Cockeyed I sit in my chair, the spring and ball joint turning the seat slightly, I turn my keyboard to one side so it aligns with my position. There is work to be done and although I know the end goal, I do not focus there as I proceed. It will be just as it should, in due time.
They’ve fallen away, those who are uncomfortable with all of this. They rest in what they’ve known and this is perfect for them, for now. I continue on my way, moving forward with what I must do. This does not mean I love them less, far from it.
This journey is a dance, sometimes we have a partner, and other times we only have the wind. Spinning, the hairs of the head are lifted, just as the spirit is too. A lightness permeates the flesh and everything within it.
It is said that thought is near the same as actual doing. As I envision a time and a place and what goes on there, it is real … in my mind, and I rest knowing that this is exactly as it ought to be. Since I have this power, I create pleasant circumstances which bring peace to my life. I collect these vital memories, these creations, and I hold them near for there will be a time in which they will come in quite handy, even more so than in this present moment.
I’ve been there … I’ve dwelt in this place you think of. Now, I choose this place, for the time being. Don’t look at me that way, sly, out of the corner of your eye. It seems you have difficulty believing me. It is okay, trust has been stripped from the average mind, and even those who are quite beyond average.
Heightened senses unite that which was separated. Intensity is picking up. Terrifying to some, perhaps all. There are those who come out of it, and those who never do, at least while in body.
Here we are. I write and you read. Maybe not at the same time, yet our ‘attention’ has been placed here just the same. Sharing this space we are closer than ‘light years’ yet bridging this gap can seem quite impossible. It is getting easier though.