About the thing with thousands of shades

 

I have fifty seven years old. I met, across my path, many things with legs and eyes, and many levels of be(ing) bad things. Now, i surrender to the lessons. Unconditional Love, Angels, Ancestours and Real Friends i have in this life, between the realms, wanted me to experience and to observe how things work down here, where you still can find heaven and hell and even something in between. 

Observing with quietness and totally focused how things work to their achievements.

Some people won't tell you to kill yourself, it's not like that some of them work, the smart ones. They will tell your life sucks, why are you intending to do that, why can´t you accept things as they are, why you still want to have stability, why do you want to buy a house to live with your family, why are you always runing from your path and help others, why are you so stubborn, why do you choose that, why do you love people, why do you want to share with friends, why can´t you just be controlled? Seat UBU, Seat. Nice dog. They will not tell you all these words, you just have to read them between the lines. And it's never easy to read people, because you know people, so you have to know you just don't know them. 

You can live all your life with someone, 50 years, you still might not know him, know her, know them. And they will try very hard to fool you if they need your help, your energy, your time, your favours, your everything. When they decide they don't need you, they will cut you like a bread and it won't hurt them, not a bit! 

Do not mistake yourself. Things are always visible, if you take the step to analyze them for what they are, what they do, the way they think, you just can´t do it, thinking like if they were you. They are not you. 

One day, one minute, just half of second and you can read all the colours or their absent, all their masks, all their moves, all their targets, all their manouvers, all their envy, all their efforts to blind you, all their uglly intentions.  The puzzle piece comes together, the curtain falls, the mask liquefies, the claws emerge. And there you are with the illusion undone and the thing or whatever you want to call it. It looks like a person, has eyes, a neck, legs, thinks, desires, expresses itself, but don't be fooled. People have souls. Spirits of darkness do not. And when one produces a piece where you fit (where they want you to fit in) that's when they reveal to you the deceit, the fraud, the lie, the rise of the scheme, the elevation of evil to a podium you didn't expect. Betrayal happens. The makeup is already unnecessary. And you can see it as it truly is. A character to whom you gave benefits, friendship, love, this, that, I don't know, you'll know! When the scheme is set up to crush you, through the force of hatred (hatred is an emotion, not a character trait of personality), that's when you understand everything! You have always been surrounded by devils in human form! Wake up, bang your hand on the bedside table, and cut it all off! Start living again, taking into account what you have learned. Now that you know, that they know that you know, that all know, they won't want to stop! They organize into cults, cultivating the crap you can't stand, the inflated envies, the comparisons, the unethical acrobatics, the sphere of vanity, spiritual promiscuity, and the neglect of collective love in favor of themselves. It's the law of "Anything Goes."

Appeal to justice. Justice is the sword of truth! The soul recognizes what it came to experience. Now, do you remember? Cancel the stuff, and never again be indulgent with your own life, with whom you give your own power, whom you feed your energy to, to whom you give your love! Love yourself, for your love protects you. Welcome to Gaia. The little school where you force yourself to learn and to distinguish things and stuff by their correct names. Where surnames never matter. Honor who you came to be. Ignore what they think of you. You are not a thing. You are a divine being, untouchable and protected by the sword of truth. Be rational. Hypocrisy is the realm where lies thrive along with all the things and stuff I described. In plain language, leave them and go fly, which means, take care of your own life. For them to be able to use you, you have to become an object of possession. And can you? You can, just don't want to, yeah?