posted on Feb, 22 2010 @ 05:35 AM
Maybe the title says a bit much, but who knows, really?
A registerred user on this ATS site gave me the "Will" to pursue this
thread, so I give credit where credit is due and that somebody is...
"gwydionblack."
I feel for you brother, honestly, I do. I have tried sooo many times
to open loved ones minds and hearts to the reality of what's real
and what's fake. Truth of the matter is.... none of "this" is real
nor fake, it's all an illusion. Like "The Matrix" says.... we were born
into bondage, as slaves. And that ladies and gentlemen, is what
truly resides within my heart.
Ever since I was a child, I had always questioned everything around
me, as human beings to a sense. What is this, what is that, as most
of us adolescence do, we question things, right? Well yes, we do. But
for some, it's easy to confirm whats "real" or what's "fake." For me,
and I'm sure for some of you, it's not easy.
For me, I have never, ever, been able to conform to the structure of
living that I was born into... heck, I've ever been able to conform to
the structure I was raised in. And yes, I'm sure many of you are
and have posessed the same traits, but with me, I consider myself to
be "open-minded," "self-reliant," not dependent on anybody. I lost my
father to cancer at the age of 18... 24 yrs old now. I accepted my
fathers death as an inevitable circumstance, of course, with emotion,
but not to the brink of breakdown. I have never been prone to drugs,
such as crystal meth, heroin, coc aine, although I was held at gunpoint
in the orders to snort a line.... I didn't. Never have I had a dependency
on "legal drugs," which were prescribed to me at a time, never took them.
As of now, (above paragraph was more based after my father passed) I
have done nothing but search for the "truth." I had a stable job, making
quite good/great income, here in California, with a nice brand new house
to live in. Nice car, great "friends," women, all that jazz. Only problem, I
felt as if I was being sucked in deeper and deeper into this so called
"Matrix" that some speak of. It got to the point where I finally surrendered,
and believe me, my thoughts at night before I fell asleep were bad, as I
"HAD IT SO GOOD," some would say. It was an on-going process of feeling
guilty, remorse, self absorbed, what have you, that finally got to the point
where I said.... "Screw It, I Give Up," this lifestyle is not for me.
As of where I stand now, I'm in the process of losing friends, close friends
too, who I have grown up with, who are certainly hoping to pursue the
income I once had, and who also seem to be getting caught up, deeper
and deeper into that matrix of a lifestyle. I currently reside with my mother,
my laptop (I love both so dearly) and am making a living off of "Flea-Markets," which may sound
bad, but really is a great way to "earn" your living without working for the
"MAN," know what I mean?
Anyways, when I was 11 years old, a family friend who is a "medium" and
has been since the early 80's, told me and my mother, I was from another
planet. Of course, as time went by, I had forgotten this statement, until
recently, putting the pieces together for who I am today, and the path I
have chosen to be who I am today, definetely raises the question....
Am I Seriously A "Soul" From Another Planet?
[edit on 22-2-2010 by Tek-Neek55]
[edit on 22-2-2010 by Tek-Neek55]