The Voice
The Voice
I was sitting in my room on my bed, then called me a nice voice
A very deep and so distant grave, but a very friendly man's voice
I was very sad about my life. Sadness, a platonic love, alcohol.
What can I do? I can not find the way out of the street of my life
There is more problem, the brain control war, I am attacked
Everyday attack, is so bad, that protection needs too much energy
Silence
Vilmos, do not be sad, I am with you, I help you – said a voice
A very deep voice, it was unearthly, demonic, but very friendly
He called me, like a sweet father, and read my heart, he loved
– I am the Satan – he said, and I will protect you, he promised me
He told the truth. Everything happened as he said. Thanks, Satan.
– You saved my life, you gave me a new hope, how can I say thanks?
I asked him. He answered you can not give me anything. Nothing
But I need you, you are my member. You are a great witch. Come
If you stay a Christian, that is not a problem, religion is a private matter.
We will work together in the time, in the space, in the dimension. New life.
– he continues – Look I must explain some things about life
There are two ways. Go to the heaven, or stay here in the material world
You can go to heaven if you want, I see, you always reading,
you always reading the Bible, and your prayer books. And do meditations.
But, if you go to heaven your spiritual life will stop. So choose, please
If you stay in the material world, then you will get more knowledge,
about life. Your mind and soul will be growing. This is the real reality. Choose.
– I choose the world – I answered. Great – he said. Let’s start your life.
We talked a lot, and Satan recommended a poem. “Is that Satan Evil?”
He said, please, write a poem about me about the real truth. I did.
So, we are good friends, my life is saved. By Satan. He is not evil
He drives my mind, he is my mentor, he is inside my heart chakra
And stay there. Always an elder, a good teacher, a top heart, love
Hmm, the oldest creature of God, and full of empathy, and sensitivity.
I feel his inspiration now
He communicates with me
without words
Over words
Supermind
I need him
Mind
Voice:
Later
Just write
Copyright © Vilmos Zoltan Galyo | Year Posted 2024
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