For it is time., page 1

I stare at the image in the bathroom mirror and ask him, "Who are you?"

I hear no reply.

I gaze into his eyes. I wonder who he is. What is he doing there?

There are times when this image talks to me. He speaks through my voice, but if I let go and let him take control... words unspoken, unthought of will emerge.

I sometimes feel very close to him. Almost like we are brothers, the best of friends. I may be walking and hear him in my mind. He tells me he is me, but I don't understand what he means.

I want to get to know this man more, I really do. But the temptations of this world breaks the bond. Slowly decaying, rotting the inner connection.

But I stand on my both feet with the utter most intention, love, and unity. Those things have no effect on me, they can not. I will not let them.

I have a long journey ahead of me. The recent connection is very fragile, it can break at any moment. I must listen to this inner voice, and do whatever it tells me to do.

For that voice is me, and I can not fool myself.

I stare into the mirror, and see a new entity. A new shining beacon of light. A new self. One that is rejuvenated, determined, and with the fury of creation.

For it is time.