Monday, August 12, 2013

THOUGHTS: HAVE YOU EVER FELT YOU DID NOT REALLY COME FROM THIS PLANET

Something I have been musing over on and off for many years. Have you ever had times in your life when you look around at all the violence, wars on Earth and felt you did not really come from this planet but from elsewhere? Sure you were physically born on Earth but your spirit, soul whatever does not come from Earth. In fact you have known this since you were a child. And that indeed you had a name of the planet you beleive is real and have a fairly good idea of its culture and so on.


One thing that I certainly find different about myself to everyone else I know is that I just can't seem to accept how needing money to live is normal. Everyone I know just seems to accept it as normal.

When people say they "need to earn a living", I wonder why we need to earn our right to live. It seems unnatural to me that there are rules preventing us from surviving independantly, which is the only reason we need money.

When people say "I need to work to support myself", I think you're not supporting yourself. You are that domesticated you no longer know how to. So you need to support another entity, and in return they support you.

Most people I know mentally couldn't handle being isolated from other people even for 24 hours, but for some reason I love it and feel excited when I know the time is coming near for me to do it.

I sort of enjoy living in the money system, don't get me wrong. But it just seems so incredibly unnatural to me, and the fact everyone around me doesn't feel the same makes me truly wonder if my soul came from a different place to theirs.

I am searching for my future wife/soulmate. Please stop by again.

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