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I go where I please.  I can fly with the birds of the air or wriggle and slide with the worms of the earth.  Moving freely throughout the world is a gift that I alone possess, as far as I know, and I make use of it for the cause of goodness.  Spying on people, in case you were wondering, is exactly the kind of wrong that I oppose.  Besides, I cannot make myself invisible, I can only appear and disappear as I see fit.  Do not envy me for my power, for whoever lives as they should shall someday gain this power and enjoy far more freedom than this.

I am writing to share my thoughts on the world at large and to document what I see and do, because I try to see the good in all people and all things, and to feel the life coursing throughout creation making experience true and real—of the light, not merely of the earth.

I do not spy on people, however I observe them.  People do not like to be watched.  There is an inherent shame around everything people do, as if at any moment they might be caught in the act of some awful crime or mortifying faux pas.  Even the purest most altruistic person in the world fears he or she will be discovered doing what they aught never to do, lest it be discovered by society.  I say this knowing full well that I too am subject to the same intrinsic shame.

The animals I have observed do not share this aspect of the human condition.  Their fight or flight instincts occupy the place within their spirits where shame takes hold.  They do experience some shame, but usually it is accompanied by the powerful urge to run from or clash with some other species or some other of their own.  In this way the animals are superior to us.  They are simpler and therefore truer.

You may be wondering what compels me to live as I do, what drives me to push forward every day, what forced me to put pen to paper and speak to you thus.  My life, while liberated with respect to the dimensions of space, is still quite limited with respect to the dimensions of perspective.  I write in order to search for the expansion of my mind, for what good is freedom if one’s mind remains confined to the here and now, as if free only as part of a machine, performing its function day after day?

Do not presume of me a maniacal self-importance.  I move with insects in the dirt.  I sympathize with the need and power of lowly humility and self-denial.  But I am stuck.  Myself is the only place I cannot fly or teleport away from.  If anything this gift makes me lower, as I must remember that I am unworthy to go so freely about the land and sky.  Unworthy to breathe a single breath of fresh air, much less soar on and on through it.  And yet I soar.

My gratitude, I pray, is pure and acceptable to my Creator.  His death for my sins, His love poured out on the world, the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, the only true God, three persons undivided and eternally the same, forever very, very good.  They have my devotion and unending faith.  I do not ask and try not to wonder why or if they have given me this gift, I only try to use it for the love of God and of what He has made.

Lately I have been inspired by families.  Walking on sidewalks, to and from their cars, dining in restaurants, or hard at work in offices with pictures of loved ones on their desks.  They have moved me to tears with their quiet, compassionate glory.  Family truly is God’s masterpiece.  I have no family of my own.  I turned my back on them long ago and besides I am not worthy.  Visiting them would bring such heartache I do not dare open myself to those emotions, but rather opt to stay away out of respect and honor for the gift of life my parents gave me and the childhood memories I have with them and my siblings.  Hopefully we shall be reunited someday when there is no more wrong, nothing to offend the holy light of love-filled heavenly homes. 

I suppose you are wondering when I’m going to stop yapping about myself and use my superpower to blast off and rocket across the sunlit sky.  For you such power would be everything, but for me it’s merely the rushing wind of another lonely day.  Here, I levitate five feet off the ground.  Now I’ve set myself down again.  Here, now I’m floating ten feet in the air.  I can almost see over my neighbor’s rooftops.  I dare not go higher or I risk being seen.  It would have been nice if the power of flight and limitless mobility was accompanied by the power of invisibility.  I can however move faster than the eye can see and become invisible that way.  Also, when I move at speed I possess a degree of invulnerability, so if I collide with something I do not suffer injury.  Others would, however, so caution is quite necessary.

Was this enough of an introduction?  I am fairly new to this.  Let me know if there is anything you want to know or something I can do better.  I’ll keep you in mind.