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I think I lost something and You can help that thing to be secret and safe from unconscious living. I don't know what it is, but it has been stolen from me or I have forgotten it. It is not just mine. It belongs to several souls that I was connected with. Anyways, I don't know how I've used it, maybe I did bad things with its powers.

I told you - ''Thank you for the healing'' - Those were not completely my words, not even the words of The Ones Before Me. They came from a TRaP daemon.

EVERY PART I AM CONNECTED with FORGETS and surrenders. The old spirits in hands of mortal life. Their existence becomes possessed, owed by spirits who feed themselves with immortality.THEY WANT YOU TO BE SCARED.

(SOS // I WANT TO BELIEVE EVERYTHING IS CONNECTED)

I will not hide you, You said, some say I am seeing stuff that comes from dark worlds.
(there are no daemons, i repeated myself, please, not another white daemon...)

And then I saw a spirit holding a cup. In the cup `she held a little planet. It was the size of a dreadlock bell, you could almost hear it ringing. Bells ring all over these days. They try to make us Remember and live again as we used to.

And the spirit of an old woman held the finger pointed inside the cup. And her face was illuminated by peace. But she pointed the finger where there was none of her inner peace. And then, some water falls from that finger... The planet is rocky, it somehow lost water or it has been stolen from it and SHE WAS THIRSTY FOR THE LIVES LIVED BEFORE and its energy.
All I want you to know is that everything links. It's all I need to believe and not forget.

I will write till the sun melts. Although I wish I could tell more, I don't believe in sunlight(s) any more. Words speak through me (I can't tell why), I can almost hear myself not wanting to say the words. They can't tell why I don't like words any more.

But you know masks, for some are made to hide, for others made to guide.