It started like this. I HATE THIS SYSTEM. That was the only statement I had if I had to be real honest about my feelings. I just hate the system that we are in - the education, the finance, all of it, was suffocating and killing one's self-expression. There was no space to breathe. And they knew it. They deliberately created this system so we had to be conformed, so we had to forever feel not enough. Not good enough. Forever. The verdict. Boom.
At 11:11, I started burning frankincense. I waited until the sweet fragrance of frankincense spread to every corner and started positioning myself.
'So I see less resistance today.'
I smiled uneasily, but it was still not something I could do at ease.
'You know where we're going today?'
I nodded, then my body shivered. What would become of this? I had revisited the moment hundreds of times and still, I couldn't figure anything out, the pain seemed endless in there.
I breathed deeply into my abdomen and gazed into the black obsidian sphere.
'So, let's pick up from where you left it last night.'
It was almost as if I volunteered for my own execution. I could feel the numbed fear in my body. I prolonged my morning routine, even leaving the last task hanging, just one more excuse to prevent me from walking into my death. My body knows.
'Why, because you have decided to heed my call. Do you want it or not?'
I sighed, quickly killing the final excuse for my journey, gazed into the black obsidian sphere and stepped into another realm. I only hoped it would be done quickly.
I closed my eyes and started seeing a lot of women's sad and devastated faces, I knew they were all me, and I asked for one specific soul to retrieve, and then suddenly I was located at the top of something like a very deep well. There was a woman down there, and there was a pole in the middle of this well, connecting to the entrance on top, there was nothing at the top of the well, no cage or barrier, so it seemed easy enough to escape. The woman was wearing a shabby white robe and had her hair covering her face. She sat there, silent, lifeless, motionless.