I Wish Upon A Star

Do you gaze up at the night sky and long for someplace you can’t name.  Can you picture the purple-pink-colored sands around a crater with ocean tides?  Does your soul remember elsewhere?  Since I can remember I have always gazed longingly into the night sky, imagining faraway worlds and not so far away worlds.  Imagining the different living creatures and beings.  I feel so drawn to certain parts of the night sky that I feel as though if I let myself self go enough I would be pulled to it.  The sky, in general, feels that way even in a fully lit sky if I lay back and gaze up I feel the sensation of being pulled upwards while simultaneously being anchored somehow.  I envy the birds flying and gliding in the sky, the freedom of movement.  I long to feel that freedom.

I love the sensation of falling, I only hate the feeling of being halted and pulled back upward.  I can imagine the feel of space, of being up so high and seeing the smallest dot of Earth and other planets.  I long to taste the feast of galactic civilizations to see their art, surely there is art no matter how evolved they are.  I long for conversation with a perspective I never knew I needed because I couldn’t fathom its existence.  I long to speak without uttering a word from my mouth.  To feel differently and to understand differently and openly.  I long for scenery I know exists but I have no real reference for it.

I wish I could understand even an eight of reality because I do not believe we even have the faintest idea. Otherworlds, inner worlds, dimensional worlds, spirit worlds the list is endless. I would love to see this world become less resource-controlled. A lot of things could do with changing though I do not claim to know what all or even how best to do so. I wish I could have a full two-way conversation with my cat but I suppose in a sense we communicate emotionally maybe even telepathically in a subtle way. I wish she would live forever. I watch her sleep sometimes to just soak up the moment. I talk to birds and all sorts of critters. I am not fond of spiders, but I still make an effort to trap and release them. Bees are another story I typically try to persuade them to exit because I am allergic. I long for a oneness that I know is possible but so far from being true. I long to live and to connect with others. I want to see the joy on faces again and the connection. If we can dream it, then we can achieve it.


Published by izzysconfessions

I was born and raised in the smallest of towns in Southwest Virginia. A town that is extraordinarily active, yet a town that is like it's very own little mini Bible belt. My dad was Baptist, my mom pentecostal, and I'm paranormal. I would venture to say it is somewhat of a family trait. One that is met with equal acceptance and curiosity as much as it is met with skepticism. Individually and collectively so much has been experienced and witnessed at times to such a degree that one might wonder how on earth there is room for doubt. I dont have all the answers, I do not have it all figured out. Im as human as everyone else relying heavily many mornings on a lot of coffee and a little Jesus. In fact, I can't decide what I want for dinner most days. One constant is I cannot go a single day without chocolate. Pour a cup of coffee, or a little tea and whiskey and join me in my confessions of a haunted freak.

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