fiction, Identity, mental

In my Head

Check out my post titled: Out of My Mind for context…


One, two three, four, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, eleven, twelve…

What are you doing there mate? I’m counting my friend.

But the numbers you are counting are not in order, it does not make sense what you’re doing.

Haha yes indeed it does not make sense to you my friend. It’s not your fault though, you believe so much in the way things are, you do not and cannot bring yourself to attempt the impossible. Not that there is actually the impossible – everything is possible if you seek, find and apply.

Okay you said a lot there, but let’s not wander too far away from my point.You are counting numbers. First you did so in ascending order, then you switch and descended, and then you had Eleven after Five! That’s nonsense my friend, nobody else outside of you would ever understand what you are doing, neither would they even bother to debate this with you…it’s just nonsense!

Oh! nobody else would understand me? my friend? is everything that you do done for the purpose of other people’s understanding? Are numbers only used for counting in ascending and descending order? well what about elementary school mathematics, where pupils are being taught addition, subtraction and multiplication and so on? what about the study of the sciences and that use mathematics to explain probability and the force of gravity and so on? if numbers were simply limited to counting up and down, what great discoveries would we be without right now?

Okay, and back to the being understood matter, I may never be understood by anybody else in this place or the next. But your failure to attribute may not come from my deficiencies but maybe from your own belittled mental capacity. I tell you my friend, you may not understand, but I understand it and so does the creator – therefore, I am satisfied.

The creator? Oh don’t get me started on that. You are one to speak of science and discoveries. Tell me then, which of the sciences has proven the existence of a creator? Are not the scientists the biggest skeptics when it comes to that matter? Are they not speaking evolution after the Big Bang? infinite universe and nothingness after death?

My friend, in this matter I will not even attempt an intellectual response for you. For I have met the creator myself. I have spoken to him and him to me. Do you not know what you are? Do you not know who you are? You are doubt, you are, like me and everybody else here, just a thought in our creator’s mind. If you think you and I are real, trust me he is more real than we are. He has flesh and blood, Life and Death, in him we live and move and he has the ability to bring any of us into his direct consciousness at will. he also has the ability to bring us out into the world, we could manifest, but only by his will.

crazy old man, you have spoken to a creator? what does he look like? why are you so special that you alone have had this experience? because for as long as I have lived, I have never heard anyone make such an absurd clam in this place.

Well of course you will not have heard such claims from anyone in this place. Everyone here is so scattered and selfish. Everyone is too busy chasing the attention and being the loudest, that they cannot hear when the creator complains of having crazy thoughts. I tell you, if a thought would humble itself and present itself worthy for consideration, the creator will bring that thought into his consciousness and together the will make decisions.

And if a thought refuses to “humble” itself and never gets worthy of “consideration”? Asked Doubt sarcastically, “What will happen to him?”

The Old Wise thought replied and told him the truth about what happens to thoughts that behaved and thought that misbehaved. He told him that a thought that failed to humble itself for the creator to evaluate it would be damned to living a struggle in the sub-conscious mind. After living in the sub-conscious for a time known only as “Too Long”, the thought would eventually be Forgotten from existence, it would have lost and wasted the Magic that every thought is born with.

And what about the thoughts who did humble themselves in front of their creator, well they would get taken to a new place, a sort of paradise known as the Conscious mind. Here, these thoughts would live together with the creator, helping him make decisions and being with when he takes time for a moment of silence. This place is the closest that a thought can get to the real world, it is the closest that a thought can get to becoming a Creation.


To be continued…


Author’s Perspective

Hello reader, This is a little series that has brought itself to my conscious mind – my first series and I’m excited to Share it with you because it just flows so beautifully out of my mind. It is thought provoking and unpredictable, so PLEASE share with me in the comments section. Till next time.

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Right my Wrongs.

What is it going to be this time? It’s with this question that I open my mind – I’m currently in the mood to write something that’s motivated by this burning eagerness to right my wrongs.

I spent countless hours and precious brain cells dwelling on the things I did not understand. I spent so much time thinking my talent was a crime that was holding me caged in a cell of creativity when what I had to do was finish my notes on objectivity, impartiality and judges and the Law.

I spent so many days in so many ways allowing a book and it’s author to write my life. I’ll probably hate myself more because I could write a book about my life, dedicate it as a present to my future with lessons from my past.

I’m sure it would help me when I need to get around certain obstacles that I don’t need to get tangled in, like that time when I thought I needed to write a rhyme on each page just to make my story sound right.

But I’ve still got time, I’m far from my prime and my youthfulness has given me a drive to survive and every time I come across as flooded by useless thoughts I’ll remember to dive straight into my words, write them down and just hope I don’t drawn in myself and my mind – which is probably what had me feeling so encaged in creativity, neglecting the opportunity to write my life.

Now I can right my wrongs, I’m feeling blessed because I can write my wrongs with precision and persuasion and oozing a creativity that has set me free from the cage where the books and their authors and judges had me convinced and convicted and sentenced to a life unwritten.

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