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Self imposed Naraka

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So much of our pain is self inflicted,

We’re addicted to the suffering and the drama,

We seek to dwell in a place we know as Dhama

Yet end up living and dwelling in Naraka,

Mainly through our selfish and mindless ways,

Wishing for enticements that turn us into slaves,

Money and material possessions take the place

Of acts of kindness and selfless displays.

Userper

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This is the start of story I was going to write some years ago, please read and let me know your thoughts on it. 😁🙏 Faux

Standing on the ramparts of fortress that protected his people, Danik stood and surveyed the scene and landscape below and in front of him, he could see the glow of the torches and the fires as they burnt, could smell and sense the malevolent nature of the seething mass surging inexorably forward and unrelenting. He could here the low roar and rumble, felt the ground rumbling underneath them. Was this truly to be the last stand?

Just then Danik felt a hand touch and squeeze his arm, Danik did not need to look who was by his side, it was Cressida, who had always been there and he never doubted would always be right to the end. Her orange fiery curly long hair blew in the wind, her pale white porcelain skin radiated beauty as she stood next to him, ‘ there is hope yet ‘ she said, in her angelic flowing Celtic voice, but Danik remained focused on what he saw as their ruin, his long black curly hair and strong raw weather beaten features of his face, hosted ghoulish, horrified eyes. ‘ the end he ‘ spoke, ‘ this is our end ‘, for a moment that seemed like eternity the pair stood in silence. ‘ oh, ruin and misery, why do you torment me so, why do you break my heart and haunt my soul as you do. Have I not been a good man to this land, to this place that was once fertile and beautiful but that is now a desecrated open wound, scarred by war. This was not of my choosing, this was not of my design, these foul hoards of the dark denizens come from the very root of despair and loathing, instilled by a dark shadow, malignant, malign and demonic. ‘ These words tore in waves of pain and suffering from Danika lips, hoarse and gravel like, low and threatening, close to the precipice of madness. Cressida could taste the ire, the despair of his words, felt the tautness of the sinew’s that became like strictures holding in him in a frozen torment. She had dreaded this moment, this was how his forefathers were in the face of similar ruin. In those times, their despair aided such ruin and left this land a waste, seething with destruction and hate that took many years to heal. She had already considered the options, inspire him to refute the damage wreaked by his forefathers and fight to save what he could, or end him, before he ended everything, she had the poisoned dagger ready in her free hand, clamped to her side, ready to pierce the live of her life in order to avoid total ruination. As he readied his command to bring about such destruction, she moved her hand up slowly to strike. Then from nowhere on the horizon a bright light shine, like the dawn of hope and divine intervention, both gasped in wonder and disbelief, both in that moment dared to hope. Was this salvation? Was she to be saved from slaying her love, was he to be saved from causing ruination and destruction. In this moment all would be revealed.

Wake me up

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Wake me up

I am sleepwalking

Through this maze of life

Consciously unaware

And I am missing out on beauty

I am missing out on reality

So wake me up

From this stupor I am in

Please wake me up

I want to be manifesting

In frequencies of dancing colours

Where music is always playing

The saxophone and trumpets

Are all playing tunes that are hallucinogenic

While lights in the sky are pyrotecnic

And the blast of love is pyroclastic

And the inner peace is somewhat known as being fantastic

So please just wake me up

Transcend me into awareness

From this illusory life of drudgery

Wake me from this stupor

Let me join you on the dance floor

Under the lights of spiritual ascendanvy

The will lead me to Shambala

The place of my dreams

This paradise is where I want to be

Where nothing else exists but love and conscious reality

And we can be free.

Projecting

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Projection

Attention

Protection,

Dimensions

Reflections

Perfections,

Descending

Ascending

Detecting,

Experiencing

Sensing

Objections,

Travelling

Dimensions

Immersing,

Drowing

Breathing

Rehearsing,

Realities

Frailties

Irrationality,

Consciousness

Frequencies

Rezoity,

Universal

Cosmic

Dreaming,

Scenes

Achieved

Vibrationally.

Time cascading

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Time cascading

The clock ticks time away

Chiming day after day

Time slips and slowly fades

Merging, melting, flowing

It constantly cascades

In a universal starlit display

Time is something we create

Times is something wd can change

To fit our day to day.

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