Chapter one: Interstella
The year 2014 had been harrowing for me in England; my enemy which is myself dropped out of course that made her unhappy since it doesn't involve science. So as a resort I took up two courses that pleased me well AS Art and science A-levels in sixth form; the only problem now is that I'm constantly hurting. I hurting because seeing myself being the must stupidest person in my classes since everyone has scored A's and B's in their coursework and examinations. I know I should not feel sorry for myself; the only cure is to the do my best and believe in my strengths which requires a large amount of energy, I should known that I'm the only one who is capable of harnessing this energy.
"What makes a man would be to commit yourself to the light and let the light guide you to peace and sublime, were all are akin." I got that quote from a novel that I found moving in a sadistic poem of pain and sorrow. The second stanza is "that seems too much to ask for; when the stars fall the akin ties are severed, never to be reattached again."
The poet who wrote this poem has had a similar experience to myself; he lost his brother and his only best friend in the First World War and my friend was killed by a gang in Croydon. My friend was not just a companion, she was like a sister to me.
My favourite part of the poem is "your alone, your kin is gone; you can either put a bullet in your head to join your beloved, or believe in your strengths. But I am confused and scared of life itself; open your third eye and see the secrets you knew but your did not know come to life to aid you."
Antony Grey is saying to open your third eye so we can become one in the universe; the realm we live in today is not the only realm, my friend surely know that. Imagine that, being able to travel to other world to see different forms of life alive or dead. It wouldn't matter to me. As a matter of fact that would be my latest pass time, astral projection.
Afternoon has nearly ended as I realised gold crimson has been washed with grey and blue in December to become twilight; it's time for this lost soul to take a nap.
The third eye or the pineal gland is my personal subject that I like to discuss with my best friend Eva Johnson. We would become interstellar by letting go of our earthly desires. Seeing stars and shapes as time goes by makes me and Eva become distant with reality, because the reality we see with our pineal glands are our reality.
As sleep takes over my body I veer into darkness.
"Sleep well my little Stella, sleep well" the voice echoed.
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hello guys expect chapter seven on the 20th of december; thats when I'v have finished all my coursework