I saw this girl, her eyes were blue. She came to me in a dream. There was nothing special about this girl, and there was no reason for her to be in this dream. She never stood out, but when I looked at her, everything else ceased to matter at all. She whispered “its” and just like that, she was gone.
I saw this girl, her eyes were blue. I caught a mere glimpse of her while driving by. I rarely drove on this street before, and there was nothing special about this girl, but still I caught a glimpse. I saw her write something on a a piece of paper hanging against a wall, and just like that, she was gone. Days later I found myself walking down this street for no reason, and I saw this piece of paper, and on it, it said “your”. And nothing else.
I saw this girl, her eyes were blue. It was the last day of 3rd grade, and I was watching the clock, waiting for the day to be finally over. I never met this girl before, and never once talked to her. She past me a piece of paper, never said a word, and walked out of my life. I opened up the piece of paper, and it said “own”, and nothing else.
I saw this girl, her eyes were blue. I painted her once. I dont even paint, and dont know why I started to on that particular day. The face I drew was of a girl I had never met nor seen in my life. But something was ever so familiar about her. Once I finished this painting, I signed my name on the bottom of it. But instead of signing my name, I wrote “world” and nothing else.
I was sitting in the library, with a blank piece of paper in front of me. The assignment was to write what we believe to be the meaning of life. I had been sitting there for an hour, just staring at this blank piece of paper. The more I stared at this blank paper, the more depressed I got. Why are we placed on this earth but given no direction and given no path to fallow? Life is like reading a book that has no ending. You just keep reading and reading, hoping that the next page would give you an answer…ANY answer. Its so easy to feel so insignificant, so alone, so lost. I saw this girl, her eyes were blue. She came and sat down beside me. She never looked at me, and never said a word. And within a few moments of having her exist in my world, she was gone. As she walked away, a piece of paper fell out of her bag. I tried to fallow her and give it back to her, but she was gone. I opened up this piece of paper, and on it were written 2 simple little words, “create it”.
I walked home that night with a sense of peace and happiness overtaking my entire body, mind and soul. Its not because I figured out the answer to my question; its because I finally realized that some questions just dont need to be answered.
take no breath for granted in this garden that we’ve planted
all the vines consisting of all the lines we’ve been twisting
with perspective bending reality reflective of trending duality
relief seems destructive with belief so subjective
pacing myself, chasing my “self”, racing myself, facing my “self”
destroying my identity toying with infinity ploying against conformity
my world is conceptual, curled and perceptual, all knowledge is contextual
dusting off the playback, not trusting any contact, just lusting for the abstract
Everybody wants to tell you
About the shaky lawns
Concrete clothing on the river
They steal their water from the north
San Francisco candycotton midnights dancing to greycotton days
Nothing like the golden gardens of
Skin cancer in Los Angeles
Your freckles all look a little bigger
Neyhart was born in the desert sand and made the city on the land
I didn’t know to take the time, he said
Hands they have taken me!
FUCK gossip splays out along the wall like shadows of ghosts, clinging, haunting your energy field, incessantly sticking. sticking to your soul.
it never lets go. its the late night self-criticism, best friend hates my body. life will never be the same again. why can’t i just be simple. who needs stone cold philosophy because ganges jai shri krishna induced charms haunting pleasant memories that once were so sweet, so insightful.
but now, all those things i was have just become chains. chains of inhibition. boundaries. i cant make normal connections anymore. always wanting more. always wanting deeper. why cant i just be simple.
i want to inhale the stars and choke on the dust of all the lives they held.
Not as (delightfully) nonsensical as previous posts, but its a subjective viewpoint which I dont really rationally understand myself. I suppose it is relatable in a way, but it is an irrational way. Everyones irrationalities are unique or, rather, irrationalities make everyone unique.
The words here are all very passionate. :b
So, here I go.
“Have you thought about it yet?”
“No” He said.
“Probably not, if I haven’t by now..” He said
“Why is that?”
“Because the future is behind me, and your grey hair no longer scares me into running backwards. As I grow younger, you will die. Let it be for the last time that we dance entangled with each other. I am letting go, so I can fall far away, somewhere you cannot follow.” He said.
“I’ll see you there.”
“Yes, that you will. I will miss you.” I said.
“I haven’t missed a thing, though I have nothing left to gain.”
“And so forever, will never be the same. The two of us will meet, on the outside of this place.” I said, as I awoke from my life, and slipped discretely into my dreams indefinitely.
I had a wonderful time with Luis Mendelez Jr. during our visit to a Spiritualist Church. Luis is a holistic therapist that recently came to the MSc Transpersonal Psychology and Consciousness Studies program to dedicate himself to research into the effectiveness of spiritual healing in patients with MS. He had his spiritual awakening 11 years ago in a spiritualist church after an experience with spiritual healing. Curious as he is his interest in spiritualism was sparked. Luis first visit to a Spiritualist Church was a special one. A medium told him many things about him and deceased relatives which were not publicly known. This story sparked my interest and that is why I went with him to have a look.
After our arrival the medium made her entrance and I remember that her heart felt as open as the sky. Her eyes were watery and you could see that she was a very sensible person. She soon started calling in apparitions.
During one of the first visits she exploded in tears. Her contact lenses were blown away and this had never happened in her career. She decided to leave it like that. The third or fourth apparition that visited the church consisted of a middle-aged man who came for the boy in light blue shirt. I told her that I was sorry but did not know any middle-aged man that was deceased.
The medium then said it was for the man next to me. She could not know that Luis was a friend of mine because I decided to sit one row in front of him since I wanted a better view. The middle-aged man turned out to be a deceased relative of Luis who had taken his own life. Luis told the medium that his mother had not wanted to tell too much about the details so that he did not know much about him.
The man died unhappy according to the medium. She told us that she would let the man go. And at the moment we switched to someone else I realized that he might have come for me.
I am doing research on bipolar disorder and the man might have had something to tell me about unhappiness. She told me that was a good thing to say and she decided to move on.
The next entity that came along was named Fred. The medium said Fred came for a man in the back of the church. The man whispered something in the ear of the woman next to him and they both had to laugh. Then the medium started laughing as well and asked: “Is Fred a bird?” The man confirmed this and explained how he had just told this to the woman next to him. According to the medium, the bird had a humorous presence.
Because the medium had an easier time communicating with people than with animals we moved on to a dead man who came along with the bird. My attention drifted a bit so I opened my Spiritualist Bible that we received on entering the church. The booklet opened slowly and I let it happen. The first sentence that I saw came from hymn 46: “God speaks to us through birds and songs.” I decided to make this public. I thought it would be much appreciated in this company and I turned out to be right. With my tongue in my mouth I added: “What a coincidence, isn’t it?”
After the demonstration I speak with the medium and tell that her that this is not really my type of thing. It is unlikely that my family will come along because they are more concerned with living things. After having said this I asked her: “Did you know the man of the bird?”
“No I did not know him,” she responded. Then a man came from the toilet and turned up in the doorway opening next to me. “Oh you mean, Martin?” she said. “I know him well.” I remember how this felt very genuine and it proved to me that she really was a warm and honest person. I asked Martin if he could have known the bird. “No, we don’t know each other that well,” he replied.
Afterwards Luis and I take a walk to the car. He tells me how his mother did not tell him much about his brother because he had a heroin addiction. I think that a heroin addiction has nothing to do with bipolar disorder so I was mistaken that he came for me. Later it turned out that Luis wants me to write this down out of respect for his brother and get more awareness for spiritualism and the benefits it can have for people. Just as bipolar people he has a hard time being taken serious. Both Luis and I were intrigued by this wonderful woman that Luis vaguely knows from his place of birth.
You can find Luis his website here: http://silencespeaks.co.uk/. It is a culmination of 12 years of hard work.
Next week during Natalie’s class I wrote down the following quote.
They may be hallucinations if only one person perceives them. However, if more than one person perceives them, they may either be considered to be mass delusions or real apparitions.
@thankyou you can find the original at https://www.highexistence.com/topic/spiritualism-2/.
@yoinkie, I love this!! Reminds me of a song by Red Hot Chili Peppers. “In a world that can be so insane, I don’t think it’s very strange for me to be in love with you. I wanna know more than your brain. Yes I find you so appealing when you show me how you’re feeling. You, my friend, need not be kneeling- open up and start revealing. Trust in me, my heart is whole. I need to see, show me your soul.”
I’m not sure why I still keep it,
but the yellowed sprig of baby’s breath sits
tucked between two pages
of my kimono book
I feel like you wanted me to have it.
I didn’t have flowers on my arm like the other ladies.
When I dropped it you kept giving it back
It was small,
a nothing moment.
But you looked at me
and kept giving it back,
and for a instant
nothing was ever so real,
and nothing was ever so pure,
and the small white blossoms between us.
It was a nothing moment.
Why is it still so clear?
But the worst thing
is that i’m sure you’ve long forgotten,
and it’s too late to even ask you.
A darkened day,
Light beaming quickly
Dust on respirator,
Feeling this tingles
Blowing wind as tears shed
Can’t hold back this time
Concrete breaks and windows red
All souls gone now
Just one young boy
and a black silk figure
Why don’t you cease
This torment on thoughts
Torrent of broken
Torrent of hate and love
Just want to understand
Where the fuck are you
I can’t scream any more
Fear feels stupid
Stupid feels angry
Splashing city lights
Sounds distant winds
Call my name again
Bring me back to sandal wood
I’m here again
The veil is put on
I resume the line
Give me my handouts
I’ll take your advice
Memories are subdued
Life is tame
Ok Ok Ok
I’m here again.
@yoinkie, I dont think anyone got your “quotes”. At least there were no replys..
If you want to put on the blue shoes just make sure you keep your elbows off the table or the grass will grow greener on your own side of the fence. If we keep pushing them down they will always want to eat our food. I saw @thomaschong up there! If a masterpiece was to punch you in the face would you get a black eye? I did. Looking at his post, Who can post prettier pictures on our wall than the ones my head just took while looking at all of your posts. The rest of everything can go as it pleases because im the jigsaw puzzle. This cellular cohesion is making my thought kick. Who let the dogs out?