Open your Mind...
Warning: Do not read if you are weak minded. Do not read if you are easily offended or just plain stupid. Because whomever reads this, you are about to take the pill. Which one depends on how open your mind is to reality. You finding this was no accident. It’s time for a reality check because you have been on facebook too much.
I want to thank the medium in which I was able to produce this. I am damned lucky.
Something happened to you a few nights ago. You had trouble sleeping. You were thinking of someone. You turned over but couldn’t shake a strange feeling in your stomach. You licked the roof of your mouth, remember? Do it now….It will help you remember more clearly how your tongue just wouldn’t sit comfortably in your mouth after that. Your mouth went dry. Suddenly some of you was cold, and some of you was not. It was the oddest of feelings. Remember that person you were thinking of? Think about them harder. Can you recall their eyes? Can you see them entirely? Now imagine they are leaning over you, as if to put the blanket around you and kiss your forehead. Think hard…imagine….Think harder….If you can’t imagine this, don’t continue, this is where you stop. But if you can almost feel their hands tuck the blanket around you, their warm breath near your face…you are getting closer.
Can you recall the next morning? It’s simple, routine, cut and dry, right? The same day as always. Except it wasn’t. That’s your mind protecting you. The mind is so great. Denial, our friend, denial. It keeps us safe and warm in our beds, doesn’t it?
You didn’t turn over after your mouth went dry. You were not safely tucked in by someone familiar, at first, either. That feeling you can almost recall is the nurse. She isn’t kissing your forehead. That whisper was the sheet being pulled over your head. If you think hard, can you actually almost remember the sirens screaming? Someone else screaming? It was you, then it wasn’t you….If you are able or almost able to imagine this, keep going, you are ready for the truth. If this seems like a weird story, stop here. For YOU reading this was no accident. It was meant for you to find when you were ready. Think of where you found it…your mind is reaching to recall, imagine, replace, find safety yet seek truth. It’s going to be okay. You can stop safely here and move on.
Remember the whisper as the sheet was pulled over your head? You had trouble sleeping. Then you fell asleep but there was a fire. It rushed through the house like backdraft. It skipped the closed doors of the other rooms. But your door was open just a little. And the fire whispered in so fast. It burned you so fast you were cold. You screamed for a moment. But mercifully, that fire stole your scream and you were gone.
What you are doing now, it’s not quite the same world you had. You have been put back here, but you are not quite the same. Your mouth still goes a little dry. People seem harder to touch, you can touch them, but it just seems like the walk is a little further. That is the leftover feeling from being dead, gone. The sheet was pulled above your head, your burnt body a sad corpse not viewable in a coffin. But you didn’t make it to your coffin, did you?
Think hard. Try to recall. That someone you were thinking of…they are actually very special. They put you back. They tucked you in, kissed your head. Time rewound and erased the screams. All that’s left is the memory of trouble sleeping. Turning over. Your tongue not sitting quite right against your cheek. That person can’t tell you what they really are. But now you know. Because you can trust me. Because I am you. I wrote this letter, thankful for the grace to have the medium and ability. You were dead. And you were put back, for a reason. Now you must protect the angel. Because they gave up something to put you back. They are going to die. Because they put you back. And I am here, I am you, to tell you to save them. They need love, nourishment, friendship. They might start slipping into madness, a painful cost for saving you. But they saved you. And I cannot continue to write as I am you, and you are going to look up and around after reading this and we will return to one again. Once in a while when you get that odd quiet feeling, that is me, you, trying to find a comfortable place in your body. Because being put back sometimes makes the body uncomfortable. Going back like that has a cost. Now the angel is going to die. Will you save it? Trust that this is no joke, no accident, no strange story. Not just a mindfuck. If you look at how you came to read this, you will see how it all adds up. No one can remember the fire, because everything was undone. But you MUST remember! You must remember ALL of this! And trust me…because I am you.
Sincerely,
Your soul
â’¸ PinkRebel 2015
