People who know they are weird, who know they are different from the rest of humanity will try their best to blend in. Because trying to prove that they are different would only get them into trouble. If you have an entire world inside your mind- the approval and understanding of others around you becomes non-essential to existence.
Emilia Cherovi knew at an early age that she was different. That there is something odd and magical about the way she sees the world. She was an idealist by heart, always wanting to see the world using colorful lenses- but it was more than just seeing the world- but experiencing the frequencies, energy, and sensing the spirit of life that is present in everything that she sees and experiences.
Her dreams are far from regular. At 12 she discovered that she can lucid dream, go into a deep trance state while lying, or even as she sits while playing the djembe drums. All the while she believes that she was simply meditating and imagining things like flying and seeing purplish mountains during the dream state. What Emilia doesn't know is that she is able to levitate in her bed as she sleeps. And her dreams, are not simple lucid dreams- she is in fact entering other portals and dimensions. The wonderful forests and cities that she is seeing during the state of lucid dreaming are not located on earth but on the 2nd and 3rd higher frequency dimensions.
Not only that, she thinks that other people can taste the food, smell the scent, read books or see their dreams in high definition color- but this simply isn't the case. Regular people are not able to taste the food in their dreams. Many people dream in black and white and do not even hear any sound let alone taste the food or read a book while in the dream state. But all of this is easy to do and possible for Emilia--because she too was a Blue blood monarch just like Carlos San Jose-its just that it wasn't time yet to know these secrets.
Emilia was also an introvert but manages to escape the limelight. Instead of hanging out with friends and co-workers on a Saturday night, you will find her visiting public libraries, museums, and old coffee shops instead. Frequently entertained by her own thoughts, not requiring the energy or assistance of other people. The world inside her is already so vast, that she can get lost in her thoughts for hours.
While most humans are preoccupied with their daily chores, preparation of food, or impressing others with material stuff that they have gained- Emilia on the other hand lived in her own world- not realizing that she was in fact gaining access to the other dimensions - something that most humans aren't able to do without the assistance of higher forces and guides.
She would learn early that humans are afraid to talk about frequencies, about alternate dimensions. Humans do not want to go to great lengths to find why they dream and what is the meaning of visions they see in the dream. Most are quick to dismiss the Spiritual world as if it doesn't exist. And since Emilia knows she would just be regarded as an outcast she strived to blend in whenever out in public. But prefer the many long nights of solitude- meditating, listen to binaural beats, and connecting with the energy of cats and plants around her.
She once told her guardian about how vivid her dreams were, of how she can fly, eat, and hear the music and even memorize the names of people she has met in her dreams. But it seemed nonsense to others. Most of her friends would pretend to listen, to be amazed but no one really understood her. Most people found her weird. Why can't she just be a normal person, go to college, find a job, get married, have children, buy insurance, buy a house and payloads and loads of debt and die?
This felt her really separate from it all, the dreams of most people are to buy a house, become famous, become so filthy rich, get published in a magazine. But she wasn't interested in these things. Sure, it would be great to live in a fancy house, with servants, but these dreams are too typical, so earthly. And while she wouldn't mind living a fancy and luxurious life if it was possible. It was not the sole reason why she was living-- she knows on the subconscious level that the material world she is seeing--isn't showing the real remnant of truth.
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