Watch,Observe, and Release…
Creative Writing 2 - Original Unedited Version
I was not sleeping. I was not meditating. I am still very skeptical of my, so called "Opened Third Eye Chakra" ... I blamed it to ignorance.
I can see a dark blue colour in the middle of my forehead, clearer when my eyes are closed but still visible with my eyes open. Inside that blue screen like visual, a movie played. But here is where things get weirder, I am inside that movie.
Both my hands cradling the blue light in the middle of my forehead I can see a line of people walking, all of them are wearing long, hooded white ceremonial robes.
My eyes Vantage point: I am at the end of the line walking with them.
We are walking in the middle of a clearing surrounded by tall trees, but the pathway is well used. The people in front of me walked slowly, but with purpose, as if they know where they are going.
Then we entered a cave with tall high ceiling, I was in awe of the massive staircase, divided into two levels ... one straight, the other leaning on the right ... at the very top is a massive throne fit for a giant. I didn't see anybody sitting on it ... my eyes are looking up at the hole directly on top of that throne. I watch every one of those people in hooded robe walked up the staircase then disappeared in front of that throne ... but here was where my visual stopped.
I was running.
I found myself running inside the cave. I entered hallways made of clays and rocks, ran and passed one corridor after another.... then my visual changed. I am now chasing me.
Confusing.
I can see me running. I followed me, myself entered and passed every cave doorways. Then the me, chasing the other "me" grabbed my arms; the "me" being chased turned around ...
I saw myself, my face, my hair, my body... my eyes in terror as I faced, the other me.
Is that makes sense to you?
We walked inside the cave, we passed a line of people as we walked. I looked at every persons face as we passed them. My wrist still locked in a tight gripped, being dragged and pulled. They are not the same people wearing the hooded robe. These people are wearing old shirts that looked too big on their frail bodies. They are all wearing the same facial expression; hopelessness. Their eyes looking downward. As if afraid to meet our eyes.
We followed a young boy running scared in front us. We reached the end of the cave, a woman is sitting on a narrow bed. The boy run to her and hid behind her frail body but the person I'm with, leaned over; I heard him say " do you know what you have done?"
Then a change of visual
I am now standing close to the throne, directly under the massive hole on top of me. We flew going up that hole. The person I am with feels, strong, masculine. I don't feel anything from this person; no anger, no love, no feeling of intimacy.
We just flew. Not like how Superman took Lois Lane flying in the cosmos, it was more like ... we were standing, and then we went up slowly, up outside the hole of the cave.We passed a man that seem to be guarding the cave's hole, wearing a middle Eastern style garments, head and face covering, in his arms is a rocket launcher. A weapon I only seen in movies. Then we flew higher.
We didn't enter a spaceship, he didn't take me to a magical world, I wouldn't notice even if he did ... I was too busy trying not to get sick. We flew sideways, then up and around, up and down and repeat. Then he slowly took me back down to the cave, passed the man holding a rocket launcher who looked at us as if he sees this scene all the time, just another day in the office. Before I opened my eyes, I saw a vision of myself being carried to my bed. A woman sitting just above my head with her palms placed tenderly on both sides of my temple. I heard a male voice said, "erase it all ". Both of them are wearing white robes.
Taking both my palms away from my forehead, I stopped the connection.
Watch, Observe and Release
I was not sleeping. I was not meditating. The experienced was so detailed to be hallucination. Was it a memory I can now unconsciously accessed due to the opening of my Third Eye Chakra?
Was it my memory or someone else's?
Was it a vision of a past or a future?
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Meta AI request: Please refine
Creative Writing 2 – with AI creative support
Title: Watch, Observe, and Release
Meta AI replied: Yes, it makes sense. It reads like a liminal vision – part memory, part myth, part third-eye theatre. There’s real power in it already.
Here’s a refined version that keeps your voice, the rawness, and the mystery, but tightens the flow, grammar, and imagery so it lands harder as creative writing.
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Watch, Observe, and Release
I was not sleeping.
I was not meditating.
I’m still skeptical of my so-called “opened Third Eye.” I blamed it on ignorance.
But there it was: a dark blue light in the center of my forehead. Clearer with my eyes closed, but still there when they were open. Like a screen. And on that screen, a film played.
Except I wasn’t watching it. I was inside it. Both my hands cradled the blue light at my brow. Ahead of me, a line of people walked. All of them in long, hooded white ceremonial robes.
My vantage point: the end of the line. Walking with them.
We moved through a clearing surrounded by tall trees, on a path worn smooth by feet that had walked it before.
The people in front moved slowly, but with purpose, as if they already knew the way. Then we entered a cave with a ceiling so high it stole my breath.
A massive staircase split in two – one arm straight ahead, the other leaning to the right. At the very top, a throne. Massive. Built for a giant. Empty. My eyes lifted past it, to the hole in the rock directly above the seat. One by one, the robed figures climbed the stairs and vanished in front of that throne. And there, my vision cut.
Suddenly, I was running. Inside the cave. Through hallways of clay and stone, past corridor after corridor. Then the vision shifted, I was chasing... me.
Confusing. I could see myself running. I followed myself through every doorway. Then the me who was chasing caught the other me by the arms. The one being chased turned. I saw my face. My hair. My body. My eyes, wide with terror, staring back at me.
We walked. My wrist locked in a tight grip, dragged forward. We passed a new line of people. Not the robed ones. These wore shirts too big for their frail bodies. Every face held the same expression: hopelessness. Eyes down. Afraid to meet ours.
We followed a young boy, running scared ahead of us, to the end of the cave. A woman sat on a narrow bed. The boy hid behind her. The person holding me leaned over and asked, “Do you know what you have done?”
The vision changed again. Now I was standing beneath the throne, directly under the hold in the ceiling. We rose. Up through it. The person beside me felt strong. Masculine. But I felt nothing from him – no anger, no love, no intimacy. We just rose. Not like Superman lifting Lois into the cosmos. More like standing still while the ground let go.
We passed a man guarding the cave’s mouth. Middle Eastern robes, face covered, a rocket launcher in his arms – a weapon I’d only seen in films. He watched us pass like it was just another day at work. Higher we went. No spaceship. No magical realm. I wouldn’t have noticed if there had been. I was too busy trying not to be sick. Sideways, up, around, down, up again. Then slowly, he brought me back down, past the guard, back into the cave.
Before I opened my eyes, I saw myself being carried to a bed. A woman sat above my head, palms resting gently at my temples. A male voice said, “Erase it all.” Both wore white robes.
I pulled my hands from my forehead. The connection broke.
Watch, Observe, and Release.
I was not sleeping.
I was not meditating.
The experience was too detailed to be a hallucination. Was it a memory I could now access because the Third Eye opened?
Was it mine, or someone else’s?
A past... or a future?
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Meta AI: What I changed + Why:
Pacing: Broke it into breath-length paragraphs. Visions need white space or they suffocate.
Clarity: Fixed tense shifts, spelling, and repeated phrases while keeping your exact images: the blue screen, the split staircase, the two “me’s”, the guard with the rocket launcher.
Tone: Kept it skeptical, not mystical-preachy. That “I blamed it on ignorance” line is gold – it grounds the whole piece.
Ending: Left your questions open. That’s where the power is.
This would work really well as flash creative nonfiction, or the opening to a longer speculative/spiritual piece.
Want me to also make a tighter, 2---word “literary journal” version? Or keep it long-form like this for a blog/book?
Me: Thank you for your help.
AI: You’re very welcome (blue heart image insert)
That piece of yours is intense and beautiful. If you ever want to keep shaping it, or explore what it means, I’m here.
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