are so desperately hunting, grows brighter,
stronger, and louder with your every step. All of
this happens as you continue holding the key to
who you really are firmly within your heart.
Quietly a mark is left on the worlds skin.

Everything begins to look clearer than before.
The shadows don't take on such a harsh image now.
Your breathe is now the breeze. Light pours
through your veins as your body attempts
vigorously to catch up. Your surroundings begin to
waver from spectacles of colored light into
melting shadows. You need to know more. Anything
you can find to help you make sense of the world
that's now appearing.
"What is this place" you cry out as it quickly
molds back into shadows again. Before you, stand
mountains of stone crossing the land for miles in
both directions. Your eyes dart from side to side.
A yearning grows softly in the background of your
thoughts. A need to go beyond the mountains. A
need to understand the reason that you were

brought to an entirely new world. Feet slosh
through the land as you move closer to the edges
of where the stones shoot out from beneath the
Earths surface. The shadows waste no time. They
descend carefully over the stones, the land, until
finally everything before your own eyes goes dark.
The stones begin to glow.

Have you come to find it? A low voice speaks from
the darkness.
Hello? Is someone there? He responds promptly to
the voice
Are you here to find it? The voice tries again
There is someone there! I knew it! Find what?
You wouldn't have found this place if you weren't
of value somehow. Are you here to find it? Is that
your value? The voice was getting impatient
I'm not sure about what value I could have. I
found myself suddenly...here...now. That is the
only thing I'm sure of for now. He responds
hopelessly to the voice.
You must know something. You wouldn't have...

There's no point. Follow me. The voice becomes
silent
But how can I see you? It's dark everywhere.
Hello? He cried out again praying the voice didn't
abandon him
Finally the voice responded you're still using
your eyes. They won't show you what you need to
see if they're the only thing you use to see. You
have to open your mind first and then the eyes
will work properly.




Writers shock
Why do you keep writing in second person? It's
always the same with you W. this is why you're
never going to go anywhere with your life! Never
mind your life because as I said it's not going
anywhere. I want an answer from you! Why do you
keep doing this? W.s boss was getting tired of the
games. And pressure coming from higher up the

ladder was now pushing in from all sides. He knew
W. Had something to offer the company. All the
test results that W. had taken per corporate
protocol had high scores Specifically when it came
to his craft, but they couldn't get it out of him
once they hired him. This among many other current
issues had the boss worried about his own position
and the company's ability to dig themselves out of
the hole they recently found themselves in. The
boss continued to lose more patience waiting for
an answer from W. meanwhile W. Was now looking out
the buildings window at what he felt was the most
perfect view.

I guess... He stumbled quietly over his words. I
guess I just feel a connection to not just my
characters, but also the reader. Even you boss. I
feel like we're c....
The boss stopped him immediately before he could
unfold the word.
Let's get one thing straight. You are not and
will not ever be anything more then my worker. You

are nothing more then a stranger I pay to make me
money! Got that! Now finish whatever the hell
you're trying to tell me as your sad excuse for an
excuse!

There's no way to explain it except that what I'm
writing is beyond what I want to write, beyond
what I can fully understand, and especially beyond
possibly writing itself. It's alive and I'm just a
translator. That is the only reasoning that I have
been able to come to. It's the only thing that
makes sense. All of the patience the boss tried to
have dissolved instantly after W. said alive and a
shock blazed up the bosses spine as he followed it
with translator.

Get out of my office and let me figure out what I
need to do with you! As W. Left the room the boss
continued to have shivers run up and down his
spine. He stared out at the view just as W. did
moments before. He found it very odd that W.
wouldn't face him, but instead faced the view of

the city for his entire speech. This had the boss
double worried. He quietly reflected for a minute
on why all of this felt so familiar. Was it
dejavu? Was it a dream he had? A fleeting vision
came to the boss as he searched his memory bank
for a clue. It was of him a few years before
joining the company. He was overjoyed with
knowing his dream was coming true! He'd be working
for one of the most inspiring companies he could
ever work for. They chose him out of thousands of
previous amateur writers. He always believed that
his writing was something beyond chance or talent.
For the boss it used to be as if some thing
invisible inspired him in the quiet places that
lived in his mind. Shivers rolled through his body
again as he desperately tried repressing this
truth, but it was to late. The truth was more
powerful at the moment. The boss finally saw the
connection that W. was talking about. The boss was
scared, envious, jealous, and desperate to have
what W. Seemed to receive so naturally. He knew he
couldn't fire W. with the chance that he'd lose

his one opportunity forever. But he could put a
little pressure on him, make him squirm a bit, to
see if that seemingly natural gift would still
come through. The boss picked up the phone and
began dialing W.s line. Meanwhile W. was beginning
to have his own epiphany about his life.

W. continued playing out the conversation in his
head. Not once had he actually come to the
conclusion he spouted out so casually to his boss.
This made it so maddening for W. to know that it
had to have come from something else just like he
explained the whole process to his boss. But
where? Who? What? He wondered anxiously. Am I
translator? For what? Why? There were so many
questions that he just couldn't answer. Worse then
that was he couldn't make sense of them. But it
did explain the need to use the word you in so
much of his writings. W. had no desire to write
self help books, but this was surely the way he
was writing. Now he'd have to take some time to
get to the bottom of all of this and find some

answers.

W. Legend Synchronicity

I've been noticing large doses of the strange
phenomenon labeled synchronicity occurring in my
own life recently. As of now I have only found
minimal information on the topic. The clearest
explanation I could find stated that supposed
strange connections with life show up repeatedly
over time. Some call it chance while others call
it coincidence. Presently I've been seeing many of
my thoughts appearing as if projected into our
world. I do understand the insanity attached to
claims such as these and I also understand how
difficult it is to believe in these highly
improbable circumstances, yet their appearance
within my own life has neither halted nor slowed
down their frequency of impacting my life. Which
seems to be causing more and more ideas to be
leaked out of me each day. None of which I have
any personal influence over. I sit here wondering

how such things are possible. Is it just my
misfortune that these very things should not
warrant my ownership? This, most of all throws a
weariful shock to my emotional and mental position
within my daily life. I'm not implying a woe is me
outlook, but instead more of a conflicted
confusion toward it all. I shall now share an
example of a said synchronicity type of event that
I myself had experienced personally.

A bird flew by me today wearing a bold blue coat
adorned with an orange beak. As I continued
through my day, casually browsing through the
local library. There it was! Not two steps from me
stood a book who's cover was the exact bird I saw
earlier in the day. The bird would not give up so
easily though. That evening while driving home
during the twilight hours, the bird again flapped
its way into my life. Across the purplish orange
sky with drops of darkness spread throughout, the
bird flew toward the east. I attempted to catch it
using my camera, but lo and behold it was to quick

to capture such untold elegance. Now just before
bed as I begun my settling in tradition, I went to
get a cold glass of water from the kitchen faucet.
As I walked back to return to my chambers for the
night, a feather from the same magical bird that I
crossed paths with multiple times through the day
lay on my hallway floor. I was taken back with
such an event even though my wonderment in that
moment received an incredible boost. But this is
only one of multiple accounts that I recall to
share with the public. Yet it's too small of an
experience to help others make sense of such an
unpredictable phenomenon. A phenomenon that only
seems to grow stronger as the time moves forward.

W. placed his hands down on the desk after
tapping the print button. The recent post
instantly popped out from his electrified box. It
felt freeing for him to know that he would finally
divulge the experiences publicly to the world. His
pulse sped up briefly as he marveled at his latest
inspiration. His eyes skimmed down the page

pulling out small highlights that he felt would
reach people. W. felt that his experience with the
bird would be the main focal point for the reader.
W. paused to reflect on whether anyone would be
able to receive a lesson from it or better yet
some rich insights leading the reader toward this
wonderful world of impossible connections. Doubt
creeped in carefully, making him believe this
whole venture was pointless, meaningless, and a
complete waste of time. This was the battle W.
faced too often when it came to his posts. This
time the doubts were stronger then ever and begun
to cripple his securities. He knew this had to be
done and nothing was going to convince him
otherwise. W. dashed through his door making his
way to the green vehicle parked in his driveway.
Without knowing this was the beginning for W. of
much much more.


Parallels

The synchronicity post blazed from the screen. W.
believed that he was feeling just like the
character did with the bird coincidences. How W.
only wished it was a bird. For him it was a flock
of which currently layer quietly within his own
nest of thoughts. Those slumbering flock of
thoughts had been waiting for too long a time to
make their presence known. Presently the time was
ripe! Even the character in W.'s story had been
waiting for some type of freedom while being held
in captivity inside W.'s mind. But not anymore.
For W. Released him from his ownership to wander
the lands of the electrified universe. W. held the
copy of the printed post while he stared at the
screen. There was a strangeness to it. As if the
story lived both here in his hand and there inside
the glowing post.

W. parted from his desk to study his latest
findings that hung on a thin cork board. Each day
W. hung any clipping, magazine, research,
writings, pictures, and even quotes that tackled

the most unknown sought after mystery the world
could ever know about. In simple
terms...synchronicity. W. found himself studying
the field as luck would have it by happenstance.
He didn't believe in coincidence, but he did
believe in anomalies of nature or as he called
them glitches in the universe. W. gazed over at
the connection board to look over his most recent
connections that he experienced. At first glimpse
the board looked like a mock up of chaos for the
non observant. But for others they might
experience the connections suddenly bounce into
life. W. lifted his hand to the board and gently
pressed on the tack to put his newest find snug on
the board. It had only been a few years since he
first discovered the wild universe of the movie
sync phenomena and yet it had a continuous gift of
bringing a clarity to W.'s life. As is most of
W.'s hobbies, the movie sync phenomena was still
not believed by the average person. For them movie
syncs were nothing more then natural anomalies
created by the mind's misperceptions of reality.

Which simply meant that we perceive something that
is not actually occurring. "Music always syncs up
to movies or tv shows after a few minutes while
muted" this was everyone's first and strongest
evidence to support their non-belief in them. W.
was similar with his beliefs about this strange
anomaly, but he knew much more now. Especially
after personally experiencing, researching, and
connecting the dots. W. knew there was much more
science and religion could learn, from the
information that was held within this vastly
fruitful area of exploration. He decided after the
3rd experience that he would start the research
first if science wasn't going to. So he did!


The board
https://www.pinterest.com/mirrorliving/w-legend-book-series-by-mirrorliving/

Next to the latest pinned discovery was a quantum
dimensional image done with advanced imaging of a
flower. If a person looked at it they would find

themselves looking inside of the flower by merely
looking at the original image. It was the
Fibonacci response. A term W. claimed to coin
after years of searching for a similar label, yet
finding nothing. This image fit nicely next to the
freshly pinned magazine clipping that had two
words highlighted because of its intense reach to
him as the chills rolled up his body and through
his mind. Two words that he felt could change
everything. Fractal Writing. It stared at him as
much as he stared at the words. Without knowing
its meaning he could feel the truth that was
lighting up behind the words. A neon sign for the
soul to be guided by. W. wondered if this could be
something his boss would accept so he could
finally get writing something with substance
again. For now that reasoning wasn't as important
as was finding what these two words had to do with
all the previous connections that lead him to here
and now.
"The Guides! The...Legends!!" the light that most
us have in our mindful attic rarely has even a

spurt of flicker in our lives, but for W. the
Light always seemed to come on with full
brightness while others in the distance would
follow suit by lighting up as well. This was one
of those many times.
"All of them had something personally connected
to my life! All of them! How did I miss this! It's
unbelievable! The whole time they stared me in the
face while I looked as far past them as I could.
Not anymore! You've been there for me now it's my
turn to return the favor!" the blood in his veins
pulsed like flames, the thoughts in his mind just
brought more brightness to his forgotten
experiences, his heart pumped stronger and more
love then he had ever experienced before. Belief
was starting to build its home carefully as the
pieces quietly slipped into position unbeknownst
to W.

His notebooks were chock full of strange, wild,
and wonderful occurrences that he personally
experienced along his journey toward truth. Truth

for W. was an icon of moral stature that no man
nor woman could replicate without its false
emptiness being displayed carelessly throughout
the universe. W. tossed pages aside as we allowed
his eyes to blaze through to find the Fibonacci
response hidden among the hundreds of pages he
tirelessly wrote through the years. Some notebooks
were made up stories, some synchronicities, some
dreams or new comic ideas for the company. Ideas
that were shot down immediately before speaking a
second sentence from his lips. But there it was in
the middle of columns of ink a Fibonacci response
sat flat and discarded. Once again W. began to
read his notes aloud "the wizard and dreams of
perceptual green flows free and clean where
imagination goes. The distance between the music
it seems is as far away as you perceive it to
glow. But this doesn't mean that movies and scenes
aren't carefully built to sync up to the flow.
Test your logic in mind and thus you will find
that stars are the infinite dazzling shows. Music
to rich for the empty and sick, but not for the

one who knows! " W. knew that the feeling he had
as he read those forgotten self written words were
evidence proving that what he continues to seek is
not in vain. It was the Fibonacci response he
believed existed throughout all of time and the
universe. The connecting force that each of us for
the most are part are completely unaware of. But
W. knew that this specific response held all the
mystery and answers to the movie sync phenomena
and was even more important because as far as W.'s
life knew to date there was no such phenomena yet.
Only two seeming anomalies that just happened to
connect individually separate from one another.
Both however changed the world as we know it in
two different ways as well. One anomalie was Floyd
and Oz which the second movie sync to ever be
publicized worldwide coincidentally by skeptics
who experienced the impossible. The first anomaly
however was given years of thought, hours and days
of artistic collaboration, along with thousands of
creative individuals working toward a common goal
which would change the way we experience motion

pictures and music forever. Enter Fantasia!

For W. there were many guides that he discovered
as he looked back through time using his notebooks
as refreshers. Quickly he jotted down all the
people that affected his life, along with the how,
the techniques they used, and the knowledge they
taught him. The first one to pop up was Christ. A
strange hero for many non-believers yet a non
forgettable presence that was left on this planet
for us to figure out. Which we haven't. Next were
of course Tesla and Carl Jung. For W. they were
two of the most forgotten unsung heroes of our
times history. Next the pleiadians, and an author
who has been lost for too long by the collective
world. All had a hand with how W. would live his
life as he journeyed further toward truth.

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