Dream states are altered consciousness
and I know this
but the theory is immortalized as I slip into the abyss.
a white noise app fills the silence of the night. I pick familiar sounds to soothe my slumber-a crackling fire, a heavy rainstorm, roaring city streets. They envelop me in warmth and nostalgia.
I drift, closer to sleep.
Continue reading “Every Night I Am Not Here”
When you already feel a million years old in your soul, it’s hard to want to grow old.
My chance to watch the world in wonder has already walked away from me.
Now, I look with grief stricken eyes.
Continue reading “Past, Present, Future.”
Accessing my higher consciousness is a rather particular process. I picture my name. It holds so much power. I imagine my energy, a feeling like rods of cold glass, coursing through me. I begin to buzz. I am aware of my clothes touching my skin and I can taste the inside of my mouth. My hands are heavy and clumsy. My solar plexus feels warm. That’s when I know.
Continue reading “I asked and I received: a testament to the power of the mind.”