I’m going to tell you a myth. We have limited language for this, and I am only beginning to unpack it. I’ve been getting some pretty heavy dream downloads, and I am still interpreting it. Words in <brackets> are not to be taken literally. 

There was this place, the closest word for it in our language is a <cemetery>.  But more specificity it is this place where <souls> come to rest. It’s a place where great, heroic souls pause before returning. It’s not on earth. It exists in a reality alongside our own. It has been there for as long as there has been time.

I have <inherited> <management> of this place, more specifically a wardenship. Unfortunately, the last wardens really <fucked> up the works. They put souls to rest haphazardly. They lost the paperwork. They put souls all over the place. It got to be way overcrowded and frustrating. After a few hundred years, the souls at rest started wandering. Many wandered back here, to earth, to occupy human bodies once again. 

While many of them are great <heroes of heaven>, some too are real <dicks>.  Some can exist alongside souls here. Others are going to control and overpower the earthbound souls they occupy.  Also, the spirits of these heroes are <amnesiac>. We’ve all forgotten who we are. 

There’s no getting the genie back in the bottle, so to speak. These genies are here to stay. But what I can do is gather the great ones. It’s a trick of remembering.  Somehow it falls on me to guide us to remember our true <purpose>. There is also something to sending the darker ones to whence they came. 

Okay. That was one dream the other day, like I said. Still trying to unpack it. 

Take a look around. Find the heroes.

Tags: fictionsuit, metafiction, Myth, spaceman

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