faces of literature

Behind the Mask

You adore butterflies,
Then you became one.
Camouflaging your sorroundings,
Trying hard to fit in.

As you try to blend,
You forget who you are.
You were once unique,
What made you change?

They believe they know you,
The patterns you show them.
They judge your behavior,
not knowing that you’re acting.

How would they know?
You’ve been the best puppet.
The best actress,
No traces of script.

Why do you have to keep it all in?
Aren’t you full yet?
Sooner or later you’ll burst,
and naught might left with you.

How many faces have you shown them?
How many of those were true?
It makes it harder for you to trust
when you can’t even trust your own.

Compassion hurts. When you feel connected to everything, you also feel responsible for everything. And you cannot turn away. Your destiny is bound with the destinies of others. You must either learn to carry the Universe or be crushed by it. You must grow strong enough to love the world, yet empty enough to sit down at the same table with its worst horrors.
—  Andrew Boyd, Daily Afflictions
I love him because he makes me laugh when I don’t feel like laughing. I love him because he challenges my view of what a man is. I love him because I know I shouldn’t love him and that he’ll break my heart. I love him because he’s a complete and total anomaly. I love him because I want to kill the sadness inside him more than I want anything else in the world.
—  L.H. Cosway, Painted Faces
Astral Travel: Nearsightedness

When you first begin to pry open your third eye (or even long after), you may find that you’re nearsighted in the astral. The reverse is also possible (and anything in-between), but I’ll just speak to how you can deal with and even take advantage of nearsightedness since that’s what I grappled with as a beginner.

So, first things first, you’ll want to confirm that you’re nearsighted. How? Simple. Have a quick look at your surroundings. Are things blurry at all? Almost shadowy in spite of light sources? If yes, it’s time to put something solid in front of your face. You may wish to walk up to a tree, pick up an object, or just lay on the ground. Whatever works for you.

Let’s say that you’ve chosen to lay down in the grass. Look at it. Really focus. Can you see the individual blades of grass? Maybe an ant crawling by? It might take a moment if you’re still growing accustomed to astral travel, so don’t give up if the image doesn’t sharpen for you immediately.

Now, assuming you do suddenly see the astral in higher def, there’s a pretty sure bet you are, indeed, nearsighted. What now? Well, I suggest getting comfortable in a place you visit often, where you feel safe, and basically just getting ridiculously intimate with the texture and details of every damn thing you can press your nose against.

You see, once you’ve truly familiarized yourself with things at that level, you’ll have a far sharper picture of the whole scene around you. And, mind, this isn’t something that will happen overnight, but I think you’ll find with practice that you can combat nearsightedness this way. At the very least, you’ll be able to get around familiar areas with more ease.

It may seem like a bad stroke of luck to be nearsighted in the astral, but to be honest, there are benefits. You will be able to analyze art, literature, faces, and other such things, which is quite useful. The most apparent drawback of astral nearsightedness is a feeling of vulnerability at not being able to “see” trouble approaching, but honestly? Your other clair senses can pick up the slack, so don’t panic. Make the best of the cards you’re dealt. <3

Beauty

What do I know about beauty
For I have been looking for it
And now still it puzzles me
They say it’s a perspective
A state of mind, can I say?
When I look at the mirror I do not see
Face too round, eyes unsymmetrical
Nose too low, mouth’s too wide
If it’s about perspective,
Then perhaps I’m blind

I feel beauty in my other senses
I sense it when I smile wide
When I cringe my nose
Cause I laugh so hard
Especially with my eyes closed
And accomplished steady breathing
I feel beauty when my senses are drowned
By ecstasy of joy and glee
I sense beauty so serene
I can feel it around and within me
Not in the mirror or the reflection of myself
I say, beauty is a state of mind

21 March 2017