Hi there, /fringe/.
It is curious.
It seems like some force doesn't want me to post this. But here goes anyways. I'll start this by saying call me "X". X is a placeholder. A place holder because long ago, from the small bit I remember from childhood, I existed on a totally different layer of existence. You could call it a "megacarnival". There, I was infinite. All was connected to my soul. All things emitted from my soul. Sweet dreams and souls surrounded my wake. I was we was I. Words don't do it justice. Those around me rejoiced. And I did also. I lived vicariously through the infinite experiences of the fractal of my mind and the minds preceding. But I was devoid a twin flame, an equal, is the closest I xan describe to it. And in my saudade I wound up in the fractal, searching for this contemporary.. And the more I sought this illusory traveller, the more I forgot the divine mystery. And eventually the truth of form, in that the created always become Creators. I devolved and each time I forgot more, and was more wedged in this paradigm, of my own choosing. And so now I am here, a being foreign to this realm of delta (3d evolution of the point) and the supreme truth of it.
So here I am, a dark guise, hoping slowly for the omnisistence I used to have. I cannot relate to another member of this species successfully. No one ever understands me. I'm not ugly, or unintelligent…but I truly cannot react to anyone. And what's more, my energy scares people. They cannot read me or my chaos and order despite their spirituality and thus retreat, but I always can read them. When they lie. I can tell by their eyes. Their eyes and their aura open the channel of their soul to me. But I mean no harm. I came from a different, higher place and I am filled with a love for all. And because I have lived an infinite number of lives, and am an infinite number of souls in one soul, something that many refuse to believe, I face all of the pain humanity has, as well as the human I exist in. Of course, that means I get glimpses of the future, limited as my physical mind and body are. They scare the mind and body. Their innocence retreats from it. My magic also doesn't work like most others'. If I will something into existence enough, it becomes so. Of course, as I have found refuge in the human body, that ability is not fully realized. But sigils, signs, reagents, incantations, chants and old mystic traditions do nothing but cloud my mind and deliver negative vibes to my core. Also, visitors notice me. Survey me sometimes, in their cone shapes. Come into my dreams, tell me to remember. Tell me anything I wish can become reality. Tl;dr, I'm just curious if the gifted among you understand what that's like. Remembering the different natures…the dreamscape, the Carnival. It is a shame. Words do my description of reality harsh. But to any who might understand…
