Shipwrecked

I back into the sea, where life is waiting to create God ( over and over again).

In this return, I remember what was forgotten ( what is meant to re-remember).

I forget this place in phases. I hunger for this place.

Hungry to return again.

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I want to enjoy the small things alone with you....

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During one of my last manic episodes, I went back (spontaneous and unannounced) to my childhood room, to uncover years and years of writing ( boxes of profound sentimental nonsense) just to learn more about a dream I have FIVE years ago. I left paper trails and tears all over the floor....

All because I had now suddenly become convinced that maybe I could find clues about why I had that dream...five years ago...

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Something about you is miraculous; you pay attention to miracles.

You remind me of a dream I had five years ago that branded my consciousness forever. Thank you for the impression.

I remember walking on a desolate, abandoned ship. Alone. On a wooden shipwreck that was still floating serenely, safely, out at sea. A sea that was black, dead, lonely. There was no life.

A white, gray mist covered the surface of the onyx sea. I saw no life all around me. Nothing but full-circle desolation in sight. Isolation. Everything in shades of gray, white and black.

I walked along the broken wooden ship(wreck). Slowly.... Savoring every step in wonder, and curiosity.

There were no threats, everything was absent....

Dead.

I was alone.

I felt safe.

On a ghost ship on an ocean wasteland.

No color. No life. No one.

I found it gorgeous. Breathtaking. Safe.

Safe.

I knew that I would remember this place forever.

Then, a being stood in front of me.

Male.

At first I felt startled.

He appeared human but I quickly felt that he was also something-else.

(Edit) his eyes were bright. Green. I remember because everything else had no color. Except for his eyes.

I felt from him that he was more-than-human.

We were skeptical of each others presence.

I think we both thought we were alone here.

We communicated. Somehow.

I don't remember the language.

But I remember the feeling of the exchange.

The core of the exchange.

Timeless...

Compassion.

Understanding.

An understanding that we were distinct beings meeting on an astral plane.

Frustration... "who are you?" we expressed.

In a place of desolation, isolation, lifelessness.... We found each other...

To remind each other.

We are not alone.

I woke up knowing I would remember forever. Starving for more and more detail.

In my most epic of dreams, I find myself in strange places of dangerous beauty. Apocalyptic times of an ancient forever.

I feel at peace... Here.

So serene... Here...

And then, An-Other comes and makes me question it all....

Makes me pay-attention to what-happened...

"How-Here?"

"Now-Be."