Astral Traveling

I'm in a state of biological evolution,
wrapped up in nature's ever-evolving
quest for genetic perfection, like an
embryo breathing in liquid oxygen within
the desperation of nonverbal responsiveness.

There's a need, an affective involvement
and vulnerability to give up something,
in order to understand. The process is one
of rebuilding through interpretive reflection,
becoming one with a cohesive identity.

I see the mirror image of me, my astral self,
in empathic breaks that blur the boundaries
of time and space, repairing the ruptures
reluctantly acknowledged and left behind in
the attuned experience.

The emergence of life has a commonality
to my spiritual quest and unfolds in unison
with it, much like a magical edifice, complete
and beautifully appointed to the resplendence
of a familiar voice that is all encompassing,

embodying me with color, with power. I lay
quietly beseeching the moment while my
astral self glides in the Heavens liberating
and tranquil, symbolized by the tangible peace
of sacredness that anoints me with transmitting

knowledge and definitive commands. I realize
the potency of the origin, the certitude of His
wisdom and love, so essential to my body,
my spirit. We continue to function simultaneously,
with hardly a word between us.

I am completely focused, flying in this incredibly
joyous, freeing feeling. There are others, and I
gradually become one with my astral self before
merging into wholeness with them, experiencing
clarity and organization in the movement.

An invasion of lights, of matter, skates around
my peripheral vision. Instantly, I sense something
important has occurred. And then it comes, the
preoccupation, the doubt. It, prevents me from
receiving the gift that transcends the physical
and rises above the five senses to a reality that
is innate, but best of all comprised of free will.

In the night air I descend, where no one can hear
me scream, gasping for breath, acclimating to
a new world where I yearn to live the Truth,
even as I’ve forgotten where I came from and to
whom I will eventually be returning.

Theresa likes to write about matters of self-inflection and personal experiences. She likes to write about matters of an out-of body, out-of-mind state, as well as subjects of an idyllic, pagan nature and the occult. Theresa writes horror, as well as concrete gritty and realistic dramas. Theresa is said to be witch and a poet. (within the horror writing community).

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