Introspective

I can recognise the rune stones journey from the shamans perfectly random cast, for I have travelled this mystic plane before and I am struck with the strangest sense of déjà vu. It's a feeling, a seventh sense that departs my physical body quicker than it came, as if my brain dismisses it's very existence in order to focus on what it can calculate and decode. I'm left in a strange state of animated perplexity, like a mad scientist trying to iron out the kinks and focus on a quantum enigma of energy that can not be seen, except from within, through an initiates eyes.

I recognise the mirror and the self I portray as it recognises me and the desire to only see what I want to see, for the truth is far more frightening than the lie. Though my masks are becoming transparent and the necessary evil of this world forces me to face my immortality. Why was I so afraid before,  now I know that every moment is infinite, every breath is forever, every action breeds creation and all of this beautifully iridescent violet energy is available to me whenever I choose to break these chains that bind me in this strange place?