Good Morning. (My heart is fluttering, I feel a catch in my throat. My head begins to ache.) Who is wishing to speak please? (I see silver and feel pressure on my stomach.) I don’t hear anything so I make myself breakfast and sit at my kitchen table. Alright, I’m back. We can have […]
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Universal Wisdom
Hi Edgar, I enjoyed your message this morning. You haven’t left me yet, so I know you have more to share, I welcome your insight. ‘Well, I see you have figured out my connection to The Phantom of the Opera. Yes and yes. I am also Gaston Leroux and by that, I am the author
I am the angel of music, the phantom. Possessing, drawing you in. Give me your mind, give me your soul, your very last breath. I own you. The spell has been cast, the web spun. I am the angel of music. Come, come, come to me. There is nothing to fear as long as
Shackled, Hog-tied. Self-imposed or realized? Now isn’t that debatable. Perhaps it’s just a point of view, a reference point. Maybe, maybe not. Who’s to say? Well, it is you who has the say. You are the one to garner this perspective are you not. It really isn’t about the what is happening to you.
Thoughts, processes. Delivered, undelivered. Realized, unrealized. Gained, lost. Beginnings, ends. Worlds at your fingertips. Lifetimes through the ink. Transference from your consciousness through to your mind, spread forth from your fingers. What a beautiful dance. Pure poetry. Your poetry. This poetry has no rules, no page boundaries. There are no rhymes to adhere
I don’t know math. My brain is just not wired for it so why would I be woken up before my alarm clock goes off to a message from beyond about pi times seven squared? Is that even a thing? Well, I kinda sorta have an idea…Albert. Why the math? ‘It is central to
