>>5836794>>5837007>>5837541>[ASSESMENT: Spiritual •••+] Ride the wave and take hold of your desires
The burning doesn't stop and not matter how many deep breaths you take, you couldn't shove it inside back to the dark and hidden places inside you.You let this burning sensation spread through all of you, from the bottom to the top. You see yourself - yes!, you can see yourself laying down! - more lighter - but didn't you say I can see myself? Can I see myself or can I feel myself? - and the grass seems freshier. You breath and you could taste the green, hear the green singing a some kinda of song in a weird language you can't understand, but it's definetly some weird math equation. What are we talking about? Equations? When was last time you learn this? University. Oh yeah, university. Nah. I won't check on Robert. Not my fucking problem. James is calling you. Say something. You answer him and you feel your mouth wide open laughing dumbly, but more secure than you ever was in your whole life. You pick your phone, open spotify and puts on a weird playlist the app suggests. Damn, this thing knows you are floating around hearing weird things and having a primordial, primal flame inside you making you ascending to the astral reaches of this god-forsaken world. You start hearing... Is this Portishead? You hear Kimberly saying something about Portishead and James agreeing. You hear voices of Lamar and Peter talking about something related to this music. Grace gets in the conversation and even tries to make Hekko join, but he seems too distant, in another realm of his own. Yeah, yeah. You remember you felt something surrounding him earlier. You shiver for a second and you can see yourself - again can I see? Yes, again -, but you are still on the ground.
The stars are beautiful. You could count them all and they told you unfathomable secrets. They call it "Music of the Spheres", apparently. You can't understand half of it and the other half you are too high to understand. But this fire burning in you tells you to keep going. You keep going. You mumble something about this and someone notices. Or more than one person. You look at them. You can see a myriad of colors around them: They are bright and vibrant, sharp and flickering. Light Blue, Pink, Violet, Rose, Yellow, Blue, and Gold. They are beautiful and you touch them with excitment and gentleness, without a care in the world. You feel these colors touching you back. You smile in happiness and serenity, hearing more voices asking things to you and you laugh back as you answer. Whispers around you and the grass still keeps talking to you. The stars feel closer to you and you are floating now. You see yourself with these colorus and you dancing, celebrating life as it is. Equations come to your mind, still singing to you and telling you to write down what you see and hear. You do this, picking you phone and noting down everything.