Something Is Happening

I touched the darkened floor,
Rushed inside the darkened core.
In the dark I poured, poured more of myself.
From where did I come? From where had it came?
Everything's shifting, never the same.
It's all insane. Or am I never insane?
Walking through nothing, anything, nothing to blame.
Nothing in blame. Footsteps downpour like the rain.
I am like the rain, pouring. Ignoring my name.
Ignoring. Pouring, pouring, adoring all of this.
As I called all of this, I caused all of this.
A dark abyss at the heart of it.
But now as I look, I see a spark of it.
A spark of my mind where I can find,
That I can intertwine my self-divine,
I can craft something of this. More of this.
More of me. More to pour into this scene.
Where nothing's what it seems. Things moving through the seams.
But what does it mean? Does it have a meaning?
Guess we'll have to see. See that this is the dream.

What is this place? I'm losing taste.
I feel like I'm going to lose the weight.
This darkened tunnel. The darkness in my heart funnels.
I'm going past. I feel with such intensity in my spine,
It's like a hardened golden rasp.
I can't even go and laugh.
Goats. Goats. A stroke of calf.
Calf. Bear. Bear that steps with horns.
Things. Coiled snakes. Vines and rose thorns.
Things that scar. Things that harm.
Things that jolt your spine and make things like alarms,
Alarming you to yourself. I have to ask for help.
I kept it all to myself. Inside this space,
I hid my wealth in the dirt.
Did I hide my self-worth in the dirt?
Gold and jewels stick up from the dirt.
Things intertwined with wool. I walk with wolves.
Looking at this eclipse. The way it lifts each of my feet.
But I sink and sink inside these things so deep.
Deep, deep in the soil. Like a seed.
And my soil. Where is my royal?
Where is my royal? My crown.
Scattered all around. I'm sitting down.
Down. Down. Hearing. Listening for that humming sound that sleeps.
Negotiation with the nurture.
With the spirits that murmur to me. To be free. To see. To feed. A need.
To be me. Like I bleed. Wolves that cut deep.
Blood on the floor. It seeps. It weeps.
Blood on the floor. It weeps. It weeps.
Leaps to claim. Leaps to go its own way.
Leaps to go its own way. Has its own way.
Has its own way. I stay here on my knees.
Just let me leave. Just let me leave.
Just let me leave. Just away like a breeze.
Just away inside the ease.
Just away inside the dream. Just away inside this dream.

Don't come near, don't come near,
Rushing through the eyes of tears,
Rushing through the eyes of fears that are clear,
That are clear, that are near,
That are falling through, that fall to you,
That fall to you, to the floor,
The floor that knows more
Of what I had to pour inside,
The score, the score on this life.

This very night, glints and tears like light
I water my soil in tears.
The king is near, and I have fear
To take this throne, to take back my crown
And go back around, go back to the home,
Go back to my home. Will I go back alone?
Will I have to go back alone?

A desperate moan, a desperate groan,
Everything inside this desperate tone,
Everything inside this darkened dome,
All the things to hold, holding crystals in my hand,
Putting darkened nights in trance,
Darkened nights I stand, a dominant stance,
Still I dance, still I attempt to crack a smile,
Still I hold hands with my inner child,

He tells me this place is still a place of play,
This place though dark at night it still can shine like day,
I can find a way, we can find a way,
We can pave the way, we can save the day,
Be saved from the days, the eclipse won't be long,
Soon I'll take the throne, I'll go home, I'm not alone.

Galaxy lights, still beautiful in this night,
I'll be alright, I'll just light my light with me,
Light my light with me, see me as I see you,
See me as I'm free, I'm free, I'm free,
Free to dream as I dream.

Reflection

Each of these were channelled over the course of an hour. I was listening to Chantress Seba while I was doing this. My base process was conjuring buried emotions, turning my recorder on, and expressing what I felt. There is more to it in which I teach in my Inner Child Rememberance. I feel so better and my inner vassals will assist me in processing this. I wonder what happens next...