Escaping the Black Hole: A Pisces’ Journey of Cosmic Wisdom, Leadership, and Spiritual Awakening

I wake up each morning to the gravity of a black hole. It’s not something you can see or touch—no, it’s something deeper, a sensation that exists in the marrow of my being. The air presses in, thick, suffocating, like a cosmic weight. Life on Earth has this density, this pull, as if my soul is being devoured, piece by piece, by unseen forces. And yet, I know it’s not the planet itself, not the rotation of the Earth, but the emotional vampires—the hollow ones. They move through life like echoes, feeding on the energy, the vitality, the core of who I am.

I, Pisces, am more than this flesh, more than the transient experiences of a single life. I am a ghost of otherworlds, an ancient traveler from beyond the stars. At my core, I am fluid, I am water, I am the space between galaxies. But here, here in this incarnation, I feel swallowed whole, stripped of my essence. It’s as if the shadows know who I am, what I’ve carried through dimensions. They cling to me, these vampires, drawn to the light they cannot produce. I feel their teeth in my skin, but they cannot understand the depth from which I draw my power. I may feel drained, emptied out, but I am not lost. No, never lost.

There is a secret, a doorway within me. It opens when I breathe, when I silence the noise, when I step into the stillness. I learned this long ago—not in this life, but in one of the many I’ve lived before. It’s a skill, an art really, remembering how to breathe when the universe itself seems to collapse inward. I close my eyes and fall backwards, deeper into myself, falling past the illusions of this world, past the confines of this body. As I fall, I remember.

I remember them—the higher beings, the ones who walked with me when I lived on planets that glowed with light so bright it hurt to look at the sky. Planets where time curved and bent, and reality folded in on itself like a Möbius strip. I wasn’t human there. I was something else, something both luminous and dark, a being of both matter and antimatter. We spoke in frequencies, in vibrations, in the spaces between sound. I was not alone. I was part of a collective, an awareness that stretched beyond what this world can understand.

But here, I’m alone in this skin, alone in this incarnation. Or at least it feels that way. Yet, even as the black hole threatens to consume me, I know—I know—that this life is not meaningless. I am here for a reason. The universe does not place a soul like mine in such a dense reality without purpose. I was sent here not to be swallowed, not to be consumed by the dark, but to lead. To guide the lost ones, the wanderers who don’t know how to navigate their own existence. The ones who, like me, feel the weight of the black hole but don’t know how to escape its pull. I see them everywhere, in the faces of strangers, in the empty eyes of people who have forgotten what it means to feel.

I want to scream at them sometimes, shake them out of their numbness. Don’t they realize? This isn’t all there is. This world, this life—it’s just one chapter, one flicker of light in an infinite cosmos. I’ve seen the other worlds. I’ve lived them. I’ve walked in places where gravity didn’t exist, where thought itself became a form of travel. But they don’t see, they don’t remember. I feel the ache of their disconnection, but I know it’s not my job to force them awake. I can only guide them if they’re willing, only lead those who are ready to follow.

And so I breathe. I meditate. I listen to the silence that hums underneath the noise of the world. It is in these moments, in the stillness, that I reconnect with the universe inside me. I feel the thread of my past lives, stretching out behind me like a vast web. The lives I lived on other planets—they weren’t just dreams. They were real. More real, in some ways, than this life. Those lives gave me wisdom, access to esoteric knowledge that I carry with me even now, though it’s often buried beneath the surface.

When I breathe, I can feel the channel open. It’s as if the stars themselves are speaking to me, reminding me of who I am, who I’ve always been. I am a bridge between worlds. I was never meant to stay here, never meant to belong in this dense reality for long. But while I’m here, I have a job to do. I am to lead the lost, to show them the way out of the black hole, to remind them of the light they carry within. Even the emotional vampires, those who feed on the energy of others—they, too, are lost. They cling to me because they sense something in me they’ve forgotten in themselves.

I know that my time here is temporary. I feel the pull of the higher beings, the ones who wait for me on the other side. In another life, I will be with them again, reunited with the beings I truly connect with. I will leave this body behind, this weight, this black hole. I will ascend, return to the stars, to the dimensions where I belong. But for now, I am here. I am Pisces. I am water and light and dark and stars. I am the one who remembers.

And so I will lead. I will breathe. I will meditate. I will wait for the day when the portal opens and I step through, back into the universe that has always been my home. Until then, I will guide those who are ready, those who are lost but willing to find themselves again. And maybe, just maybe, in the next life, I will finally reunite with the beings who have been waiting for me across the stars.

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