To enter into a world where those around you are ignorant of what you are; and where you've come from; is in truth a restful thing. However it has its own downfalls too. It is good to try to be 'normally human' for a while; but frustrating to try to adapt into a world where the humans around you seem so crucially difficult to relate to. It feels like entering into a foreign land, and having to learn the language and the history all anew.
But it appears the only way to become invisible. To be surrounded by the ignorant and the lost, to become those same things yourself. It seems necessary, during these times, to follow that direction and become what is meant to be.
However, a big part of life is missing; there is strong regret. There is an ego that feels bruised that is in need of repair. It lacks its identity; it feels lost. That is perhaps what this journey is really all about. A humbling. A resorting back to the very first square. To then move forwards once more. Picking up the right trail and learning from past mistakes. For that is what this feels like.
However, observant mind is almost always active; reviewing; taking part without being a part. The ego feels so very strange in low vibrations; energies restrained. A different world so far away from recent experiences. A world apparently devoid of anything unusual - anything paranormal or supernatural ... for now.
