You get up. You get up. You get up. Thrice-great you get up and you are finally alive. Your fingers and toes are the extension of Earth itself and you command Her. Her heart beats same speed as yours. You are connected and have no fear in prophisize this to those around you. Someone touch your shoulder and you touch them back. Someone approach you and you approach them back. Are you still in the Hyde Park? You look around and you see the neat place Peter got to you all to chill. You are still hear. You hear the chime bells running with the wind, but you are still in same spot. Doesn't matter for so you are connected and connected you can feel everything around you like a clairvoyant. You reach to the stars and all those colours mix with you, showering you with their energy. You command these colors to abide to your will and they do it without questioning.The sun wasn't near to rise, but you feel it burning inside you as well. You are a whole universe ready to spawn new creation. You walk through the grass barefoot - where is your pair of sneakers? - and you create new life each step. Birth, Growth, Decay. That's how James call his "Three beautiful and cruel misstress". You go to James and talk about your revelations. He laughs and keeps following you. Is he following me? You laugh. You say something to his face and he laughs back at you. You laugh back again, but you laugh at whole creation. The world laughs back at you, but the laugh with you, not against you. You are at peace and Earth is at peace.
You close your eyes and breath. Even with eyes shut, you see colors. You see a color scrambled like static and hear the sound of white noise. Silver. You open your eyes and like Mother Earth taking care of their desolated children, you go to it. You embrace it, passing a bit of your burning fire to it. It rages against you. You hold it to you. It calms down. You smile. You laugh. You hear Grace laughing. You kick some leaves at her and she kicks back to you. You all walk in circles, flying through the sky as true beings of light. You hear more whispers. You look around, whispers are loud as a clear day and you talk to them.
You touch and approach them again. You don't know where you are. It does not matter. Never mattered. You blink and you float, surrounded by your own fire burning everything around, purifying for the most sacred rite there is: the expression of your pure heart's desire. Everything is black. It's only you now.
No. This is a lie. It's not only you anymore. You are not alone. You took hold of your actions. You are definetly not alone. You brought someone with you. No matter how many people you brought, but you brought.
Who is it? Who are they?
>someone you already expect
>someone you didn't expect
>someone you know deeply