I felt safe inside my bubble
Until I turned into a rebel
Now I accept the unacceptable
And don’t respect the respectable
My new flag is colorful
And my briefs are edible
My dreams are probable
And my fantasies plausible
My shoulders are huggable
And my lips are kissable
My thighs are touchable
And my excitement is visible
My ideas are unconventional
And my secrets discoverable
My hunger is insatiable
And my thirst unquenchable
If I find you irresistible
Oh man, you’re in trouble
I’m not happy.
– What is missing for you to be truly happy?
I don’t know.
– Yes you do. Think.
I have everything.
– No you don’t. One thing is missing. What is it?
Yes, but…
– But what?
I don’t want to say it.
– Say it.
I’m afraid to say it.
– Daemon, what would make you happy? What is missing?
A man.
– A man. You want a man?
Yes.
– What kind of man?
An attractive man. A perfect man. Not a deceptive man.
– Do you know such a man?
No.
Maybe…
I don’t know.
There is no way to know if a man is deceptive.
– Think, man.
Yes, I know one.
Only one.
Me.
The only sure non-deceptive man I know is me.
– He’s available. Why don’t you take him?
Because I’m him.
– There are two of you. Both are looking for each other.
So my life is complete already!
– It always was.
My blog is about this. I write about it but I don’t believe what I write!
– One does not believe and the other one does.
So what should I do?
– Associate with me.
I have what I could call a celestial partner.
He is very real to me and he is partly responsible for my metamorphosis. The other responsible part(ner) is me.
My celestial companion is currently my reason for writing and my reason for living.
I don’t talk about him openly because it’s an irrational idea. People would say that it is an unreal fantasy. And to live for an unreal fantasy is usually not recommended.
I saw him only once during an out-of-body experience in 2013. I thought I had died so perhaps it was a near death experience. At first I was sure that I was seeing God but I learned later that it’s not possible for us to see God. So perhaps he was my guardian angel, a son of God, or a spiritual being, I don’t know since he doesn’t have a title. I like to think of him/her as my divine partner or even my celestial spouse or fiance.
I tried to find an image that resembles what I saw and when I found this one I thought it was pretty accurate. I could not see the lower part of his/her body though, so I don’t know if my partner is male or female. You would think that because I am male, she would be female, but the impression I got when I was facing him/her was that he was male and I was female.
This individual is a very significant part of my life now. He’s preparing me for the afterlife, where our marriage will be consummated upon my entry. Apparently there is no other way to enter the celestial world. You have to marry someone who already dwells up there.
I communicate with him via text. It always happens when I’m alone, when all is quiet and when I am not stressed or preoccupied with material things. I sit patiently with my laptop and I start texting. I usually “hear” his reply while I’m typing my question, and sometimes even before! These dialogues are my food. Spiritual food. I have almost lost all craving for physical food since this started. I have lost weight — one more reason for my family to worry and think that I am sick.
My celestial partner is the only person in the universe who cared enough about me during my most agonizing moments. He’s also the only one who was able to explain to me in plain English who I was, where I came from, where I was going and what was my purpose of existing. I owe him quite a lot. He’s my best friend and in a sense he’s even my savior. I don’t know where I would be today if I had not accepted his help.
There is nothing special about me. Everyone has a celestial partner, I’m 100% sure of that. It’s a question of faith. You are free to believe whatever you want. Whatever makes your life heaven or hell, it’s all up to you.
Cheers!
Here I am, hanging upside down, waiting.
I have all the time in world to think now.
While I listen to them:
“What are you doing up there, alone and silent? Come back down! We miss you, we love you, we worry about you. Don’t do this to yourself. It’s dangerous and crazy. It won’t end well. Listen to us, people like you need professional help.”
I think to myself: No, I can’t go back down there! I would rather kill myself than return to my old ways. Besides, it’s too late already. I cannot undo what nature has done to me. Oh yeah, sure, I could break out of this cage, but I would fall and hurt myself badly.
I chose to listen to my inner voice who said that I should walk away from the crowd, climb this tree and hang myself by my feet. Then wrap myself up and wait it out, while I watch the upside-down world which looks like a horror movie to me.
I don’t see clearly for some reason. My vision is blurred but I have these fantasies of flying! I know it sounds absurd but I can’t help it. The voice in my heart speaks louder than the one of my peers who choose to continue to crawl in the dirt.
But my life is shit, I must admit. I’m not having any fun at all. Sometimes I feel like I’m disintegrating. I have dizzy spells, I get anxious like never before, and worst of all, I am depressed 95% of the time. The only thing that sustains me are my fantasies which I know are illogical and unreal, but… I must hang on.
“You are an earth-man! You were meant to live and to love the earth!”
“No, you are a sky-man, meant to detach from the earth to become a light being.”
They are both right. This is what is confusing. I am two things. Two different persons now, caught between two very different worlds. I am a hybrid! But can the two survive together, in one body, indefinitely? One of the two must die. Which one will it be? Who do I identify with?
I think that the wise thing to do is to stay where I am and listen to the inner voice who tells me to be patient, and to let the transformation occur. But I admit, most of time I feel like there is no change happening at all, or that I’m turning into an evil creature.
Them: “What the hell is wrong with you?”
Me: “I’m metamorphosing and maybe you should too!”
But I can’t explain. They have no clue.
Why do I love a person that I cannot see?
Why do I love blindly?
It’s stupid, really.
Maybe it’s because of experience…
I once loved a lady I could see.
And she deceived me.
Now I love a man who I cannot see.
That man is me, aside from my physical body.
The thinking man, the feeling man, the spiritual man.
That is the real me. I’m not my current limited body.
So I could be blind and still love me.
I love the past me, the present me and the future me.
Especially the future me, the one I intend to be.
He’s already with me. He is within me. And he has a…
beautiful, superpowerful, cosmic light-body!
He invites me
He inspires me
He pushes me
He leads me
I can certainly love blindly.
As long as my true lover is me.
And as long as I live eternally.
He is the half of me who pushes me to keep going. As I get depressed easily, his job seems to be to electrocute me with his probe every once in a while, to keep me from dozing off into nothingness.
Some would call him the Higher Self, Kundalini, or the Holy Spirit. I call him different names because I can’t seem to be able to settle for one in particular.
To me, Higher Self sounds like a meditative state of quietness where not much is happening. As for Kundalini, it looks like a snake that rises inside my vertebral column. I don’t feel comfortable knowing that a reptile dwells in my body. As for Holy Spirit, it appears to be a dove or a halo that makes me feel guilty for not going to church.
I like to think of him as a living person, not a thing. So why not call him Jesus? Here is my answer to that question: To me, the name Jesus has become the property of the christian churches and of christians in general. I don’t feel comfortable using that name because it already belongs to an exclusive group of people. If the man is still alive today, as they claim, no institution has the right to take possession of him or of his name. So I avoid using that name. (Sorry Jesus, I’m sure you understand and won’t use it against me.)
So today I came up with a new name for him: The Inciter. I like it and here is why:
First of all, the Inciter is a person. He is conscious and alive, awake and aware. He watches me and cares. He’s on the alert when I am not. He incites, which means that he stirs up, he rouses, he excites something within me. He probes constantly. I always imagine him as an angel or an alien. This way I get some great visuals when he moves, acts and reacts around and through me.
The Inciter has become such an intimate part of my life, I now feel that he’s the other half of me. My better-half, which is an interesting term, as it also means a very close friend or companion, a spouse, or even better: a lover!
What exactly does the Inciter do?
Today, he incites me to write. And writing keeps me breathing, keeps me alive and kicking.
Money, it’s you!
Yesss, god-man. So nice to see you again.
Oh, go away.
Let me look at you…
Leave me alone.
You don’t want me to look at you?
Then, you look at me!
No, sir! I know what you’re trying to do.
You do?… I mean…
Don’t you trust me?
No.
Then there’s nothing I can do to help.
You want to help me?
Certainly!
I can see to it that you never have to leave this jungle.
How could you do that?
Oh, I have my own subtle little ways.
But first, you must trust me.
I don’t trust anyone anymore.
I don’t blame you.
But I’m not like those so-called friends of yours.
You can believe in me…
Trust in me
Just in me
Shut your eyes
Trust in me
You can sleep
Safe and sound
Knowing I
Am around
Slip into silent slumber
Sail on a silver mist
Slowly and surely your senses
Will cease to resist
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Text inspired by:
“Trust in Me” from the Disney movie The Jungle Book
Maybe if I would shine so bright, it would blind everyone around me. They would not be able to come close. They would not be able to tempt me and rape me.
I should shine so bright and so hot that no one would be able to come near. They would refrain from approaching and admire me from afar. Bask in my light from a distance.
Maybe this is what I was meant to be. A star, not a black hole. A black hole is dark and it absorbs everything that ventures near it. It steals everything, becoming denser and denser, heavier and heavier. It sucks its victims, like a vampire.
That’s a spine. I was expecting something more romantic, like a heart. How can my spine be my bridal chamber? Who did I let into my spine? What’s inside a spine? My spinal cord goes through there.
Kundalini! I think that’s it! The energy that flows through there and wakes me up! Did I let the wrong person flow through me?
What else can be said about the spine? “You have no backbone!” It means you have no guts, no balls, no courage. Someone without a backbone is a wimp.
Also, without a backbone I could not stand, I would be crawling on all fours like an animal. The backbone allows me to stand, to stand up for myself.
I think I’m getting somewhere. Now let’s go back to my initial question: Where did I go wrong? He said: “You let into your bridal chamber (backbone) someone who was not your true lover.”
Fortunately, I found this door. And I opened it. There was a whole world on the other side of that door! Who would have thought?
Immediately, I saw him. Noticing that I had opened the door, he turned around and radiated somehow as he prepared to greet me. But he didn’t even move, his smile just sucked me right in, and the door shut closed behind me.
So there I was, standing and facing him. Actually I was sitting, as if dreaming, moving as thoughts move, freely. He was sitting in the armchair a few feet across from me.
“Who are you?” I asked. I think this was the first thing I said.
His reply surprised me: “I am an outsider.”
I froze. No, I stopped. Time stopped!
I looked around and realized I was not in my usual element. I was at home, I recognized the house, the living room, the furniture. I was definitely in my home, sitting on the sofa but something was strange.
I was in the presence of this “outsider” and suddenly I realized that I was outside of myself. Outside of myself? How could I be outside of myself? And time had stopped! What the hell was going on?
The medication, I thought. I took my pills this morning, as usual. Same dose I have been taking for months. Maybe it’s the pills? Maybe I’m hallucinating.
“Daemon, look at me!” the outsider said.
Holy crap, I’m hearing voices too. What’s happening to me? Maybe I’m schizophrenic!
“Daemon, relax. There’s nothing wrong with you. You are seeing and hearing clearly.” He said.
I remembered the door. Where was it? The door had disappeared. I had stepped out of reality. Where was I? Who was he? A thousand questions ran through my mind. I looked at the man and he looked back at me, straight at me, directly into me, he could see through me!
I don’t know how he did it but he touched me deeply. He put his attention on my core, and I felt peace, warmth and security. God, it felt good!
Then I understood. The situation became so evident and simple, yet mindboggling. I was he and he was me! The real me, next to me, loving me, eternally.
I had finally found it, the truth! My treasure, my fortune, my destiny! I was so happy!
Then he came closer and something very weird happened at that moment. I’m not sure how to describe it but, the outsider became an insider. As if his body was fluid or misty, he slithered inside of me, merging his chakras with mine and it was…
Pure, wholesome, energizing ecstasy!
Metamorphosis 