I shit you not, and it could have been even more... "out there" I mean. What happen was, I felt disturbed as I usually do and so I went to write about it, but I couldn't get it out. I needed to feel and capture that feeling but I kept jumping back from corny poetry to analysis. and I just said to myself, this is it my last chance.. just bleed... just write something real, I made motions to pushing out the feeling and started to type. This is what I wrote, and as I wrote it I was, not inside me anymore I swear! I swear I wasn't! I just kept typing.. just trying to feel my exact existence.
"For purpose. I sit here in space. In actual space and manipulate the molecules around me uncontrollably. They move with each unconscious dynamic power I admit unknowingly. The force is too true to be recond with and as I sit here and notice my existence is as it is. With all it's meaning or lack there of. I find I am no longer myself. These hands typing are not my own. This body is not mine and I do not inhabit it. What the hell is that? AN illusion! A trick, am I not bigger then the stars them selves with my sentience?! Do I not harness the power of a God at my finger tips, am I nothing more than death in slow motion. Time turns but I swear I do not turn with it. I swear I am still and yet numbers move in a burdening effecting way. Each second bulling on the stubborn branches of my chest. Waking me to breath a real breath. To come back to what fools call reality, this is not real. This is a lie. I try to embrace the romance of the settling, the tears falling down, the heavy breathing. But hear I am back on my feet. In this fake trap were all in. In the answered zone. It seems freedom can only be found in the mysteries we can not manipulate. -A holy moment."
I cried three tears as my "consciousness returned". More tears then I've cried in years in one setting. I know it was in my mind but there was something else, I can't explain. It was as if ...the more I thought about being outside myself the more I actually was. I coxed myself in and out with descriptions of my own reality... I can't even put it in to words really. It was more than I was looking for when it comes to "cathartic experiences". Really just felt like I needed to share that. wow.
I wrote this earlier when trying desperately to describe this vague feeling in me. "We have with in us the ability to touch the untouchable." That was the manifestation of that. Our imagination is more than what we believe it is really. We think it's just in our heads it's not. It's not. Oddly as I'm typing this ..I've become profoundly emotionally attached to this subject.
Maybe I'm just going insane.
VicariousE
Last night while atypically touring the weird parts of YouTube, I found an hour long story done by JordanD http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DwCaZaSon9A
It all makes so much sense.
beastkid7
I got 20 min in, I'll have to finish it later but Jordan D is a very interesting fellow. I just wish that truth was a given and I didn't have to search so hard for it. True belief isn't based soly on theory.