Adventume

They shall never again break the rapid current of fire that is my soul!

For there was a time when I thought of my shackles as feeling comfortable.

There was a time indeed, when being held captive in my own misery seemed to be my standard of existence.

But no!

Alas, my truest calling has illuminated the ties that once bound me to such eternal dread and despair.

For it was presented to me through the astral realms in dreamtime.

The light has set me on course towards the path of true freedom and liberation! But to truly know the power of thy light which awaits to beacon internally, one must have the courage to brace the fullnesss of darkness, that tends to loom eeriely around thy former self.

For a number of countless nights I have endured a haunting of sorts.

It all seems to begin the same way, where I go to sleep for a couple of hours and then restlessly find myself up in the middle of the night, only to toss and turn at my bedside, wishing despertely to go to sleep, yet the whispers of the most hiddeous force of darkness imaginable crowd my mind with a haunting jibberish of sorts, as phantom touches with no true physical origin busy themselves all over my vulnerable body.

Night after night I forbid such a force from impeding upon my rest, and each and every night I found myself feeling the same, filled with a bizarre internal emotional concoction of anger, frustration and the most primal earth shattering predator-prey fear imaginable.

I would awake to each day feeling drained, uninspired and furious that my sense of peace and sanity seemed to be compromised by some lunatic phantom sucubus.

Each night I felt so powerless, feeling as if I were stoned to my own bed, not able to move a single muscle; feeling as if I were the truest emobdiement in that moment, of fear itself.

Even attempting to take a breathe with hopes of lightening the situation only has proven to result in a feeling that equates to such an overhelming sense of heaviness, only to feel beaten down further by my own suppressed doubt and resentment.

I have tried to summon for help, my mouth opening its lips, but words failing to be produced under what feels like some sort of spell of obedience and complacency.

For I am my only savior, so it twas my conviction to act from the highest of perspectives; to recall that which flooded my existence before such a descent into a world of such density.

But alas the darkness begins to be cracked, piece by piece by such a radiant force of eternal light!

I am like that of the Jedi, utilizing thy force within to bear the mighty sword of light, only to be penetrated boldly through the blackest hearts of ignorance!

In doing so I recall that my truest form was that of a gentle nature, like that of a graceful ripple of the waves of the sea amongst the ever impeding furosity of the great big dark storm clouds that seemed to loom over each day with such an overwhelming presence of heaviness and confinement.

Alas the sweet song of spring and daylight began to pierce through the former heavy bearings of the winter’s night,

And in doing so I found an almost hidden since of courage and boldness, that presents itself to be a force of pure alchemy in which the former scenes of darkness that once haunted all of my senses, are finally replaced by an abundance of light which illuminates a seemingly eternal landscape of green rolling hills. Like that of a golf course, only there are no people or things within miles and miles of the eyes’ gaze.

I continue to grace such a landscape from a curious point of elevation, in which it feels as if I am in some type of air craft that hovers only a few feet over the terrain in which I bear such wonder to.

The trip continues until suddenly I am met with the image of a mighty grey stoned castle. It’s as if it were straight from the tales of the old knights.

I enter the castle, as I find myself staring at the bottom of a staircase that winds in an upward direction.

As I follow the winding staircase, my feet striking the surface of each grey stoned step, only to be met by a witch who dwells inside the room upstairs in which all steps lead.

She wears all black, her face not clearly seen, on her head is a pointed hat.

She looks into my being with her faceless face, for I have arrived to my final destination, it's as if the promise land has finally been revealed, as I shift ethereally into an eternal spark of essence that was never really meant to be confined to any true shape or form.

The image of the witch fades increasingly into the back drop of the stone castle walls, until she vanishes from sight completely.

In a state of such wonder, I step a few feet forward, to where I witnessed the witch, only to bear witness to a window that bore such a view of the surrounding landscape.

All that appeared around me was like that of an incomplete canvas, awaiting to be devloped.

And thus, so it was, I was thrusted into an epic ending that became transmuted into a grand new begining, just patiently awaiting to finally heed thy call of the holliest of souls.