If i had spent more time in the upper astral dimensions, i probably would have been caught up by someone curious and rescued. I know how to go to heaven, it's possible. It's kind of like a mood, a vibe, a state and level. But you must be clean... really pure and purified, and truly bloom out your inner traumas and constrictions. It's completely possible. Heaven is feasible. I make it my goal to attain it in this lifetime.
I can reach it.
It's a state you reach. You make your way up there.
When i say heaven, stupid retards misinterpret. I say what it is. It's the upper realm to this one.
Easy enough, that's it. It's the higher astral dimension that i sometimes vibe with. The Lumina. That's why i called it like that, and specified, Lux I Lumina, and the good reader will distinguish the soft difference just like Nox e Nocturna or Umbra.
Long live the light. The dark is by now sinking into the waters of uninterestingness. I still respect it, but it's not my thing.
Have i ever mentioned this? To all you who are afraid of hell. In all astral situations, imagine light. If you imagine light, you will meet your rescuers. The astral masters.
The first thing to do is obviously not end up in hell; birds of a feather flock together.
I love the light... and i feel that i belong there. That's my lifeline! And i'm realizing as i'm writing this! This is my path! Towards the smell of sandalwood, and the love of angels, calling to me, humming to return!
I remember dreams of brick, stone, feels raw, some sort of sandstone, old buildings, warmed by the sun. I remember a brat, me, cute and wild, angry at the world, brown cord pants and long flying hair, running through stories to meet the worlds. It is the innate truth of my own existence. My story, all the chapters, the saga that makes me a part of mine. I am a... My character were clues to trace the steps back to my golden home with the white walls and the transcendent skies. I fell. Let's go back.
Most things down here are just a waste of time...
The abrahamic religions cannot show you the way to heaven.
Most religions can't. Perhaps if you combine some of them? I'm making lumina, and have been for years, because that's what i want to make. Our instructions!
And yet the darkness is right. It says deep truth. I reject everything. I feel at home amongst the flames of everything i'm trapped in burning apart. As they say, civilization ends with a moan.
Is my darkness a rejection of the societal format and a cry for insidious liberation? The LHP says you can be evil if you want. You have that right. Do you know how relieved that made me feel? To have that free licence. I was a brat, growing up, i grew up in a covent. Stone... and dust... orange is the stone. Why do you think i remember this? Because that is my natural essence. Soul. I am the brown, i am... I am... turbulent and nightbound. I was at home somewhere else... and noble as i am, the demons take advantage or what shows up.
And as one said: Let the night last forever, let the darkness never end...
For a being of light that's quite the thing to say! But i am of black light, the aura, sweet and deep purple, like a good porto cruz... My favourite drink, what do you know...
One evening in my town i heard a commotion outside and went on the balcony to see a man in a reddish long sleeved buttoned up shirt running down the street and rounding my garden corner. He was shouting urgently about the museums? And what the world was gonna think? I was puzzled because he acted like he was being chased but then why was he yelling about what the museums are gonna do. He kept running down the street towards my direction which means he ran out of my sight as i was on the balcony. But i realized he was actually chased by someone. I forgot to mention that both men looked latino but that's because this is in a tropical setting. I ran down the balcony stairs and the way the men went. I assumed they went through a slightly broken down part of the wall to my right, which was to the left of that balcony side but a bit further down the street so behind my room behind the balcony. There there are those long pink concrete tiles and the fence, but the tiles had dropped down and you could climb over and through to this kind of abandoned but not really corner inbetween houses. It was grown over and chaotic, things were stored here and there such as boxes, small containers, machines, there was a lot of vegetation and some other parts had fences and there was a concrete shack. If you went further there was some kind of old-style record player radio which had a quote about how if you can make your own insulin from the plants then you have freedom in your hands, apparenty it doubled as an insulin making machine but i couldn't figure it out. However the place was not super big, somewhat arranged in a square form so i quickly noticed the men were gone? Where could they have gone? I tried looking a bit everywhere but i thought that for them to vanish this quickly they must have crawled down near one of the small drops near the entrance, because i was hot on their tail kinda. I think i even saw the guy chased as he ran through, and he was still shouting but now everything was quiet. I went back to the fence area and saw that the part that connects to my own garden had some chaos like small doorless container boxes and barrels and tarp covers, everything laid over with some chaos like planks and shit. When i looked down into one such container opening i saw it was closed at the end and had some cats in it that found shelter and were sleeping, but i did a double take. In front of me at the container opening there was a slightly glimmering zone that spanned the entire container opening square. It was barely noticeable at first but it had a faint white tint and it was glimmering. It was that day that i discovered a dangerous secret, which is a small corner zone in which portals to other worlds can form and you can go through them. This is in a tropical town and i will not say which. I got bit by fucking mosquitoes all over in that damn place, it's still right around the corner. I went in such a portal once and i came out through the other end of the container in my garden and everything was the same except it was night and now it's the other end of the container that's open.
The radio was on some sort of head-level pedestal which was outside against one of those square netting metal fences. That's something also, i mean what if it rains? The only thing covering it was a few tree branches. Living. And how could you even make your own insulin from plants? I think the first guy knew the portal, and i don't know about the second one. I only partially perceived the other one and the rest was guesswork. They were not playing the same team... I already went throught the portal... Should i try going back the same way? I didn't even check if it was still there, it was just last night so...