Day Five: The Rising Phoenix Man and Youthful Memories

a bowl filled with coal sitting on top of a sandy beach
a bowl filled with coal sitting on top of a sandy beach

When the sun set and the night arose, I found myself conversing with a mystical being. A spirit captured in the form of a human male. He was a spiritual being that helped people rise up from the ashes of their breakup and guide them back to a state of self-love. I call him the Phoenix Man. We‘ve known each other only for a short amount of time but we quickly bonded through one commonality: our mother tongue.

The evening mostly appeared to be uneventful. No alien sightings, no shooting stars, no fireworks. We just sat and talked about our experience growing up, shared hobbies, weird customs of our country and life ups and downs in general. Though the subjects appeared to be mundane at first, they have proven to be magical. He somehow enforced his Shayman power upon me without noticing. Our conversation became a ceremony. He continued to pose questions. Every new word he spun up grazed memories I haven't experienced in a long while, every memory led to a lost feeling, every feeling led to a hidden piece of self that waited to be uncovered. Then silence. The absence of words ignited a deep transcendence in me. It rekindled something hidden.

Sharing thoughts and feelings in the tone of your inner voice gave me a deep sense of home, combined with the guidance of my friend, unlocked something. For the first time in a long while I am spiritually complete. The connection to a long forgotten self makes me feel whole.

Past me, the version that gathered all my firsts, the architect that created the building blocks for my present self. - I see you. Together, we shall build future me.