Salem's Diary_Birthday Entry

A Soul With Many Names

*Salem*

Sometimes sitting in silence and surrendering to my mind seems to be the most difficult task in the world. Allowing all the inner voices to flow, without judgement or fear, an almost insurmountable task. 

Yet, I find that as I reaquaint myself with my own voices...we reunite as one.

 I have worn many masks throughout my life, as we all do in our own ways. Seeing through the masks of others is a gift I have developed, along with many others throughout the years.

The unique thing about the masks I wear is that...they have a voice of their own. Even in my childhood, there were voices, everywhere....the voice of the wind, the trees and flowers, the animals too...so it was no surprise to me when my voice became the voices of many, unknown to me until I was an adult.

The name I was given as a child translates roughly to "listen" or "listener of God", which I always felt was fitting. Since then I have gone by names that I wish to embody. Solomon, for wisdom. And now Salem, for peace, and a new home within myself.

Something strange has happened to me, that I cannot explain. I often have had strange dreams that have come to pass, insights that feel as though they come from someplace beyond my understanding, and I have even communicated with spirits from beyond the veil...sometimes, even the songs I write seem to come true...

But, ever since my birthday,

I have begun to hear a voice...a voice that tells me it comes from beyond the stars.

When I think of this voice, I see a vision of my favorite book, The Little Prince. A wise, yet forlorn sort of creature...

This Prince from the stars sings to me, and I feel as though I have no other choice but to stop and listen.

*Salem*

I feel as though I've been hypnotized....I should try to sleep.

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