My Place of Reality…#82


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My Place of Reality…

 

I have spoke of horrifying things, are these

words built from understanding? I am neither

a coward nor a saint, my thoughts are clear,

my plan open to change. There are times when

I live in that “Outer Place”, where no one can

get to me, where no one knows me, where I will

not be bothered by human drama.
There is no place that I can flee; I fear I was born

too early or maybe too late. At night I dream of

Heaven, traveling from star to star. Do I have a

wish in that dark realm… yes, there looking toward

Earth I see the creation. Heaven was not open to me,

nor was Hell; the dream, the darkness of night, mine

was a strange descent into my place of reality.
Within the dream of reality I search for truth,

following a dark stream to the bottom of the

sea, and it is there that I find a blessed place to

dwell. The place that I dwell is not for the faint

hearted, it is on this path that I find true worth,

and within time I may find the creative divine

entity that I may follow. There are no more

delays to this life. I must travel forward on this

hard and dreadful way of learning life’s lessons,

before I return home.

 

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