Untitled - kind of like my life

There are so many stories we could tell, so many words that could be expressed. Which ones will I chose next?

Again, what is important to me to express? There are so many voices expressing in the world of the internet, I listen to and read many. I do not particularly resonate with many in terms of mission statement. Folks are here to do a thing, to be productive, to serve, to teach, to aid, to bring meaningful technology to the human community. What am I here to do? To heal myself. To express my own unique sound. To talk and share with those drawn to talk and share with me. And to function in multi-dimensionality perpetually. My everyday is a constant stream of 'other language' conversation, of which I am a part yet mostly hear only one voice in - my own. I take part in 'Summits' involving representatives of the solar system, I impart minutes of meetings to other density lifeforms on and within this planet, I open portals to passage immense bandwidths of cosmic light into this system, I run black ops to find lost 'higher density' operatives and reconnect them with their 'family', I travel to the interior of the planets of this system and activate ancient technology that has been left unattended too long, I negotiate cessation of hostilities with outdated ruling parties and arrange the 'off worlding' of those unable to make the shift into this planet's soon to occur upgrade. And I do it all without leaving this body, or seeing other dimensionals in person, or going onto crafts - it's all just like daydreaming... with heightened emotional response, definite physical sensation in the body and a general all round enveloping of my entire physical life which precludes any desire to have a 'normal' life experience. Hell, I don't even have a normal 'abnormal' life.

This is not all I do of course. I maintain a household, care for family, grow roses, make things when I can focus on it, spend hours on the phone moving light around, write these 'other languages' for apparent kicks.

If I could just communicate perpetually in 'other languages' I think I would. Not that I can't, in that I could speak other languages exclusively, it just presents an issue in terms of meaningful communication with humanity.

I spend my days listening to other people's stories, like I am studying and chronicling them, without writing anything down or compiling it in a way that would otherwise be meaningful to anyone but myself. I often feel as if I have stepped into an enormous library and all the books have been pulled from the shelves and all their pages ripped out and shredded, and I have a compulsion to find the pieces and make cohesive stories out of them once more, without knowing what the stories are to start with. It's like doing a jigsaw puzzle without a reference picture or any idea at all of the theme.

This experience all takes place within my own home and yard. All the services I require - supermarket, bank, clothing, petrol, school - are provided within a very short distance - a neat rectangle of connecting roads so I don't even have to travel far away from the field of the reality sphere I am creating in my home space. Anything else is available via mail order. This is a good thing at the moment, because going outside my sphere is not an easy task. I could liken it to having to bridge the space between one reality and another and maintain the form of my physicality in a dimension which is not in tune with my resonate structure. The task has gotten a little easier but I just don't enjoy going out. It is loud, pulls my body about, just plain hurts and tires me right out.

I use several forms of frequency tools to assist in balance, have raised my diet, deal with all and any mental or emotional issues, etc etc, and yet this physical life still exhausts me. Add to that, for the most part, people cannot see me. Quite literally, when I am out people can walk right into me or see right through me at a counter and serve the person behind me. Little kids though, they look, stare even and giggle or laugh, even wave and call loudly 'hello', much to their parent's confusion. Although I must say this invisibility has been less this year as the constant influx of higher light is enabling people to see what they could not see before. I still don't see the cool things like other dimensionals, orbs, lights or funky stuff of any kind. I may just have one of the most mundane abnormal extra-dimensional lives around.