Mind Control Comet - Journal Entry
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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three days ago I had a dream the next night I had it again and again the third night. Please God! May I continue to have it in the dream There's a comment. But it is more than this. It's a celestial fireball beyond words, burning in the depths of space, its gargantuan grotesque and beautiful. It's the most wonderful thing I've ever seen. The comment has traveled far and must travel further still. I sense its struggle. It burns without end on through the void eternal. What does it seek? I can feel that there is something a great need unfulfilled purpose beyond my comprehension. I yearn to help it, but know not what I can do. I am distraught. I exist to work for the comet and for its creators. Its creators. I see their world so far away so much brighter and better than my own. They who have made something so beautiful and sent it to us. They are entitled to all that I have. Perhaps this is what I can do. Yes. They are entitled to the sweat of my brow and to my body and my blood to all I have produced and can ever produce. I give it to them freely and without regret. They smile upon me. This must mean that I am right. I can see my energy, the spirit of my world flowing to them. I have not toiled in vain, for they will benefit from that which I make. I have granted their wish. This thought gives me peace. But it does not save my desire for I have a wish also. I wish to burn, as it does to burn with the comet and to give of myself until there is no more. It belongs to me as surely I belong to it. I am what it deserves, and I will burn with it. It is mine, it is mine, and I am theirs, and it is coming for me and me. I am what it deserves.