Every time life throws you a curveball, remember that it also hands you a key to unlock another door. Life - it is a funny thing to contemplate. The depths of life - something I canāt even fathom. All I know is that each time I fall deeper, I hear voices from new heights. Someone is always talking back. Itās like diving into the deepest parts of the sea: the further you go, the more treasure youāre likely to find.
Just as I stumbled into a new pain Iāve never experienced before, just as I thought there was no one there to help, just when my inner bones are stripped naked without any more expectations or norms to hold - I discovered a whole new space within me, one that could only be felt at this depth.
Here, I had a conversation with my alter ego, manifesting as a collective group of energies I call my White Angels. Through their voices, these White Beings reaffirmed my love for writing. Channeling through my emotions, they also allowed me to deeply experience what it means to be human, to truly feel humanity. They reminded me of my forgotten dreams. They were mystic, and my curiosity was piqued. So here I am, compelled to write about them, as they urged me to explore the art of writing itself. I hope my conversation with them continues one day, and I hope you enjoy this piece today!
White Angels,
Unseen, but Iāve heard you -
Heard you, just to know I can feel you
Felt you, so I could see you
Saw you, just to know my eyes are mortal
The mortal eyes that canāt perceive the unseen
But clairvoyance reveals a vision beyond the veil
I can see the worlds in between -
A stream of truth pouring through the knowing eyešļø
Someone is talking back.
My body, a vessel once full
Now empty like like a hollow shell
My mind, where flowers once bloomed
Now the soil is dry, the ground is doomed
An abandoned garden where petals fall
Where twilight and dimness slowly consume.
But my soul, a sky once clouded
My spirit, a well once muddied
Now transparent and cleansed
Like it finally got baptized by the Holy Grail
Spark in the dark
But still trapped in a worn-out suit
A suit perfectly tailored yet become so torn
The bodysuit, where threads hang loosely, waiting to be reborn.
āThe forgotten dreamsā -
Someone is talking back.
White Beings -
The feminine echoing voices
One, two, too manyā¦
Welcome to the start of your journey, Kid
Have you felt enough pain to know this depth?
This depth, where weāll finally meet
You must have dived deep enough to get here
Where noises and illusions can no longer reach
Where air can no longer grasp
Where this conversation can finally speak
Where treasures can finally be searched.
I have been waiting long
Long enough for all your tears to drop
So I can finally absorb, all the teardrops from my own daughter
I am the ocean, Iām your mother
Iām the foundation, Iām the love
All your sorrows, they have not been lost
Deep and wide, I hold them inside
My beautiful, my precious child š¤
I have been waiting long
Long enough for all your struggle to climax
Waves of your pain, crashing on my shore
Every tremors, every heartache, every crack
Iāve been yearning for you to let them go
Let them go in the purpose of what your soul knows.
So here you are, you finally are
Brave enough to decode your software
Bold enough to dissolve your hardware
Breaking boundaries,
Stepping beyond your religions
Pushing through your conditions
Leaping forward the mundane, prosaic, textbook definitions
Understanding what itās like to be human
Humanity, can you see now?
Itās not dull, it is lumen.
So drop your words onto a paper
Spill your thoughts onto a screenshot
Be the notebook, be the typewriter
Any blank screen, clean canvas your timeline encounters
Theyāll hold your stage
Youāll share your voice
Iāll open the way -
For Iāve had a dream for you to write
For youāve had a dream to create for awhile
Not knowing where to seek insights
My dream, your written words
Your dream, my guiding voice
They are all the same; we shall rejoice
All are One
Humanity - we share a universal choice.
Felt every word. Beautiful.