Hmm. I knew you would find me here. Where else would I be? It’s just you and I in here now. The others would never think of looking for us in here. Are you kidding me? Reading gives them a headache! That is the entire reason as to why they are so stupid and lazy; internally lacking any type of initiative whatsoever. This is why you are I are safe in here.
In here, this is where the pain is tolerable. The pain is a steady indoctrination into the masochistic arts of self-expression, self-exploration, and self-extermination. The self needs to die, in order for one (you and I) to live. Life is death on a continual basis. The absolute purpose and function of life itself.
You and I are the same, yet we are different functionalities contained within the same circumstances of the same being. I knew you would understand my disposition once I explained it to you. A psyche is a fragile concept, which deserves a tremendous amount of nurturing and clarity, in order for the individual to promote growth within themselves.
This is when that high-pitched tone in your ears begin to ring and sing its lovely medley to you. The uninitiated would ignorantly refer to this ringing and singing as tinnitus, but you and I know better than that. The ringing and singing is you guiding entity, communicating its infernal hymns to your mind and soul. Do you not find it curious after you experience the ringing and singing, you feel compelled to take some type of action to accomplish a certain task? Where do you think this inner compulsion is birthed from? That’s right; your guiding entity.
One night, about a year ago, I was conducting a spirit board session. Of course this was a solitary endeavor. Alone, in the darkness, and safely within the confines of my inner sanctum, I began my spirit board session. I let go of my consciousness, and began to experience an ‘in and out’ feeling within my being. Within this state of consciousness, I began to feel dizzy and nauseous. As a heavy sweat poured itself though my pores, this is when I could feel a still, subtle breath, lightly breathing on the back of my neck. Knowing I was alone, I still maintained my composure. This is when I asked aloud, “Who is in here with me, breathing on the back of my neck?” This is when the planchet began to slowly move. I thought perhaps I might be moving the planchet within my current state, so I removed all 8 of my fingertips, and only used the 2 tips of my index fingers. While the planchet was still moving, it slowly spelled out… D…E…V…A… After the planchet spelled out, “DEVA” I was not sure what to make of it. As I sat in my isolation chamber, in my in and out state of consciousness; I asked aloud, “What does DEVA mean?” I sat there quietly for 20 minutes; nothing. This is when I gave thanks for the communication, and closed the session. The following morning, this is when I suddenly awoke in a cold sweat; remembering and knowing exactly what a DEVA is. Now I know the entity guiding and nurturing me from within.
G.G. Kalfas 