Where would we be without the light of these screens?
When we forgot the warm glow of early morning sun, quietly making its way through the windows, across walls, sitting onto the floor.
We gave up living in rhythm with it, for the caffeine of industry, machines, consuming our dreams. Now we live by something else that illuminates the night, makes it harder to sleep. There were once fires burning eternal.
It split, from torches and campfires to wax candles and oil lanterns, lamp lights in the streets, in houses, to fire made from gas, then on to electricity, something that feels even dirtier then coal, but cannot be seen. Until finally came the false illumination that emits strange waves and particles.
The last light before we close our eyes.
Don’t go into the light.
Wait in darkness and one will come to you.
It may be a loved one lost in this life, or they might be in the form of an archetype of which you’ve grown familiar with here.
Do not go into the light. For that tunnel is night.
A false light leading you to a rebirth in this system, a system of slaves working away while being fed upon by despots in dark places above. Do not be led back into it by the beautiful music or sights you are shown. There are traps upon leaving these bodies, just as there are now. Do not be like the moth caught in unnatural light.
We live at the end of an age, to awaken to the traps and tricks that are bound to keep us repeating the same mistakes, living the same lives, over and over again, as ourselves in slightly different forms. This system of which we were born into that we depend upon to live, it is not the only life. There are places we will remember again if we just learn to wait in darkness. Some of us chose to come here, others were recycled.
I’m sending you this letter in hope that you will remember.