I started to helplessly fade into darkness. I could see all the energy being sucked out from the crown of my head by this entity, which I now referred to as the “Voice.” I saw all the creativity that was in me flow into the air heading towards the Voice. Surprisingly, a part of me was actually grateful for this experience because I was able to see the many voices of our previous masters of creativity, which are all accessible to me and within the creative well. In that energetic flow, I saw the voices of Siqueiros, Picasso, Vermeer, Lennon, Mercury, Bonham, Kafka, Hesse, Garcia Marquez and infinity of other creative voices. All of their voices twirled and weaved with one another. In some instances, the voices were harmonizing with each other and at other times there was a complete separation. I had no clue that the previous work of the masters of creativity and all their powerful information was available within the library of my soul. And now, here I was seeing my full potential being stolen.
I heard the sound of a stone being cracked open, loud and piercing. I followed the sound and from my solar plexus came the shadow of the bird-like figure. It did not flow out as the rest of my energy had previously, instead it charged towards the Voice. It began to spin around as it flew and with each spin it grew in size and began to morph into the Entity. With the last spin, the Entity pulled out a sword and struck it to break the flow of my energy from being taken. He held me and with his right arm and wing shielded me from the Voice.
From the translucency of the Entity, I could see a door slam open. I saw the Homeless Man in the darkness running in projected as a child to grab my brother Josh.
I completely fainted.
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I heard the sound of a stone being cracked open, loud and piercing. I followed the sound and from my solar plexus came the shadow of the bird-like figure. It did not flow out as the rest of my energy had previously, instead it charged towards the Voice. It began to spin around as it flew and with each spin it grew in size and began to morph into the Entity. With the last spin, the Entity pulled out a sword and struck it to break the flow of my energy from being taken. He held me and with his right arm and wing shielded me from the Voice.
From the translucency of the Entity, I could see a door slam open. I saw the Homeless Man in the darkness running in projected as a child to grab my brother Josh.
I completely fainted.
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