Guided by noises

I have come to understand that some people have silent thoughts in their heads,where others hear voices speak to them in whispers and sometimes out loud like actual persons.
There was a time when i thought i could leave my mind behind,and live in the space between realms.
After a while,i started hearing voices,and i realized my time in space had done something odd.
Today i have to listen and be observant to what the voices tell me,to get things done.
It is like my mind is out there on a satelite in space,sending me voice-mail through the atmosphere.
Also there are many satelites out there,and sometimes,i recieve mail that was intended for someone else.Now that can be difficult,because Its not always the funny stories,the wahas and the whoo-hoos.

Im positive other people will come to hear voices,in time.As im not the first and certaintly not the last.

Some people believe hearing voices is a sign of damage,or an illness with many advanced  names.
And surely,there are people who suffer the consequenses of hearing voices,as they can tell you ugly things,evil things,and even use your fathers voice to enhance their effect.
But then there are also voices that backs you up all the way,and with such charm and humour that it makes you fall in love with them.
There is the good parts that makes living worthwile.There are the happy ghosts,and the kindred spirits,who loves to entertain their next of skin.
Its not all bad,as some folks would have it.

i think the most difficult thing in the world is trying to be normal
and living a normal life,when there in fact is nothing normal in this world.
this is where madness makes angels with broken wings

I remember loosing sanity as a burden being removed from my shoulders.
The madness and the hell was all inside my belief in a normal world and a normal life.

I realize i was dreaming a dream that wasnt mine
it was a program designed to make me
someone that someone else would
appreciate
in time


i awoke from that dreadful dream
like a child
on the  first day of spring

i stumbled into the world
like an infant
still drunk from
mothers milk
and with a nasty
case of hiccups

but my mind was
like the sky
on a clear
day

i could hear
for miles
and i swear in the
crooked ear of Captain
McFlannigan
that i could
hear dolphins
song

i even
heard rumours
being spread
among the flowers
that i was
complete
loonytoon

when i stopped
and tried to convince
them otherwise
they just aughed
their heads
off

but i can live with that

i have heard birds
laugh
from the trees
when they see
me tumbling down
lifes rocky
road
balancing on
two feet
and somehow
a head of
myself

Nöcken

Ho snuffla innover i heia
førd  avgarde av
ei kjensle
som berre vaks
jo nærare ho kom
det vesle
tjernet
kransa med
kvite
vassliljer


ho satte seg
ner på
huk og
stirra ner
i det grøne
djupet
som synast
å skjelve
av noko
under
overflata
der ho
skimta
små blenkande
ljos
av og på
og av igjen
før dei
startar ein ny
sekvens

ei djup brummande
tone tiltek i styrke
og sakkar av
igjen
og brått
får ho
lyst å snu
å  småspringje
heim att
men kroppen
er som teipa
fast i lufta
og ho kan
ikkje anna
en å måpe
når skapninga
under vatnet
dukkar opp
snur seg
på umulege
vis og berre
forsvinn foran
augene hennar
med eit søkk
før ho rekk
å bli forskrekka

(( schvuppps ))

kva var det ho såg
kva var det ho
høyrde ?

himmelen rumla
og vinden
bøygde  trea
til sies
då noko
tok avgarde
i høg fart

kan hende
nokon som
brått fekk lyst
å vende heim
att

kven veit
kva det
var ho
kjende
og kva det
var
det ho båe
såg
å høyrde


var det berre
ein
draum
ho ikkje
kunne skjelne
mellom
det kjende
og det ukjende

var
det verkeleg
berre
ein draum
at ho var våken
då ho såg
å høyrde
det ho
gjorde
i skumringa
ved det
vesle tjernet

Man in the wall

There is a man inside the wall,and when he speaks its rather muffled and faint.
I have to cup my ear to hear what he says,and he doesn`t like it.
He often tells me  i look stupid with my ear to the wall,and then he goes on calling me names.
Names i don`t want to share with you here,nor anywhere for that matter.

Its an elderly man,who`s life never really ended,but continued in the woodwork of my wall.
Sometimes late at night,just before i slip into unconsciousness,he knocks 3-1-2 and then 3-3-3.
That`s the signal,and signature of his presence that comes and goes.

Some nights i lie there expecting the knocking on my wall,and nothing happens.Other nights,when  i and i just want to sleep, he amuses himself by knocking on the wall,right above my fontanelle and keeps me disentertained until i get tired of it all,and eventually pass out.

I told the village priest of my incidents,and he promised to come for an exorcism,but that was 2 years ago.Rumors have it that he went crazy after hearing voices in the wall and strange knocking.
He is now resting in a facility for the mentally disturbed.
God bless the poor priest,Carmichael.He was such a sane and sturdy individual.

Other people have other phenomenas going,of wich they may or may not be consciouss of.
Becoming consciouss of phenomenas is usually not on the menu.Asking for it can land one in prison.

Phenomenas enjoy the ignorance and disbelief that we humans wrestle with on a daily basis.
Our focus on material affairs,keeps the world of phenomenas in a safe haven.Only the mad,the lunatic,children,and weirdos have entrance to this realm.They can do no harm to the phenomenal forces that govern and create realities in their secret laboratories.
As their stories will always be dismissed as mere products of the imagination.
Reality is not that colourful
they say.

Talok

When Talok lurks outside your house,its usually because he wants to get inside.
Never let Talok inside your house,unless you want to become possessed.
Talok is the spirit of many dead people who have lumped together to become a creepy phantom of the supernatural world.
He can appear as a little begging boy who only wants your sympathy and an open door or window.
However,he can not enter if you have heard of the tale,and know of his motives.
He may also appear as your mother in a dream,and make you sleepwalk to your door,where he will slip in and do his tricks with your mind until you no longer recognize yourself.
Talok hates whistling,and laughter,and avoids houses where jolly people celebrate.
Talok can be trapped into a corner,if whistled at,during his haunting tours,and with continued whistling,he can be vaporized into thin air.
The energy of life is what he wants,but the same energy,focused directly at Talok will do "him" great harm.

I once saw Talok sitting beside me in bed,waiting for me to leave my body so he could enter.
I observed how his forehead came into my dream,but couldnt get any further,cause his head was to big for the tiny  little room in my dream.
I laughed at his failed attempt to possess me,and he fled with anger,growling like a hurt lion.
Laughter is the purest poison for the souls that feed on fear and angst.
A good strong laughter can actually kill Taloks.It has been done before.
There are witnessess to strange incidents that cannot yet be explained by our  current model of language.

so now you know the tale,and i urge you to share it with loved ones.

pfandra

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