Spiritual touch

I wrote this a while ago. I woke up one morning and felt like I needed to write it down. I was thinking about whether I wanted to share it, but at the same time, something was telling me that I needed to wait until I felt ready to do so. It's still not the time for it. Now that I have made this website, I have decided that now is the time to show it to anyone who comes across this place full of randomness. I hope you will like it and feel a little bit of this mystery.

Spiritual touch

Cold and warm touch with mystery in it.

Colourful, joyful, full of energy, that was the warmth. The cold side was even more

interesting. It was dark, like you can feel so much pain and the same time after the

freezing pain, you can see light, it was healing itself then again even sharper pain but

the feeling for the previous one was fading, I asked myself:

“-weird hmm...?!”

And like that, every night this spiritual touch was coming to my mind with different

colours, different shades, different feelings. But one night I felt a different sense; I saw a

human shadow walking through my consciousness, trying to reach me. Somehow,

it was trying to tell me something and it was covering all those colours, all those

painful, mysterious vibrations. Then I saw only a mirror, full of darkness. I was lost,

but suddenly something appeared in the oval frame. I started looking closer and closer.

I saw a hand. I asked myself:

“What?! That is strange....”

Then the hand was approaching the mirror, it stays there touching the glass surface,

like it was boarder between two worlds. I reach my hand because something was.

tempting inside me to do it.

I felt the same energy. Like the person on the other side knows how I feel and clearly

understands all my thoughts. Suddenly that mirror start to disappear, the hand was.

fading, then it became a smoke.

I woke up and I realise it was a dream. I found myself next to a wall in my room, cold.

massive wall with a rainbow on it and then I thought:

“Is that what I felt, a wall. But there was something unique in it.”

I walked outside my room, and I stepped on something. It was a small mirror, the

same as the one in my dream. I felt connection with it, and I picked it up. I kept it.

because it was the only way to see and feel the other part of my soul.