With the armor of darkness , we have spent many nights under the pale orange light reflected in the yellow wall. A little glimpse into the reality gives us a heartache, hence we have armored the escape mechanism. We have chosen to run away from reality, rather than confronting it. We still run away, every single day and every single night.
The Story of Misery sells everywhere. But, a story inwards, eventually breaks.
People ,now, may have realized what it is to get stuck into the state of lockdown. But, here we are, some of us, who are locked into our own thoughts, every single day and every single night. We live with the pride that darkness enlightens us.
Every night, we seek for existence, our existence. There are many of us, who share this journey of darkness, with same frequency of vibrations, over different parts in the world.
We build a world of our own where we seek to understand the real meaning of this existence of ours. We are with so much of anguish.
We cry with the Children of Syria, and their families. The fire of Australia burnt us too, so did the African disease and poverty. We were shattered with Notre Dame. But we were equally shattered by the cruelty of pedophile Priests. We question the cruelty based on race , sex and religion. We cry for hungry stomach of New Delhi. And we get raped along with Malati in gullies of Mumbai. The mirage…this life. The uneven world. The Cancer, the HIVs , the Leprosy, the COVID…the autoimmune phenomenon of diseases..EVERYTHING SICKENS US. But, so does cruelty against animals. So does forest encroachment and environmental assassinations. We encode our own world.We fight for justice and against inequality. Yes, we are nihilistic. Yes, nothing impresses us, We question everything, we seek for answers.We are the self proclaimed ILLUMINATI with so many delusions.
When the mental rage of outer world settle down, we go back into ourselves. We repent for the chances we didn’t take. We regret the stagnant life. We curse the so-called diety for this painful life. We cry over things we deserve, but couldn’t get it. We try to cry for everything. We believe this world doesn’t deserve our existence and we seek for eternal peace, with inactivations of the reticular formation in our brain. This brain plays the trick to make us fall asleep,every once in a while.
But, the master programmer, the subconscious, starts tormenting us- the nightmares….the struggle of self continues. We, the ILLUMINATI of Dan Brown, fight every single night… Alike the Angels and Demons.
We are, sometimes, visited by souls. We see them…Hallucinations ! Could be. I saw one yesterday too, just for a couple of seconds. I wonder why it flies just above me, every single time i see it. Why is the image in the dotted frame,prior me reaching to turn the lights on? This person/image/or whatever it is, sometimes makes me suffocate….in dream, they call it sleep paralysis. A beautiful Mind, and the hallucinations!!
Yes, We are the elite. Yes, the mental lockdown is very strong. Yes, We are the People who listen to the chirping of birds past the midnight and those barking dogs don’t irritate us. Yes, We are the anhedonic personnel. Our world is different. We no longer have a sense of belonging to this competitive world. We have our own rhythm, we never compete with anyone, not with the inner self too. We are always against the merciless assassins of the nature and yes, we are the writer. We live with our pen, diary and words.
Nothing will make a sense to those who have not shared this vibration, but we live with this exact attitude. We are insane in your sane world. Neither are you sane in ours.
We leave it to you, to ponder, as we strongly believe in differences of thoughts. We…..the ones who live with armor of darkness..Sharing our stories…In Volumes…In blogs.. Because, we live with words. Else we perish..The We, the ILLUMINATI.We, the elite. We the insane…
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Dr. Yagya Pd. Timalsina