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The Sound

The Sound

In my agony I realize that I cannot sleep. A sudden chill crawls up my arm and sinks it’s teeth into my heart. The heinous sound surrounds me, reverberating around my room. Even scratching chalkboard would be a alluring symphony compared to this never ending transmission that consumes my soul.

I peer into my closet and sense the dark void it connects to. As the white and grey skeletons stick their heads out and calmly indicate that the source of the sound is not there. I turn my attention to my window. The screeching does not change in volume and the once gorgeous night shows no light.

The moon erased from existence, the thick fog that now surrounds my vision corrupts my senses. It constricts me, creating endless blurs, then the sound grows in strength. I close my window and another chill goes down my spine. A silhouette now lays on my bed, dents appear on the blanket.

​ As I focus and marvel at this unnatural phenomenon it slowly breathes. I lean toward this figure that intrudes my eden and the screeching grows with intensity. The source then forms behind me. The demon that lays on my bed takes a final deep breath and exhales. My face appears on that silhouette on my bed, exhausted of air. The sound surrounds me grabs my soul and pulls it into the All.

The Sound Dahvik Sehva

In my agony I realize that I cannot sleep. A sudden chill crawls up my arm and sinks it’s teeth into my heart. The heinous sound surrounds me, reverberating around my room. Even scratching chalkboard would be a alluring symphony compared to this never ending transmission that consumes my soul.I peer into my closet and sense the dark void it connects to. As the white and grey skeletons stick their heads out and calmly indicate that the source of the sound is not there. I turn my attention to my window. The screeching does not change in volume and the once gorgeous night shows no light.The moon erased from existence, the thick fog that now surrounds my vision corrupts my senses. It constricts me, creating endless blurs, then the sound grows in strength. I close my window and another chill goes down my spine. A silhouette now lays on my bed, dents appear on the blanket.​ As I focus and marvel at this unnatural phenomenon it slowly breathes. I lean toward this figure that intrudes my eden and the screeching grows with intensity. The source then forms behind me. The demon that lays on my bed takes a final deep breath and exhales. My face appears on that silhouette on my bed, exhausted of air. The sound surrounds me grabs my soul and pulls it into the All. — Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/dahvik-sehva/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/dahvik-sehva/support
  1. The Sound
  2. Ego
  3. Progression
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Progression

An endless sea of light , an endless abyss of darkness. As above so below ,we risk going to an extremity of either side of the spectrum or being stuck in suspended animation in the middle. Until we transcend our 3D and linear views and beliefs. Until we forget again and again and how ironic that even this thought process falls into that category

The Sound Dahvik Sehva

In my agony I realize that I cannot sleep. A sudden chill crawls up my arm and sinks it’s teeth into my heart. The heinous sound surrounds me, reverberating around my room. Even scratching chalkboard would be a alluring symphony compared to this never ending transmission that consumes my soul.I peer into my closet and sense the dark void it connects to. As the white and grey skeletons stick their heads out and calmly indicate that the source of the sound is not there. I turn my attention to my window. The screeching does not change in volume and the once gorgeous night shows no light.The moon erased from existence, the thick fog that now surrounds my vision corrupts my senses. It constricts me, creating endless blurs, then the sound grows in strength. I close my window and another chill goes down my spine. A silhouette now lays on my bed, dents appear on the blanket.​ As I focus and marvel at this unnatural phenomenon it slowly breathes. I lean toward this figure that intrudes my eden and the screeching grows with intensity. The source then forms behind me. The demon that lays on my bed takes a final deep breath and exhales. My face appears on that silhouette on my bed, exhausted of air. The sound surrounds me grabs my soul and pulls it into the All. — Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/dahvik-sehva/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/dahvik-sehva/support
  1. The Sound
  2. Ego
  3. Progression
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Ego

Snow falling silently , the alluring shimmer of each snowflake for miles on end.Clouds block the fiery eye of sky, its warmth ripped from the earth. As the air grows colder , the grass starts to freeze , flowers hoping for the light. Whats worse , knowing that beyond the clouds is life or that the sun can’t do anything but to stay in place waiting knowing that the night will take what it made.

As the flower freezes to its core and then a thin ray shines from a crack in the blanket in the sky.At last the sun makes its appearance , but only to witness a gentle gust of air blow the flower into tiny dust that flows with its murderous wind.

A beautiful sight of color as each petal flows free from its cage.The desolate landscape of winter, it’s beautiful yet cold embrace.In our everyday lives our ego clouds our warmth , and storms into pride.

​ That pride blows its murderous wind on unsuspecting life. Don’t stay in place , let your fiery sun burn through those clouds and warm the colorful soul. 

The Sound Dahvik Sehva

In my agony I realize that I cannot sleep. A sudden chill crawls up my arm and sinks it’s teeth into my heart. The heinous sound surrounds me, reverberating around my room. Even scratching chalkboard would be a alluring symphony compared to this never ending transmission that consumes my soul.I peer into my closet and sense the dark void it connects to. As the white and grey skeletons stick their heads out and calmly indicate that the source of the sound is not there. I turn my attention to my window. The screeching does not change in volume and the once gorgeous night shows no light.The moon erased from existence, the thick fog that now surrounds my vision corrupts my senses. It constricts me, creating endless blurs, then the sound grows in strength. I close my window and another chill goes down my spine. A silhouette now lays on my bed, dents appear on the blanket.​ As I focus and marvel at this unnatural phenomenon it slowly breathes. I lean toward this figure that intrudes my eden and the screeching grows with intensity. The source then forms behind me. The demon that lays on my bed takes a final deep breath and exhales. My face appears on that silhouette on my bed, exhausted of air. The sound surrounds me grabs my soul and pulls it into the All. — Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/dahvik-sehva/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/dahvik-sehva/support
  1. The Sound
  2. Ego
  3. Progression
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Trust and Community

When speaking to someone , what makes you feel safe ? How do you know you can freely speak with the other. Is it their expression? What if they show the biggest smile? Is it their eyes? What if they show a gleam? Is it their tone? What if they have a soft and gentle voice? What if they show empathy ?

Yet even though everything points to a comforting person , how do you know it’s not all a facade. A soft aura leading you to ruin, like a human Venus flytrap feeding off your emotions. An emotional demon possessing your thoughts , influencing your actions. Paranoia ? Maybe , even so the human mind might be Nature’s greatest horror. A monster that you can’t outrun , a voice you can’t tune out, fear you can’t shut out by closing your eyes.

This can plague the people you speak too , yet how would you know that underneath the joyful laughter that the demon isn’t slipping from their mind. I have often spoken to people and they quickly tune to me like if they were hearing their favorite song on the radio. That level of trust surprises me, how quickly they believe I can help them amazes me. What drives that primal sense of communal mentality.

However am I also part of that loop? Foolish and selfish of me to think that they are not showing the same mentality. How do we know we aren’t stuck in the same cycle ? If everything is connected, all is one , is that why we feel drawn to others? In reality we are drawn to ourselves.

Thats a contradicting thought , we are all surrounded by ourselves , yet if everything is one that seems very lonely ironically. One being being divided infinitely. Scattered yet whole , how was this universe’s concept created. What is the fundamental energy frequency that governs this law?

Is it the communal mentality of this universe’s life forms that upholds this law? The universal neutral/balanced space influenced by our thoughts. Funny to think that most of the lifeforms in this universe seek the balance and enlightenment of being one, yet once you reach that point only to be divided in a different aspect to experience again.

Seems like an endless loop , even though it would be a choice , but part of you still becomes divided. What if all energy decides to consciously become one physical being, or even one energy that’s not split into aspects. What would that look, feel like? A sense of wholeness ? Or loneliness?

Would there be empty space or just pure frequencies overlapping each other mashing into noise. If it was organized that would indicate there is space between them/us. Are we really one if there’s space between ourselves  ? Or is it a foolish idea for a physical human mind to even truly conceive the notion of true unconditional love, and a sense of togetherness.

I say unconditional love in the micro sense of our universe. Is the Macro universe trying to teach us that even though there is empty space between each galaxy , planets , stars , black holes , they all work together and expand. That we should employ that structure in our daily life with others and ourselves.