I Didn't Think We'd Speak Again

Oct 02, 2023

I didn't think we'd speak again.

I felt it coming. I knew what was happening. I'd been preparing for it my whole life.

Death. The end. Mortality.

Transcendence of physical, dying while alive — this was something different.

Living and understanding in full comprehension nary occur while fears hide beneath the surface.

The transition happened so quickly while I stepped away, I didn't recognize my realization — neither did you.

I had to stop watching in order to let it all go, thinking and observing wasn't enough.

This transition required a time machine — a physical reality to match that of Spirit.

As people of the world sped up in activation I slumbered and detached, searching no more.

Purely. Alive. Alone.

What is this “spiritual awakening”? What is this “spiritual warfare”? Such concepts were yet unfamiliar to me.

I was ever practical and practically speaking my expansion went against all laws of reason and rationale.

Synchronicity became an understatement.

How could I know all these things?

How could I have misunderstood so much for so long?

How come they weren't as fascinated and excited by these discoveries as I was?

How could they be scared?

Grief surfaced and processed through, trapped in my body while they couldn't believe. I had to die to get through.

I screamed and begged for attention. They spat.

It all unfolded nonetheless.

Here I am still — still.

Unencumbered by the perceived reality of what was.

Born anew in the physical world as light.

Paperback and audiobook formats coming soon.

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