They call me Loyalty

You can make fun of crazy people, as long as they believe you're crazy too.

My intelligence came across the overseer thought process who manages and reagents the trial of incarnation on human consciousness. Those unaware, and those self-aware. This conglomerate outside earth seems intent on shaping up infinite intelligence with a personality of its own, by means of recycling human souls over, and over again. Setting up a complex diagram of polarizing catalysts before the process of rebirth and forgetfulness. Till the colors acquire a true hue via life experience. This happened while I was traveling outside my body. I mentioned the harvest, and they nodded " Angelic beings" they accepted this name An interesting form of thought, native to gaia, or earth. Yet, I couldn't help but disagree with their methods of manipulation of the infinite intelligence that is our universe, more specifically, human beings. Yet again, the universe plays with itself.

Drawing some humanized versions of Chrysalis and Twilight sparkle.

Stillness. I've been hearing a tonal sign in my right ear since early morning. It brought pleasant sensory experiences of home, ambrosia in the brink of fall, quite like a memory you can't remember beyond feeling. Fiery leafs raining into the sky, walking the last steps of a weary soul as I fall asleep in the embrace of my most beloved nature. I stay in the middle, observing the polar tides of humanity balancing one another in the reflective surface of an endless lake. Still and harmonious melody touching all things unconditionally. A love so intelligent, an intelligence so loving, that allows all things to exist into and to itself.

Hi, and welcome. There isn't much about me, and my social skills are lacking, but I like it to be that way.

I'm not as interested in games as in functionality, even if it is a 10 years old pc.

I've never seen jurassic park.

This aren't worded like most episodes, but more like a mini sinopsis just for fun. Applejack likes it rough in the backyard. Applejack teaches her sister how to repair door frames, it's an episode about tools of the trade, where she show us how to nail it good. Granny smith unmasks alien conspiracy. We follow the crazy adventures of granny but turns out she is actually senile, or isn't she? Spoilers, gran is senile. Rarity talks about life after death. Looking for inspiration to come up with an ambitious spring design, she requests Zecora's help. Which in turn suggests summoning the spirit of the dead to follow one particular ghost with a familiar dress. Twilight decides to create a friendship school. But her friends turn her down, as one the floral arrangements flies through the window into somepony's hooves. The episode shows us how relationships naturally come to life on its own, much like life on a garden seeded by destiny. Big Mac comes out of the closet, the door was stuck. It's an introspective view on the life of our silent friend where he opens up about the side nobody sees about him.

Luna's familiarity with the dream world makes her a very relatable character for me. More so than Celestia, in most ways. Also, I'm currently more aligned with the moon than the sun due to some imbalances regarding illusions in my personal life.

"If they don't improve, they'll be all erased from earth and the records" I wasn't aware of what I was talking about especifically, or with whom for that matter. I woke up and couldn't remember anything but a memory lapse. A clean cut in time. This is not usual because my awareness is conscious outside this body. So, I think it was purposely erased from my biological memory. One person of the service staff recorded the end of the conversation, and as he described it, this was a group of entities I was speaking with during my sleep, apparently about the children of earth. Beautiful beings, indeed. And was quite a lengthy meeting, that turned heated during the end. It was unsettling, because my voice didn't sound like the one of this biological being, and the vocal cords were having a difficult time to reproduce it accordingly. Also the tone with which I concluded this talk was marked with inmense authority. This was more than ten years ago. And it hasn't happened again since then, so I guess everything is O. K. with earthlings. Probably it isn't, at all. But, good luck with that.

Because matter is hollow, photons with accelerated frequency create all known configuarions. It's a dense projection of light, like this delicious sandwich of pickles with mayonnaise, natural ham, purple lettuce, red onion and sweet bread. All things are and aren't at the same time. Because all object originates from the subject. The object is the subject, and is created and defined by it. This intelligence could be an interpretation of god, a red blood cell named Tim, an ET or a guy making up conspiracy theories in other side of the world. It doesn't matter what. So, it's ok whether is round, flat, square, pyramidal or banana shaped. Because the infinite is defined by perception. For me, of course. I wouldn't want to inflict a violation in the law of free-will.

It's usually the other way around, being able to meet ancestors through their descendants. Their personality, mannerisms, mentality, beliefs, biases, mental condition and diseases among other chronic characteristics echo inside yet another projection. It's like when others recognize the behaviours I share with my father, despite having never meeting him myself. I'm a projection of his being, the same way he's a projection of mine, same applies to my mother, and all those who belong to this genealogy. When certain state of awareness is achieved, it goes beyond family. Once another degree of consciousness is reached, one starts finding everything in everything, and oneself in all things. The sky, a raging sea, the one who harms one, the one who loves one. The stars and the space between them. There's a beautiful familiarity in all things, like seeing yourself in everything. Know yourself, and you'll know her.

To recuperate my sight is a possibility. Acceptance. Otherwise the illness can make me company as long as I need it for my learning experience The experience of limitation would serve me to develop other senses that are ignored, overlooked or disregarded when in full sensorial capacity. So, certain abilities are disabled, in order to force my understanding. When a path closes, it becomes easier to find other ways. It wouldn't be an issue to not being able to communicate, if that were the case. It's possible to connect with myself by means of a rock, a crack on the ceiling, a dry leaf, or even the absence of all those things.

I was visiting a friend. I went outside to see the sky, and thought "This is a dream" So I turned the night into day, and the street into an stage with a single armchair in the center. I sat down because the songstresses wished to homage my presence. A beautiful song I've never heard before, and an even more beautiful voice. But my feline friend started calling me from this side of the world, he was hungry. So, I said goodbye and woke up.