Planet of the Insane

There is a place where the majority of people live as if they will be as they are forever, as the forms they use, as the opportunities they are afforded, as the objects of desire that they are targeted to be.

Once, when I got a higher perceptional energy, I went to that place, the Planet of the Insane. There, for half hour and half hour only, I saw people moving about. They were busy doing many things. To support their frantic activities, they felt a force within their psyches which assured them that they would continue existing as is forever.

I too acted for that half hour in that place. I was sure not to alert anyone there that I notice their insanity. The way it is there is that if anyone gives an alert about the reality, that person is immediately attacked by persons who feel offended. While there, I acted as if I was insane, except that I knew that each person there would shortly die, where nothing done would be supported by the environment there.

It is a place which was laced with death but it supported all events as if they were promises of life, as if death itself was a face of life. There, the reach of life stayed afloat on the peak of death. Very shortly, I will return to that place. Its other feature is that a few persons there realize that they will be snuffed out, with no idea about what happens thereafter. To do something sensible, these realized persons transfer their assets to their descendants and followers. The idea is to live on through this relay of information and assets. These people feel that they have an advantage over the others who do not realize that death is embedded into that strange place.

It is a wonderful place, the Planet of the Insane, insanityLoka.