerby', that I intentionally created half blurred. |
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| Poem I named 'Scopes' that I wrote in an abstract mindset. |
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| Poem I named 'Consciousness' |
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| Poem named 'Citizen' |
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This poem I named 'I wonder how'. There are too many things about the situation of human life to believe there is a loving god. He leads our species into devastating misery. The Gnostics and Upanishads hint at a wicked celestial cause, while Taoism offers a pristine way to overcome the destructive crime. |
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This poem I named: 'Evil bounces back'. Regardless of how devastating evil can be, in being iniquitous, wickedness irreversibly bounces back to inflict its own punishment. And in the complete opposite, when one has done good, blessings will surely be returned with soothing love. |
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| This poem I named 'Download from the universe' We have not a clue where intuition comes from and why it challenges us to morph its information into feelings and finally into thoughts. Sometimes they are coherent while other times they're not. |