Until recent, our others stood at attention with a single light bulb over their head casting long shadows down their faces in the dark as they stood in rows and columns at attention waiting for their turn to present in a robotic kind of way.

Since recently realizing that they are also others, we've relaxed and built a mansion with many rooms that's decorated to ones personality. It has many floors that extends into the clouds and grows grayer as it goes. Kinda scared to go beyond the fourth floor.

We need more work, but so does real life.

What does your inner world looks like?

[finding_my_way]

i had a post about this when i first came on here..well, it was more about not having an inner world...not that i know of anyway.

for the most part, i haven't had an inner world. the only thing i ever know of is just darkness, an internal darkness with nothing. it bothers me...i don't know if that is just what i can see and is the only thing that exists or not...

i do know one part, a young child, used to be in a dark room. that was the only one who had a place.

it just kind of upsets me because when i go inside, even to a small degree, it's dark. i don't like that. but i can't change it. it is what it is.

Originally Posted by finding_my_way

i had a post about this when i first came on here..well, it was more about not having an inner world...not that i know of anyway.

for the most part, i haven't had an inner world. the only thing i ever know of is just darkness, an internal darkness with nothing. it bothers me...i don't know if that is just what i can see and is the only thing that exists or not...

i do know one part, a young child, used to be in a dark room. that was the only one who had a place.

it just kind of upsets me because when i go inside, even to a small degree, it's dark. i don't like that. but i can't change it. it is what it is.

Awww, as I wrote, I used to be like that, but it's like we opened a locked door from a dark room into a well lit house that had a kitchen and a big central room with stair wells going up. People congregated in the kitchen and everywhere while colors abound. Nobody really paid attention to me because I was quite the dictator. This is way beyond imagination because it built it's self. Everyone was running around happy organizing their room. The dark room never came back.

Just letting go created a new envitroment.

Ours is a mansion as well. Each alter has his/her own room, decorated in their own favourite colours, and with the own keepsakes. There's a garage/work-room for Brian. He enjoys wood work. There's a garden for the little ones, and a stable with horses for one of our littles. We decided on a safe forest at the back of the house, so that they have somewhere to walk and clear their minds. The depressed ones have a room, too. I don't know what it's like. I'm reluctant to speak with them. The others did a good job with their rooms, though.