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The image is of a chord extending from the crown of my head, up into the Cosmos. Commune
I dream very vividly, and in the dreams I am found to hold information for people. Others are impressed with my gained knowledge and my ability to articulate it.
But having insight has a price. Isolatiion. My bond, link to others is distant, cold. My emotions are minor to my mind and mental capacity.
I can understand situations, see past the ignorrance, schemes, mystery that baffles others. My intuition guides me like a knife, to cut through the veil.
Do I see to much?
The world is in a tough place, and seeing it brings futility, futility brings depression.
People seem to seek me out in the material plain for answers to questions, insight to their lives. I hold spontaneous counsel. I help them, bring them understanding, a taste of my mind.
I am lonely/distant
My DNA is calling home, and for a while I am alien to my human self, as my perception rises high. |
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