I have been somewhere, other than here.
I do not know where this was or with whom I was with, but no matter what my family members say; I have been spoken to.
I look right at these folks and they speak to me, but I cannot place a recognizable face to their form. There were others with me. We were in classrooms. I met with, what I perceived to be the boss.
I see them, but cannot fully see them, nor can I fully hear them.
It is like they speak a unknown language of sight and sound.
I wake up with content. I am sure I confound much of what I have been told. As a matter of fact, much of what I have been given, I have not written down, because I do not want to sound like a freak.
I am told this is the beginning, not the end, but have also been told that the beginning is going to be very painful; like giving birth.
They told me to tell you these things.
We cannot continue to exist, drunk on false beliefs; willing to destroy every thing in order to protect our manufactured realities.
I am here to tell you that there is no thing more tragic, than a form which would give itself up, for a false belief. It is not strength! It proves an inability to evolve, confirming a lack of “LIFE”.
Remember, our existence is harsh. It only stands to reason, that our truth will also be harsh, and it is, but we can rise above the non-sense and choose a righteous path.
A “living” form can discard fiction to locate and accept truth, while a form lacking in evolutionary capabilities cannot, and will defend fiction and continue to promote hell on earth.
We cannot stay if we cannot change and that is a fact.
I am not sure I can change, but would really like to stand on a seashore or a mountain top, as she was 10,000 years ago.
Can we even remember what a clean river might feel like to our senses?
We have been robbed of our destiny.