The gateways  

The elders say that there are those things, that we all will never truly understand, things that are beyond our mortal mere existence. For it's not an mirage, or a figment of your thoughts or imagination. FOR it's real as it goes way back in time, before you and I were ever was Born. FOR sure even back then evil forces, were always against the good spiritual forces of souls of what is good. For I can remember, when I was young somethings from my own dreams, in the wee hours of the night, having feelings like I wasn't really alone in my room. 🫣 Yet I was to afraid to move and tell somebody, about the deepness of the dreams that felt so real to me, as a child of God. Who had become my protector, against my nightmares that seems to turn into my mere, pure life of anxiety and sleepless nights. Hiding under a thick blanket keeping out the entity of darkness. Where it couldn't get to me, couldn't reach out and grab me, pulling me deeper than deep into darkness with no reason to dream. Yet in the room in front of me a  door stood 🚪 that had a door🚪 but not even have a key 🗝️ to unlock the way out of the room.