Hallucinations of the Prinsediran XV: Until We Become [Supernatural]

Here comes that time again, self-acclaimed “abovists” regularly believe they are above everyone… Moi not excused, and here again Moi said, “I am here with you though I am above you, tis a truth you refuse to acknowledge, yes then knowledge eludes you…”

Just as you’ve refused to acknowledge the answer to mankind’s many problems.

Why does it rain? Yes the crops need it, but after giving them a fill, it doesn’t just know when to stop until it floods everywhere and perhaps kill a few [many] persons.

Why does your hair keep growing? And the beards alike? Yes the beauty needs it, but after beautifying your appearance it doesn’t just know when to stop until it makes you look untidy… It is now a known fact that no matter how well you shave today, you’ll still do it again in a few days time.

Why does your clothes ever need to get dirty? Who is dirt? Waster of weekends, that’s who she is. Wash, wash and wash and woe betide you when you’ve got just a few sets of clothes.

Why do you ever hunger and thirst? If men had no tongues and stomachs and throats, there will actually be nothing worth going to war for…man lives and dreams and plans and works/fights simply for what/how he’ll eat, drink and survive. Even if you acknowledge this as a problem, man will still hunger and thirst for food and water [blood and money].

Why do road accidents ever occur? Who set the laws of collision into place? What if there wasn’t anything like collision…certainly a million more loved ones would have been roaming the earth.

Why do people ever lose control of their emotions, hurt those they love and say things they’ll regret? Why can’t people be in love with one another forever? How do people ever end up offending one another? Why are people not just compatible with everyone else?

Why do people ever lose control and possession of kindness and become evil?

Why do we stay awake [alive] even when our dear ones are asleep [dead]? Don’t be too proud, don’t dare underestimate the terrible power of loneliness.

Seasons come and go, surely it won’t stop. People come and go with it..yes, sadly the seasons themselves take some people along… The flood kills, the storm kills, the hurricane, the heat waves, etc…

And to Moi, Me said, Shall I not say then [that] even in it splendor and beauty, our problem is nature [even the nature of man]?

Problems abound, Moi said, until we dream supernatural, think supernatural, and act supernatural… Until we listen to the supernatural, until we become [ourselves] supernatural.

Prinsedira, Wuzybury


Hallucinations of the Prinsediran XIV: [You Will Not Remember] My Fear

I am afraid I am here again, but yet I am not afraid of Moi, rather very delighted to see Moi again. A smile, a hug and after a pat on the back, Moi said, “I am afraid of time, I am afraid of what it can do to you. Will you ever remember I said these things to you? Those moments when it was just me [Moi] and you against your own self?”

My fear is that you’ll get so old you’ll never remember the days of your youth, the days we were alone together. Yet I am anxious to see you grow old because I want to see how much you’ll remember…then you’ll realise what was truly important even to your own brain, even in old age.

My fear is that you may never remember the good times.

I fear I’ll get things so wrong that nothing was ever right.

I fear I’ll make you cry so hard that there was never a moment you smiled.

I fear I’ll dream so much that life becomes too short.

My fear is that you’ll come to despise and hate me so much that love laughs and says, “Aha, I told you I was never there.”

My fear is that your feet will become so dry you will never recall how I creamed them.

My fear is that I myself will become so lonely I forget I ever had company.

My fear is that I’ll stay alive too long in this world that I’ll lose faith in the beautiful things to come.

My fear is that you’ll catch me smiling and you’ll fail to realise that I’ve been crying most of my life.

I fear I’ll sound too complicated that you’ll never agree you did understand me, most of the time

My fear is that we’ll grow so apart that you’ll become convinced that we were never meant to be.

My fear is that the [your] walls which you built will become so dirty you’ll cease to recall how I painted them with beautiful colours.

My fear is that you’ll pray so loud you fail to hear that I have the answers, moreso you fail to give me the answers you have to my own prayers

My fear is that this light will get so bright, no I won’t forget darkness, I will only crave for it, for I and you have become men [migraineurs] who for many years now the light has been trying to kill us.

Even when the rain beats on you so much, I fear our umbrella must have been lost.

Memories fade, yet your image in my mirror, the broken mirror, is all I can still see… My fear is that my real self is locked in your own mirror, waiting to be free.

Above all, my fear is that you will not remember my fears.