Days have become irrelevant

The following are thoughts and images from my first day of truly being "alone". I spent my entire day wandering, wondering and observing in silence. 3/15/09

==The world seems different.==

^Animals react differently towards me. v

Possessions are meaningless here.

Trees adjust according to the environmental changes around them. They don't fight it. They just grow. They continually grow and change. They shed old habits and old skin. Their growths is facilitated through cycles. These cycles coincide with the seasons and vibrations of the earth. Trees do not wonder why the earth is doing what it's doing. They simply adjust with the earth. They become the earth.

The trees surrounding the church are dead and lifeless. They are holding on to old dead leaves. They will not let go. The trees at the school across the street are in full bloom. They smell beautiful. They will soon grow green and full to provide for and with their environment.


I learned an interesting thing just now. I forgot to bring my wallet with me and I've grown very hungry and thirsty. I was faced with a decision. Do I take the long walk home to get my wallet and then walk back to the food? Or can I be resourceful and create food and drink for myself? I chose the second option. I was able to manipulate data and energy to cause people at a restaurant to prepare food and drink for me. I did this without using physical "money", rendering it irrelevant to the situation.

I have been born into a world where formless takes form. And I choose the form it takes.

I've created a world bigger than my perception or comprehension. The only thing I need to think about is where I am, NOW.

Walking several miles at a time has become increasingly less difficult. Walking has become a natural state of being. Transportation devices are unnecessary as they have lost their meaning.

Clothes have taken on a unique new representation of expressionism. They are humanity's unique attempt to connect with their sense of self and self image. When this is shared with the world, the sense of self is elevated. Sometimes quite falsely.

Face to face interaction with human beings can be terrifying and confusing when in my current state of mind.

==Life is always meant to be the way it is now.==
===>You created it. You MEANT it to be.<===

Sometimes I leave energy behind. When I pass through it, I receive instant recollection of the event that took place in that location. The thoughts and feelings are recreated within me. I attach the energies to inanimate objects. They serve as visual cues or triggers. I wonder: if someone sees or picks up that object can they see or experience or feel the energy and experience I attached to that object? Can we see the past simply through the objects people choose to attach energy to?

I literally FEEL myself transferring to a different plane of existence. I am stepping out of the world I once new and was so attached to. My environment is losing relevance.

I've always viewed cemeteries as peaceful places. The souls of the "dead" do not reside there. They may appear there frequently because our focus of attention on them brings them to our plane of existence. The formless becomes form. And WE bring it there, not the hallowed cemetery grounds or gravestones.

I saw children fighting. Punching, hitting, slapping, kicking, hitting, tackling, yelling, screaming. Big ones attacked little one to exert dominance. Children are "supposed" to represent innocence, yet here they are, acting violently. Showing evidence of some of the deepest, nastiest tendencies in man kind. Are these actions learned? Are they FORCED by their environment? Why do some children, when faced with violence and adversity retreat to a reclusive state and harbor the acquired feelings within their now decaying host? Why do others lash out and exert these Angy feelings on the world, becoming monsters and patriarchal dictator-esque figures?

The same outside influence causes several very different reactions, depending on the entity being influenced.

The crows are gathering. I see more and more every day. They gather outside of rest homes. They gather in cemeteries and in the darkest, deadest trees they can. They sense a shift. They SEE ultraviolet light. Change is coming and it WILL NOT BE SMALL.

Things you've seen in the darkest of movies are going to come true. They will be accepted as common reality. There will be a day the earth goes dark. Morning will follow. Those who survive will peer out into the sunlight with bewildered confusion and absolute knowingness.