My thoughts.

"HOW DO YOU EVEN HAVE THE DETERMINATION TO WRITE ALL OF THAT!?" 

"The better question would be, how can I have the strength to hold it all in?" 

I guess that's what caused this. 


Sometimes I feel sad. Alone. Misplaced. 
Like I am somewhere I am not meant to be. 
I have memories of things that has yet to happen. 
Things that most people would see as ridiculous. 
Ever since I was a child I felt like I didn't belong. 
Like there was something wrong with me. 
I spent many years trying to find out what it could be, but to no avail. 
For there was nothing wrong with me to begin with... 
I try to be as objective as I can in my research. 
I try to look at the full picture of things. 
I try to not avoid the truth, even if it may scare me. 
I try to refrain from using premature conclusions. 
I try, and this is the best I've come up with: 

I was born ahead of my own time. Approximately 500 years ahead. 
The world is very different then. 
There are no countries, no racism, no hatred against different sexual preferences, no politics, no lies, no laws and no monetary system. 
We live in harmony with each other and everything around us. 
Technology has advanced to that beyond our comprehension that we may have today. 
Spirituality and science is basically the same thing at that age. 
We do not close our eyes just because we do not understand something. 
In my time I am a healer. I have the same job as a surgeon, although, I work for the betterment of ones soul, rather than the body. 
Through our technology and our philosophy we are all connected to a massive network stretching across the entire galaxy. 
This network has many names that which I have forgotten. I call it the Source. 
The Source is the beginning and the end of all things. 
It contains all that has been, all that is and all that ever will be. 
By using this network I can see the essence of all living being. 
I am connected to everything in the entire galaxy. 

I am the galaxy. 

The bodies we have are mere vessels, a means to an end. 
A way of exploring this plane of reality. 
What matters is what's inside of us. 
Take a computer, and unplug it. What do you have left? 
People who are asked this generally say "A non functioning computer." 
That's not how I see it. 

Press the button, what happens? 
Nothing. 
It is in the equivalent state of a bucket. It doesn't do anything. 
Plug it back in, and it starts right up. 
So what is it that actually makes the computer? 
Is it the bucket, or the power source? 
I look at humanity in the same way. 
Our bodies are husks that help us navigate through this world, but in truth, we are so much more. 
And we are all connected to the most magnificent power source of all time, since before its time, time itself did not exist. 
The Universe. 

This is all I could think of right now... I suppose I'll post something more once I get in the mood.