Muhammed had it rough growing up,
But because of his upbringing he was able to learn and experience things no kid should and when you know suffering it's hard to wish that on any one else
It had been a regular day he got kicked out by his mother again
And on his stroll through his city's grassy park he entered deep thought he had always been self aware
"I hate them" "no I don't" "I'm fine, that's not me"
"Then who is it… ,doubt yourself". "Hurt". every thought that played in the background of his mind moved to keep up and expect to be mistreated, yelled at kicked out and not heard but he knew these thoughts were not him
His mind would focus and the nicety's of the world but something would say the opposite and gaslight him into believing it
As he dived deeper and deeper into his mind his movements became slower as he came to a complete halt all his awareness turned inwards
Thoughts began to connect like never before as if he touched upon something so powerful and profound his eyes started to water not with anger fear or sadness for the first time he felt truly free
And then his tears started to gush still closed but tears as deep as a river flowed, he had realized something that lifted off all chains on his body
"It's all mental" there had been times where he had wished upon something with so much emotion and he would see it or he would "know" something would happen and it would but as all the places fell into place he finally realized that he was making it all happen he expected the worst and it happened he had
He opened his eyes red and teary, as he began to walk once again he realized that all his fears were not his but others, all his doubts were not his but others
A thought arose
"I have allowed others words and thoughts became laws that dictate what I experience"
His mind flashed as he look his trauma in the face for the first time and ran towards it at full speed feeling it all to the fullest extent
He tried to stop himself from bawling and screaming but it was in vain his cries arose from the very depths of his being as his knees touched the grass
He cried and screamed all the anger, all the sadness, all the pain and then suddenly like a lighter losing fuel those emotions began to flicker, extinguish and suddenly there was a tranquil silence
An image "true happiness is within " then A quiet though arose that shook the very foundation of all he had been told "I've always had peace" and from that thought arose something he never felt before a peace so pleasurable nothing could compare orgasm or drug
It was so intense that his mind was instantly reformed and reprogrammed all the things he once cared about he no longer did it was all wiped away memories intact but they no longer held anything over him
When he opened his eyes he was laying in the grass, shirt drenched with sweat and tears he paid it no mind, he didn't really understand what just happened but he knew he was no longer the same
He sat up trying to comprehend the events that just transpired but he knew he wouldn't be able to at least not now he got off the grass and walked onto the pathway
"I'm different" he noticed almost immediately, nothing looked like it changed but he felt different literally things that would make him churn or heart race no longer swayed him but from this realization another voice arose "this isn't real your still the same" "hate" "pain" "suffering" images flashed with each word and yet although there was something lingering he wasn't swayed to react he simply watched the emotions arise and simply pass
"Julie!" A voice rang out as Muhammed reached the end of the park, an urge arose and he moved, passing the girl with black bushy hair who screamed
Then a car horn and he was there, his body moved instinctively his fist slammed into metal but that wasn't enough so he gripped the front of the car and planted his feet, "pop!" His arm dislocated, but barely sliding he stopped the car
Behind him lay A little girl who passed out from the shock of almost getting hit by a car and in front of him lay a car besides him a bunch of shoved people and him, distraught but eerily calm on the outside, it felt like something possessed him but he had complete and total recollection of what happened which further added to his confusion
The girl with brown bushy hair ran towards the little girl and picked her up as sirens blared out a few block's away
Muhammed tried to take a step back but tripped on the uprooted tar around his feet and fell back behind him people gathered, phones recorded it was to late to run now, his body moved to run anyways but he stopped himself he would be disciplined by himself not by his fears anymore
He simply sat down crisscrossed and tried to ignore the flashes, clamor, or questions only one this caught his attention
"Thank you" the girl with bushy hair said from where she stood, he seemed to be the only one who heard her as everything fell into the background creating an introspective look, he nodded as a small smile crept into his face "your welcome"
Soon the police, an ambulance and someone else came
"Ma'am, would you please repeat your statement" an officer said
"I already did!!" She looked towards her sister who was getting checked by a medic, Then at Muhammed was in an ambulance but he was constrained
"So what your saying is your sister ran into the street and that 18 year old stopped a car with his bare hands" he looked at her as if she were crazy
"Yes, there's literally proof staring you in the face pick up any phone and it'll be trending" she snapped back
"Ok that's enough" a black man with a mustache, a bald shiny head, and a black trench coat said
"Stop playing with the girl", he smacked the man on his back
"Sorry about that" he said
"So you believe me?" She asked
"Yea everybody does cases like this have been happening all over the world for the last 10 years it's normal now" he dropped a bomb on her, and shrugged
She stood dumbfounded, "what happened to him is he human?"
"Yes, very human even more than you, who have yet to claim their birthright"
"Huh? What do you mea-" she was cut off, he poked her chest right where her heart was as her eyes went murky
She sat up hot and sweaty "a dream?" Before she passed out once more
Muhammed was taken to a hospital placed in one of the far corners of the hospital he hadn't said a word since the incident no one offered him a phone call and he didn't ask for one he knew that this was weird but nobody was acting like it, so it wasn't a rare occurrence
"An urge" suddenly a voice rang out he looked around the room his spine chilled as his head snap besides him
A man sat in a black cushioned chair that wasn't there before as he sat in shadows that distorted unnaturally
The man continued. "Right an urge, a push, a possession?
"Oh, your more promising than I thought" Muhammed said nothing but the man knew exactly what he was thinking
His mind went cold his face even colder, and then suddenly an urge, he listened and smiled replacing the coldness
"Since you barged in, don't you think I deserve an explanation?"
"I don't know do you?" The make said it not in a tone of sarcasm but genuinely
Muhammed thought for a few second's carefully reading the man's words "yes I do deserve an explanation"
The man quietly observed
"Ok, very well" he said as if it were inevitable still clocked in shadows
"Listen closely I'll only say this once"
"Ok" Muhammed said
"All humans are born aware, not having awareness but, aware in itself, but because there's so much things to cling to humans forget and assume that what is outside of them is real or set in stone that they can only get what they want outside of them, without realizing that they have all that they give themselves"
"Aware means to be the ocean looking in on itself with borrowed eyes"
"The world around you is only one and the lowest plane of existence, to rely upon the external for emotions is to abandon all that you are because the world is an illusion created and managed by your existence" he paused
"All three planes of your existence" he paused again
"So we are the creator?" Muhammed said
"No but we can use the power of the creator"
"Think of the creator as an infinite eternal source and that drips into us, and then we define and let it drip into and materialize into reality"
"Level of awareness was split up into multiple groups"
"The 1st you have the people that believes life come at them, not from them, they can't imagine the notion of being able to create reality much less control themselves"
"The 2nd is where you become aware of patterns that the past is not your future and you are not your ego"
"The 3rd is where you know, what and who you are, how to change things and your able to control your emotions, reactions, and realizing that you and your frequency is one"
"The forth is - total self mastery, total reality mastery"
"What's frequency?" Muhammed asked
"You don't know what frequency is? do you know anything about meta physics?" The man prompted
"Nope" Muhammed replied
"Your frequency is you, it's who you are to the source across all three planes of existence"
"Your somewhere around the 3rd but your abnormal, checking your history you have invested very little in understanding yourself through resources available you awakened using only yourself as it should be, but…..still..nothing special though"
"In the past awakening was how so many people got rich and loved well but a change happened 10 years ago, the multidimensional awakening"
"Think of it like this each group, club, and trend creates a collective consciousness which means greater probability of that reality materializing, and when a huge one was created all around the world on the basis of awakening caused Sition to undergo a fundamental change in which it aligned completely with its brother and sister reflections"
"Basically the spiritual and mental plane or the emotional and mental plane"
"Everything is normal, if you remove terms, words and what you think you know then everything becomes just as it is, but when you add your own meaning then it becomes more and when you add emotional charge it becomes even more it stands out to the mental plane, humans have anywhere from 6,000 to 60,000 thoughts a day meaning is just meaning without emotional charge when you add emotional charge then a moment, sentence, or thing becomes something that stands out and materializes extremely fast into your reality"
"So imagine millions of people emotional charging thoughts of alignment, But with the worlds alignment it became a little bit more complex, the rules changed"
"The spiritual and mental realm. Now had locations in which can be traversed to
Mentally and spiritually"
"And along with those locations entity's were created mental plane thoughts and spiritual plane emotional bodies"
"The mental plane is incredibly dangerous as it is bountiful think of all the thoughts that ever will be and ever has been condensed into land of destructive and creative forces always in a constant cycle of life and death"
"And the emotional plane hold entity's called systems as well as different lands symbolizing positive, neutral and negative emotions"
"As for how to get there well that'll take some training to do"
"You probably have a lot of questions, but for now just don't mention this to your family" Muhammed was lost in deep thought as The man began to seep into the shadows
Muhammed was slightly caught off guard at the mention of his family as well as the disappearing man but he muttered something "what's your name and how can I find out more?!" his eyes sparkled
"Electro, you'll know" with that he was gone along with his fancy chair
A couple seconds not even giving him a chance to breath his family barged in with genuine concern something he hadn't seen from them ever before and he decided to feel his emotions play out and let go of old perceptions right here right now
"Muhammed, are you alright", his second oldest sister Alimatu said with concern
"He's alive, isn't he, his oldest sister Khadijah said with a smile her own twisted humor
"I'm sorry, son" his mother said
"It's ok", Muhammed said genuinely he realized that his mother had suffered so much that she couldn't let it go and it became her reality
She was stunned, Muhammed had never been so straight forward and secure they wondered what happened
All they knew was that he had saved someone from a car
"Don't worry guys you can go home and tell my sister and brother, I'm fine, I'm just going to rest"
"Ok, that fine take your time", his mother spoke differently than he had ever seen he didn't know what to contribute that to but he'd get his answer sooner or later but he knew it had to do with his awakening
His family soon left after wishing him well after all who wishes bad in a hospital
He lay in his bed one arm in a hamper, the hospital smell wafted his nose and for the first time that smell brought with it happiness he grinned more freely than ever not for anyone else but for himself, to himself as these new emotions arose so did new goals which ignited something in him" in order to reach the peak, to not have anybody, thing, or object dictate me, I have to do things, I've never done, feel things I've never felt before things I've never been, I must be different , emit different