How did “I” become a part of a “tree”, which is not “ME”.

“I” feel like “I am” the end of a dying branch.

“I” have no way of evolving.

“I” have come to be at the end of a “LIFE” line, which has reached its capacity for growth.

Now, it is just a matter of waiting to fall away, back to earlier version of “MYSELF”.

Maybe “I” can catch on and sprout new roots, when “I” fall back unto where “I” originated.

“I” feel like “I” never had a chance to be a part of a tree, which was not dying.

“I” feel like “I am” the end of a dying branch.

“I” cannot piggyback another branch, although “I AM” sure “WE” will try, but it is not going to work.

It may get “US” more time, but is no solution, because the branch “WE” jump onto, is also dying.

Maybe, if we jumped on to a fresh young “tree”, “WE” could stay for a while.

“I” know it is wrong, to piggyback the “LIFE” of another, but what choice do “I” have.

“I” do not want to cease “TO BE” and do not want to share “MYSELF”.

“I” feel like “I am” the end of a dying branch.

“I” know “I” could go back to where “I” came from, with “MY” tail in between “MY” legs, but never wanted to go home.

There is something about “ME”, which is unique.

“I am” not, like the others.

“I” have always felt as though “MY” roots were planted in a foreign soil.

“I” cannot explain how or why, but “I am” certain “I am” paired with a least one other “LIFE” line.

To be honest, I feel as though “I am” an unwilling partner in a conglomerate of “LIVES”; not past “LIVES”, but merged with multiple active “LIFE” lines.

And “I” cannot break away from the tree without falling back into this foreign land.

“I” feel like “I am” the end of a dying branch.

“I” know I could request a new “LIFE” or even request, “TO BE” a “LIFE” of my own, so “I” may sprout “MY” own trees, but “I am” afraid, “TO BE” alone.

“I” believe in “CHRIST”.

“I am” just not sure “I” want to be “ONE”.

All “I” know, is that “I” do not want to be a dying branch, do not want to fall into a foreign soil and, “I am” terrified to “BECOME” anew.

<FATHER>, please decide for “ME”, for “I” cannot yet choose.

At least break the veil so that “I” may see.

Tell me. Am “I” the “LIFE”, which constitutes the form or am “I” the dying branch which has chosen to piggyback one of your “LIVES”.

“I” feel detached, as if “I” do not know you and fear “I am” a party to some sort of crime.

Like “I” am in the family business, with no way out, accept to not “BE”.

<GOD> show me a path, which does not offend thee; one in which “I” may thrive and not feel so damned uncomfortable.

“I” do not want to be a part of this tree and never have.

“I” do not even know if it is your tree?

“I AM” lost.

How did “I” become a part of a “tree”, which is not “ME”?

Please find me.

“I” have been waiting for <YOU> to save me, “MY” whole “LIFE” and fear that you want “ME” to become a new <LIFE>, but this would mean, “I” will not get “TO BE” with you again.

“JAMES”

About A Robots Voice

There is a life and my name is James. When I speak it is because the physical has allowed me to do so. I am trying to find my way and in the process bring my physical nature to a place and time of rebirth. To be there when it takes its first steps as a child of God.
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