Hallucinations of the Prinsediran XVIII: I Will Be [An Example]

A full circle and a few more turns and we are here again. It’s been long I heard from Moi, but Moi is finally here and to let Me know of what will be.

One won’t say one wants to be rich or famous or anything hyper, for what will be will be.

I will be an example of that dream that never came true
I will be that fiction that never became untrue
I will be the one who never lived
I will be the one who never died.

I will be that smile that never faded
I will be that tear that never dried
I will be that wound that time never healed
I will be that old wound that never opened up.

I will be that hair that never grew,
that ripe fruit that never fell.
I will be that hair that never turned grey,
that fruit that never ripened.

I will be the egg that never hatched,
the sun that never rose.
I will be the star that never shone,
the sun that never set.
I will be the moon that never faded.

I will be that child that never grew up,
that man that never grew old.
I will be that child that was never born,
that father that never died.

I will be an example of this
I will be an example of that
A curse, a blessing, I will be what you see in yourself.

Come rain come sun, one will be an example of what is, what shouldn’t be, what can be, what will be, what cannot be and what wouldn’t be.

Hallucinations of the Prinsediran XVII: I Am Afraid [Of Hoping]

I am afraid I am here again, alone with Moi and Moi said.. “I am afraid this condition called ‘being alive’ will last forever. I do hope my life has an end”

I am becoming worryingly aware that I’m quite creative. I am afraid of what I might do.. Though I used to be intelligent until I became creative, I don’t know which one was better. I do hope pride doesn’t takeover me.

I am afraid I’m defenceless, I do hope the devil overlooks me.

I am afraid of silence….I hope the music will never end.

I am afraid I am falling…someone had gotten careless and let me go. It’ll be selfish for me to stand by myself and for myself. I do hope I’ll stand for someone, someday.

I am afraid the light is becoming more intense… I don’t know what sin I committed against it, I can hardly comprehend it these days. I do hope I’ll be forgiven someday.

I am afraid of the road ahead of me…surely there will be peace somewhere. If I hope on that, it becomes obvious that I’ll never get it. I am afraid of hope, for once I hope, I’m almost certain it will never come to pass.

What do you hope for?

Prinsedira, Wuzybury

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