Following translated by Google, had to write in my language first...
Sorry if it maybe is bit confus, but wrote it right afterwards.
And I didn't go for the visuals since it was so overwhelmingly messages nonstop trip. The ones I remember and able to sort, are in there.
I've really got a lot to process...
I'm writing because I was really angry and annoyed right from the start.
There's nothing for you to learn here, I'm fed up with it always being the same! I come here wanting healing and, on top of that, to understand everything. Who do you think I am?
You're not meant to understand everything here.
And that was just the beginning, the first few seconds or so.
You really want this? You could have gone crazy. Don't say I didn't warn you!
And then I was briefly in my body and heard myself scream F...
My body was hanging crooked, completely broken, jumbled up everywhere and nowhere.
Right, then I get to put this guy back together too. We'll see, that'll take a while.
Don't want to forget this time? Then concentrate.
Then somehow, or was it before that, that brought me to this state? Yes, that must be it. Like a stream of data, way too much, everything and yet nothing. Incomprehensible, undeniable, yet not a word, just hopeless overload. As if terabytes were being forced onto a floppy disk.
F….!
Everything was clear and unambiguous except for this overload, which isn't meant for humans, and it's tired of us asking about it.
It was as if the entire Earth's origin, history, and everything after death (or not) were being mercilessly hammered into me at high speed, and I collapsed in the middle of it.
And yet, it didn't abandon me and was suddenly quite caring and concerned that I wouldn't break under the strain. Even though it was clear that I might never be able to access this knowledge in the sense of verbalizing it.
As my consciousness slowly reassembled itself, and later my body belonged to me again, electric mushrooms hovered everywhere, static in one spot, each pulsating independently.
Eyes closed, eyes on the same image.
My arms moved like snakes, so fluid, so strangely beautiful to behold.
I lingered in a beautiful dance performed by electronic or lightning-drawn mushrooms that now snaked about.
Slowly, it dawned on me: I have to stop trying to understand everything and everyone. I make too many assumptions instead of simply accepting that I can't change the world around me, but simply live and do what's right for me.
Stop doubting, show humility for the higher powers, and recognize that the earthly isn't everything. Humility in the sense that it's not our place to try and understand it as long as we're bound to a physical body.
Whatever was speaking to me, or was so annoyed, could eliminate me—that's how it felt. Take me out of the game, not just in life, but completely!
As if I'm ultimately at the mercy of their goodwill.
Accept your place. You are nothing in the grand scheme of things. Yet, then, the care that follows.
I'll leave it at that for now; I think I need to reflect on it and come to terms with it over the next few days.
I'll leave it at that for now. What makes me a little sad or worried is the first sentence: "There's nothing for you to learn here." Assuming it was indeed the first sentence. I'm not sure if it was a kind of rejection, an invitation not to come back, or if it referred more to my expectations and questions.
Sorry if it maybe is bit confus, but wrote it right afterwards.
And I didn't go for the visuals since it was so overwhelmingly messages nonstop trip. The ones I remember and able to sort, are in there.
I've really got a lot to process...
I'm writing because I was really angry and annoyed right from the start.
There's nothing for you to learn here, I'm fed up with it always being the same! I come here wanting healing and, on top of that, to understand everything. Who do you think I am?
You're not meant to understand everything here.
And that was just the beginning, the first few seconds or so.
You really want this? You could have gone crazy. Don't say I didn't warn you!
And then I was briefly in my body and heard myself scream F...
My body was hanging crooked, completely broken, jumbled up everywhere and nowhere.
Right, then I get to put this guy back together too. We'll see, that'll take a while.
Don't want to forget this time? Then concentrate.
Then somehow, or was it before that, that brought me to this state? Yes, that must be it. Like a stream of data, way too much, everything and yet nothing. Incomprehensible, undeniable, yet not a word, just hopeless overload. As if terabytes were being forced onto a floppy disk.
F….!
Everything was clear and unambiguous except for this overload, which isn't meant for humans, and it's tired of us asking about it.
It was as if the entire Earth's origin, history, and everything after death (or not) were being mercilessly hammered into me at high speed, and I collapsed in the middle of it.
And yet, it didn't abandon me and was suddenly quite caring and concerned that I wouldn't break under the strain. Even though it was clear that I might never be able to access this knowledge in the sense of verbalizing it.
As my consciousness slowly reassembled itself, and later my body belonged to me again, electric mushrooms hovered everywhere, static in one spot, each pulsating independently.
Eyes closed, eyes on the same image.
My arms moved like snakes, so fluid, so strangely beautiful to behold.
I lingered in a beautiful dance performed by electronic or lightning-drawn mushrooms that now snaked about.
Slowly, it dawned on me: I have to stop trying to understand everything and everyone. I make too many assumptions instead of simply accepting that I can't change the world around me, but simply live and do what's right for me.
Stop doubting, show humility for the higher powers, and recognize that the earthly isn't everything. Humility in the sense that it's not our place to try and understand it as long as we're bound to a physical body.
Whatever was speaking to me, or was so annoyed, could eliminate me—that's how it felt. Take me out of the game, not just in life, but completely!
As if I'm ultimately at the mercy of their goodwill.
Accept your place. You are nothing in the grand scheme of things. Yet, then, the care that follows.
I'll leave it at that for now; I think I need to reflect on it and come to terms with it over the next few days.
I'll leave it at that for now. What makes me a little sad or worried is the first sentence: "There's nothing for you to learn here." Assuming it was indeed the first sentence. I'm not sure if it was a kind of rejection, an invitation not to come back, or if it referred more to my expectations and questions.
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