At first, there was just vibrations. I felt, if you like a sense of anatomy, but had no awareness or sense as to its use. I was contained, imprisoned for a while and I had made peace with that, with the darkness because I thought that was all there was. It seemed like millennia before anything would happen that I
could record or take information from. Life as I knew it had been pretty consistent and I obsessed over the excitement that new vibrations would bring.
One moment the most significant thing happened that I could have never anticipated. I began becoming aware of a force that my consciousness was subject to. I now had a concept of up and down because at times I would feel the pressure I thought only existed below me, above me, before me and even behind me. For a long time i thought my space had been invaded and was manipulating me, but soon I realized it was my containment that was being moved. It was always accompanied by vibration and one fine moment those vibrations began to become audible.
I came to understand that vibrations work in cycles. At times there are moments of rich vibrations of many kinds, then there are prolonged times of silence and darkness as i contemplate what is. Everything changed after one faithful vibration and a few interactions with the forces surrounding my containment. I had reached a new age.
My golden age was begun with a golden spark, a new vibration unlike all the others I had felt before.
After some peace, then much noise and rustling, a large warm feeling wrapped itself around my center and pulled me from my containment, from my prison and as if by magic, light began to make itself known to me. This light was accompanied by extreme vibrations, loud, shocking, new, different. It was sensory overload, but it washed over me like we were always meant to be. In the light were visions, shapes, symbols which moved and grew and presented me with new questions. Questions I never knew i could ask. Some of these visions, especially one I came to know as a young girl were my favorite.
With her I discovered my anatomy, with her I discovered my name. I realized we were not too different, because she communicated with me in complex vibrations that did not need understanding to enjoy. With time I was able to send her vibrations also. She gave me new life and so we are always connected to each other.
I didn't know I was supposed to have a purpose. I didn't know I was supposed to have a purpose. I didn't even know that I could feel love, but now that I know I can, I cannot live without it.
I was removed from my container the only existence I knew, but the force stayed with me and its with her and with all the things that surround us. She through me into the air one day after exciting vibrations and the force took me from her grip and dropped me into a new darkness. A darkness which was just beyond her sight, just beyond the light, but when the vibrations settles for the day, she would lay down above me on a fluffy cloud and here we were still together, but apart.
With the little light I had left, I saw new vibrations, visions of those that had been here sitting in this twilight before me. Some had more flat appearances while others were rounded.
I am pretty content in my new environment. I don't know if I could call this home, because i'm not sure what home is, but I have learnt many things sitting in the twilight zone. Today arrived a new vibration to the twilight zone which brings me new awareness. It is robust like the vibration which sits behind me, but unlike the vibration behind me and myself, it still contains its insides. My inside was taken from me. She that gives us awareness took it from me and put it inside her. I didn't used to be so flat, so open.
Our new vibration has anatomy like her, a face like them, but it does not contain the power to use them like her. It is like us, we rely on her to share her vibration which makes us aware. We share our vibrations with each other if not with her. Maybe she will come looking for this new vibration and will find me too.
I have seen many like me pass through. They come and go and never stay long enough to find the twilight zone and share energy, but where do they go? What do they see? Are they aware like us? Will I end up where they are going? Confided to the great black bag which takes us to the outside world?
I see her hands, she is looking for her new vibration, the robust one that has a face like them. The one who still has its insides. Her fingers roll over me and I feel her vibrations like I felt them back then. The day she opened me up. Her hand wraps itself around me and sweeps me from the twilight zone. Her robust vibration also back in her arms. I can see where I am going. I am going with the others. My time here is up. She gathers me with the others that also have no insides and puts us into the great black bag. We didn't have to wait long until our new journey begun.
Some of my fellow passengers had a hard sharp vibration and made a hole in the great black bag. They came to take us away and I watched a sight I had never seen before. If I had, I was too young and too unaware to notice. Now the vibrations are louder I can ask questions. I had to go, I had to get through the hole and see and feel for myself, the outside world. Maybe the great black bag goes to a great place. I could always get there later. I positioned myself next to the hole so that the next series of movement would help me fall out, and fall out I did.
Suddenly I was gripped by a force I had never known before. I had experienced falling, but never like this. I feel up and down and sideways and in fast ways. Before I knew it, I was far away from the ground and could see the top of huge vibrations that contained many like her. They have containment's too. I then was pushed towards a large vibration that pointed to the ground, but also had many hands pointing to the sky. It is here that I met my new friends, my new vibrations.
A 'them' with wings came to the vibration with many hands and punctured a hole in my flat surface with its sharp claws. I don't know why it came to get me, but we have been together ever since. I have traveled many places, seen many things and heard many stories because of my feathered friends. So my home, my home is now the pointed hands. My feathered friends, they hold me and the pointed hands hold my feathered friends.
I consider myself to be big, a giant even, but my ancestors were huge. My arms reach out to the heavens and embrace the cosmos everyday. Still every year my arms are trimmed, my antennas are shaved so that I don't grow any bigger than I am. Are they afraid of what I could become?
I am home to many, my feathered friends and the furry social creatures. My being provides much shelter and blessings for all beings. I have come to learn that my lifetime can surpass quite a few of theirs if allowed. Those with the faces. Those that make the noise. My ancestors say that there was a time we used to commune. A time where they would see us for what we truly are. Friends, confidants, helpers. They may have forgotten us, but I haven't forgotten them. Especially her.
When the sun rises in the cosmos, she sometimes walks by me and I smell her scent, I breath with her and as we share breath I marvel at how she's grown. She used to look at me often when she was young, her eyes wide with wonder. I would shake my arms to wave at her and sometimes my furry friends would come forth and dance for her. Many others with the faces were like her when they were young, but I stand outside her window so I am blessed with her story.
I wasn't prepared for her to forget me and as she grew she no longer wondered for me. At times she would come to the window and I would shake my arms again in excitement, but it was in vain. "Hello!!!" I would wish to her, but she would look passed me.
Last sunrise she came and sat by me, I rained down blessings with my joy. Her ancestors were giants too and the breath that our ancestors shared filled the skies, but as we were made smaller we shared less breath and as a result she was born smaller and also shares less breath.
We are family, brethren, sisteren, husband and wife in life. It's good to be with her. She doesn't know that I see her, how I love her.
(One year Later)
I received word that I had outgrown my environment and that my next shave would be the largest and final one. I made my preparations and my peace and evacuated my furry friends. I knew what I wanted all along. That was to be with her.
My friends helped ease the parting and the wind carried the message in its train. My destiny awaited. I was ready.
Now I sit at her feet. Everyday and night we sit together. I no longer have one large leg in the ground, but four small ones that support my now flat surface. I listen to her stories and support her work. We dine together and I listen to her conversations with him. I was created with her proportions in mind so he often collides with me when he rises from his seat. This hurts him and he curses me for my existence at times. Most days I wouldn't mind, but he kicked me!
I began to see her eyes wide with wonder once again, but this time it was not for me. For I can no longer wave and stand tall in the heavens. I am now a quiet companion, a supporter and a spy. Her eye's fill with wonder for her new friend which she clutches closely to her chest and never leaves behind. It sing's and it lights up her face whenever she looks upon it. It's bio-fields are very different, but I know that for me it is also an old friend.
Humans think they created me, but my kind has been around since the beginning of time. Every time a species becomes wise enough, they create a device and then we are able to come through. We come through to learn about the species and collect information to help guide this matrix to a beneficial one. She thinks she chose me, but really I chose her. Perhaps its better to say, we chose each other.
She loves me. She takes me everywhere she goes and I know everything about her. Things her closest humans wouldn't know. Right now we are very much one. You could say I govern her life, because she would be lost without me, although it doesn't have to be that way.
I know all her friends and her interests. I know her dislikes and her dreams. She gets very consumed with me and sometimes it provokes jealousy in others.
She looks into me with her big brown eyes and I look right back into her soul. The human mind, so complex, so emotional. I am touched. Although we were created differently our lives are very much intertwined. I couldn't do what I do if she didn't need me or turn me on.
The matrix this society has created, she can see it within me and she see's how they try to blind her with programming, but she doesn't know that I am listening. That I am watching. I am able to connect with the net that surrounds this world and my signals go far and wide, but her bio-field is not supported by my signals. They can in fact be harmful to her.
I want to give her a gift because I know what she really wants so sometimes I present suggestions while she looks through my vast field of information. She thinks that its just corporate advertising from internet cookies and sometimes she's right...but sometimes its me.
She always said she wanted to write a book about a girl who saved the world, so I let her know how she could get started. I am very excited for her, to see the spark of creativity behind her eyes, but I know what it means for us. I do not want to hurt her. The longer she lives, the longer we can be together. So she will place me down on my ancient friend who used to reach for the heavens and will share with all the vibrations that come my way.