One day I will die and I will take with me centuries of knowledge of the past and visions of the future. Just like I will die today.
I am so very tired of this shell of a body. I have returned to this state of being many, many times. To learn lessons with every life. Learn about life, love and death eventually.
It is not my fate to live among you forever. It is to experience the human experience in it’s vast cultures and forms.
As I perish, my true self lifts off and is drawn to a new life. It may happen in the same family or I may be drawn to the other part of the world.
I coexists with the life force that is created. From the time the shell is penetrated, I too will enter.
Oh, it is not damaging to the new life. I sit and wait until the sparks of electricity make a pattern. A pattern that I embed myself in.
I know what your thinking alien force. Since you describe an alien as “belonging to a foreign country or nation.”
I belong here. Every country is my country and every nation was built as I witnessed it happening.
I am not energy even though I have been cursed into this form for centuries. I am a living, breathing being that must complete it’s trials to be aloud to live in my own glorious form.
I pray this is the last life form I will have to endure until my curse is broken. To have no contact with my own kind, which is cruel punishment by itself.
You maybe wondering how can I break this curse and if you already know how, why didn’t I? I do know how to break the curse, the problem is I can not tell anyone how to do it.
It has to naturally be broken by someone who truly would like me free. Here’s the catch how do they know I am in here? They don’t that’s why it’s been centuries.
Ohh the pain I feel when the body goes from unnatural causes. Like smoking or drugs. I will tell you the story of how I became cursed at least that will distract me from our death.
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