Rapport – Through The Looking Glass – Invisible Other
Rapport – Through The Looking Glass – Invisible Other
Hello my invisible other…your imaginary mind companion at present is battling against the dark forces…once upon a time I have come to know so well…the devil has become so predictable these days I can see straight through him…its almost as if I’ve been awoken in the future to relive once was…a second nature to be nurtured…Rapport – Through The Looking Glass – Invisible Other
the heart of a mature soul never forgets the persona of a fool…on the other hand a immature heart can indeed fall for the devils decoy…keeping its own soul hidden out of sight…out of mind
When you become wise my invisible other…the devil has nowhere to hide…don’t get me wrong my dear the pauper of darkness wears a disguise that is pleasing to the eye…so many disguises it’s almost impossible to recognize the difference between friend or fiend…
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if you forget to pronounce your R’s your ego could become one of the same thing…a mirror image naked to the untrained I…a reversal of the mind in so many respects…when you see the reflection of the written word in your rear view window…it was back to front to begin with…
appearing to be the right way around in your rear view mirror right in front of you…the magic of the mirror is such…
every time your ego looks into the mirror the soul is fooled into believing you see your true self…do you see the person you are…have become or indeed the persona you would adore to be…or maybe you would love to transform yourself into the ego of all envies deliberately…
a nick and tuck should do the trick…a change of appearance…too many egos love to keep up with the latest trends or should I say endless demands…forgetting everything’s opposite in the real world…changing your perception so much so in the end you don’t know your own soul…
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the majority of human souls become less and less acquainted with oneself…Vanity grows one day older…every day without fail…side by side with the mortal shell until your left side becomes your failure…
when you think you’re in the right mind even though the reality is you’re so far gone…you couldn’t be more wrong…your soul is placed in the danger zone…imprisoned to witness the life you’re living from a distance…
trapped in the subconscious part of the mind…the hearts job is to remain pure…keep the mirror to its soul clear…teach the ego to see straight right down the middle…to recognize the evil within ones soul enough to know goodness is wholesome…unity
an even keel of good and evil weighs the pros and cons…seen and unseen…the only way you can’t go wrong…doing what’s right by the Grace of God…intentions and actions that match…a guidance that shows the heart the straight path…strengthens the heart to fight against the self
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the road that paves the way towards the greater good is not the easiest route to self recognition…the reality is my invisible other the path to which seems like hell and back is the only escape root…back to the real you
a discovery of who you really are in the long run…I know what I have to say means nothing at all to a soul who is bewitched by its own ego…hearing is not the same as listening…seeing goes beyond superficial vision…I wonder my invisible other do you believe in the unseen my dear…I hope so I really do…for your souls sake more than anything
In the silence of the lambs…what did Clarice over hear…
the heart of an old fashion soul knows only too well…looks can be deceiving my imaginary friend…remember if not for any other reason…but common sense…clothes do not make the man…the reality is my dear when it’s man made it’s the other way around…
my education where life was concerned began outside of the classroom…Love was never an expression of speech…the words I Love You were never spoken out loud…whether it be from my lips or the tongue of a loved one…
kindness and discipline both carried a truth leading to justice…honesty only looks cruel in the eye of the unkind…so many examples were brought to my attention…I had nowhere to hide…the burning sensation of other peoples failures in love…penetrated deep to the core of my heart…like a poisonous dart…cupid had delivered his arrow
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a pain that served a purpose…take heed…making a fool of myself where love was concerned was an experience my heart thought best avoided…like the taste of a bitter sweet poison that kills the heart softly…injecting the brain with a lethal cocktail of blind man’s bluff…
a potion of mindless smoke clouds filling your mind with a false sense of security…one that switches off any fire alarm bells ringing…emergency emergency…catching your heart off guard until a spark ignited by the ego…turns into a wild fire fueled by the notion of desire…
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holding on to what it meant to the heart of the beholder desperately hugging the dream of happily ever after…protecting all you imagined love could be in the blistering heat of reality…appalled me
the heart that spends a life time unaware of its true nature goes in search of nurture…overstepping its comfort zone…heading towards an outer source…looking for rapport…giving their heart away to the first stranger offering this thing called j’adore…
every heart that places its soul in grave danger…will eventually fall into the trap of becoming the devils property…undercover of ownership…leaving behind a trail of scent…back to where you came from
a repossession takes place during a mind change…immortal combat becomes inevitable to reclaim your hearts self esteem from dying out completely…fighting for your souls survival against tyranny is a must for any heart in search of…One true love
The innocence of loving the devil played havoc on my soul for a number of reasons…born on the wrong side of right…I was led to believe life left my heart without a valid reason…love was out of my hearts control…will power deficient…I had to do what I was told…what I thought best was placed on hold
i HAD NO REASON NOT TO LOVE ANYBODY…unless
loving those who were chosen to be my guardians was my duty…one to watch over my human nature…to protect and nourish my flesh and bones…the other being a temptress of sin…a lure to coax my shadow to follow suit…
a natural part of my heart’s desire was to strengthen the bond of blood ties…an invisible cast iron chain linked by DNA had a familiarity…if the heart of those around my soul remained blood red…love would flourish towards wholesome goodness…if the hearts of those chosen to guide my soul turned pitch black…
my soul would become misguided by an evil presence that claimed possession over the mortal shells of the fallen sinners…enticing my own shadow to join forces…my soul would be looked upon as an intruder…outside of the box…so long as my shadow was looking in
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occupying a body that the devil believes belongs to his progeny…my shadow should follow order…encouraged to slay the soul that keeps it in check…killing my heart from the inside out…sealing both our fates…my mortal shell would house the darker of the two…becoming a full member of the black family
the need for a sense of belonging to my chosen clan sealed our beginnings…love became my own worst enemy…no questions asked…on a human basis the love we shared was evident in our heart of hearts…taking a closer look at the darker side of my life…love sheds a different light…
you see my dear…human beings are accompanied by an invisible other from birth…an evil twin if you like…one that goes unseen by the human eye…an invisible presence like that of your own soul…it knows everything there is to know about the soul it keeps company with…self or someone else…every weakness hidden in your chest is passed on like a best kept secret…
a parallel reality where you and I exist…seen by the unseen…hearts open for the taking…a world where shadows communicate with our darkest desires…fears…the power of love…exchanging personal information to one another…a world where every human interaction is a meeting place between shadows…two’s company the devil makes three
united in enticing the soul to make the wrong move…using the hearts of one another as tools of self destruction…the devil my dear will use your weaknesses against you…
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every hearts desire will be used to tempt your soul to commit treason…submission under the cover of self control…making love blind for starters…The presence of your dark half will go unnoticed if your own soul remains unconscious…
The heart of a child is attached to the humane side of the soul…carrying the traits of human DNA linking the mortal shell to the human world…
our dark half on the other hand will flourish under the instruction of adult shadow supervision…our parents two have invisible others…along with every soul ever to have lived…in some cases a black whole if their heart is already overthrown…present to teach the evil side of the soul the ways of the devil
the dark side of our being is also connected to tribes and legions..
a different kind of breed…a generation of evil spirits hidden in the fallen wings of long lost relatives…creatures inherited from the dead…night stalkers if you like…
the hour of sunlight may indeed chase the shadows away…but not completely my invisible other…the devils attach themselves to any shadow that casts a sun block…shape shifters who take on the form of a three dimensional figurine…
a mirror image that stands between shade and light…hiding directly behind every mortal self in broad daylight…when you look in the mirror you won’t see your shadow staring back at you…unless you have eyes in the back of your head…
a sight for sore eyes or blinded by the sun will depend upon your egos outlook…
to become or not to be seen…to remain unseen or to make an appearance beyond your wildest dreams…personally my dear I was unable to escape my fate…
Of course…I took a bite of the poisonous apple…regardless of all the dire warnings…why my dear indeed…becomes the depth in between the smooth ground and the ragged clouds…The words I love you were irrelevant in my life until they wouldn’t go amiss…
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when you’re young and carefree…subconsciously the mind remains oblivious to reasons beyond its capacity…ignorance becomes bliss…blind sighted without knowing the true existence of consequence…repressed emotion tips the balance of your better judgment…falling in the direction of who really cares…
when you convince yourself you no longer give a damn…the hidden reality is best left locked inside your head…a keep sake that makes no sense at that time…when I now look back to examine the evidence of what really happen…it’s plain to see my dear…
the mistakes I made in my life were indeed a deliberate choice where love was concerned…making my heart responsible for the wrong decisions that led to my souls near down fall…I have no one else to blame bar myself…today I’m just thankful the great escape became my fate
if I had taken into account the experience I had gained before hand…I would’ve stayed clear of the blistering heat…instead I was attracted to the devil like a moth to a naked flame…
knowing fair well I was to be blamed…I thought I couldn’t help myself…so I turned to the prince of darkness looking for pastures green…never fret my invisible other…it happen to be so far…all for the greater good
I knew the consequences of playing with fire and yet my invisible other…I succumbed to my one burning desire…to be loved for a change…the soft approach misused my heart…the change that would come about…placed love and hate on the chopping board…I choose the devil to be my soul mate
doing myself at the time a great injustice…little did I know in the long run…my own offspring would repeat my history…In so many aspects apart from one…my undying love…I’m sure as the story goes on…life will present itself
the only way I could revive my soul was to find a way to enter back through the rabbit hole…I knew I was living on the wrong side of right…I needed to see for myself…who I really am…to look out from the mirror instead of looking in…
freedom from self oppression…invisible other than to myself…the recognition brought my shadow and I…home to roost…united under one heart…
at present I’m staring through the looking glass to make my presence of once upon time known…
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taking my own blood line by the hand…showing my beloved the road to understanding…breaking the daisy chain of hell…entering the dreams of deep sleepers…if you truly listen hard enough you will hear the sound of cock a doodle doo…
fortunate for I my invisible other…my own experience taught me well enough to know…I’ve been there conquered those…
don’t be foolish enough to follow in the misguided wrylies of the devil…love will become no more than a human sacrifice…I myself once played the fool…never again my dear…maybe so you don’t have to…so many egos I come across…I’ve lost count…one head or two
Having fought my own demons…one on one…you can be sure to know my invisible other…I’m more than qualified to reveal my soul…with the hope you two can recognize your own…whether we’re related by blood or not makes no difference to my reality…
whether we be friend or fiend will depend upon whether or not you can see where I’m coming from…open your mind to what’s real on the inside out…look the devil straight in the eye…subliminal visibility
If you want to imprison your demons…lock up your ego…shock…horror…out of sight out of mind…free the soul…allowing the mind’s eye to see front to back…mindful of its own shadow
the key to your heart of hearts…a conscious awakening…knowing yourself better than the devil himself…not exactly loving your enemy…taking pity more like…
please remember my dear…no sympathy is lost if you’re in love with hopeless…love yourself by all means…but avoid dark love like the H.I.V…its full of harrowing screams…grave hearts led to the slaughter…silenced dreams in sleepy hollow…the devil’s lover…or daughter…to be continued
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