Faeries and the Epidemic of Plastic

The fairies reminded me that I was a visitor in their realm and that I was here through their allowing me to be here. And that I must never forget that. And never take advantage. All that was communicated with just a thought as I looked around me and admired the clarity with which I could now see my world.
And what was my world but a swirling rushing river of plastic and all kinds of s**t and more plastic. F*****g plastic! It's everywhere! THIS IS THE EPIDEMIC! why can't we see this? Why?
Where are the other people in this realm I ask myself often but the answers are troubling? Because mostly, the answer is, “I don't know…”. I don't know where everyone went. There used to be so many that I liked. That I liked to talk to or visit. But I can't remember who they are anymore.

My son. His absence feels like something is rotting. It feels cold. I like the big white pills. They make it all somehow okay.

He's not all that far away. But he's not here in bed with me and my baby girl like he should be.

And all because of a virus. It's spreading. Can you feel it? It started as a virus. For that was the only way it could.

Today I meditated and what I saw in my mind was a birds eye view of a long tube with billionaires trying to climb and claw their way up. To where I was.

I need to get a suit. Something that makes me look like I own s**t. Like I might have a bank account and it might have money in it.

I haven't banked in 8 years. Most people wouldn't think this possible but I don't live on money. So I have no need for a bank.

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I had a birds eye view of myself today. There were a whole bunch of people above me and I could hear what they were thinking. They were thinking about me. “She's so willing and wanting but so hard to motivate.”
“Yes she's a frustrating one to work with but she never gives up."