there's a world after this. After life. After earth, and before the end. Eternity is constant, but that too will end. It will change. Many mortals believe that eternity will be stagnant and that nothing will change.
This is foolish. Things will not be perfect. There shall be violence. Bloodshed. Wars. Progression. Evolution. To believe that we will all play harps or burn in flame is unintelligent, not to mention simple minded.
Stories make us who we are. I have transcended that. I speak to people of legends old and new, I tell tales of grand proportions, and of the smallest scale. Every story has value, and having realized this, I am going to tel you a story I feel needs to be shared.
It is not a story that has happened yet, and it may never happen in the reality we know. But by telling this story, we create a reality where this story is the truth. Where every word, letter, paragraph serves as the blueprint for the very fabric of that universe.
As I write this story, as you write yours, as you create and live your story, remember one thing. To witness stories is to observe those realities. To tell stories is to alter and expand those realities. To create stories is to create realities.
2 Nephi 21: 14-16 - But, behold, Zion hath said: The Lord hath forsaken me, and my Lord hath forgotten me—but he will show that he hath not. For can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? Yea, they may forget, yet will I not forget thee, O house of Israel. Behold, I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands; thy walls are continually before me.
Gospel of Skyler version: We cry to our God, "Where are you!? Have you forgotten me?" A woman can forget her precious baby, but God cannot forget us. The scars of his Sacrifice for us, his Atonement, are engraven on the palms of his hands. Our limitations and our weaknesses are constantly on his mind because he has felt them, and transcended them. Only he knows how.
Audience, he has not forgotten you. He cannot forget you.
Pray that he reveals himself to you, and he shall. Eventually.
everything changes and everyone leaves.
lost myself in my own sea.
thoughts swirling always tormenting me.
voices inside my head come to me.
there's usually three, sometimes two.
are they me, or are they something else? does it matter?
The trees turn brown and off fall the leaves
Floating away to the eternal sea
Thoughts in my head may meticulously shape me
Voices of friends and enemies speak to me
Sometimes, three, sometimes two
But no matter what, I will always be
If not for me, then for you.
dont understand don't understand
youre in my head you're in my head
should feel nothing fo-or you
If you're going to be rude enough to take up residency in my mind at least have the decency to show up in reality
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