I thought it was my eyes but they were just innocently watching, the ears but they were just listening to the surrounding voices, the nose but it was just smelling, the tongue but it was just moving inside my mouth, the skin but it was just feeling the air around me … aren’t they doing the job in order well described to them ?
The wind pushes the water to clean itself, the water pushes the dust to clean the surface, the dust settles to clean the air, who is disturbing whom and why ?
Though I like it or not I will be forced into this recycling chain of nature and only to come back clean. But the pain of losing the existing, the unclear freshness state of being visible and more over the inner echo of survival keeps me on toes of excitement. Until I myself realize that I got into a well known state of presence from the state of absence the world statically stays around me, supporting me and my state.
The distraction is acceptable if it’s moving me into a better state of purity and unacceptable when it corrupts me and I just react like any other thing in nature, which is natural and lawful in the universal establishment.
Physically forcing me to “an experience” which isn’t of my interest is what ? If this is unforgivable then why just one ? there are many acts that fall under this category. While I was supposed to deliver the truth to this planet about the affairs of future, it’s so unfortunate that I got reverse engineered and got trained to act in haste and chastisement.