Suddenly a rush came in.
A flowing energy emerging from a new source.
A new phantom.
So complex and perfectly situated in the moment of life where it has to be found and lost within itself.
Coming to communicate so much.
Understood in such a limited extent.
Poor beautiful soul.
Comprehension doesn’t lack when this phantom visits me.
A phantom is a soul.
Tends to be a soul that has been left alone on earth roaming as if looking towards finding something, someone, or somewhere where to inhabit.
A lost soul roaming around. Becoming scary to the rest.
So unique and rare, it scares.
This is not this type of phantom.
This is a phantom that ignites fire in one’s chest when fusing into one’s openness.
Suddenly it looks through my window from time to time, and it makes you wonder.
Who were you before this phantom looked through your window?
Just the same, but without having a phantom?
It’s complex.
A phantom comes through my window some days.
It comes and creates an energy shift in the air.
Suddenly so many things come to mind when you interact with your phantom.
Heart beats fast and brain invites so many connections.
Creation comes and screams for you to do it.
You can not keep quiet.
You inside burns with the desire to create something with the communication he provides.
Something familiar calls you into this creatures being.
One by just looking thinks they can see it all.
A phantom would be considered transparent and easy to see through… the reality is that it hides so much inside of it.
They try to reach out to touch on its inside
I’ll look at my window sometimes and hope for it to pass by.
It’s nice when it does.
Some times it passes by, although not all the times.
When it does not, it has a certain beauty to it as well.
The presence of it is the lack of absence from it.
It throws my papers silently and it just speaks without words.
A phantom looks differently for each one.
Do we all have a phantom?
This is relative to one thinking of someone else’s phantom.
One can have more than one.
More than one phantom may roam around my window sometimes.
They are not the same.
They don’t have the same look or expression.
Phantoms are very metaphorical.
Who knows which phantoms will one encounter when they have never found one?
This is for each to know in the end (or the middle?).
Each on can understand a different concept for phantom.
Mine is for me to learn from.
Exchange ideas, concepts, creativity, pieces, creations.
It is quiet and tends to have an ability to stay where it has to within its movements.
It has a certain way of staring.
It intrigues.
Hugs.
Surrounds.
Opens the arms of one to be and become.
Brings a space of toughness with the cerebral connections that don’t seem to connect as often.
It tends to come by my side when I need it, not when I want it.
It has to be a fortune having a phantom.
Who would’ve said I would have it.
It is not mine, I must admit and remind myself.
It is for me to learn from and experience a period of time with it.
It might leave tomorrow.
Although while it keeps crawling up my window, I will keep on appreciating its appearance.
Come come come and have a time to reflect.
Quiet your mind.
Stare-
What do you see?
It asks me ‘what do I see with?’ And ‘why do I limit to watch with only one sense?’ As well as ‘when will you get to learn and understand how much of a beautifully infinite being you are and all the ways in which you are able to see?’
My phantom does not ask with words or any verbal aspect of the word itself.
I just know what it wants to say when it feels like saying something.
I can also see with my nose, my touch, my heart, my hand, my feet, and my soul.
They all see.
I allow myself to do so in the spaces of openness and different silences.
Visual, hearing, energetic, mental silence.
When allowing the thoughts to come and not rejecting the confrontation and explorations they make me have with myself about my interpretation of my life.
My phantom guides me on the things I know, but I don’t remember I do since I don’t touch those sometimes.
My phantom visits my window sometimes.
What a blessing it is to have a phantom.
Grateful for having a phantom and recognizing it.
It visits when I need it, not when I want to.
I can see mine.
I can’t see other peoples’ one.
They might let me, but their phantom might not want to meet me.
It is not my job to do so.
It is not other peoples’ job to meet it either.
The lessons from others to learn from theirs are theirs to explore.
Begin to see with everything with all of yourself, it says.
See the joy and anguish within it.
It will bring peace confronting your shadow’s demons.
The scary part, is touching the untouched and the unknown.
One has to risk it and dare.
Look look look look!
Stare.
Walk inwards.
What is it that ignites your soul?
Stare at the middle of your forehead with your eyes or touch it with your hands.
You can also see like this.
Bring to the world what you have inside and it will bloom!
Make the world flourish, even if it is only your world.
Leave somewhere down on earth what you want people to know you thought before you leave and take those thoughts and ideas with you to the other side.
My phantom visits me through my window sometimes.
It is a blessing to have a phantom.
He is my phantom and he comes to me specifically for a reason.
We are meant to meet in this point in time, today, right now, in this precise moment.
A magnetism brings us together.
We can see through each other without saying anything.
We don’t have a need to say anything. We know already. We just remind ourselves our own value of existance.
Talk to me about your phantom(s) in the comments :)) more than happy to hear what it looks and feels like to you.
Thank you for being here.
I send you love and light.
I love you.
MyBk
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