Lucidity

"Ares! Ares! Wake up we made it!" I opened my eyes and I was here. When I looked around I didn't see anyone. Something definitely woke me up. I tried to adjust my eyes. I was standing outside in what looked like a back yard. A big back yard. Everything was glowing. I looked at my palms and they were glowing also. I spun around and sure enough I was alive and aware. I belonged here. I wasn't sleeping. If I was I didn't want to wake up. I die twice everyday. When I go to sleep and when I wake up. Going to sleep in the easier death. It brings me to the place that connects our world with the spiritual realm. A constant thing to look forward to. You never know what you might experience but its always different. Humans haven't destroyed the spiritual realm. It will always be safe. Waking up on the other hand is the unwanted death. This world only glows when you smoke a certain leaf that puts you in the same state of mind of everything you see when you're asleep. Me and that leaf collide. I have trouble accepting the fact that I exist so it overides my mind now. It does in fact give this place the same glow as when you are consciously dreaming. Complete control of yourself AND others. That power got taken away from me. I don't need it anymore. I learned everything I needed to learn from it already.

The Human Vulnerability

Anger. Why am I so angry? Because I am actually not an angry person. Only when I come in contact with humans. Alone I feel peace. I make art. Alone I understand. I'm alone until the interference comes into the picture. Voices who are not my own around me. I pick up their energy. I know who they are. If they pick up my energy they know who I am too. But if they pick up energy though words I will be a mystery to them. The humans who are close to my heart, we don't need to speak. We know. Feels like we known forever. Known what? That feeling of knowing you are connected to a person in ways beyond the senses. But not everybody knows me. I'm angry because I am judged by what I do not say to humans. Already jugded before I speak so the first impression stays as who I am, to them. I guess it makes them think they know all my vulnerabilities. But when they don't think twice I'm always thinking. Thinking of every possibility. Thinking of how i can guide the lost human in front of me to finding themselve. The imperfect human with the most beautiful flaws. I dont judge, just Aware of how humans feel about thrmelves. I can help. But some humans choose not to listen to me. But like how I never listened to my mother, big mistake. She was always right.

Aware.

Somewhere we stopped believing. All it took was one human to convince others not to believe in things they cannot see. But I've always felt. One day at my grandma's house I realized everything is normal. Things labeled as paranormal are normal. There's not suppose to be anything magical about it. It's just suppose to be normal. The people who run this place know exactly what it is. They're scared of it because they have no control of it. A mind and a soul is a dangerous thing. A mind is dangerous to even yourself because you are not your mind, Your soul reads it. If you have thoughts, how do you know you have thoughts? Because YOU are reading them. Your thoughts can attack you and others. If you know you have a soul and develop it for the good of yourself and others, there is nothing that can stop that kind of power. NOTHING. The universe will ALWAYS help you. They know who you are just like you know who they are. Unconditional love and protection. Although I spend most of my time alone, I feel alone until I realize I will never be alone. The higher powers are watching.