“Angels who commit an unforgivable sin, are sentenced to one life of suffering.” - I don’t know where I came across that line, but it’s been sticking with me a lot lately.
Something about it calls to me, like it’s some hidden truth that only I can see. I insert myself as the subject a lot. Bad habit.
“Everything seems so cut and dry, day and night, earth and sky. But somehow I still don’t believe it”
I don’t want the memories, I don’t want to be chosen, and I want out. Stop the ride man, my soul is feeling sick…
I still hear the angels sometimes. “Will he remember?” “ I don’t know” I caught that amongst the background noise inside my head.
Part of me is scared. I’m scared this world will fade away like losing a dream when I wake up to an older and greater consciousness. I hope I can remember. Hope I can learn from being trapped in my flesh prison.
Need to stop the thoughts, distract, overcome. I try so hard. But how do you remove the thoughts? “Thoughts arrive like butterflies”
Maybe the Hindus are on to something. The voices have called me Bodhisattva in the past. But I can’t say I’ve ever ascribed them clout twards my delusions.
Rant over. Feels better getting that written down and out. Catharsis powers, activated.
Thanks for taking a peek into the llama brain.
