An Other nature. (A story)

An Other nature. (A story)

Being a bit personal, whatever that could mean in our world, less curious about the humans, more about my kind, they are very good at hiding themselves, passing for human, but watching tv, walking in a street anywhere, watching a movie……i pick them out of the crowd, the ones of my people. I am aware of where they are in their process of growth, their intentions, their backgrounds, no images, no words,straight information in my mind when i touch their body fields. I am still curious, how do they live, how do they the burden of all the information, what do they do to relax, not that i’ll change my way of living. Others are interesting beings on whatever filosophical path they base their lives, their creativity, their way of doing things teach me how to balance the strangeness and the talents i am able to use in this flower of life, all these dimensions that seem to invite me and i wonder what to do there. My nature is to follow my intuition, humans call it synchronicity, i do not experience it like that anymore, it is just a omnidimensional sea on which i catch the waves to go where ever the wave takes me. Not that i don’t know what is coming, there is no such thing as surprise, i just stopped thinking ahead, life got so dull that way. It is my way to enjoy the ride and hopefully learn something new doing it and i sometimes do. But i stopped hinding, i just am, i am in this world, doing what i do teaching the humans how to live with powerfull Others, if they like it or not. Yes, i am a bit childlike in that sense, but that innocense is to my knowledge the best way enjoy life in the human world.

An end.