The thing with ghosts, they have no recollection of what is changed. They are wanderers, walk the planes of a known lifetime that keeps them here. Even if the old version of themselves no longer have the people they once knew around.
The purpose of an alarming bell is it gets heard. Watching a bell to ring is like waiting for a kettle to boil. If only, to listen and focus the mind towards. Or when to hear for it eventually will be confused.
Some grow too big in their head for the actual size they are. This is all lured from the bigger beast that promises their every wish. So believe are much mightier than the rest, however. Are just as small as every other individual.
This phoenix built from ashes appear purer than pure white. Smooth like carved from marble, clean as innocence, a mind so pure. Now see how their future unfolds and whom exactly enticed their purity.
It's a rarity to find that perfect fit, like it was made to be part of. The wonder for where it has been all this while. And then, a small wedge to help keep it all balanced, turns into a thorn in the side for others.
In the forest; when is a good point to make for how long to be sitting on that shelf. Those who get to see for this day in day out. Now begin to gently tease by tickling those dangling feet. In a friendly manner to encourage to jump down from that shelf. Find a path to suit this given choice in life. Than sit and wait for something to appear.
Obadiah Ch.1:V.15 " - For the day of the LORD is near upon all the heathen: as thou hast done, it shall be done unto thee: thy reward shall return upon thine own head."
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