Return to Egypt?


I refuse to go back to Egypt. I refuse because the pain there was immense and the shame of humiliation was even worse; suffering from rejection by those n authority, we took on their characteristics and assumed those roles n our own lives. We hated each other, berated each other, despised the presence of each other and learned nothing more than how to complain about it all. Today we remain as we once were without ne apparant hope of ever going forward and n fact, when faced with the challenge of a new day, we, according to our first mind, begin turning around, even if we appear to b moving forward. Can we really c y nothing ever changes? Its because we have not changed but rather sculpted everything nto a nice little box of sorts, having removed every uncomfortable element and we just stay there. Its very sad and even hurtful yet it remains our truth.. I, for one, have to decide to enter nto that L.O.N.S. status n pursuit of mine. If im to b outside the box then my mind must accompany me. Im going to explore and learn and silence all the excessive vocal exercise, however, when i return, i will have an amazing story for u..


Signing off...

980 Belle Meade

980 Belle Meade

And what was it, two, count emm, two limited access gates to an exclusive island belle in which i resided within a space of 3500 sq ft of dead air.. within its nterior existed every possible thing considered treasurable to the world and yet as i sat amongst that compilation of stuff, i felt as devoid of life as the luxurious buddha that often accompanied me to dinner enclased within those rooms of glass that daily magnified the sun but not that house.. around this grand, two storied structure thrived the lushest of greenery nterspersed with native wildlife and it was n their domain that i felt most human; most alive... within that mini of sorts flowed a very cold, ancient, dry darkness of whos name i never knew yet lived side by side with for many years. The invisible discords of this ancient one often assailed me: pressing down upon me; whispering n my ear of ears; trailing me through its domain n an never ending ploy of pursuit; visiting me n the inner realms of my thoughts.. this humanistic catacomb strived to suck the very essence out of me through pursuasions of 6 figures which lead to 7 and all i had to do was provide special services n the order of the mistress; and i complied for a while until the lack of light within this demure environment drove me to the point of exile.. i left this building many years ago only to find myself trailed by this age old void as it attempts to finish me but what is different is that i no longer have to b concerned with my rear.. I move forward leaving it and its slowly fading pleas of compromise n the sea of no more.. I move forward towards a gate of life and that more abundantly and i know that within those mansions, i am home..