…….I need access to the other side, I’ll be much obliged, they can throw their bones, and say their poems in my garage; I have questions and vexations, that’s hard to penetrate with mere meditations. A glimpse only leaves me in suspense, hence, I need to talk to a mystic and master of the elements, something more than mere smarts, someone who can see through the blinds of space and time, and can read the ripple effects set in motion when god flinched for the first time. I have questions; set in on many sessions, even been baptized. Life has given me many tries, hard to let go of my earthly ties, I would settle for that deal Cruise got in vanilla sky’s, but what happens when the body dies, a breach in contract in disguise.
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EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (
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Who can you trust?
No one it would appear
There's a lot of illusion.
Whole religions and cultures have been born from illusions
This is a profoundly thought-filled piece. Having been raised in a religion that I practiced for years, I reached a point of questioniong. Did I follow the rules because it was meaningful, or because I was taught to, and it was the latter. Over time I've learned to let go of the fear of noncompliance, for the freedom of my own thoughts and beliefs, and am comfortable in my space. There is no surety in life, no one has all the answers. Find your path, your space, because it is meaningful to you. Take care my friend!
Thoughtful comments, glad you enjoyed it.
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