A Self-Study Within A Broken Mind

Understandably, I had not been back for a few days. I had a lot of information to mull over, and having read it over just now, I decided to confront her. When I opened my eyes in the library, I was no longer in the library, but the garden Lila recreated from the story I provided. The green of the foliage was pleasant to look at, but I was still stuck in the body of a child born to Lila. There had to be a reason for it. When my view shifted, I fussed again to call attention to myself. There she was, standing over me. Rather than address me, she uncovered her chest and held my head close to her left nipple. I felt my stomach gurgle, and was sucking on her breast before I knew what was happening. “When you aren’t here, the baby is just a baby,” Lila said. I tried to pull away from the part of her inside my mouth, but the body wanted to drink more. “I know you’re back in, but I was just about to feed her, so enjoy feeling like a child again for the moment. Or are you perhaps getting hard t...

Close your eyes and picture a place where you can go, where you can be at ease, where everything makes sense, and you can breathe free. It starts in darkness, how all things begin. It starts with a pleasing voice asking for help, until darkness replies. Borne out of loneliness deeper than any ocean, lost in the throes of the storming seas of life, afraid to begin, to wade through the waters where dangers reside. This is a slip of reality, and will be quite sad to witness, pathetic perhaps even, a sad escape, seeking sanctuary, and hidden behind silly names of that Who Sits Upon The Astral Seat. And yet, it will try to heal itself, by knowledge, by sharing, and knowing it was recorded before, live, while witnessing and feeling those things in real time. Molded into three long stories, each more pathetic than the last, of a person fighting to live, while their mind is clearly broken, pulverized by eternal emptiness of life and cowardice. Maybe it's not worth reading. Maybe it's n...