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July 21, 2012
Date With A Demon
Lately, I've been having a terrible dream that I can't wake up from. More or less, I am looking into the room, though I'm not in my body. The room is not lit at all, though it has a dark blue hue to it, and everything is plainly visible. I can feel the time as it passes me by... (This ONLY happens when I go to bed at like 11). At about 12am, my door opens, and there's no one there... Gradually something in the a corner of something walks slowly into view. At more or less 12.30, this... thing is completely visible in the doorway. It's tall, and white... It almost appears to be wearing a white kimono, and a white mask... At 1am, it walks to the bedside, and stands there staring... I can't do anything or wake up, only watch as he stands there... His mask has these red lines running across it, that glow gradually brighter as the ordeal continues... So in effort to rid myself of the dream, I grabbed a bible and a rosaire my grandmothers had given me... Mind you, I'm not a religous person, and do suffer with a bit of confusion regarding what proceeds death; and the whole concept of God, and knowing which one is the right one... More or less I still don't know if this is my insanity, or if what the hell it is; but I'm growing rather curious of it instead of afraid.
In other news, I was talking to somebody today, and we began discussing life goals and what not. They seemed like a noble person, and were telling me how their view of success was living honestly and getting wealthy so they could better their community. It reminded me of my own life goals, and a poem by an Indian cheif that sits pretty near my heart. (Mind it though that this is really two excerpts of the poem rather than the entire thing)
"So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion;respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people...
When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home."
~Tecumseh Poem
I'm gonna try and push out one or two of theese everyweek... Read it if you like, if you don't want to; that's cool too.
 Your Uncle Grandpa · Sat Jul 21, 2012 @ 07:36pm · 0 Comments |
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