How to start to stop?
How to be real with what you have?
Every piece of the puzzle is there to be fit together
Every last emotional conduit sits ready to be joined in correctly
The sun rises from the gloom
The bright moon has been keeping guard all night
The cold air harasses the hands at they type
The door was left open last night
A crime?
No it was deliberate
When everyone else and the world is the blame
You are to blame
And who wants to face themselves
When the dragon has been fed to get so big
How many years have I been feeding this dragon?
Since I was 9
My first complete Saturnian cycle
And in this hidden world I fed a dragon
Something to be taken out on all in the future
And the life around me in my family
Fed the dragon
All was food for the dragon
The dragon incited more reasons to be fed
And the dragon got fed more
It's all one thing, I see it now
But how long it has been like this?
Twenty two years.
A self-defence mechanism
Twenty two years of dragon feeding
How big is a twenty two year old dragon?
Was it a baby since birth or was it an inter-dimensional traveler latching onto my need to feed something
Since nine
Nine and Twenty Two
Powerful numbers
An inter-dimensional traveler looking for fuel for his ship
Found through my essence a core to power on
And in this, I have acquired many interesting and unexplained talents
Because the share is almost as one being
The body is a portal and through this portal the world beyond can be seen
The physical is such a small place
The rest is so massive
Nothing can compare in our world to the enormity of the reality beyond the physical.
The physical universe is such a small part of the greater whole
And our physical lives are so insignificant in the grand scheme of things
If anything bigger takes interest in our affairs
It's more a case of delusion on our part, and the creation of it with our minds
Because the 'bigger-that-is-out-there' has no place here, no interest here, nothing can be harmed elsewhere if all goes to shit here
Everything here is a tiny expression of something so minimal
Some say we are a quarantined area
But this is also delusion
Delusions of self-importance
We are not important
And that's just it, we create our own universe, being such a speck in great grey sea
We create our own delusions, we physicalise them
We manifest everything we touch our minds to in time
All comes out in the eventuality of what is kept hidden
Nothing is secret
Time and physical and this dream world so to speak (another delusion but a convenient one to reference)
It's a nothing
We don't exist
We exist as much as we believe ourselves to exist
And if we were to disappear
Nothing would change
Significant
Individual
Unique
Powerful
Delusions.
To understand real reality outside of what is physical
Simply divulge self
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