It's now or never

I feel like my frequency isn't suited to here, like no matter what I do on this planet i wont be satisfied, because it just doesn't feel right.....I think that's been painfully obvious since very young, this odd flutter in my heart  that never quite beat in rhythm with this planet.. it all kinda adds up you know ...my head was elsewhere, trying to find my way home where ever that was...and i figure that while were stuck here hovering in this dimension with all its restraints and controls , and illogical thought patterns.. why don't we weave a little magic. Cause noone else is gonna step in and save this place you know.

For human kind this is the last chance, there is no final wave after this one. The last seeds planted as a last resort , earth is destined for home we are to be reunited with what is our reality all in due time. But what will become of a large mass of ignorant and heavily conditioned beings, beings that harness within there minds such fantastic and amazing abilities lieing dormant with in there inactive synapses.

It frustrates me to the point of internal distraction how time and time again as a collective unit such grave errors and misfortunes are brought about by frankly "inhumane behaviour"..then again what is human behaviour, if what i have seen while i have been present on mother gaia's sweet earth is to prove there nature then to be inhumane would be far from a bad thing in comparison to the displays of there actions.

We are all one collective entity, tainting each other with foul and heartless actions that have and will tarnish the cloth for all generations unfortunate enough to clamber in to the steady downfall of mankind. One entity that slays, tortures, rapes , manipulates, bullies and crushes merely a million different fragments of its own reflection.

 What is human compassion if it can turn a knife through one heart, and return home to ignite another?

A whole society of single minded individuals bending and conforming to a way of living that they don't even agree with, buying into a whole society based on money and materialist gains. What is the point in it all? honestly. Is their no desire to make something more of ourselves than playing this monotonousness game?

I cannot merely watch as this ship crashes and burns, perhaps it is not my home but these creatures have been like surrogates each and everyone of them pieces of source herself. We, all of us, cannot let such brilliant minds be thrown into whatever is left of this place when the earth sheds it's cleverly painted veil. 

They said we couldn't save them all that everyone is where they needed to be , that time would be kind to those that were ready. But time does not exist , time is a fabrication bound to this dimension and this one alone, and even here it is hazy. It reeks of holes and gaps, time has seemed to be bleeding for a long time now. The differing points of identification lack clarity and seem to shimmer , frequently coupled with reoccurring de-ja-vu. Time is breaking even here the strings that held it together ceasing to exist as we begin to reconnect with our natural vibrations and I fear for those that cling to this realities way of thinking.

The final wave, perhaps we have been mistaken all this time if we are the final wave. Then there is no force coming to assist us on our journey, it is one we have to make ourselves and if it is truly ours then why must we stand idly by. This is our world and we are watching it become nothing more than a memory, can we at least not fight for all the right reasons one last time, scream our little lungs out. For every soul, every mind that is re-activated is another spirit that gets to go home.

Reviews

[knapp darko]

I really like this story and I would love to see it evolved more. I couldn't stop until I had finished it all and it really hooked me. I love your use of words and it is a good story that I think could be fleshed out more