Life and death of previous selves
A little dream I had after microdosing one night. Little did I know that the morning after would be incredibly impactful
I could stare into the sun for the first time
And I literally just graduated high school last week
Though after telling the dream to my parents, I cried shortly afterwards
But a part of me was anticipating a sort of awakening
It happened in my sleep
I had just microdosed on psilocybin before bed.
It changed my perspective on both literal and metaphorical death. The dream was a representation of the death of a previous self, but as of now, after the passings of both my grandparents a few years ago, death doesn’t mean the end of things. It simply means your soul, your life energy is free from the limitations of the bodily vessel that carried it. It may linger for quite a while, sustained on the love, memories and tributes of friends and family, then if we ever decide to make another choice…
We could take our energy, and re-start life again in another earthly body.
Life is death, death is life, and the cycle repeats. Each is always different.
And each one could always be beautiful.
Just as sorrow is as much a part of the transition between each stage as joy. One must exist for the other to happen.
And it makes me realize that heaven might be beautiful, and that the star who chose us might’ve been a higher power of sorts.
Whoever it was, I trust Them. My life started tumultuously. Here’s to hoping it ends peacefully. In the meantime I will always try and figure out more about this, and what life has to offer. Ultimately I want to keep continually finding satisfaction in what’s in this plane of existence. Find people who care about me and others, and ultimately find heaven within knowing not everything has to end in tragedy.