Betrayal

Certain admissions bear too much weight to be carried by simple casual conversations; things that we attach the most guilt, spilling out the pain that you contracted from years of negative relationships, the rejections we face as adults. Multiplying as we age...

The frustration, the drama, the negativity that we adapt to throughout our existence. This is just one more thing to define our identity. We are the products of our accomplishments, just as much as we are the result of a flaw or shortcoming.

When most people allow themselves to open up, they are reaching out. It is no more a confession than a plea for help that could be interpreted as a sign of weakness. To expose a part of yourself that is vulnerable, is rarely considered safe in casual waking life. Most people will use your grief against you to balance their own fragile teetering. However, if someone should allow themselves to let their guard down in this respect, with trust. The appropriate response would be to treat it as a stroke of luck, a blessing and display of comfort or friendship. A chance to see someone as they truly are is rare. An offering to be revered and treated with respectful discretion.

To take advantage is betrayal.

What I saw changed my Life.

I went out there.

With courage and the will to glimpse into the inexplainable. I left this plane.This world. What I saw, I almost couldn't fathom. It seemed like all information was flowing through me at once. The most beautiful colors, every language and symbol. all forms of light and art flowing in a constant stream of intelligence. Organized random sensory symmetry.

It was a vast, complex, intricately calculating vision. It required all of my knowledge and physiological being to be able to approach or comprehend what I was witnessing. I wanted to interact with it, but it seemed so strange. It seemed more intelligent than I, that I didn't dare try to communicate with it.

As I slowly left the vision. I was approached with what at first seemed like an organism whose structure was created by some sort of advanced technology. It looked like a giant sperm cell with tentacles, strange colored lights and screens within its' cell walls. It approached me, and at first I thought it was a spirit or some alien ghost of some sort, but I really didn't know.

I was just watching it, watch me.

I slowly came to the conclusion that this was an imaginary representation of what my spirit is. I had witnessed it and even though it seemed alien at first, it was something in me I had never seen before. My other.

Not even in my wildest dreams...