Yeah. I was 12 when I first found how I could really reach out, deep, deeper than I imagined anything could reach. Sitting on my floor, my untrained mind, unhindered by reality, saw tentacles of being reach into a daunting space. There was contact. My mind's eye found her, reaching out as I reached, perhaps lucky as the term goes. And even though I saw her, I wasn't scared or amazed or perplexed. I felt like... we had touched before. She *knew* me, I her. I could trace her thoughts. I knew when she had been hurt, or happy. There was a connection but it was beyond ethereal. But when she spoke to me, it was the language of chirps and squeals, not unlike dolphins. It was momentous phrasing that you didn't hear, you felt. I couldn't say my name in her vocabulary, but I could know hers. And she didn't have age, well not like we know age. Actually, time was a disease in her culture, long-cured by whatever science her... type was defined as. I did know her as female, I did know her as loving, I did know her as very intelligent, but deeply emotional. She taught me something of love at such an age. And then I realized I had been so entranced, I had forgotten to breathe. But how long would that have been? Did I no longer need to breathe? No, because I could feel the yearning of my lungs trying to open my mouth for one eventful breath. And it happened. I inhaled deeply, but at the same time, lost that connection to that spirit that she was. I felt hypoxic, and I still had so many memories of that moment when I reached out, unlimited by what could or couldn't be done. I was able to quickly write something down on paper, my still deoxidated body fumbling and my eyes spotted and filled with static. It was only four symbols. I couldn't read it, but it was her name. While unpronounciable in our language, it was able to have syntax. Resin.
Hello friend, this experience you had, has it began to spring? Is it still buried in your consciousness? Did it last... only for a moment, still seemed like ages? It does not matter if it's just imagination, it happened! She is real and created by something or someone, even you and then you is her God, Creator and Savior. This connection, did it help you feel love for the world you live in?
