The Art of Flying

Валео Лученко
It's so difficult to make it.
Especially when you have a faint idea of yourself.
Who are you?
Nobody will tell you truthfully.
Even God.
Yes, of course, He's mighty.
He might free us from our own traps.
He sends angels to guide and to guard us.
He shows the prophetic dreams to us.
He shares protective prayers with us.
But He never tells us who we are indeed.

We are so different that I'm afraid to call us human beings.
There are so many creatures hidden in this universal form.
Just look at them:
descendants of space aliens,
Nephilims and Asuras,
cyborgs and angels,
mortal gods and immortal people.
Everywhere among people,
there are worlds that often do not intersect at all.
It is difficult for us to understand each other
because our languages come from different sources.
And most of all, we're ruled by fear here in our Babylon.
Thet's the reason we cannot fly yet.
And we should have been
if we had taken for grunted:
"do not be afraid" by Jesus.

Those are the first to fly
who will cease to be trapped by fears.
It's as simple as swimming.