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I Belong To The Night

 

I feel as though there is an invisible force pulling me towards something that I cannot explain. For as long as I can remember I have been drawn to the night, I can breath in the fresh air under the night sky. I feel vibrant and alive. Sometimes I will just lay there on the soft grass staring up at the stars and have this sense of longing. A kind of unexplainable déjà vu. As if there is someone out there staring up at the night sky just like me, who can grasp the concept of feeling inexplicably so much more than just 'human'. How do you discover the truth though? That yearning for something that seems just out of reach? It baffles me. How do you attain what you seek, when you do not even know what that is.

I have an incredibly strong connection with animals, a love so profound I cannot explain it. Especially my feline companions.

People irritate me, just the way they go about daily life, it's so mundane, so ordinary. I feel as though I'm suffocating when I walk through the mall.

How are you supposed to rest when every night you see images of far away places, of people you recognise but do not know. I often wake in the early hours in tears, or shaking due to the sheer intensity of my dreams.

They are trying to tell me something.

I see a village burning, horses running scared and villagers screaming. A beautiful girl no more than her early twenties in a long white dress, golden hair and pale skin. Running towards one of the huts on fire, but she is pulled back by a man dressed in armour. Pulled into the forest away from the fire. Away from the chaos. Who is she and why is she so desperate to get to the burning hut? I wish I knew.

All I know for sure is I have an insane sense of déjà vu each and every day, a strong connection to the night, erratic mood swings, and a sense of needing something so desperately, but it being just out of my reach.

Until I discover exactly what that is, I will lay here on the soft grass under the night sky, and dream of a place far better than this.

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AutismRobotrix (2 stories) (5 posts)
 
1 month ago (2017-11-01)
Jasmine 94, I also think perhaps this blonde girl was your daughter and that was another life. She was probably desperate to save you. Or maybe vice versa: You're the blonde girl who was desperate to save someone. And as for the armored dude, maybe that was her or your husband. Would you like me to explain reincarnation?
Jasmine94 (2 stories) (5 posts)
 
2 months ago (2017-10-10)
Hello,
I have considered that. I do feel a lot more than I should and am drawn to animals and nature far more than I am to people. Sometimes I feel as though there's something powerful inside me screaming to get out. I can't explain it.
I'm 23 I just wish I knew where I belong. Knowing "I belong to the night" isn't enough, I need to know why.
AutismRobotrix (2 stories) (5 posts)
 
2 months ago (2017-10-01)
That sounds like you're an introverted witch. I mean a literal witch, not a metaphor for what rhymes with it. Think about it. Witches love cats and the night. But maybe your powers have been barred 'til you're a certain age.
Jasmine94 (2 stories) (5 posts)
 
3 months ago (2017-09-15)
Hi Greg
You sound a lot like me, I'm interested in talking to you.
jasmine_glaze (84 posts)
 
3 months ago (2017-08-31)
Dear Jasmine94,

I've been experiencing the same longing when I was just beginning my journey in the spiritual world. I'd often go out to the garden and stare into the night sky, inhale and exhale the cold air or simply think about life. When I think about that, I feel like I want to cry for some reason.

I believe all the images and dreams you already had are a sign that you need to choose what to do in your life, to find that burning desire that would fill your body and your soul with energy and motivation. Until then, you will feel empty. Perhaps the answer is closer than you think.

I'd be very happy to have an email conversation with you about life and all

Yours,
Jasmine
Greggb (4 stories) (19 posts)
 
4 months ago (2017-08-29)
I'm going through a very similar thing, Jasmine94. The feeling that I don't belong on this planet grows in me every day. "Mundane" is the exact word I'd use to describe my existence. I feel in many ways like an outsider, observing the whole of the human race the way Robert Sapolsky (a famous neurologist) studies orangutans.

I've never felt any serious connection to the stars, like a lot of other people like me do. I've never felt like anyone or anything was trying to contact me. I've just felt very, very different, like I'm aware of something most people aren't, though what that is I can't tell you. I've always felt like I was right on the verge of figuring something obvious out... Something right in front of my nose.

I've encountered a few people like myself. I've talked about them in some of my past posts. The one I knew for sure was like me, in the way that makes me so different, was very cryptic. When she was mad at me one time she told me, "I thought you were one of us," and when I asked her what it meant, she wouldn't tell me. I don't understand why someone would drop a clue like that and not explain it.

A couple of days ago I had an encounter with someone else like me. I have a youtube channel where I have audiobooks and essays I've read aloud, most the work of Carl Jung. She posted a comment that would appear completely out of the blue to most people, but it made total sense to me. Then she posted a really long poem (it takes about 12 minutes to read) that was actually very deep and profound to me. It was far from perfect in the literary sense (I don't think English is her first language) but it had unprecedented depth to me.

I checked and the poem was original, so evidently she wrote it on the spur of the moment, which to me is very impressive.

Something told me I should hurry up and copy and save her comments, so I did, and sure enough, about 30 minutes later she evidently deleted them. It was late at night for me (a little after midnight), and when I think about it, the odds of me seeing her comments in that windows of time are pretty low.

The problem is that there's no way for me to contact her. At first her youtube channel went invisible (she only had playlists, no videos). Then the next day it appeared but there are no links for me to contact her.

It seems very odd that she'd go to so much trouble to write a poem, then delete it a half-hour later. Though I forget to mention that I replied to her first comment... I asked her how and what she'd been studying. Maybe that scared her?

I'm getting ready to write another post with some of my recent experiences. Stay tuned for it if you want to know more about what's been happening to me.

Also, if you or anyone reading wants to get in contact with me, my email address is whiskeydango at gmail.

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