I've Been Born

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I've Been Born

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I've Been Born

Short Story by: greenglasses

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Short Story by: greenglasses

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This is something about remembering a life you had when your a baby and about how you forget it as you grow up into your new life. I use the idea of indigo children and reancarnation.

Summary

This is something about remembering a life you had when your a baby and about how you forget it as you grow up into your new life. I use the idea of indigo children and reancarnation.

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Submitted: December 19, 2012

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Submitted: December 19, 2012

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We were all assembled and put into glass containers where we rested on plush, velvety cushions. Together we waited then one after one, we were seperated, and taken away from eachother. I now wait in a new confinement where all I see above me is a pasty white space that is forever constant. A blurred figure excessively peers over the side to watch me, it lifts me up to hold me to it where I hear a beat, or nourishes me from it's body. For unknown reasons, it never disappionts.

Sometimes I cry out to be free,  my eyes drowning in liguid flows, and at those times it comes. The figure almost seems to be excited when it comes to comfort me, but sometimes not even it can get rid of my fear. They told us we would learn new things; expeiriences we could not imagine, but most of all we would forget. We would become fully physical and forget the life we had, the world we loved, in just a matter of a month in our new life.  They said we would be attached to materialistic objects the world creates to distract the beings from the illusion it holds.

I'm definate that the blurred figure is not a material object, but another being. I think it is human. I love the figure that leaves my imagination to it's work, because it is all I know of this world. It tells me things I've heard before, the things it says are promises of love and protection.I can already feel the spinning in my head.

I knew the first time I drew in breathe that we were not prepared for this. Soon I will forget completely, for I can't seem to remember who they are anymore. They called us indigo children, and told us we would be capable of amazing things the new world needed. It all seems to be a heavy burden in which I am ready to carry. I will grow in this place, into something unimaginably surreal. Maybe then, I will be able to remember once I have completely forgotten.


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