Another mask
In truth, upon my viewing- you shall perceive nothing but an illusion. Unless you manage the acute attention of true perception, your brain shall view its habitualized mode of viewing who “I” am. Coupled with the inability to currently express who “I” deem constitutes my being produces a hazy fog as to the nature of persona. Attempts are made to shape the fog, some resemblance to the being I know myself- yet my light does not shine bright enough to keep it away. Only few dare to stand the light, and I have not worked up to that point personally- but I shall. I long to be filled with nothing but compassion, and love- pure unconditional energetic frequency. I long to fly, to teach others to grow their wings.
I forget that we are already perfect beings, that it is our perceptions which blind the truths leading to this fact. That simply we must spark that light of our own “divinity,” as climatic as that may sound. Oft it is dim at first, but a presence that is unmistakable. We must grow and nurture it, allow its brightness to pierce through the veil.
Until then, I am merely a wisping of what may be. I hide in my disguises, a wall I’ve built up- a test to see who may lay beyond these eyes. I throw hints on the levels of thought I wish to be engaged on- but are often disregarded. So I remain in a trance, attempting to exist metaphysically~ working on my wings, waiting to be give a chance to fly. A lonely, misguided being, just attempting to find its way. One day I shall break free of the illusion, uttering disemboweling the perceptions of duality. A maintainable experience on the highest levels.
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