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Descovia Apr 2021
I am more than what
I see, when I look into the mirror
To see who is real me.
Everything morphs to blend
in with the phases of reality.

Energy in the surrounding field lifted
All the good intentions overflowing in my puzzled mind
Spread throughout my body and melted my repulsive despair
unconquerable appetite for my sacrifices
No matter if it served a cause for good or bad purposes.
A sacred prayer of family tradition called for this occasion.
The black candle emitted a powerful, mesmerizing glow and the fire danced with darkness.

My eyes involuntarily begin to roll and tearing excessively
Every breath I took made me sink. Heaviness was present, it could be felt existing all in my life force. My physical weight increased and all functioning organs momentarily delayed along with moving time. Could this be reversed?  This was not meant to be done. It's like I jumped too far ahead of levels
in a video game, which my character was not designed to complete missions for.

Did I tap into power on a magical plane, not meant accessible to humans?

"Matthew is not human at all"

"What is time?"

"What is this?"

"We are more than one lifetime" it was a bit mortifying and surprising to hear my very voice being shared with countless men, women and even children that slowly begin to appear in mirror I was facing.  

Shadows with distinctive features loomed in my peripheral vision, then drastically but slowly morphing into the physical of an actual being.

One glance into the reflective surface once more.
Beyond absolute conscious comprehension
it was as if reality was broken.

"We should have been gone long ago"
"The winds calls for those, when it's time."
"È ora di cambiare" (It's time to change)
La mia vita è leggera  (My life is light)
Mi luce ti protegge (My light will protect you)

My reflection pupil's dilated and it was speaking directly to me,
with all the people whom appeared.

In reality, I was remaining on the other side
trying to compose thoughts and my actual-self.
My face could be seen in these people.
I did not know them or of them in any way.
The connection felt stronger than a family relation.


These very men. These very women. These children.
They were all me.
Pastlife regression. Magic.

— The End —