During a time when the moon appeared twice as large as it does in modern times there was a king who ruled a vast empire. His dominion spanned from one end of the earth to the other on land, in the seas, and in the air. His name was many, so many that his name was unpronounceable.
During a time when the oxygen levels on the earth was many times higher than they are in modern times, everything and everyone grew to enormous sizes and lived far longer. The vegetation was extremely rich in minerals, proteins, and vitamins and their colors were exquisite.
During this early earth period of time, a daughter is born in a crystal palace at the bottom of the near ocean, coinciding with the birth of a son fathered by the ruler who has a difficult name to write down and say.
The waters of the earth undulate in either gentle or violent wavelike motions when the child of the near sea laughs or cries. When the daughter of the bottom of the sea has a temper, a swirling wind forms at the top of the sea having no regard of how much tempest it cause on land or water as it moves according to the currents of her wishes.
With powerful winds the wishes of the daughter of the crystal palace fell upon the home of the ruler of the earth with ferocity, so much so, that no one in the area felt they would endure it. The moments seemed endless, and many nerves were shattered by the fierce aggressiveness of the storm.
At last, exhausted dramatized people begin to appear from their shelters. Some cursed the daughter of the near sea while most heaved a sigh of relief and thankfulness.
A council of elders formed in the badly damaged home of the ruler of land, sea, and air. A decision is reached by the elders that nature should be placed under the jurisdiction of the ruler with the unpronounceable name. At this time the daughter of the waters and the son of the ruler with the unverbalizable name had come of age.
The son of the ruler of the earth was given the task of subduing the daughter of the bottom of the sea. His task was made simple because everyone knew that she lived in a crystal palace at the bottom of the near sea.
What tactic will he use to constrain her temper; the strong-arm approach that a self-deluded upstart heathen will use, or understanding, agreement and harmony that comes with being earthly inhabitants for millenniums.
Her dominion is the universal seas. Her habitation is on a solar orb called the Earth. Her spirit is in the waves of the waters. Her power is unlimited. Her nature is whatever she choses it to be.
This is who the son of the ruler of the earth must confront. The daughter of waves and seas is who he must induce, persuade, convince, and satisfy. Can he, do it?
She appeared out of nowhere and disappeared into where she came from. The only evidence that she exists is in my heart and mind where she will always live as long as I am alive.
When I awaken from sleep the memory of my dreams go away. I try to recover them to no avail. Even the dream I was having just before awakening from sleep has gone away.
And she appeared to me from a misty shadow. A misty shadow that appeared suddenly. Suddenly the misty shadow is here, and quickly the misty shadow is gone.
Suddenly she is here and suddenly she is gone. She has gone into a place where dreams form. She has gone into a place that was not here before.
She has gone into a region where only dreams reside. A region of forming dreams that vanishes when I awaken from sleep. A region linked to the hippocampus, the neo-cortex, and the amygdala where memories are stored.
Gone into a region where neurons communicate with aspiration and imagination, where there is the potential of infinite memory and where she will always live even when my dreams are seemingly forgotten.
In the ether or aether is where she lives as the first element or quintessence beyond the terrestrial sphere. Where she lives from remote times long before medieval science evolved. In this sphere she has always existed and will ever live.
In my mind she is the pinnacle of my dreams that are formed either when I am awake or asleep. I have no questions to ask because she is the total answer to any and all of my questions.
Therefore, her answers are always pleasing to me, giving me confidence for the present and the future. It matters not that she appears as a nebulous image created by my psyche and mentality because she is definitely not a delusion formed by wishful thinking on my part.
She appears, and she is real. So real that I can feel the warmth and the softness of her skin in my sleep. Even more, she has a delightful affect/effect on my mood and attitude. And then, she is gone leaving me with a wonderful afterglow.
This is because she exists in the delicate space between reality and dreams. So, she is not gone as long as I live and when I live no longer in the material sphere, I will be where she is, loving her for ever more.
I know that I must be dreaming, but I am wide awake and not asleep. Gentle thoughts parade through my mind. Thoughts that seem to have no dimension of time. Delicate thoughts of you and I in a place that only dreams can make.
Completeness has taken hold and the void that I used to feel inside is no more. I could not have made a wish, and I never imagined this could happen to me. And should I not believe it, all I have to do is look at you.
How beautiful is this new state of mind that encompasses me, filling me with that long sought after sense of being. It’s all about your eyes and even more about your smile when you look at me. Emptiness and loneliness are overturned and today is no longer moments passing away.
If I am dreaming, then let me sleepwalk straight into your arms. Let me know and not just believe that you love me. It is amazing how a moment can be so different from the moment before. Light to darkness and darkness to light, then everything is bright.
I am wide awake, but could I be dreaming? It is too real to be a daydream and too wonderful to be a hope. You must be. You are. And together we will. Not by force of mind but by soft whispers and many embracing touches.
I suppose there are many who go through life without experiencing true love. I wonder if there is any such thing as true love. There is no way to take ourselves out of the equation. How can love in its purest form be measured?
I have no answers and many questions, but I do have a firm foundation to build upon and that is my feelings for you. I cannot explain the mysteries of the universe, but I can convey what I feel when I look at you or hear your voice.
And that in its simplest form can only be described as love. Dreams in whatever form is for the living which I was not, only existing in a structure of life until I found a reason for living. It may be an illusion of how I want things to be, and if that is so, I will hold onto it as firmly as possible and not let go.
A stroll in the dark, relaxing in the park, a few hours at the beach, the sound of your steps as you walk towards me, all brings me dearer to cosmic harmony and a life experience that I can only cherish and harbor in a special place in memory.
I want to dwell within the secret quarters of your most intimate thoughts to comfort and nourish them. To explore the realms of joy in the tones of your voice. To be your pleasure that has more value than treasure. And to be with you when you need someone to be close.
I only want to be close to you and know that you care for me. I know that I must be dreaming, but I am wide awake and not asleep.
The Ongoing End of The World Hoopla in A Gaseous Fart.
Throughout human history, there have always been people who passionately predict the end of the world and the downfall of humanity.
The idea of death and destruction is inherently fascinating to those not directly involved, leading each generation to produce individuals who claim to have mystical insights into the future.
These self-proclaimed seers go by various names like prophets, channelers, remote viewers, shamans, spirit guides, mediums, and alien emissaries found all over the world.
These people want to be regarded as elevated above the average human hordes and compensated in some way for being so generous in sharing their unique gifts with the common folk.
There are cosmic vibrations, sounds, frequencies, and luminosities that hold a vast array of information that can be tapped into if an individual syncs themselves to and into these properties.
It can be suggested that the past, present, and future are cyclical events recorded within different spheres of consciousness.
They can be accurately decoded by someone who can momentarily break out of material bondage and elevate themselves to a higher plane of cognitive existence.
Self-proclaimed Prophets
Self-proclaimed prophets in Western cultures are primarily driven by greed, self-promotion, the desire for recognition, pride, and contempt for people, other cultures, and social norms to declare knowledge and information they do not have.
Some Christians embrace apocalyptic beliefs because of their conviction in the rapture doctrine, which leads them to feel unique, chosen, and set apart from all other people on earth.
I am not a prophet, seer, or shaman, but I can predict with absolute certainty that the end of one world and the decline of a specific humanity will occur when my body finally ceases to function.
I, unlike many who claim to have special knowledge, cannot predict when bugs and worms will consume me. Hopefully, they won’t mind a bitter aftertaste if they do decide to take a bite.
The Platians, Nibiru, Flat Earthers, and the Anunnaki all fit into the same category as the Christians, Jews, Muslims, channelers, and alien abductees. They are all seen as liars, either willfully or due to self-delusion.
These people are so self-absorbed that they constantly make themselves look foolish by making endless predictions that never come true.
They crave attention and seek admiration from naive individuals. They consume others’ thoughts and feed on their energies.
I believe that part of why people are fascinated by doom is that there is a desire within us to see the destruction of planet Earth and all its life forms.
We are spiritual beings, but we have lost touch with our spiritual nature, leaving us feeling incomplete and disconnected. This emptiness is filled with hatred and conflict, and we long for an end to this imperfection.
The point of all that has been discussed is simply that life goes on and everyone will eventually face the end of the world and the end of their life.
Despite not having any special powers or connection to otherworldly beings, I predict that every living person will experience the end of the world.
This prediction is based on evidence, not on falsehoods or wishful thinking.
Following each of their deaths, I saw a radiant orb of light appear, swiftly travel along the ceiling, and then vanish into the wall.
I felt a strong sense that these orbs were manifestations of my mother and grandfather, as if they were trying to communicate with me.
I am resolute in my belief that my loved ones transitioned from one form of existence to another, and that my grief did not distort my perception.
In laboratories around the world, many people are actively working to bring to fruition the predictions made by certain individuals.
HIV and AIDS are seen as just trial runs for what these individuals have planned and are ready to release upon the world at what they consider to be the opportune moment.
The Vigilantes
I use the term “vigilantes” to describe them because they seem to have the mindset of an unruly mob that wishes to harm every person on Earth.
Of course, they will also target those who cannot be harmed with conventional weapons, such as bullets, bombs, chemicals, and viruses.
They may even try to create human-animal hybrids, despite the fact that such fabricated creatures are not able to reproduce and are destined for extinction, as showed by ancient history.
It’s important to remember that a little knowledge can lead to a lot of trouble. When individuals meddle with things they don’t fully understand, they are like infants trying to force the wrong pieces into a new puzzle and risk harming themselves.
The world we live in may be just an illusion or a small part of something greater. It’s like a dream or maybe a nightmare. This is why most things we see are like pieces of a puzzle that don’t quite fit together.
Our minds often see things the way we want to, not the way they really are, which can lead to unrealistic beliefs.
Short-term goals and events like sunrise and sunset are clear and simple. But long-term goals and the overall meaning of life are less clear.
It’s hard to know for certain why life exists and what its purpose is. It seems like life doesn’t have a clear, underlying purpose.
It seems that the original passage is a philosophical reflection on the impermanence of life and the concept of time. Here’s a rewrite to make it clearer:
The Planet Earth
The planet Earth will continue to thrive long after its current life forms have disappeared without a trace. Despite our perception of time, there is no guarantee of tomorrow.
We, as finite beings, should acknowledge our limited understanding and avoid causing harm and destruction.
I live my life with vivid dreams of you, and if only my vivid dreams of you will come true. In my dreams of you I find peace and contentment. A peace and a contentment that only comes with the thoughts of you. As close as they are and as far away as they are, the reality of my visions places me next to you. Close beside you, even as close beside you as touching me.
My vivid dreams of being with you are dreams that I hope will come true. As true as holding you in my arms and as real as a soft kiss to your palms. Is it possible that you may feel the same as I do? That you dream of being close to me as I dream of being close to you. If this is so, then let both of our dreams come true. Let both of our dreams become a kiss in the dark, and bright and shining eyes in the sunlight.
My life is as empty of substance as it is filled with the hope of a relationship with you. You’re caring for me is the substance that fills an empty life and brings hope to a rewarding maturity. A rewarding maturity that brings hope to life in a fixed place that cannot be shaken, and bends only far enough whereas not to be broken.
I have no secrets that cannot be clearly explained, and I have no thoughts of you that should cause me any shame. My respect for you as a person and as a woman is beyond reproach. As pristine as the galaxies orbiting within the blanket of space. As nourishing and caressing as the life-giving stars. As pure as a whisper of love into your ear. As faultless as my dreams of having you nearby.
Criticize me if you like for wanting the best. Judge me for more or for less for dreaming grandiose dreams and having lavish visions of whom I consider to be the perfect one. The perfect one for me in intelligence, looks, and figure. The one in whom I feel so relaxed and comfortable in her company. The one whose conversation is engaging and entertaining. The one whose smile makes love to me. Say whatever you may as I take her hand and we walk away into the sunlight of our divine.
My vivid dreams may be ambitious but the one I am dreaming of is very impressive aspiring me to obtain the cradle of my heart. An aspirant without delusion. A want to be without confusion. A wishful at the beckoning of her finger. A falling to the knees kissing her in prolonged intimacy. A reason to put aside believing and live in the confidence of knowing.
Rest quietly with pleasant thoughts whether asleep or awake. The moment is coming when loneliness is broken, and fulfillment will appear in dazzling splendor. The soft deliberate steps approaching is the end of dreaming and the beginning of ecstasy in the heavenly realms of her companionship. And this will be so until the stars blank away into nothingness.
