The Question Beneath the Question
It was the wrong question. I was in lost in the movie. I asked, “Have you ever met someone like me,” but what I meant was, “Are you as lost in me as I am in you?”
Solitude tends to heighten the human experience, and the power of connection gets very strong in moments of creative collaboration, I’ve observed. I watched her walk away, but I didn’t want her to leave – I don’t know if we really like each other but there surely is something there.
Creative Connection and Emotional Intelligence
Maybe, again, it is those that have suffered deeply that I am drawn into. The overcoming spirit is just so lovely, even if one has not yet fully stepped into the dimension of wisdom. I really do tend to love everyone; but there is nothing more intoxicating than the alluring beauty of an emotionally intelligent woman.
How intoxicating your big eyes, as I see my reflection in them. The way that the sun glimmers upon the peach fuzz on your legs. The magic of making something out of nothing. The act of creation; birthing beautiful art into the world of form. The feeling of your work being understood and your values being tolerated, even while on the edge of internal conflict. I’m so grateful and so in love with this very moment. God bless us all.
Why do I feel like I have known you longer than I do? – because you’re the voice in my head. Your beauty is fucking infectious – there is something about you. I dig you, you’re cool…
I don’t know if I’d like to get to know more of you, but I enjoy spending time with you – you’re freer than you realize. The peace within your heart permeates and is released in your euphoric chuckle – a slapstick giggle that warms my bones on the coldest of days. Cheers, to that.
The Observer and the Illusion of Self
You’re beautiful. I did not want to stop kissing you…I wish that you knew that the deeper wisdom that whispers your annihilation is your ticket to freedom – you see, in highly aware individuals the mind can project symbolic-like thoughts that normally would just happen in the form of dreams or nightmares – just as the taboo thought of suicide could be seen a parable to enlightenment, to one’s own crucifixion, the space between the words can be the very path to lead you to a rebirth; to an earthly death – but it is not a physical death – it is the death of your fictitious self – it is the realization that you’re not the voice in your head but rather the One who is aware of the voice in the head.
Ego Death and Spiritual Rebirth
You are having the experience, but you are not the experiencer of the experience; only when trapped in time you limit yourself to the shallow dimension of form. When you travel deeper you then become the observer of not just the experience but also the experiencer – all becomes aligned. The cross of parallels then becomes your ticket to rebirth.
I’ll wipe away your tears, but your strength is your own. Until then, I’m intoxicated by your poison. I wish to free you like you wish to free others – but in truth you wish to heal yourself through the vail and attempt to control and heal others – I’ve been guilty of this myself. Your power is in your eyes. Your power is in our shared reflection: a mirror of the mysterious and eternal soul.
The Mirror of the Eternal Soul
In the midst of all that appears dead, vibrant red cardinals and bluejays sit upon bare branches, patiently awaiting Spring for the ground to again thaw.
Watch the Films
If this meditation resonates, you can explore the cinematic work it emerged from on my YouTube channel, where I create genre-blending films that move between psychological horror, dark comedy, spiritual inquiry, and intimate human drama. These stories live in the space where fear meets love, where laughter touches grief, and where consciousness confronts itself through character and myth.
? Watch the films here: https://www.youtube.com/@LoayzaFilms