TOP SECRET NASA Case File #0974-393
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UPDATE - For your ears only: the original translated mp3-2016 cassette recording in full: https://yitt.bandcam...tarlight-dreams
There you are!
Been trying to get ahold of you for awhile now.
You don't really remember me.
Who am I?
I can't tell you in a way you'd understand.
Don't worry about names.
.
I'm a close friend.
I need your help..
..but there's no way to explain how right now.
Listen.
I have to go now, but I'll help you as much as I can.
When this is over and you leave this place, I'll see you again.
Before I go, I'll sing
I have started noticing that either when I am attempting to meditate or coming in/out of sleep(or at the end of dreams) I will hear a phrase said in my mind that strikes me, because it is in my mind, but doesn't feel like I thought it. This makes them very intriguing and mysterious to me, and I made a point to start writing them down in my dream journal. I remembered about them one night, and decided to make a little poem using all of the phrases I had "heard". I started that here: http://www.un
Did you forget your name?
You are a shadow, shadow, leader of the shadow people.
Help.
It's in your head and you don't see it.
Enter and come talk to me now, or die.
You.
You.
We're working toward a goal. Unity. We have a benefactor. Malady.
I'm giving you a right to move on.
Tread lightly, for ours is the way of the Serpent.
*This poem was created entirely through short phrases I heard in my mind from my own inner voice, but
They told me to find myself
But I didn't know where to look
I know there is something more to me
But where?
I can feel it so close
But reach out and touch air
I don't know how to chase it
Or even where to start
Surely it is smarter than me
And better fit to make us meet
So I look forward and wait patiently
For someone who belongs by my side
I will be a statue
I won't turn my back
I will keep looking out
Vowing to not take
Broken Home
I rest here, a living shadow, my head in the clouds. As I sit upon this broken lamp I call home, a beautiful bright Light shines in the distance.
I sense someone, or something, is waiting for me there.
I imagine spreading my wings to fly towards the Light.. as my shame and fears keep my talons clenched to this sad, familiar place.
My broken home.
One day I'll fly to that Light. I just need more time to spread my unused wings, and take the leap. It's been so long.
So I wait lon
Seeing Eye to Eye
(Son To Sun)
Hello, my Star
You've been with me all my life
For so long I didn't see you there
I hadn't paid you any notice
Though I've known you're in the air
I've been living through all my days
Feeling them as only I know
At some point I had stopped trying
I had fallen and sunk so low
Was that you there that night?
Was it you that changed my mind?
A new presence felt
So loving and so kind
Am I you, as you are me?
Connected in a way I can't understand?
Do we
The other day I was driving home from work in a tired daze from a long day, and came up to a line of cars stopped both ways stopped at a red light. As I stopped behind them and waited a few seconds, I saw the first car in my direction start to run the light, and I was thinking "what the..". Then cars behind it, and also the cars going the other way all proceeded to run it, too. Then I decided to run it too, not really registering why we were all doing this. It was a weird, kind of surreal moment
"You wanted a vacation, so we sent you to Hell."
Probably.. well, definitely, the biggest night of my life wasn't too long ago. It was in February of this year, if my densely fogged memory serves me (I at least seem to remember the important things in my life).
It was a night (well, 2 really) of dreams: some asleep, some awake, some somewhere in-between the two. Which was odd enough in itself, because save the rare nightmare I woke up from, I hadn't recalled dreaming in years. But a big flow b
I have a bad memory. Okay, I have a shockingly scary degree of an awful memory. I can only dig up various snapshots of my past and build from there to remember less than major events in my life. Even the major events are foggy. And even a day yesterday or the day before almost completely leaves my memory when I wake up the next morning. It scares me, but it it's just how it is.
Which makes it a rare occurrence when I remember a moment in my life in anything more than a vague, still snapshot. An
I found these old photos today, and also found that each of them brought back forgotten associated memories.
This one was me and my cousin dressed up for a wedding at some hotel. I remember whoever took the photo (I think my dad) told us to put our hands in our jacket like we were well-to-do bachelors on the prowl. This made us laugh. I don't remember much more of that day, except seeing the beach and ocean outside of the restaurant as we ate dinner at a reception later, and swimming in the poo
Tonight I lost a great friend. Not just a friend, but became a part of me; an extension of me. While I can replace, it won't ever be quite the same. And I don't want it to be. We had a great run.
Well, I'd better get around to officially declaring it. T.O.D. of my most prized possession, 11:34 p.m. Maybe they can still hear my tribute.
I was wanting to visit a park and trail I haven't been to yet near where I work, but for some reason I decided to drive way past it to a nice stretch of highway in forest in Moraga (I think). I ran across a random trail entrance. It was amazing in there. Like a hidden jungle, with some odd formations of trees in the winding forest hills. I took some very unprofessional phone pics, but it's hard to mess up natural beauty:
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Today I was walking a nature trail, and I was in a somewhat high, deep forest section. I was lost in thought as I walked, and suddenly was jolted back into awareness when something very large down by my right foot started moving and made a shuffling sound. It made a loud cry, which caused me to make my own ("aaahhh! whoa!"), as I nearly fell over. It was clear that we had both come upon the awareness of each other at the same time, and were equally startled.
As it got up and turned around I rea
my thought blows as wind,
whistling gust sways tree above
placing leaf on heart
I wrote this while lying under the branches of a field of oak trees in the forest, looking up at them, thinking about personal things in a meditative state of mind. I had a deep thought, a revelation of sorts, and noticed a strong gust of wind suddenly pick up. It swayed the tree branches above me, and dropped a single leaf right upon my heart. I found this sudden moment powerful and, for some re
oblivion - 1. The state of being unaware or unconscious of what is happening.
2. The state of being forgotten, esp. by the public.
So many questions I find myself with,
all these questions,
every day.
Sometimes I might find an answer,
a glimmer of hope to hold onto,
a reason to keep on.
Then when I go to think of it later,
I found it has faded from memory,
or faded from meaning.
Hope gives way to doubt,
and the inner struggle begins,
this struggle every day.
I fight with myse
