CHAPTER 16: THE VEIL
5:55am – Friday, September 30th/2016
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September 30th, 2016
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5:55am
I've come to the conclusion that the tapestry my life has woven for me, is starting to come undone.. the knots are frayed at the ends, and someone has proceeded to pull on the hanging threads.
This I know.
This I choose to understand.
My intentions are not to harm this world, yet fire is seeping into my bones, and the world is about to melt around me.
I shall be on my way, soon.
I will not leave an imprint in this life that has chosen me.
My message shall be sealed back into my vessel, and I shall save it for another timeline.
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October 4th, 2016
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4:44am
This sickness is not passing. I have had to seek traditional remedies after the medical practices this world provides are merely delusional placebos. Yet the traditional practices seem to only light the outer regions of my existence. They do not pass through the prism of this world. They cannot break through the cosmic net I've been blocked from. I am a colourless vase of nothingness.
Choices are governed by consequence here, and I shall make do with what I have for now, until I pass.
7:06am
I recognize only two colours right now.. the dark surrounding myself, and the red buried within Wade.
He hides a dark burning phantom, deep inside of himself. I cannot find what it is, even in my dreams.
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October 6th, 2016
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3:33am
I wake up in a forest, naked.
The ground beneath me is silver.
The moon reflects off of the surface.
The trees are tall.
Their haunting branches loom above.
They crack against each other.
When I stand up, the gravity pushing my body down is strong.
There is a drawn encryption carved in my skin.
The symbols are red, and all attached by lines.
Studying them, I hear an explosion.
Further in the woods is a flame.
Across the silver lining of the forest, I walk towards the fire.
When I fearfully approach, the winds howl around me, and a storm brews above me.
The thick moving clouds never drop water, but scatter lightening across the sky.
Staring back at the fire, the flames fade, and a house becomes visible.
The front door opens, and a little boy walks outside.
His body is emitting smoke, and he falls onto the silver beneath him.
A little girl follows the boy outside, and her body drops beside the boy.
A woman exits the house and stands in front of the children.
She stares straight into me.
The marks on my body start to glow.
The woman has a shovel in her hand and slides it into the silver beside the children.
She digs a grave for them and pushes their limp bodies into the open hole.
When shovelling the silver back over top of their bodies, the soil turns to gold.
She looks back up at me and whispers, "mendacium".
The woman melts in front of my eyes and infuses with the gold.
The house crumbles.
Looking down at myself, the markings become blood.
The pain slowly increases across my body.
Everything becomes black, and I wake up.
This dream has happened over and over each night, but in different situations.
First, it was an open beach covered in sand.
Second, was water. Which turned into gasoline.
By the third time this happened, I became sick.
I then looked up the word "mendacium".
I do not trust him.
3:33am – Thursday, October 6th/2016
