Inhale a breath like no other.
An air still, yet warm to the touch.
Rain in some spots, snow in others.
Still not overwhelming.
In fact comforting.
A slight incline comes into view with a ravishing maple tree with crimson red leaves.
You cease the need for oxygen, the need for almost anything.
Steps become quick but calculated strides.
Just to reach the shade, from the sun that once provided so much comfort.
Away from the paradise just meters in distance.
Alluring is its nature, as expected.
And never have things been more clear.

The field of passiveness, sits next to the forest of confusion. This forest echoes true sorrow from it's creator, but that sorrow was only a state of mind; one of many the daunting trees express. They all call in any who are unfortunate enough to be caught under the hypnotic pull. They say you become someone else when entering that forest. You have to rebuild yourself from confusion, but for what... To stuff away the being you once were. Try to understand that the being you were and the being you become are two pieces to the "real" being. The forest is a stage of transmutation. Most die before realizing this, because most fear what they become. Causing them to falter when they need to move with haste. The truth is, the forest cannot be understood. it can only be embraced.

What I saw was startling, yet comforting. I found myself in awe. My ability to speak without hesitation was striped from me for that two minutes of time. It could have easily been a figment of my imagination and had the exact same effect.

We undergo change at every point, shifting slightly by inspirational trances. We know it comes at a cost but we have no doubt. You see, we've already died for this gift; a gift of self. A vision of truth, if only taken in portions. However, these parts come together the more you gather. In turn the more information you recall, the more sense things will make. The cost is life, but it is no competition of importance. The augmentation is well worth it considering the clarity bestowed.

I remember the fall well. I grew in beauty as my life drained. I lost the strength to hold onto the branches, and the air sent me spiraling out of control. The descent was slow and everything I held dear was staring back down at me in slow motion. I released all built up tension as I readied my body for a devastating impact. However, I flowed down without gaining speed. I shifted my weight and instead of hitting the ground, I was carried away by a breeze. I am now lifeless, inert in mind. Yet I still move about just out of reach.

Being captivated by abundance of light sounds as if it would produce more light. Shadows pull both recipients down from The Whole and into the void. Placed with the intent of creating confusion buried in the subconscious. All memories wiped leaving a shell, will little memory of the fall aside from the strongest of emotions present; love followed by deceit, tailed by defiance. The destruction afterwards is the most captivating because of the need. Absorbtion of all in the path to fuel the fire of transmutation.

I've met a mirror image of myself. We both burned with passion, as we recognized each other's soul at first sight. The heat was the only embrace I needed. The time wasn't right and the circumstances were against the burning. Therefore cutting the oxygen off my own flame. The flame is in a dormant state but the slightest bit of oxygen would burst it right back instantaneously. As of now a strong wind waits for its chance to reinvigorate the fire. The glass case surrounding must be broken.

My dreams are flooded with a presence... A presence that reminds me of the time between realms. A presence that I have joyful memories of, however I am left in daze. Something tells me this daze is from the loss of my soul. I am not permitted to feel like before. I guess it's true, solitude best fits my nature. It is true, no matter how much I wish it would change.

Conflicting is the first thing that comes to mind.
There is no quiet place to think, because the rumble comes from within.
One will struggle to focus on themselves when they are not alone.
Some companions clinge to before in a trace like state, others yearn to escape.
There is however one who is content. One who already knows the outcome of something that eludes others.
This one is calm for it is the only means of egress. This one knows best, that the calm before the storm is tranquil. Also that the storm will rage long before subsides.

After a vast time spent under the maple, I began to ascend. The limbs thinned out the higher I went, but I didn't stop. I pushed on. This opened many doors. Enough to keep me occupied for years. After I lost sight of the maple it was never saw again. Instead of using the tree to gain fluid lucidity, it became an unnecessary step in the process. Very little keeps me away from beyond. Oddly enough this brings me comfort. Only a few more steps further...