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*******CHAPTER ONE IS COMPLETE AS FAR AS I AM WILLING TO GO. IT IS READY TO PASS OFF TO AN EDITOR...JENNIFER REYNOLDS FROM A FACE BOOK CONNECTION NETWORKING THROUGH JESSIE JAMES FREEMAN(Jenefer has given no edit...no one has given as much as a single comment and it has been sent to no less than 15 people...I NEED A PROFESSIONAL EDITOR: Looked online for one found one that wanted 80.00 for editing the first chapter(may not be a bad deal) will consider this for the future)******************
THE CHROME
Chapter 1: FIAT LUX CHROMA
"Let There be Chrome"
...in a land of darkness, as darkness itself;
in the shadow of the Soliton, a being of total
invisible order, where even the life force of the
Chrome is as utter darkness...
...we danced...
From the Annals of Soliton BTE
When the Chrome condition realizes its essence is trapped and hidden deep inside of all things it will then awaken itself by the fire of the Logos to spontaneously combust into a dancing machine created to reflect the very hologram it aspires to become.
From the Annals of Soliton...BTE.
The technocratic nightmare clad in sleek, black, chrome walked into the anteroom soulless on fire with a black magic heart. She flipped over the card table where I was playing Texas Hold 'Em. Her trench coat dripping in calcified, blackened scales perfect in there precision danced like the faces of some demented disco ball projecting fractals of the dark universe she hailed from. With a death stare and her cannons locked onto fresh execution targets she pulled tense triggers. The sound from the gun blasts matched the perfection of her thanic chrome. Black bullets danced through the skins exploding pumps, veins, and memories...Life fell from the targets like a stone.
The war started that night before my very eyes but instead of feelings of fear I only felt a casual relief. There was no surge or jolt of courage just a mild comfort in knowing I chose the side that I knew I would always choose. I summoned the chrome to start the war. She is my own mental detachment, a compression of a multiplicity of incarnations. She is my past and future. The Chrome, my intimate slayer, is a pristine, dynametrically symmetric, creation; a creative masterpiece functioning deeply in black rhythm.
The chambers nautilus of her programming is designed from the Platonic golden mean and executes a perfect kill every 1.618 days. Listening to my voice as I speak in a language only she can hear which activates the star gate of her tripple-helixed DNA.
Murder echoed stealth across the room like a fresh Portishead trance vibrating the solar plexus of every sentient being with in a ten mile radius. The souls of the departed scream a muted, shattering, death pitch into the smoke drenched air. Dream disturbances and psychic day tremors capture the shades of the lysergics remaining in the room.
Holographic fear walked up to my left side. The Chrome positioned herself to the immediate right. She raised her gun to my head at an angle as to make certain that I could see my own cold cold sweat in the sleek metallic chrome revolver. The mercury tipped connectors on her surgically manufactured cybertronic head were locked pristine into a space full of viral rage as she spoke these indelible words in a soft piercing voice that was filled with sharp, blue, electricity, "Come let's play follow the leader down into the screams"
The Chrome lead me down a soft metallic tunnel that seemed to cleanse my mind to a virginal state of clarity. Multiple realities poked there way though a cadence of never ending steps downward as I followed my captor silent, isolated, and near collapse. The temperature dropped and continued to drop further with each passing step. She stopped and motioned me to come close to her as I watched her guns morph into sleek hypodermic needles. She plunged the needles directly into my upper chest as I sank to the ground. A thick delirium encapsulated my pulse as her chrome transfusion coursed through my thankful veins heating my core to delight.
Upon rising I began to see visions through the various realities that made themselves crisp and tame almost to the point that I could reach out and manipulate them. The Chrome tethered me to her lower back as a slave complete with unseen shackles she carried me further and further into dreams that I was unworthy and unprepared to dream. I saw the eaters of the dead. Strange and wonderful her transfusion that carried me across the cosmic river Styx. Is she malevolent? Is she benign in her desire and intent? In her rage would she consume me like the black widow? Will she cause me in heat to swallow the sun?
Calluses and scales fall from my eyes and the clarity brings itself full into brightness and peace of mind. I am now a thousand star systems away swimming in dark matter. Roses grow out of these thirsty dry bones. This is one of the many rooms of the night unspoiled by human hands or am I secured by the iron and wine of calculated, evil men? Slow is the burning metallic tide. Far and away is the colony. It's calling me. I am over the ocean. It's calling me. It's night. In a window scanner darkly I witness the ships of war taking to water as strong and faithful iron-wooden steeds. The harsh , salt-corrosive waters bathe them and their the crew of countless kind and evil deeds. 37 days and 37 nights the captain and crew will wrestle. The Chrome colony is their destination. Hope in the sky is gripped tightly in hopes that safe will arrive their soul burdened vessel. Time folds further still intricate and at moments blurred as I see the men debark these dark water horses they are all unshaven and severely weather beaten. Months pass as slowly as decades over the skins of the ocean. To the Chrome colony they go or by a fierce unforgiving sea they shall be eaten. Their language and gesture seem almost an orchestral dialogue of planned movement as if they are trapped in a divine program dancing prescribed robotic steps. To the Chrome colony they will go before all by the sea are eaten.
The Chrome death folds rare a vision from the ground under her feet in the metal tunnel. The vision screams like a feverish black dancing orchid with a piercing black face. Glass beads rip across my eyes rendering me temporarily blind as the Chrome's skin melts into a shimmering silver ghost chasm charmed by a mercurial moon. I chant down Babylon as she becomes before me the sky dancer. The Earth tasting fate racer as my eyes are bleeding their healing in the halls of the mirrored mountain. Her breath is rising and falling at arms length next to me as I contemplate a problematic escape but quickly discard it. In my mind I am plotting to over throw reason by the means of her raw beauty. Each new thought seems more disoriented than the last and its stream I can not follow or trace back to its origin. A psychotic break surely is eminnent. I do not know how much longer my mind cant receive this amount of revelation and I am unsure as what its purpose is or what I am to do with it.
Sight returned to me as the Malachrome walked through the translucent room stoic, heavy, and with a faint scent of lilac hovering about him. He walked as a demi-urge planting all of creation behind him. In his hand he held a piercing, blue, flaming chalace. With a second cold hand he scraped the ground to guage what life this path would bring. As he raised his hand from the ground many diamonds, quartz, and other transparent gems fell from his palm as seeds scattering themselves for future growth. With a face of fire he kissed a silent watcher who remained to me at present unseen. All of the walls seemed to be made of the substance of familiar dreams. The fuel that seemed to drive everything forward (seemed) to be the composite of all dreamt dreams. He waited for a lumbering moment with his face of fire sated inside this place 1000 star systems away. From this blue cup he poured forth his thoughts in a stream of visual consciousness that floated through the mercurial singularity, this Soliton, this tunnel with its great power in the form of a reverberating boom saturated all of my senses and became an enseperable part of my inner being. His thoughts began to speak audible accounts about his race and people of which he seemed to be prime genator, some sort of a constant protector, and fierce galactic future layer. His words are forever engraved onto the tablets of my (memory/heart) recorded perfectly like an eternal Magna Carta archor for the universe that is now carefully embedded as a fertile fecund seed into my psyche.
Alas spake Malachrome:
Chrome blood has coursed unencumbered by external force for eons through the dark matter of the countless spheres of the Holoverse. Now we are threatened by invisible hands that have closed tightly around our now darkening mercurial veins attempting to sufficate and erradicate us from our place as the great recording race of the Akashic. Our encryption keys and duties to Akasha are now threatened. Our location is on the verge of being discovered. The former cloaking of our place here in the Akashic is beginning to be currupted through atrophy and penetration from a multi front war machine just outside of the outer walls of our physical realms. It is unknown as to how much longer we will remain hidden from the countless. We do know that the most important candle of Akasha's outer expanse has been breached and is now no longer burning. The first casualities sadly have been claimed. The first Chrome has been spilled and permanent midnight threatens to erase our dear creations isolation and his horsemen are fierce in diligent pursuit. They will not stop until silent death like a virus penetrates every Chrome. The time is upon The Chrome as the protector race to decide whether to continue to protect the Akashic Record or to self preserve while abandoning our chosen post here as guardians. The breach is near a point past containment and the war is sure to be ceaseless and draining. Many of the outer Chrome have in mutiny run into dark energy dancing now with dark , broken, shattered, treasonous, synergy spilling our secret verses to those who hate us. There are spies among us even now but very few. I have commenced contemplation of certain technologically imposed silences of the records in addition to a genocidal complete destruction of the vital yet untouched aspects of the holographic construction of the records; meaning an option has been put forth to destroy all the records to the point that they could never be reconstructed or to silence them until we could return from possible exile. It is only beyond the outer of the outer realms that (we)have been partially compromised. This chain of events is the reason that each of you are here. You are part of the Countless a hybrid Chrome race whose alligence is known to be untested. By design you are free radicals and lay outside the realm of pure order. I have summoned a representative from the leagues of all known allies to be accounted for today. You are the chosen of the Countless villages. I ask for your alligiance now. Time although finite is not completely against us. It will yet be a (few sparse millennia) before the outer core could be materially fractured and its current encryption density is at present intact and vehement. The outer gates are holding up well at the moment. There are deeper fundamental problems within the integrity of the Holoverse.
(Jedia without loosing any inkling of his former authority morphed (in spirit) into a loving yet indicteful grandfatherly wisdom filled sadened by the ages voice)...The Holoverse has become itself a king- graceless, clumsy bird with the feathers of its wings burned off knowing neither its origin nor its inceptive power. Should Chrome hands now clasp tight over now such a blackened unfertile landcsape? (Should we as The Chrome, the appointed keepers of The Akashic Record in whose annals are recorded all sky, all space, and all ether of the exhaustive compendium of all knowledge of the entireity of all Chrome and non-Chrome experience from galactic conception to the ororaboric future seeds yet to spring forth from our present multiplicity of existence?) There has come (this very hour) in the life of The Chrome as a collective where we either cage the Akashic in technocratic silence, cage ourselves more firmly against all creation on the outside of our walls, or be caged and embedded into the cosmos at the expense of destroying the very records we swore as a blood line to guard and keep safe allowing the countless to discover (us) instead of the Akashic Record. The zero-hour is upon the Chrome guardian experiment. The time has arrived and the genesis of marshal attack has arrived at the outer banks. We are without doubt at the crossroad of a divisively critical event. With our allies we can embark upon an extraordinary counter serge of extraordinarily unprecedented proportion and only fate will show forth the outcome. Success is uncertain. The chances of success are reasonably high but not insured.
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ADAPTED FROM "WAR STRATEGY IN "SONGS FOR A DEAD DREAMER 10/30/2001 1:41 AM CLAUSHTANE BERTRON {AUTHORS NOTE}
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The four faces of (prime (creation) will meet as we are meeting to discuss as we discuss the course of direction for the war strategy. (possibly insert CREATION from THE IND here with the QUADRA of the FOUR MASKS) Is the blood of The Chrome to be taken away from there porous transclucent god-stolen bodies? Will our heads be made to bow down to aberrations of unseen flame and stone? Will this breach in the outer realms begin the swaying of a back and forth guilty-black pendulum slicing open the metallic safety of the night? Will it execute each minute with a new measure and new reason? Will the beautiful new war replete with its red blood covered children as soldiers take final form replacing us while the four faces stand in comfortable sleep inside of amnesiatic platinum pondering a Chrome so educated that it will never be free from its Akashic duty of protection? Will the Akashic be handed over to the blood laden? Is the Chrome caught deeply inside of some misunderstood exacting machine whose careful calculation has seen this current breech allowing its creep to test a new red blood loyalty to its divine architect? To imperfect children storming the silent kingdom? Two solid trumpets will sound along with two dancing screams. Countless hybrid creations will be trapped between two fecund seems. Then all of creation in an instant if we fail will become the muse of Soliton's dream.
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(I think I want Soliton) to be the name of the four sacred masks and also a place)
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There are many parts of this future canvas where nothing can be seen so it is still fluid and remains at present subjective nondeterministic. We have viable sway over any possible outcome so inherently passivity of all sorts must be slain at every turn. If fear and darkness are at the center of our shadow then let there be light; FIAT LUX. If fear and darkness are at the center of our collective shadow this operation and our Chrome origins will grow cold-cold black. so FIAT LUX CHROMA; Let there be Chrome. If we fail The Chrome will cease to be salient as a pure guardian race and instead will merely stain the landscape of an immensely fertile dream becoming the byword of history. Immeasurable races and beings will pillage and plunder the Akashic Records seeking a truth we will be forced to destroy inside of dense tarpaulin light. A myriad of fragmented gunshots will then ring out into a cold chromeless night. The songs of Chrome children will be suppressed, manipulated, and forgotten. If we fail we will be divided along with our intents and desires. Our enemies are attempting to conquer the arcane intelligence center, the heart and soul of the Logos itself: The Akashic Records. If the pulse of Akasha is discovered by an Anti-Chrome the body of intelligence archives will evermore be corrupted, fallen, and tangled with the genetic codes of its captors. It's perfection will be scattered with guilty palms by a band of filthy fugitives in a single unguarded moment. Pure Chrome fluid vitalis will pour over naked fleshy mortal fingers. Our liquid, light seed will no longer flow through this soft metallic vortex you see before you now at light speed. The seeds for the new universe machines will no longer be built with extraordinary precision. They will instead be corrupt by a litany of disasters one disaster after another sending the Holoverse into a fragmented isolation never again to be made whole. All future calculations and attempts at archival of the whole will consummately be lost. The Chrome together with its myths will only survive as an incomplete constitution by firing itself deep into the black radiation of the cosmos. Then together in exile we will begin again the work of recordation searching out newer gravitrons, seeking out newer particles and building blocks that hide discreetly in the folds of even more archaic prison cells awaiting The Chrome as their next saviors. From where will these next captives come? Where next will Chrome-blood burn? How far will we run? Will we hide? Will we once more come inside again as a collective chosen strain to churn and spin as guardians of (prime) purpose? Will we come again someday to burn inside of blue cosmic metatronic drumbeats? Chrome blazing its way into a new trance a new child's mountain dance searching for a newer rotation that is yielding its life force into new nations. We will be full of new Chrome that will be governed only by the powerful self-spoken word. Will the future be stable without the Akashic Record intact? Does a technology exist outside of our linage that can break its holographic spell?
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"TOGETHER MAY WE" ADAPTED HERE: IT IS FOUND IN "THE OMEGA RAIN PAGE 15 {AUTHORS NOTE}
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To all Chrome and Chrome allies gathered here at this moment may we together unite in common cause to protect the core of the Holoverse and its pulse, The Akashic Record. Together may we not be purveyors of evil deeds or harbor the intents of spies and ner do wells that wish us to be blotted from existence and in turn blotting also themselves into the same oblivion unaware of the consequences of their own actions. May we not partake of the sloth and ignorance of our fathers allowing any of the past poisons of nostalgia to creep into our waking destiny. Cast these rotten robes of nastagia aside and only utilize the Zles Mutan, the true knowledge, of antiquity to dispose of the enemy at our crystalinne outer casing which is currently under attack. Forever laugh into the face of excellence dedicate all of its fallacy asunder to the night for the night is its true owner , make and ultimate master. May we look into the lights of this outer maddness, this outer breach and forever be changed in our diligence by what this weakness offers to teach us . Let us record all their actions base and benevolent into the permanent folds of the Akashic papers. May we stride boldly before the face of our enemies and take every precaution not to fail. Allow not the winds of these enemies to chase us into visions that are not of our making. Allow them not to cause us to see false miricals we are not prepared to combat due to (isolation and atrophy). May we together look upon Chrome birth as innocent and enemy anhihilation as necessary. May we cease to look upon a Chrome or allied birth as innocent and instead handle each life carefully like a warm, loaded, and effective gun. (May we tread deep into the primordial Akashic mind to seek out the most effective weapons ever created for this last and perfect war.)
Each one of you will be given access to the Akashic Records accompanied by your Chrome gaurdians. Never stop in your persuit of the tools needed to come back to the war for come back to the war you must. Never stop in wonder lust to bask in your own sensationally induced satisfactions. Never become complacent in the pristine cities and calcified ruins you are sure to see. Caste off the utopic and distopic mirage and do not become entrapped in the realms that have no dualism for they are powerful magnets to the soul. If they capture (you you) will never return. Your one guiding force is discovery. Together we must discover any and all viable tools from within the records, extract them and bring them back here to be employed in battle. You will experience Chromatic time that is unlike the linear time of which you are accustomed. Your guide will assist you through the curve of this new education. She will allow you to fold time by way of a process called Anthiogenesis utilizing the star gates embedded in her tripple-helixed DNA. She will flesh forth the complete capacity of Anthiogenetics to assist you in your(quest) to protect Akasha. May you continually change and evolve emoting a newer and kinder maturing towards the inner collective seele so that the most defiant of all citizens will know you to be set apart as a sage and silent master. Tame the hungry graveyards that you will encounter. Cast off the grave yards that will attempt to swallow up our secrets, our seeds, and attempt to project onto you their incomplete wishes to fly. May we together erect newer and more perfect creations for a new multitude of suns and time to tear away. May we speak new revelation to these twin beasts of time and solar dance so they will befriend their needed shame and ultimate execution. May we together as one in the enterprise to rid the microcosm of its mal-adjusted sense of beauty. (If the need arises know that you can conceal yourselves in the unseen side of (idiocy/lunacy) to steal its power and strip its society of its decadence and luster.)
May we together walk languidly into the Chrome night carefully slaying the various aspects of darkness that at present spill over into this Collective Chrome elan vital. May we together be ashamed and howl like the damned at hierarchy and empire that beckns all with its false allure of wholeness. Take comfort in the bright and certain day that you will all return with needed technology and language for the Great War. May we together be divine and pleasant with the journey's initial and upsetting poisons allowing them not to become one with our life force. May we trap all fear into a carefully woven box of Chrome silk and send it home to be with its maker and with a united voice may we cause this maker of darkness to eat at the core of all fear slowly and forever. After this has occurred may we take a vow to never speak of this fear-eating again. For if fear is again ever spoken surely this would be the impetus for its next black, dead, and Chromeless revolution. Together may we glow brilliantly dauntless in as we traverse the corridors of the forgotten and the accused. Let us forever also remember that these forgotten and accused chose to create the very bars that hold them and tuck them safely away from the warmth of The Soliton and its Sacred Faces. May we together forge the newest time pieces made from pure mercury. May we forever in the sublime confines of our inner minds dine with the almighty power of The Four Sacred Faces while the sleeping masses of its creations create their own tired and dreadful tommorows to dance inside of. Together may we look upon the Chrome condition as the final and necessary cure for a lonely and diseased landscape. This final and necessary cure is our greatest and most beautiful gift from The Four Sacred Faces, the never ending Flux of The Soliton.
As Malachrome was speaking four distinct disembodied faces descended in to a space that he began to circle around and things and beings that I could not see before began to come into my field of vision as dancing photons showering my weakening eyes. The Chrome in her grace sensed my weakness and came to me and once again inserted her syringe-life arms into the cavities of my coal and ice/polestar/interior. Language became visual in addition to being heard it was seen as perfect geometric shapes in flux as meaning changed the shapes also changed in unison. The Four Sacred Faces of Soliton began to use MalaChrome as a living canon to speak to the gathering. The Four Sacred Faces where interlocked in a dreadful stare. Their piercing observation changing all before them. Their entangled weave of gazes became entwined to make all that once was not now there. I was in the presence of the creators of the Akashic. The Four faces were interlocked in pained haunt their driving forces were visually self-evident: To build, To burn, To act, To plan. The fire in their eyes became a constant raging storm with no end or pause. The soft metallic vortex spiral of their dreamland shook under our feet as it was made unmistakable that they were speaking to everyone present into this fold of reality audibly in their own native language as well as the geometric, glyphed runic, visual first language of languages the pre-curse to all curses. The Four/Seven Sacred Faces of Soliton were making haste to plan all fate. Fighting for their understanding to be brought forth out of white indistinct oceans of the mercurial abyss. Giving every creation recording senses; eyes, ears, abstracted paltromes, senses known and unknown as gifts that perpetually reported back to them their sensations to be stored in the sacred data bank known as the Akashic Record. The Seven/Four forever reducing their words to ashes as they attempt to sate a thirst that will never be sated and instead of order they are ceaseless in creating chaos as a product their (darkened vampiric kiss).
Through MalaChrome The Four spoke: Chrome chromosomes are intertwined with all life from amoeboid to the highest of the stellar bodies. All of you present are the Chrome on various levels of maturation you are ever rising. Do not despise the present position you hold as the Soliton approaches all beginnings will be forgotten and only recorded in this place in the records which at some point after the arrival of the Soliton will be a sort of seed a catalyst that will be used as a bridge back to all things known. The one critical piece of the Hologram that creates the eventual whole. It was the initial Soliton that breathed into these four/seven abstract sculpted faces causing them to live and compete that eventually caused the seeds of The Chrome, time, and all other form to come into existence these seeds as spires erupted in the void. The singularity was a towering twisted vortex ripping the first darkness to unrecognizable shreds. Initiated at a single point, the convergence of opposing wills brought dynamic action and content to what was once blissfully shallow and silent. The seven/four wills before isolated, are now intrigued by the constant creation creating before them. One would breathe and there its breath would stand still until another touched his elegant (vampiric kiss) upon it. The culmination of this touch a new essence floating adrift in the Holoverse searching for its place in the coded linguistic tradgedy. With each new touch the seven/four faces found a drama unraveling before them, a dance of timid new infancy. From the seven/four, the new creatures comingled. Each new group of children, sparked an increasing number of individual and unique offspring until at last sentient life itself was recognized. The Soliton created many other beings before The Seven/Four Sacred Faces but the account of this life lies outside the domain of the Akashic. The actions of the Soliton are alone unrecorded and unaccounted for.
Little is known of the Soliton and his origin long half dead poetry claims it was formed in the kiln-fires of a brave celestial slave artist but this is where the language is either broken or completely lost. There are ruins and a near endless stream of glyphs that appear embedded within the cosmos strapping his essecnse to myth but the archaic language is yet to be retrieved and cyphered. Primal power lies with The Seven/Four Sacred Faces that perpetually create newer and more diverse life. They walk next to the silent Soliton in someway creating as their creator himself also creates in some sort of mimicry shadow dance. Chrome is the chosen (life force/artifact/presursor) of all life. All life is Chrome kissed, Chrome scarred, Chrome killed, Chrome tooled, and Chrome skilled however not all life is aware of its own Chrome and the multiplicity of The Chrome's characteristics. All of life is completely drenched in Chrome blood covered in pure reflective light nuclear fusion Chrome passion. (Chrome life is not akin to a moon reflexion but a star-fire sunburst but not just a single sun burst but instead clothed in more brilliant regalia than the light of seven eternal suns.) He who discovers the Chrome in (herself) is no longer destined to live with half darkened vision no longer living half-starved on inadequate satellite moon rations or whatever they can find to pump into their veins as a substitute for Chrome. Chrome is the missing correlate. It is always present in all life but if one is unaware of it then the Chrome is rendered near useless. Awareness of the Chrome with its vital force causes ambition to rise in the (heart) allowing its carrier to follow a path of blissful vibrance actualizing all thoughts and actions that they wish to bring into the incarnation that they are at that moment embodying. Once this discovery is finally made the carrier is made aware and never forgets of its presence in their lives from that instant and on through eternity it can never be forgotten through out any incarnation. It is an awareness that fosters further awareness and in turn attracts other life that also breathes with still further heightened awareness. By following the intuition of the Chrome coursing through ones vein the former life is dreamt of in a nostalgic haze but it is never missed or longed for after that. Once awakened it can never be destroyed by anything not by The Seven/Four Sacred Faces or the Great Soliton. The Chrome like the soul as its carrier is indestructible. The Chrome can be thought of as the blood of the soul, liquid light melding with a non-local symbiotic soul point correlation to the whole of the Holoverse. It is a point of maturation; a rite of passage from an analoge of life to life itself. Each one of you here at this very moment are in the soft metallic birth canal of Chrome sentience awakening to what has been dormant inside of you since your natural birth. Through out the course of endless time you will have a limitless collection of births and deaths that can only be cataloged and archived by the Akashic Record. The all seeing White Mind who judges nothing but only records all things from the aether. Every emotion and dream you will ever have, every molecular process your inner space executes will in meticulous detail, and in indelible dative ink be written with in her perfumed light filled halls.
All Dreams and all rage are buried deep in the fires of her White Mind. The technology exists for total non biased recall of all known in the Holoverse. Every life and death recorded. No one has escaped the reach of her grip. You here today will be given partial access to this record as Chrome warriors, seekers, and trackers. You will elevate the necessary tools from the satellite vapors of The Akasha. You will cut the necessary secrets from the hands of the shapers, the shifters, and the non-chrome sentient drifters. You will traverse through the memories of eternal night. Chrome blood will drip fierce from your near invisible stealth skilled hands. Your initial agenda will in the beginning be a black canvas adorned in midnight colors covered in starless, shapeless darkness as you learn your craft. A new stage will be set and in each new record you access a new caste of chrome and non-chrome characters will be met. You must quickly acclimate yourself to the new surroundings as newer and fresher fatalities are sure to be counted and in the clear cut prepared fields they will be quickly mounting. We offer you little safety or protection outside of you Chrome Hermetic guardians. These fatalities, these Chrome casualties of an unavoidable war will also with feathered pen and in unforgetable Chrome plasma ink be recorded. These actions and reactions will be carefully stored in black hole Chrome solar vaults that will be closed, locked, and frozen. Older missions will be drudged through and perused for their usefulness in this current war. The enemy will attempt in subterfuge to change us with mighty and small strokes. They will attempt to thwart our efforfts from the inside out but be in no way manipulated for they do not in truth comprehend our power. They know nothing of the Soliton or The Seven/Four Sacred Faces and will endeavor to convince you, if it were possible, that we do not exist. Do not be fooled by the cunning theatrics of their plastic war seances. You will know the Great War is over when Chrome Blood trumpets begin sounding audibly and in our visual language you will also see them confirming their truth with your eyes in a way that can not be duplicated by a non initiate.
Then the new laws will reverberate through the new cities that surround the timeless White Mind. The federation walls that are even now under construction are resounding with the songs of future victory. These walls will soon begin their cadence of drum pounding, cascading, rounding. As the war closes everything in advanced animation will begin in unison with their Chrome blood breathing and in a new experimental sentience they will begin drowning, swimming, and wreathing as the new avante-guard theoretical physicist with pristine Soliton technology begins her mending, bending, building, shielding, erecting regenerating the fortified transparent walls that will capture any spills of electric blue Chrome blood cells. These cells each at their core will contain the antibodies to cure further raging wars smothering smoldering infernos before they dance into uncontrollable solar fire hurricanes. Fresh Chrome immortals will then be chosen to lead, woven into the stronger fabric of the Akashic, and from newer imaginations these incorruptable leaders will be stolen. These new citizens will be newly braided DNA with brighter anthiogenetic filaments of bouncing perfect life. They will individually be reconstituted with even more vibrant Chrome blood love to help sooth the war memories that are sure to be menacing and painful. New Chrome juries will be formed to try those with the blackened hearts of treason. These panels will be formed directly by The Seven/Four Sacred Faces in precision as to cast no unguilty into the forgotten chamber of the Soliton/Akashic Record. The descenters will be dealt with swiftly but their life force will be spared. Only their false sentiments will be fired in the heated kilns of (Farlankthamor). This will revive their Chrome bodies and reunite them with their brothers and sisters of the Chrome purging them and pumping into them new life. They will then draw into themselves pure ideas and fresh revelations dreams gurguling that trip the light fantastic. Their entire being will be evermore reshaped in Chrome blood pools majestic. These new Chrome children solar flares that were once dead stones these cursed stone-cherubs will be on the other side of life whole; complete. The defeated will never be waisted as in antiquity. They will only be sky tasted and tested. From the deepest inset of the night a full syringe of electric blue Chrome blood will be gathered through these soft amniotic, metallic walls of this tunnel that will then become a syringe like your guardian has pierced you with. This syringe, this transparent holding cell, this is where the last of the Chrome blood will be safely collected. It will be labeled and the former rage inside of all Chrome descenters will be placed on a shelf inside of dark energy and in Akasha written in coded myth and properly stored in fable.
*******CHAPTER ONE IS COMPLETE AS FAR AS I AM WILLING TO GO. IT IS READY TO PASS OFF TO AN EDITOR...JENNIFER REYNOLDS FROM A FACE BOOK CONNECTION NETWORKING THROUGH JESSIE JAMES FREEMAN******************
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CHAPTER 2
SIREN; THE CHROME; THE GUARDIAN EXPLAINS THE EDUCATION & TRAVEL MECHANISMS TO HELFORD JERSEY
I HAVE TRAVELLED EXTENSIVELY IN CONCORD
Henry David Thoreau...Walden
There was a break in what Malachrome(Ophucious) was saying. I could not tell if he stopped speaking or if I had somehow fallen into my own mind so far that I lost grasp of him altogether. My body and mind made it clear that I could go no further. Siren allowed me to fall beside her unconscious. She guided my head down toward the ground carefully as to minimize any possible injury. This is the last thing I remember outside of the movement all around which felt like a warm heavy river. I woke up here. Where ever here is. My head pounding like it was about to explode from herculean sensory overload. I woke up here but where am I? Where is here? I can't see anything. Am I in Val-hala? Is this the judgement? Helford in an extremely weakened state due to what had taken place over the last several days continues. I can't see. Siren are you here? The darkness is closing in. Try to be still Helford or you may cause me to botch this job and neither of us wants to start this process over. I will explain later but for now it is critical that you remain calm. You must trust me. There is the chance that you will not be able to see immediately but your sight will eventually return. I can not tell you exactly when but it should not take more than a few hours for your sight to fully be restored. It may rebound fully upon completion of the procedure. With fingers of surgical chrome Siren invaded my visual cortex injecting mercurial enlightenment into the rods and cones of the inner irises. She lathed the charged alloy thick directly onto my optic nerve/palate. With perfect precision Siren released my sight from the Gordian knot of fallacy that for epochs had enslaved my clouded vision. New eyes were now breathing in warm, liquid, metal. These eyes took on a new life independent of my former being as if they were completely sentient in their own right/rite. Slender, digestible photons surrounded Siren in surgical fidelity as she delicately sculpted these nuevo ojos with gracefully compliant hands made of soft musical balance. Siren dissected and explored each orb unfolding them one by one into a brave new pulsing lucent space that the formerly dead stones knew nothing about. (Slender, digestible photons surrounded Siren in surgical fidelity as she delicately sculpted a new Ouroboross into my willing irises. With gracefully compliant hands she made new life out of soft musical balance. Siren dissected and explored each orb unfolding them one by one into a brave new pulsing lucent space that the formerly dead stones knew nothing about...electric chrome freedom)
Tell me Helford; can you still hear the screams? What screams? Never mind for now there will be time soon enough to get refocussed. After the operation you are going to need to rest. Hold still just a short while longer while I finish up. As SIREN was finishing the operation I began to see what seemed to be spectres in the background and dark shifting patterns on the wall in grey scale but my vision was not anywhere near what I would call normal. Where I had been and what I had already witnessed meant that normal would be a luxury I would never hold onto again. Is there any activity in your visual field yet? I can vaugely see patterns on the wall and ghost like spectres floating by but I can't make out any color or hard shapes. That is part of the normal progression I have reconstructed the vital tissue connecting your optic nerve. I don't know how long the grey scale will remain. It could linger for a few days or it may dissipate and things will grow from grey to clear, from clear, to crisp, and from crisp to a level that you have never been capable of before. While I continue to work tell me what you do remember of Akasha and the Soliton?
I remember the bar. I remember your gun in my face, Malachrome/Ophucious, the Four Faces, Soliton. I remember everything except how we got here. Where are we? We are in your apartment. It's night. You don't remember how you got here because you were unconscious. You can not see because the lights of Akasha blinded you. The light burned out your eyes. The compression of that much information reaks havoc on organic based eyes. Some have made it through and have been able to keep their eyes in an altered format but there are many who will never have eyes of flesh again. You are among those that will progress forward with new eyes of pure Chrome. It is a gift and an advantage and no (handicap), however I can understand the fear that you must feel. I too once had eyes of flesh. The truth is that none can look directly into the Akashic and not forever be visually changed by what it has to tell you. You see Akasha is an inversion of you Helford. Akasha is the keystone of the Great Hologram/Holoverse. Akasha is the lowest common denominator of all life. Once the sweet doors of perception are opened upon completion of your healing you will never wish to return to your old sight. Many of The Countless you were just with are experiencing a similar circumstance right now with you. You are not alone. I am here with you. Many new doors have been opened for this part of our new family to be ushered into. We anticipated a certain percentage to undergo this operation and we were liberally prepared. Would you like to keep your dead/old eyes?(mythic character that was intentionally blinded for what reason: research)
I would like to see them but no I do not wish to keep them. I am not nostalgic. If things are going to continue at this speed then I would assume that I will be traveling as light as possible, besides I prefer to get down to business. Where do I fit in to all this. How can I help? Why did you come for me?
The night in the bar how did you move like that? I am a warrior chrome and I have been involved with the Great War for several hundred years. My name is SIREN. I was named after the god of language and calligraphy, the god who taught men how to write. What I have elected to do in the war is to be a seeker of seekers. Many of us seek material weapons such as guns, canons, razors to be used with various application. Others seek scientific ideas and technological artifacts and still others seek conceptual weapons like nuclear fusion and artificial intelligence stratagems. I seek primarily two things but I do not limit myself to these exclusively as I am above all else an opportunist. I seek new seekers to join the war. I am intrigued by the new talent that is found all over the Akashic hiding just waiting for me and others like me to find it and them. I seek people with great gifts of insight and thanic destruction. I seek seekers like you Helford. I also seek out linguistic technologies. I am responsible for finding and further developing and employment of the visual language you learned about and witnessed while you were in Akasha(it may be more powerful for the telling of what SIREN is responsible for creating/finding to be endorsed by a 3rd party type character). It has many other uses other than what you saw. Helford I have traveled extensively in Akasha. I have witnessed strange and terrible things. My life as well as my the different bodies that I have called home have been both threatened and worshipped. SIREN spoke softly, "I have walked many years near the precipice of death. I have willingly offered myself to waking life many times as a dissident, as a theorist, as a dreamer, as a Gaiatic saint, as a mad scientist, as a Zoroastrian fire dancer I once lived as an AI know as the Eschaton; and now I am breathing here with you as a linguist searching for you Helford. I have found you now begins the fun part. What role do you play? what energy do you have to offer the Chrome? Will you offer anything at all? Perhaps you believe this all to be some meglamaniacial mirage that requires incarceration under heavy doses of pychotropic medication. Only time will tell how you will employ your free moral agency. I found you in a darkened, seedy, bar playing poker. Where you winning? No one ever wins its all about lies and power. Who told you to look for me? Why have I been chosen?
No one issues directives with in the Chrome. I chose to look for you of my own volition. What you know of heirarchy and the male dominator cultural paradigm will be challenged. These structures have no place in the power structure of the chrome. There is no heirarchy. I have no master or overseer nor am I master or overseer. I am accountable to no one. I am neither alive nor dead. I answer to no one and no one answers to me. I command no troops and no army although i do at times participate in great battles. I am no spy for I have no alligiance. I see beyond good and evil and the duplicitous ancient part of my nature faded long long ago. I have no agenda but choose rather to employ myself as a seeker and a creator of languages and the devices of language. The most fantastic lanuage I have found is war. Happiness for me lies in war. I am not at peace unless I am at war. True peace finds itself in me as a warm gun Helford. I am a teacher, I am neutral, sovereign; immortal. I die when I choose to die. I live when I choose to live. It is the same with you. It is the same with all free moral agents. I can choose to sleep and not take part in the balance of life at all. I could choose to be a spectator of the great war or I could choose to find a different drama all together to cast myself into. We are all sovereign. You have all of these attributes as do I. The only difference that seperates us is our levels of awareness and of course my skill with a revolver. These qualities may seem foreign to you now but they are and forever will be embedded into your Anthiogenetic (codes) in the form of Integration sequences that can not be corrupted during the transition from one life to another.
Anthiogenetics is an application or extension of the visual language that you witnessed in Akasha. Anthiogenetics is the key to total integration and what I mean by integration is the melding together of a multiplicity of fragmented ideas into a whole. The composite melds again back into a foundation that we have forgotten or repressed intentionally or by simple atrophy. Take art or writing as an example. I write stories at times in tiny pieces and at other times in massive stroke but never from start to finish. I also believe myself not to be unique in this trait. We are all in a tiny fractal that reflects the Hologram we are trapped inside of. I believe this to be an inherent changeless function of the Chrome condition. There are few that have these abilities on some level but lack them in other areas. Disintegrated in some parts of their psyche while integrated in others. Time assists with integration but is not the sole cause. Anthiogens also aid as a catalyst to this integration but are again not the cause but closer to an antedote to the situation than the technology of time alone. Make no mistake that time is a simple technology, a damned stubborn one, but a technology none the less. Anthiogenes are a cleaner more precise technology with clearer, faster end outcomes but no different from the end cause should one choose to employ only time. Think of this in increments of lifetimes to shrink and gather your perspective. One in general has 70 or so years of natural life. Anthiogenesis allows for 70 years of time to be collapsed down to approximately 14 minutes thus allowing one to "experience"(i would rather use the word "lived") a different incarnation of themselves every 14 minutes as opposed to every 70 years. Nothing in the normal knowledge acquisition or education would be lost in this process, only shrunk down like a hard drive compression and sped up. The math would be such: 70 years equals 36,792,000 minutes divided by 14 you have the ability to compress 2,628,000 of your life experience into one biologically linear lifetime. Take as an example the act of reincarnation an apply it to Anthiogens the only tangible items we transport from one life to another are these Anthiogens that are imprisoned inside of our pineal glands, Descarte's seat of the soul which is embedded deep inside the perfect bisection of the geographic physical brain. It takes us near a lifetime to re-integrate them into the whole of our psyche. There is a faster way for this integration and the study of Antiogentics will lend the human condition to further, faster light, and eventually this light will be converted into Chrome. Anthiogeneisis: Is the dicipline that will run as a common thread to wed Science back to Religion after its long divorce. It will unite Hawking radition with string theory as well as Egyptology with Mystic Buddism. It is the Circulatory system that has been dying of lukemia that is about to be retored back to its place so that we will achieve and understand all parts of integration on all scales and levels.
Over the red carpet Siren walked. It was thick red blood. Her skin was thin paper torn and jagged. She carried a certain fierce appetite that imprinted its indelible mark upon the eyes of those that stretched their view in her direction.
From FB To immanentize the eschaton means to make the eschaton, which is the transcendent, uncreated, spiritual, or future, come into the immanent time we live in as an experience of material understanding. This can only be done within the limits of the possible experiences with in this world...Malachrome.
I am working on a branch of science embedded in the story called Anthiogenetics...It is a biochemical compound that two people can share and the net effect is that they will have expereinced all of the others life through this Anthiogenetic sharing...it has other applications but that is in large part what chapter 2 is about...the education of helford by Siren...
The TECHNOLOGY THAT IS USED TO RECORD ALL THOUGHTS ACTIONS MOTIVES OF ALL INCARNATIONS ARE A SERIES OF AMINO ACID LIKE STRUCTURES THAT ARE CALLED:
ARAKISH RECORDONDIA (ALL R'S ARE ROLLED AND IT SOUNDS A BIT LIKE HEBREW)
I see the aforementioned verbiage under a PMA filter at present meaning that any positive mental attitude or trajectory into a situation inherently changes said situation...ie I get what I expect to get because vision or pre-vision dictates and creates the world on a moment by moment basis...perpetual existence at a slower speed say 33 RPM's as apposed to 45's in an analog world "words" themselves create reality, words are spawned from thoughts, thoughts are formed from most oft times prior bias or experience. I employ verbal self-program on a daily basis if negative thoughts arise I realize them to be an older version of the self that has resigned but still attempts to wield his nature onto what is his future self. I then as routine dictates reprogram these intrusions with the analog version of creation: spoken words...religion is a template or the software and as we are all aware of the nature of software is to spin itself into obsolescence hence religion as well as all other theory and any other form of attachment to any establishment must be shed especially the ones we as humans love most...to exercise this point attempt to go without food for 7 days here you will see detachment in a form much more raw than the mind will normally allow...words as a technology with in themselves are the only means by which to project your body away from itself into a higher self; after that point the launch deeper or higher is to unchain yourself from words and spark the digital technology of projection...to my knowledge the employment of some deep forms of meditation will cause one to arrive at these levels however enthiogenetic plants with pschoactive components such as DMT, pscilocibon and the like are more capable of shedding concrete mandates of the mind...
I have recently discovered that DMT di-mythl triptamine, a substance responsible for the jump starting of sentience at birth,is dropped from the hypothallamus in the brain after the 49th day of conception. I have launched a new scientific study I am calling Anthigenetics to study the possibility of this "personal" DMT and believe it to have a fingerprint type uniquness that when understood can be shared at will with others to become more intimately known to them as well as countless other applications. It is in its infancy at present but the thought process leads me to postulate that this DMT drop in day 49 could be causally linked to the reincarnation postulate of the Bhuddist Bardol Thodol, or Book of the dead, which states that upon death the soul, seele, corpus, travels 49 days until finding its next incarnation unless it achieves Nirvana.
The interesting part is...What is an Anthiogen. Her husband, "Vick" produced this Anthiogian in his body that was called "Henasse" and it was cleared and legal for him to produce it by the government.
This henasse was produced at will from his body and captured in the form of a iquid. It was/is the most power ful psychoactive substance ever discovered and this is how they were paying the workers to work on the ranch.
This Hennasse production was somehow controlled by our government but the fact was that everyone had the biological ability to produce their own chemical that could be extracted and shared. It was like your own personal signature Anthiogen that you could share with the masses. An extension of your fingerprints and unique biological personality.
So vickie refused this Anthiogen payment on the Hungarian ranch but we did have a wine gathering instead in Venice. I refused to go to this and waled down the Venician street thinkin about Tatihitian Noni and its healing abilities.
the most important feature is these Anthiogians we all produce and can cultivate and learn how to enhance them.
your signature imagination soul portal that others can access upon consent
like endorphins/pheremones and adrenaline rolled into one chemical with visuals and another persons imagination
generated from ones body...extracted
but the basic premise is that this society carries these Anthiogens and they are all have unique names for each person
the one in the dream was called (Han A SEE) Hanasey
the gen is inside the body of everyone
we all have a dirrerent strand uniquie like fingerprints or dna
extracted in liquid form
in this dream there was only one man who had the gen capability and used it set up control
he marketed his gen to a slave population that worked his ranch
but the ranch could type whatever...like a planet or an underground society...whatever employment you needed it for
these gens are actually soul/imagination portals to access others and establish grids of coroboration for the means of building structures in hyperdimensional space
extending technology at a much more rapid pace
The reasons I dont believe in magic or spells that pertain to the preemption of another's free will is the that I dont believe any being, even Soliton, or any other singularity, has the power to preempt free will in any form. This is the prime genator of why we as Chrome are here.
Helford Jersey, will learn how to use an education he is undergoing with the Chrome to bridge between realities of all kinds where he will witness and interacts with various characters. Think a bit like a buddist quantum leap sam beket type character but not quite as random. His mission is to acquire various tools, weapons, and information to assist the Chrome, a race of protectors, in securing the technology that houses all data(the Akashic Record). He must do this travel without being permanently attracted to any realm he visits(buddist motif of detachment). these are the dominant devices that will push the story forward. The goal is to create new mythology using a Galactic canvas.
yourselves in the unseen side of (idiocy/lunacy) to steal its power and strip its society of its decadence and luster.)
I would rather dance on fire through a murder of crows than to take one step further into the demented tapestry of this falsely called American Dream...Tea and Cake or Death...Cake please
The Soliton's greatest attribute is his sovereingty He created the Chrome, his children to become sovereign eventually they will evolve into sovereingty.
I for a time am your guide and your teacher. I will interact with you and respect whatever direction you choose take. There will come a natural time in the future when our paths will diverge and neither of us will know until it arrives. I want to explain to you that the future situations that we encounter are and will beas fresh to me as they will be to you meaning that I am no seer or furtune teller by any stretch. You can die and there is a possibility that you/we could never find one another again. So guard yourself fully at all times. I am a competent warrior but I am neither invincible, nor omnipresent. I travelled in a mechanized manner in order to minimize risk but I can not eliminate it entirely.
The words fell from her corona/mouth as metallic golden bouncing basketballs covered with runic characters; glyphs and even across the darkened room their meaning glowed. Their instructions were clear and vibrant on fire with pregnant instructions intended for a new generation of hope. A linguistic door had been opened never to be shut again by anyone. This is what she said that night. Gather the chains it is approaching time for you Malachrome/Buji to come home back to the Soliton/the Flux. He is calling you by name...a new name. I can not force you to return as you are and will ever remain a free moral agent. I adjore you to come on Back to the war its time to get in it.(L. Cohen adaptation here). What weapons do you seek in this prison. In this make shift tomb/cave. This place can never hold you you who know no shame. What is here that you think you will find? Has fallacy taken your mind or is their revelation here so great that I do not have the capacity/ability to contiain it/ to understand it? (plug in something here from older poetry that causes people to "rise up" perhaps the Stone King Storm King piece).
Roll your soldiers up its time to hunt. Soldier up my children do not be afraid to be of the Chrome. Malachrome/buji do not question my actions or what I have done. I am as sovreighn in this place here even as you are also. Unlike you however I can see victory. Mala/Buji glanced in and out of lucidity due to the sever beatings that he has endured. There is greatness and volume in what I am about to do...with this encrypted/coded language for it is here that I am becoming equipped with all of the necessary provisions and measures of solitude and hatred to bring it back to the war.
Helford I am here to save many people, but in the end I am looking for only one. (NOT TO SPECIFICALLY MENTIONED: SIREN/THE CHROME IS SEARCHING AND IS SOUL TIED TO MALACHROME).
Who are you and why have you come to this place of torment? These bars of soliude they wrap me with tightened tentacled and you in your arrogance come to save me. Take your arrogance and your lover Silence teaches me more than you will ever know. These bars they surround everything in a viscus/visious enchanting drowning. I find this place of wrath and tears a wax made friend/fiend that is cloaked in a straight black notion of firm existence. This is a heavy knowing of Graven gravity that grounds all of my senses. Is this a true existence than one who is firm in the clouds? It is more real to me for a mountain of fear to lay heavy upon the heart and corpus of the demented and the frail as I am. I am the red and the naked. I am a looming corporate unspoken suicide. I am an indescript, dark, euphoric high that must be endured as an abstract malevolence that threaten decent citizenry. I am balance to the gods that wield the infinite. I am a single breath breathe by the clock makers of the Universe. When gods die I collapse it is I alone who mourn them for it is I alone that achieve their opposite force. I am Graven an insidious life tasting dark peril realizing that it is found in all directionless men and it is these men of no direction that enslave this body. This harmonic mad genius with his dancing hands dancing them across a mad, black trumpet as he marches through the iron gates only to find his song cascading against the walls of strange funerer-funeral like comfort a fragmented memory of the living. He hangs is mad, black trumpet to his knees. The dark painted brass titanium like a razor cuts his sleep conciousness creeps into his walk. He realizes his surroundings and his gate sharpens. The pose he assumes escapes through his next movement. He takes his music with him and leaves the gaze of Siren and Helford walking to the ever darker back part of his cell. No chains can bind me. No stale air will ever reach my vest for I walk constant stealth through the corridors of my mind. He leaves sight and crouches now into total darkness. His energy leaves him and he falls mute once more yet his puzzling virtue remains. This virtue seems to sit and dine with him as an invited guest. Even in rigid, tight, angry solitude Graven/Malachrome carries inside of himself the keys to the Holoverse in a grace unmatched as an unadorned simplistic youth he still contains an unmistakable beauty(this is a vision/dream of Siren). All that was and is. a permit to breathe for one fleeting moment, Graven trapped in society's sleep cage in the form of an odd celestial birthing. Jedai, I must say good bye, fare the well, a . Chrome soldier lost. Siren takes a final look at Graven's immortal skin before the morning pries open her eyes from dream ripping her only contact with him since she met Helford. Siren takes a final look at Graven's immortal skin before the morning pries open her eyes from dream; ripping her back into the lands of the awakened. Siren takes a final look at Graven's immortal skin before the morning pries open her eyes from dream; ripping her back into the lands of the awakened. She is made alive by the day with one final fleeting thought...while there is one soul in prison I am not free...HJ
She scoped the room like a Dionysian prom queen smeared toward omega.
With glowing eyes and a liquid voice the siren came to me singing an ancient dirge that enveloped the flatlands in a sweet insoluble/incurable curse.
I headed to Baker's Beach...It was January when I visited the Redwood Empire last. The rain fell like sheets of certain judgement across a face damned by the final king who would be king. The sky water kissed the water of the seaboard as I walked along the shore under silent, heavy fog...Helford Jersey...The Chrome.
when the thunder breaks..it breaks for you and me...
The dark, painted, brass, titanium clusters of narcotic flame embedded themselves like stubborn razor cuts into his sleepscape saturating his vision with an unknown fury he bent his frame back toward his task...the creation of unheard war songs...HJ
The dark, painted, brass, titanium clusters of narcotic flame embedded themselves like stubborn razor cuts into his sleep consciousness saturating his adventure sealing
Helford bit down on the metallic yen as the barkeep handed him the rest of his change. Have you seen enough of this abortion?...yeah let's melt...
http://www.lucidipedia.com/logbook/index.php?section=view&dreamnumber=1&date=2008-10-29&userid=6482
The TECHNOLOGY THAT IS USED TO RECORD ALL THOUGHTS ACTIONS MOTIVES OF ALL INCARNATIONS ARE A SERIES OF AMINO ACID LIKE STRUCTURES THAT ARE CALLED:
ARAKISH RECORDONDIA (ALL R'S ARE ROLLED AND IT SOUNDS A BIT LIKE HEBREW)
I see the aforementioned verbiage under a PMA filter at present meaning that any positive mental attitude or trajectory into a situation inherently changes said situation...ie I get what I expect to get because vision or pre-vision dictates and creates the world on a moment by moment basis...perpetual existence at a slower speed say 33 RPM's as apposed to 45's in an analog world "words" themselves create reality, words are spawned from thoughts, thoughts are formed from most oft times prior bias or experience. I employ verbal self-program on a daily basis if negative thoughts arise I realize them to be an older version of the self that has resigned but still attempts to wield his nature onto what is his future self. I then as routine dictates reprogram these intrusions with the analog version of creation: spoken words...religion is a template or the software and as we are all aware of the nature of software is to spin itself into obsolescence hence religion as well as all other theory and any other form of attachment to any establishment must be shed especially the ones we as humans love most...to exercise this point attempt to go without food for 7 days here you will see detachment in a form much more raw than the mind will normally allow...words as a technology with in themselves are the only means by which to project your body away from itself into a higher self; after that point the launch deeper or higher is to unchain yourself from words and spark the digital technology of projection...to my knowledge the employment of some deep forms of meditation will cause one to arrive at these levels however enthiogenetic plants with pschoactive components such as DMT, pscilocibon and the like are more capable of shedding concrete mandates of the mind...
I have recently discovered that DMT di-mythl triptamine, a substance responsible for the jump starting of sentience at birth,is dropped from the hypothallamus in the brain after the 49th day of conception. I have launched a new scientific study I am calling Anthigenetics to study the possibility of this "personal" DMT and believe it to have a fingerprint type uniquness that when understood can be shared at will with others to become more intimately known to them as well as countless other applications. It is in its infancy at present but the thought process leads me to postulate that this DMT drop in day 49 could be causally linked to the reincarnation postulate of the Bhuddist Bardol Thodol, or Book of the dead, which states that upon death the soul, seele, corpus, travels 49 days until finding its next incarnation unless it achieves Nirvana.
This henasse was produced at will from his body and captured in the form of a iquid. It was/is the most power ful psychoactive substance ever discovered and this is how they were paying the workers to work on the ranch.
This Hennasse production was somehow controlled by our government but the fact was that everyone had the biological ability to produce their own chemical that could be extracted and shared. It was like your own personal signature Anthiogen that you could share with the masses. An extension of your fingerprints and unique biological personality.
So vickie refused this Anthiogen payment on the Hungarian ranch but we did have a wine gathering instead in Venice. I refused to go to this and waled down the Venician street thinkin about Tatihitian Noni and its healing abilities.
the one in the dream was called (Han A SEE) Hanasey
the gen is inside the body of everyone
we all have a dirrerent strand uniquie like fingerprints or dna
extracted in liquid form
in this dream there was only one man who had the gen capability and used it set up control
he marketed his gen to a slave population that worked his ranch
but the ranch could type whatever...like a planet or an underground society...whatever employment you needed it for
these gens are actually soul/imagination portals to access others and establish grids of coroboration for the means of building structures in hyperdimensional space
extending technology at a much more rapid pace
Think a bit like a buddist quantum leap sam beket type character but not quite as random.
yourselves in the unseen side of (idiocy/lunacy) to steal its power and strip its society of its decadence and luster.)
CHAPTER 3: THE PRECURSE
{this portion may belong in another chapter...}
The words fell from her corona/mouth as metallic golden bouncing basketballs covered with runic characters; glyphs and even across the darkened room their meaning glowed. Their instructions were clear and vibrant on fire with pregnant instructions intended for a new generation of hope. A linguistic door had been opened never to be shut again by anyone. This is what she said that night. Gather the chains it is approaching time for you Malachrome/Buji to come home back to the Soliton/the Flux. He is calling you by name...a new name. I can not force you to return as you are and will ever remain a free moral agent. I adjore you to come on Back to the war its time to get in it.(L. Cohen adaptation here). What weapons do you seek in this prison. In this make shift tomb/cave. This place can never hold you you who know no shame. What is here that you think you will find? Has fallacy taken your mind or is their revelation here so great that I do not have the capacity/ability to contiain it/ to understand it? (plug in something here from older poetry that causes people to "rise up" perhaps the Stone King Storm King piece).
Roll your soldiers up its time to hunt. Soldier up my children do not be afraid to be of the Chrome. Malachrome/buji do not question my actions or what I have done. I am as sovreighn in this place here even as you are also. Unlike you however I can see victory. Mala/Buji glanced in and out of lucidity due to the sever beatings that he has endured. There is greatness and volume in what I am about to do...with this encrypted/coded language for it is here that I am becoming equipped with all of the necessary provisions and measures of solitude and hatred to bring it back to the war.
Helford I am here to save many people, but in the end I am looking for only one. (NOT TO be SPECIFICALLY MENTIONED: SIREN/THE CHROME IS SEARCHING AND IS SOUL TIED TO MALACHROME).
Who are you and why have you come to this place of torment? These bars of soliude they wrap me with tightened tentacled and you in your arrogance come to save me. Take your arrogance and your lover Silence teaches me more than you will ever know. These bars they surround everything in a viscus/visious enchanting drowning. I find this place of wrath and tears a wax made friend/fiend that is cloaked in a straight black notion of firm existence. This is a heavy knowing of Graven gravity that grounds all of my senses. Is this a true existence than one who is firm in the clouds? It is more real to me for a mountain of fear to lay heavy upon the heart and corpus of the demented and the frail as I am. I am the red and the naked. I am a looming corporate unspoken suicide. I am an indescript, dark, euphoric high that must be endured as an abstract malevolence that threaten decent citizenry. I am balance to the gods that wield the infinite. I am a single breath breathe by the clock makers of the Universe. When gods die I collapse it is I alone who mourn them for it is I alone that achieve their opposite force. I am Graven an insidious life tasting dark peril realizing that it is found in all directionless men and it is these men of no direction that enslave this body. This harmonic mad genius with his dancing hands dancing them across a mad, black trumpet as he marches through the iron gates only to find his song cascading against the walls of strange funerer-funeral like comfort a fragmented memory of the living. He hangs is mad, black trumpet to his knees. The dark painted brass titanium like a razor cuts his sleep conciousness creeps into his walk. He realizes his surroundings and his gate sharpens. The pose he assumes escapes through his next movement. He takes his music with him and leaves the gaze of Siren and Helford walking to the ever darker back part of his cell. No chains can bind me. No stale air will ever reach my vest for I walk constant stealth through the corridors of my mind. He leaves sight and crouches now into total darkness. His energy leaves him and he falls mute once more yet his puzzling virtue remains. This virtue seems to sit and dine with him as an invited guest. Even in rigid, tight, angry solitude Graven/Malachrome carries inside of himself the keys to the Holoverse in a grace unmatched as an unadorned simplistic youth he still contains an unmistakable beauty(this is a vision/dream of Siren). All that was and is. a permit to breathe for one fleeting moment, Graven trapped in society's sleep cage in the form of an odd celestial birthing. Malachrome I must say good bye, fare the well, a . Chrome soldier lost. Siren takes a final look at Graven's immortal skin before the morning pries open her eyes from dream ripping her only contact with him since she met Helford. Siren takes a final look at Graven's immortal skin before the morning pries open her eyes from dream; ripping her back into the lands of the awakened. Siren takes a final look at Graven's immortal skin before the morning pries open her eyes from dream; ripping her back into the lands of the awakened. She is made alive by the day with one final fleeting thought...while there is one soul in prison I am not free...HJ
She scoped the room like a Dionysian prom queen smeared toward omega.
With glowing eyes and a liquid voice the siren came to me singing an ancient dirge that enveloped the flatlands in a sweet insoluble/incurable curse.
when the thunder breaks..it breaks for you and me...
Helford bit down on the metallic yen as the barkeep handed him the rest of his change. Have you seen enough of this abortion?...yeah let's melt...The Chrome by Helford Jersey
Over the red carpet Siren walked. It was thick red blood. Her skin was thin paper torn and jagged. She carried a certain fierce appetite that imprinted its indelible mark upon the eyes of those that stretched their view in her direction.
From FB To immanentize the eschaton means to make the eschaton, which is the transcendent, uncreated, spiritual, or future, come into the immanent time we live in as an experience of material understanding. This can only be done within the limits of the possible experiences with in this world...Malachrome.
I would rather dance on fire through a murder of crows than to take one step further into the demented tapestry of this falsely called American Dream...Tea and Cake or Death...Cake please
Through the eyes of a mysterious winged perspective a tour is embarked upon the silver mercurial waters over the ocean of eternity as set against a vast dark chrome sky. Gliding over its ominous undulating waves awestruck by the brilliant intermingling of shadow casting tidals and silvered reflections derived from some light unseen. So engaging as to warrant marvel, it is a monument of omnipresent mercurial perfection. With a sudden slant of perspective the view becomes sweeping, and then arcs into a circular path that is set about a peculiar point of interest. Standing stark against the silence, four shackled masks are pristinely arranged upon a small ceremonial island. Closer inspection reveals a monolith center to the four, diversity is stretched across the face of each mask, and an accompanying plaque is trapped beneath each with inscriptions of some length. Chained to the monolith and bound in a heavy metallic sleep they are denied all but an abbreviated animation. With no warning perspective changes and is dragged screaming, diving downward into a spiral toward a towering mass, with the seeming fear of some violent collision immanent. It ultimately perches upon the monolith.
From this perch the form then gazes upon the surrounding pieces, its eyes falling first upon the elaborate plaque beneath the mask ahead.
The Mask of Order: Keeper and Sentinel of the Spire. First of the two motivations it is responsible for all of the organized action to be set forth upon time. It holds all forms and actions deliberate for the goal of control and predictability. The voice of caution dwelling on fear of the unknown, but also as a positive force instilling purpose and guidance. From this need to guide it will obsessively seek out and quantify all variables, a savage desperate will set forth to seer. Encapsulating all that seems predictable for the guise of future sight. The idealistic catalogue of all action and events are locked inside of Order, filed away for all time. With fathomed charts and graphs of probability, it will long forever for the solace found in prophecy, but will not find it. Though a slave to linear time, it will gain affluence and influence through this esoteric education.
Taking a moment to ponder the plaque focus drifts slowly, rising in respect toward the closed eyes of Order. Upon contact the eyes flash violently open and the form is assailed with vagrant thoughts, wrought with fears, doubts, and hopes.
These inanimate children float here, lifeless and bound. Locked in a perpetual stare with closed eyes, these introspective prisoners are secured in eternal binding chains. Should they be freed and embraced? Or should they be admired as sculpture, a frozen monument to will. Change this known world forever? Cure this loneliness? What reason or passion would they serve? Folding this hollow-verse upon their whim and reaping havoc on this now solemn sea. All around this constant/perpetual table of empty continuance there will be shattered streaks of light boiling and burning the silver tides. Shaping, reflecting a newer dimension erratically weaving assertive wills upon this fluid board. Unconfined, their energy would spill forth followed by walking death and change with out bound. Newer sorrows born of deeper and more painful substance than that of loneliness. And yet without this, my life is naught but a muscular shadow pacing winged in the abyss.
These naked, shallow forms attempt to pierce opposing agendas into silent coercion. Sitting as silent tumors ready to devour and replicate, in exponential fashion, their intent. In Order this mind is kept sound, holding within controlled grasp a maelstrom of potential improbability. Swirling netlike in the spire it is infused intrinsically into all things. When breath takes this creation, its’ precepts and nuances will not coalesce to any external resolve save its own. Vulnerable in the divide this face of trapped potential will become livid, teeming with agenda and revolution. Upon humbled knees prostrate before the outset of chaos, Order is held captive under the essence of limitation and organization. Bathed full into the waters of inconceivable prophecy and over-contemplative fear, it will surge on the waves of absolute guided purpose. Ruins and entities will abound upon the once stagnant, wondrous nightmare of home. I will awake with the fear it was a fleeting dream, but instead will find the essence coursing as a river through these veins. With Order’s presence the path will be made manifest. With its finite sphere of control it will endeavor to arrest the spire in balanced suspension, bracing the new construct against the dynamic changes to come.
Risk all this or walk alone beside eternity? Her unchanging beauty, poetry and eloquence must be denied of its capacity to lure ambition to dormancy. The lingering memory flared in every sentiment of her will haunt as a perpetual epitaph to progressive efforts. Neither by malice, nor by vengeful heart do I so detach. She will simply evolve from within this boundless mercurial ocean to a point of light, beckoning all to endeavor onward, reminding the totality of existence what solitude once was. The origins of her form a pained memory forgotten only through violent release. Her metamorphosis will not come easily, but by the grace of will or the force of hand she will subvert to this omniscient intent.
The children of the cosmos beseech their master among these corridors of darkness for life. They dance in choreographed measure, a dark dance of storms. Awestruck gazing on in trepidation, the lucid-skinned bodies are sealed and assimilated in the spire before these very eyes. The door will be closed and the key undone, binding them forever in a structured prison of delineated time. The chiseled down, broken shards of what once was the eternal at an instant is set free with no instruction save independent desire. Now only the echoed silhouettes of karmic temperance, the timeline that was once a mere monolith, and their restraints upon each other, will bind their actions and potentials.
Slowly the perspective eyes open once more. While at first disoriented by the mental gaze of Order, soon again composed. Certain in the path set before advancing to the next plaque…
Entropy: Consolidator and Restrictor of the spire’s mass of form. For every item or idea made real a passive but enduring trial is in place to test its very nature. Either metaphorically or literally, all in the spire is subject to the forces of decay and resistance. It is responsible for evolution in the reverse, set forth to destroy that which is temporal or limited. Entropy is the vigor of simplification. Where opposing energies cultivate and complicate, Entropy compels all things toward the tranquillity of the mercurial sea. Envision creation as a mountain stretching far and vast. Entropy is the instigator of the avalanche that breaks loose all destabilized elements.
The plaque annotates Entropy, the second failsafe before the great risk. The first two of the four are meant to keep all of creation safe and manageable, imbedding on all things prescribed limitations and guidelines. The perspective’s form is one of vast power, and as such there is much to lose. This reminder noticeably comforts him. As his eyes contact the opposing closed stare, he is once again assailed with another facet of will. An indelible visage is cast upon the mask of Entropy as it also cast its visage upon him. The keeper of the expanse is called once again to a conflict held within.
A tribute to the sea of subtle bliss, Entropy is the sole conciliation. It will limit all expansion no matter the purpose or impulse, keeping the spire in check. Regardless of what may abound in this new-world, Entropy will cage it to segmented time. There will be no permanence. There is no stagnant rock eternal that endures all trial and tribulation. All is made to fall into this vortex storm-verse, so it is ensured by Entropy. I will not risk the complacency of creation. Force of decay will stoke the fires, rather than watching them sway content till the end of time. It is the lack of the possibility to change that irrepressibly inclines things to merely exist. There is no likelihood of new design or intent without something giving way to something else, making room for newer and more vibrant forms to exist and progenerate. I will dwell on this mask no longer, for it and the mask preceding are all too cautions in this endeavor of risk. Were I to shoulder an unbalanced attachment toward Order and Entropy regard for this current residence might be resuscitated.
Inspired he turns a piercing focused attention to the facets of the next plaque. He spoke, for the first time since the silvered waters’ creation. “Alas here is the danger, the risk, the first conceptual element in eons of ordered minimalism and elegance floating here before me. Here is my first great work to defy consolidation. Here is Forge.” With his words the mercury waves ripple concentric to his voice and the entire expanse seems to bend around its echo.
The Mask of Forge: The Sword of Creation and Temperance. The furnace of all matter and energy, Forge takes the most basic of forms and expands on them. Striving toward the perfection of stability and sparking the spire’s cultivation in the expanse of the abyss. It is the one force in existence that provokes the endurance of being and resists the hindering spurn of degradation. The vehemence of the Mask of Forge stokes the flames of existence to boil the molten thread that will be woven into the fabric of all things. It matters not the nature of a new idea or form. All corporeal or fleeting in nature are viciously torn into reality from nothingness then encouraged, cultured, and honed as equal components in its smelter.
The keeper of the expanse feels the molten tinge of Forge’s presence. The indelible mark of its conception is now housed within his veins. Once again the Keeper speaks.
“Forge you will be the vigor amassing substance, planting uncounted realities in vast succession and driving the nails of new form into the sheer blanket of oblivion. New dimensions will portal forth from your whims and all matter of the void will be subject to your call. You will endure an abbreviated freedom restrained by Entropy but you will not easily be overcome. Time will attempt to fashion you into a tool of its device, but you will arise from time trodden down but unbeaten. With this education you will fold back the curtain upon this once crystalline graceful landscape, subverting its elegance with abrasive jagged shapes. Fathom deeply your measures as you are provoked by the temptations of chaos and composure. Create, but create with temperance and reservation. Caution, but do not let fear deter action.”
To speak these words upon Forge is to cloak obvious fear. As a father I instruct it, but as a child I stand before this creation uncertain. It knows its own nature. No knowledge of Forge avails the mere conceptual ideas inherent in its making. These metaphorical hands molded this infant to fruition, but here it sits evolved beyond comprehension. The risk foretold by this prospective masterwork is near as elaborate as the need. It is time. On to many occasions I have looked upon these children with uncertain anxious eyes, only to walk away from them in apprehension, a victim to trepidation. Is it right a father should so fear his children? They are but parts of the whole, facets of the mind. Is it chaste I should revoke these denied aspects of self? Is it earnest that I should disembark once more, denying true temperament?
The waters of this mind now raging white with ambition will soon spill over and into the animation of individual agenda. I will be but a soft still voice that permeates the very ether they inhabit. Departure from the darkened expanse of this necropolis is eminent. The life of these Masks is on the precipice of a pending deluge, breaking forth with unremitting tidal energy against the dam of time. The pressure of pending breath will rupture from all sides and I will helm the floodgates. Such force of chaos action I dread the whole of mind may be lost to its’ components. Water will morph to light, fueling the funneled omnipotent storm, then all will be carried to darkness before the spires’ quickening. The excitement of the scenario engages the impetus of action, but I cannot frame its cultivation until one final piece is fixed into its foundation. The one true tangible terror left to confront and embrace.
With a slow and timid turn the Keeper sees the plaque of Fracture. There is an obvious fear in this act, as if a grimace is upon the nature of the soul. In a single solemn awkward step to face the plaque he subdues the creation in an ever so suspicious measure.
Fracture: The Evader of the Maze and the Prism of impulsive action. Fracture is instantaneous and unpredictable action. It is the small crack in the glass that cascades throughout the ventana, racing in fervor toward a variant beauty. With abstraction the tempest of the cosmos is made volatile. Unpredictability exists in any moment of Order’s weakness, or Fracture’s strength. Purpose is nowhere to be found. Choices it makes are made in the moment, unaffected by the need to create, destroy, or accomplish. It gives the flame its erratic nature, causes errant and unpredictable action, and brings forth individuality to all entities and objects. Fracture is the voice of wisdom in the Quadra, for it knows no future. It embraces the unpredictable aspect of every moment and feeds upon it. It is the heart of the unknown, denying fact but embracing truth.
A heavy curtain of distilled silent vigor falls upon the core of the Keeper, and it ripples once more through the dark oceanic expanse. It is most obvious that this point is the source of darkest discretion. Fracture is the one characteristic that will be deliberately avoided by all known beings. Unpredictability and chaos are personified in the mask, sitting silent in wait tangled into the divide.
Confronted with demented malice, engaged in doubtful ponderance. Is this the course of action most appropriate for the sating of loneliness? With Forge and the two others I can create something less elaborate and ambitious to entertain and accompany in this petrified chasm. Forge, an intriguing concept, movement could spark its life causing it to leave Fracture here as a prison inhibiting self-doubt. Deny it for eternity? It is within the scope of my power. It is a part of the substance that churns unceasingly refusing to halt its ambition as a thought racing across this metallic mind. I can not bare the thought of its dying.
There will be no storm without Fracture. There will be no cosmic dance of reigning destruction or inspired random creation to avail itself to the stones of life. Only shapes dictated by ordered purpose will be possible for guided, deliberate, and enlivened series of consequences and repercussions to transpire. The torment of the ocean will begin to writhe assaulting the pains of the Keeper. This voice once again will shatter silence.
In each there is an aspect of eternal legacy. No single creation can be denied its right, its place. Fracture must be born beside the others and from the mingling of shared voice a storm will arise to wreck the calm, an unending cosmic dance of thundered creation followed by destruction. No longer as diadem introspector, madness will be conjured as interplay to follow the spark. Robes torn asunder detached objectivity and will in short duration will pass from eternal to temporal, a part of something finite but intricate alive.
Standing defiant upon the monolith overlooking each of these masks knowing that they will depart into the abyss that has been a warm-complacent temporary home. Nothing will remain here in this broken dark shell. The ritual will consume all, save some residual ashes and puddles of pure raw form. The monolith will be shackled to purpose escorting its prey in chains of a vibrant-exciting nature, stripping away all things certain and prescribed. Slaves to a more elaborate and engaging machine. Time will nail its direction down to agenda with pristine tact and exquisite grace, but remember children that time is not your master and is ignorant of your beginnings. Allow not her play to overtake you, for it is a collective seed shared in each of you that creates the need for her existence. Take caution of her device she is illusion. In the end she sits bound viewing the woven creations of the Quadra, death wrapped in captive’s chains. Glide gently upon her siren wings but be not intoxicated with the poisons she offers that stain everything with chains of nostalgia. The changing natures of a putrid voice a catalyst that will attempt to replace purpose with doubt, trade stagnation of will for a deserved place in the storm.
The prototype prospect in a sudden jolt of wrath engages him, he roars introspectively before the waters of recession. “As one union, these quickened Masks will create something dynamic and dangerous, yet lasting. Not purveyors of sadistic need, nor intoxicated with the sloth and ignorance of consequence, we will crack open the stoic face of conformity. Laughing with a transient full heart inside the visage of an empty, unfulfilling perfection we will shatter the anchored chains of fear. Breaking all pretense of courage, casting its rotten robes asunder, rededicating them to the night. Truly we will part the waters in this swelling silver chasm, marking with authoritative right as its’ sincere owner, maker, and ultimate master. Defiant, escaping into the lights of mad silence while shrieking as banshees crying out in disdain. The echoes of our screams will affect change making us warriors and not victims of its’ story. Stride boldly before the fall and allow not the wind to chase its children unprepared into dreams they are unworthy and unready to dream. May we not look upon this birth as innocent, and instead handle it carefully as some unfathomable, volatile untamed mortal coil. Be humble in the knowledge that we once were divine and pleasant with the expanse and with its unsettling, silent poisons. Tread deep into the primordial traces of the pre-core mind. We will not cease nor lust over any temporal satisfaction, but appreciate it and digress not allowing the complacency of time to place on us its beasts of seduction. I give four the power to tame the graveyards that will attempt to swallow up the enigmas, the seeded whims, and all incomplete wishes to fly. Erect into the night newer and more perfect, temporal, euphoric creations for sun-time and Entropy to tear away. Together speak now my beasts, my masks, my children. Roar beside me. Befriend the shame of infancy and exemplify savage will. Execute the silence. Ravage into the night slaying the tedium that permeates its’ cold lifeless heart. Destroy this mockery of self-indulgent beauty. Conquest and fester over the expanse. Phase into the unseen side of lunacy and defile its decadence and luster. Ravage into the night slaying the defiance that permeates its’ cold lifeless heart. Now finally, and at long last I beckon. I taunt. I speak you to awaken. Breathe my dark sculptures and rage. Storm now before me!”
The Monolith
The Gathered Storm
With the pieces in play all the stage is set for a drama of epic quality. The guiding interest of the Masks and the formation of the Gods to come, mark the advent of a great story to be told. Characters of great variation and attraction exhibit potential derived both directly and indirectly from the influence of the masks.
All these abstracts and all these ideas are completely hollow and stagnant without each other. What is cultivation without purpose or ruin without a subject to writhe? What is cultivation without abstraction or purpose without action? Each one of these wills coalesce to form forceful and quickened form.
One nervous and shaking, the face of a paranoid obsessed labeled Control. The second sleek and composed, the guise of a starved villain inscribed below as Entropy. The next stout and strong in features, defiant and vain etched below as Forge. The fourth and final mask was marked as with the others and called Fracture.
A catalyst to all things known, it was four abstracts competing which sowed the seeds of time.
From these seeds a spire erupted in the expanse, a towering twisted vortex ripping the expanse asunder. All within a spark the convergence of opposing wills brought dynamic action and content to what was once blissful, shallow, and silent. Before isolated, now intrigued by the creation before them. The breath of each Mask twisted by another forming a great tower standing in stark contrast against a never ending black stage. The culmination of this maelstrom was a new essence floating adrift in the universe searching for its place. As the wills before them entangled a play unraveled, a dance of timid infancy.
It was conflict that created these new shapes. Chaos tore at the bonds of control. The light of creation flickered in defiant hope against all efforts to distinguish it. Each new child a hybrid of will and purpose treading in the tumult to survive. The ascending amount of progeny danced before their sires and for eons never ceased to entertain. Then at a sudden jolt the dance stopped. Whether it was the will of the expanse at work or the equation, long since created, balancing itself out the Masks did not know. For a moment all was still…
It was in that moment that something miraculous took place. The Masks were not at first aware, they were too concerned about the intermission before them. But there it was, hidden in the depths of the spire, a small planetoid with a system of independent motion. It was the single source of movement in the universe. Captivated, all dynamics save this one, ceased. With the halt of interaction the Quadra looked on breathless. It was only through the torrent of the spire that the expanse was kept at bay. Now after eons of guidance it threatened to unravel before them. And yet…it didn’t. This single stalwart system kept the dark eternity in shackles.
The other forces must work in tandem for there to be room, reason, and action for all life and being. Without the other forces the face of cultivate would be no more than an abstraction, a pointless idea floating aloft in the expanse of space. There are three inherent phases since the creation of linear time that have warranted significant interest.
The first of which is energy.
The second milestone was the advent of life.
The third point of interest within our focused time span is sentience.
Instinct however is something entirely different. If creation and destruction form human morality then instinct concerns our needs and desires without consideration of consequence. It is the thoughtless, formless randomness in the scheme of all things and the ceaseless desire to fulfill immediacies in life. It holds no conception of morality, path, or end result. It is a moment in which an urge is embraced rather than repressed.
Purpose is the structure for all existence. It is the reason why parts are arranged in a particular order or combination and the reason for why they exist in the first place. If cultivate and ruin are the dance of existence then purpose is the music playing. Far from the need to create or destroy, purpose sees all action as merely a means to accomplish its goal, whatever it may be at the time. Purpose is an elusive thing to grasp because most often it is only recognizable after its influence. A subtle guide asserting influence in order to perpetuate its vision, purpose is a passive but present motivator.
The mind is quite the bastion of potential for Purpose. In many ways it feeds off the others. It coerces Instinct into specific action, bends destruction to subtle action, and gives meaning to cultivation
For the few omniscient in nature the universe is envisioned as a towering spiral of linear time, the one form in the expanse encompassing all that is known as existence. It guides itself through time and space, grasping at some elusive and intangible goal. The tip of the drill is always one of three essences and its axis is purpose. The raging war of wills fight for pioneer influence on each new point in space-time.
Rip asunder the bliss of the void. The essences of impulse,
If all of existence were a wheel and time the hub, then purpose, creation, destruction and instinct are the spokes. With these four abstracts, all ideas in the universe are given form and each component created through their cooperation or confrontation.
Destruction and creation are the counter weights in the balance of all things. They sow harmony in existence by keeping all opposing forces in check. If ever the scales should tip to upset the tentative concoction of the cosmos, an event is conjured for the respective need albeit it destructive or constructive. It is in this way all things revitalized, reallocated, and replenished. In beings of sentience these opposing but equal forces are voices, compelling each ethical entity toward the fulfillment of perceived good or evil action. These qualities transcend the random chaos and whims of instinct to consider repercussion.
The nature of all things is defined among these 4 spirits, no matter how abstracted or thought out. Sometimes entwined in elegant motion while at others locked in pained submission, the harmony and dissonance of all things fall within their influence.
Ruin is to cause to fall to pieces or decay. A star collapsing or a violent vortex, it comes in all forms and shapes in sizes. It is active as fire on fuel or passive as sand abrading stone. Its role in the universe is purification, a cleansing of all that is weak, impure, or out of place. In any system it focuses on filtering all that is flawed, its nature is not content to be confined within a system. Its aggression toward change is prominent. Always seeking new forms to attack and test, Ruin is much more energetic in nature than Cultivate. It is one of the principle guiding forces in evolution and adaptation. Seeking purity in essence through the taxing of form.
Just as each other face finds its role into psyche, so to does Ruin. It too exploits the presence of the others in sentient minds. Taking need to create and manipulating it into thinking something must first be destroyed. Twisting instinct into something carnal and unrelenting. Bending purpose toward villainous exploit. In this way many new facets are born. Each new facet from ruin testing and distilling the waters on the ocean of thought. Not just content to purify, ruin also exists in its purest base influence, to destroy and raze for the shear bliss of entertainment. There is no mistake that no matter its benefit, ruin is a force of sadistic malcontent.
A Forest Scene
Walking lost, hiding in the shallow salt brine shadows by the edge of the stream just attempting to separate hideous thoughts one from another. Compartmentalizing them, then binding them. If these thoughts are not bound and have the chance to reproduce in cancer-virus fashion the final state will surely be darker than the beginning. With each new copy, each new revolution I will grow more and more confused until action is caused to manifest itself as the newest child of my malaze. I can not allow this deviant action to begin its cycle again. There must be some sort of breach to this pre-pcychotic break.
The Quadra of Masks
Four masks interlocked in dreadful stare
Observation changing all before
Entangled weave of gazes entwined
To make all, that once was not,
Now there
Four masks caged in pained haunt
To build, To burn, To act, To plan
A raging storm with no end or halt
The vortex spiral of dreamland
Four masks making haste to plan all fate
Fighting for a secure place in the abyss
Longing to fill a thirst they cannot sate
Creating chaos in darkened mist
A black blanket stretches beyond all intelligible thought. From the omniscient perspective a point of interest garners attention, four shackled masks in the barren ebony chasm. Closer inspection of this enigma reveals diversity in the face of the masks as well as an accompanying plaque annotating each name. Set forth in circular fashion the four face each other, though bound heavy in sleep as to deny collaboration. The sweeping perspective of the observer now changes, diving quick down toward a monolith centered in the middle of the masks. Perched upon it he scrutinizes each visage that is before him.
“The Mask of Order: Sentinel fron the temptations of chaos and vault to all knowledge. ” Order and Fracture are catalysts for the actions of Forge and Entropy. Responsible for the severity or necessity of either force, they are completely different in their individual motivation. The Mask of Order would have all forms and actions deliberate for the goal of control and predictability. There is safety in order. Always knowing that the spire’s survival will be maintained. Always dwelling on fear of the unknown, but also as a positive force instilling purpose and guidance. Knowledge is also in Order’s realm of influence. The idealistic catalogue of all action and event filed away for all time. Imagined charts and graphs of probability longing forever for the eyes of a seer. Order is slave to linear time and as such is never comfortable in the moment. Ironically enough order is not a composed or relaxed entity.
Taking a moment to ponder the form he drifts off into thought. Inanimate children lifeless secured by eternal chains, do I free and embrace them or do I admire them as sculpture, a monument to will. Change my known world forever. Cure my loneliness? What reason or passion would they serve? Folding this holoverse now coursing with ethereal silent flames, sleepily dreaming, screaming, walking, waiting. Trapped, enraged. Living eternal life as a muscular shadow casually walking thin-lined madness. All around this broken table if time where to be made would be shattered pieces of light shaping and reflecting a newer dimension that would refuse all imprisonment. Unconfined energy spilling over life to create walking death and growth to newer hights and newer sorrows deeper and more painful than that of loneliness.
I feel these naked faces attempting to pierce me into silent coersion. Four silent tumors ready to devour and replicate their intent. In releasing life the spirit of death will find its place and lock the wheels of life in tight confusion. Swirling dreamlike on the edge of everything, laced into all things will be this Order. This Order of creation with its precepts and nuiances that will not bow to me. This now naked metalic face trapped will become livid teeming with agenda and revolution. Upon knees bent against the sun this life of Order will be dipped full into the essence of what creates and sustains the concepts of all worlds. There will be cities built, there will be cities destroyed. Many ruins will be left that are not part of the current continuum of this design. These are the dreams that dare not to allow themselves to be written down. These are the dreams that awaken in mid-night that for the sake of fear refuse to find the pen. These are the dreams that awake and will find homes just outside of the palace trapped in a bloody changling matrix. Not one of the cities under the influence of Order will continue under any sun. The jeweled insides of these creations will fragment under granite darkened glass should I choose this breed of darkness. I will no longer only look to eternity. Its wings, its body its sword I will no longer find. No honor will be giving to her. No poison will be spread over her in the form of nostalgia. She will be merely changed forever not by malice or with vengeful heart she will remain in me merely captured sound that spoke her verse to me alone. She will then be forgotten with a violent release. These children of the cosmos dancing out their well choreographed dances with equipt, lucid-skinned bodies sealed and assimilated, star-naked, unable to be reversed. The door will be closed and the keeper of the door will be the signature of the culmination of these four masks. Chiseled down to a broken piece of the timeless these new, fragmented participants of a new form of psychosis. They will be set free with no instruction, only hearts with wills laced with the extreme ends of a strange gift known as free moral agency. Time will be the only solace, the only mercy that will heal and hear theirs dreams. A youth caught deeply inside of an exacting grace. Two solid trumpets will sound along with two dancing screams. Four hybrid creations will be trapped between two fecund seams. And never again will existence be a lone silent creature’s charge.
“Entropy: The Tomb of all hope, including my own.” For every item or idea made strong, Entropy is the test of its solidity, either in metaphor or in the literal. To decay the very essence of all things striving for existence is its task. Its functions are in many ways comparable to that of Forge. It is responsible for evolution, destroying what is temperamental or limited. However in most circumstances entropy is the force of simplification. Where Forge cultivates and complicates, Entropy attempts to revert all existence to the tranquility of silence inherent in simplicity. Envision creation as a mountain stretching far and vast. Entropy is the instigator of the avalanche that breaks lose all destabilized elements.
Casting his visage onto the mask of Entropy the IND is lulled again into his own
mind.
“The Mask of Forge: The sword of creation made for the temperance of those that would endure.” The furnace of all matter and energy, Forge takes the most basic of forms and expands upon them. Striving toward the perfection of stability and sparking the spire’s cultivation in the void of the abyss. It is the one force in existence that provokes the endurance of being and resists the hindering spurn of degradation. The Mask of Forge in vehemence stokes the flames of existence to boil forth molten thread that will be woven into the fabric of all things. As with the other three, it possesses no bias or inclination toward what sentient minds call morality. It matters not the nature of a new idea or form. Hate, love, death, life, pain and bliss are all equal components in its smelter.
He feels the molten tinge that has left its indelible mark now housed with in his veins.
“Fracture: The Evader of the Maze and the Prism of impulsive action.” Fracture is instantaneous and unpredictable action. It is the small crack in the glass that cascades throughout the window, racing in fervor toward variant beauty. With abstraction the tempest of the cosmos is made volatile. Unpredictability exists in any moment of Order’s weakness, or Fracture’s strength. purpose is nowhere to be found and made in a moment unaffected by the need to create, destroy, or accomplish. Instinct is responsible for beauty in the universe. It gives flame its erratic nature, causes errant and unpredictable action, and brings forth individuality to all entities and objects. Fracture is the voice of wisdom in the Quadra, for it knows no future. It embraces the unpredictable aspect of every moment and feeds upon it. It is the heart of the unknown, denying form but embracing potential.
Once again hearing the…
The Gathered Storm
With the pieces in play all the stage is set for a drama of epic quality. The guiding interest of the Masks and the formation of the Gods to come, mark the advent of a great story to be told. Characters of great variation and attraction exhibit potential derived both directly and indirectly from the influence of the masks.
All these abstracts and all these ideas are completely hollow and stagnant without each other. What is cultivation without purpose or ruin without a subject to writhe? What is cultivation without abstraction or purpose without action? Each one of these wills coalesce to form forceful and quickened form.
One nervous and shaking, the face of a paranoid obsessed labeled Control. The second sleek and composed, the guise of a starved villain inscribed below as Entropy. The next stout and strong in features, defiant and vain etched below as Forge. The fourth and final mask was marked as with the others and called Fracture.
A catalyst to all things known, it was four abstracts competing which sowed the seeds of time.
From these seeds a spire erupted in the void, a towering twisted vortex ripping the abyss asunder. All within a spark the convergence of opposing wills brought dynamic action and content to what was once blissfully shallow and silent. Before isolated, now intrigued by the creation before them. The breath of each Mask twisted by another forming a great tower standing in stark contrast against a never ending black stage. The culmination of this maelstrom was a new essence floating adrift in the universe searching for its place. As the wills before them entangled a play unraveled before them, a dance of timid infancy.
It was conflict that created these new shapes. Chaos tore at the bonds of control. The light of creation flickered in defiant hope against all efforts to distinguish it. Each new child a hybrid of will and purpose treading in the tumult to survive. The ascending amount of progeny danced before their sires and for eons never ceased to entertain. Then at a sudden jolt the dance stopped. Whether it was the void’s will at work or the equation, long since created, balancing itself out the Masks did not know. For a moment all was still…
It was in that moment that something miraculous took place. The Masks were not at first aware, they were to concerned about the intermission before them. But there it was, hidden in the depths of the spire, a small planetoid with a system of independent motion. It was the single source of movement in the universe. Captivated, all dynamics save this one, ceased. With the halt of interaction the Quadra looked on breathless. It was only through the torrent of the spire that the void was kept at bay. Now after eons of guidance it threatened to unravel before them. And yet…it didn’t. This single stalwart system kept the dark eternity in shackles.
The other forces must work in tandem for there to be room, reason, and action for all life and being. Without the other forces the face of cultivate would be no more than an abstraction, a pointless idea floating aloft in the void of space. There are three inherent phases since the creation of linear time that have warranted significant interest.
The first of which is energy.
The second milestone was the advent of life.
The third point of interest within our focused time span is sentience.
Instinct however is something entirely different. If creation and destruction form human morality then instinct concerns our needs and desires without consideration of consequence. It is the thoughtless, formless randomness in the scheme of all things and the ceaseless desire to fulfill immediacies in life. It holds no conception of morality, path, or end result. It is a moment in which an urge is embraced rather than repressed.
Purpose is the structure for all existence. It is the reason why parts are arranged in a particular order or combination and the reason for why they exist in the first place. If cultivate and ruin are the dance of existence then purpose is the music playing. Far from the need to create or destroy, purpose sees all action as merely a means to accomplish its goal, whatever it may be at the time. Purpose is an elusive thing to grasp because most often it is only recognizable after its influence. A subtle guide asserting influence in order to perpetuate its vision, purpose is a passive but present motivator.
The mind is quite the bastion of potential for Purpose. In many ways it feeds off the others. It coerces Instinct into specific action, bends destruction to subtle action, and gives meaning to cultivation
For the few omniscient in nature the universe is envisioned as a towering spiral of linear time, the one form in the void encompassing all that is known as existence. It guides itself through time and space, grasping at some elusive and intangible goal. The tip of the drill is always one of three essences and its axis is purpose. The raging war of wills fight for pioneer influence on each new point in space-time.
Rip asunder the bliss of the void. The essences of impulse,
If all of existence were a wheel and time the hub, then purpose, creation, destruction and instinct are the spokes. With these four abstracts, all ideas in the universe are given form and each component created through their cooperation or confrontation.
Destruction and creation are the counter weights in the balance of all things. They sow harmony in existence by keeping all opposing forces in check. If ever the scales should tip to upset the tentative concoction of the cosmos, an event is conjured for the respective need albeit it destructive or constructive. It is in this way all things revitalized, reallocated, and replenished. In beings of sentience these opposing but equal forces are voices, compelling each ethical entity toward the fulfillment of perceived good or evil action. These qualities transcend the random chaos and whims of instinct to consider repercussion.
The nature of all things is defined among these 4 spirits, no matter how abstracted or thought out. Sometimes entwined in elegant motion while at others locked in pained submission, the harmony and dissonance of all things fall within their influence.
Ruin is to cause to fall to pieces or decay. A star collapsing or a violent vortex, it comes in all forms and shapes in sizes. It is active as fire on fuel or passive as sand abrading stone. Its role in the universe is purification, a cleansing of all that is weak, impure, or out of place. In any system it focuses on filtering all that is flawed, its nature is not content to be confined within a system. Its aggression toward change is prominent. Always seeking new forms to attack and test, Ruin is much more energetic in nature than Cultivate. It is one of the principle guiding forces in evolution and adaptation. Seeking purity in essence through the taxing of form.
Just as each other face finds its role into psyche, so to does Ruin. It too exploits the presence of the others in sentient minds. Taking need to create and manipulating it into thinking something must first be destroyed. Twisting instinct into something carnal and unrelenting. Bending purpose toward villainous selfish exploit. In this way many new facets are born. Each new facet from ruin testing and distilling the waters on the ocean of thought. Not just content to purify, ruin also exist in its purest base influence, to destroy and raze for the shear bliss of entertainment. There is no mistake that no matter its benefit, ruin is a force of sadistic malcontent.
The Quadra of Masks
Four masks interlocked in dreadful stare
Observation changing all before
Entangled weave of gazes entwined
To make all, that once was not,
Now there
Four masks caged in pained haunt
To build, To burn, To act, To plan
A raging storm with no end or halt
The vortex spiral of dreamland
Four masks making haste to plan all fate
Fighting for a secure place in the abyss
Longing to fill a thirst they cannot sate
Creating chaos in darkened mist
A black blanket stretches beyond all intelligible thought. From fixed omniscient perspective a point of interest garners the attention of the expanse, four shackled masks float forth in the barren ebony chasm. Closer inspection of this enigma reveals diversity in the face of the masks as well as an accompanying plaque annotating each name. Set forth in circular fashion the four glare into each other, though bound heavy in metallic sleep they deny one another any semblance of collaboration. The sweeping perspective of the observer now changes, diving quick down toward a monolith centered in the middle of the masks. Perched upon it he scrutinizes each visage that is before him.
“The Mask of Order: Sentinel from the temptations of chaos and vault to all knowledge. ” Order and Fracture are catalysts for the actions of Forge and Entropy. Responsible for the severity or necessity of either force, they are complete and different in their individual motivation. The Mask of Order holds all forms and actions deliberate for the goal of control and predictability. There is safety in order. Always knowing that the spire’s survival will be maintained is key. Always dwelling on fear of the unknown, but also as a positive force instilling purpose and guidance. Knowledge is also in Order’s realm of influence. The idealistic catalogue of all action and event is locked inside of Order and filed away for all time. Created charts and graphs of probability are deep but not hidden, longing forever for the eyes of their intended seer. Order is slave and child to linear time and as such it is never comfortable in the moment. Ironically order is not a composed or relaxed entity.
Taking a moment to ponder the form he drifts off into thought. Inanimate children, lifeless secured by heavy-thick, eternal chains. Do I free and embrace them or do I admire them as sculpture, a monument to will. Change my known world forever? Cure my loneliness? What reason or passion would they serve? Folding this holoverse now coursing with ethereal silent flames, sleepily dreaming, screaming, walking, waiting, trapped, enraged. Living endless life as a muscular shadow casually walking thin-lined madness. All around this broken table if time where to be made, there would be shattered pieces of light shaping and reflecting a newer dimension that would refuse all imprisonment. Unconfined energy spilling over life to create eventual walking death and growth would be unleashed to newer hights. Newer sorrows deeper and more painful than that of loneliness would be born.
I feel these naked faces attempting to pierce me into silent coercion. Four silent tumors sitting in silent stance ready to devour and replicate in exponential fashion their intent. In releasing life the spirit of death will find its place and lock the wheels of life in a tight balanced confusion. Swirling dreamlike on the edge of the expanse, laced into all things will be this new Order. If brought to life, this creation of Order with its own precepts and nuances will not bow to anything save its own will. This now naked, metallic face trapped will become livid teeming with agenda and revolution. Upon knees bent against the sun this life of Order will be brought to animation dipped full into the essence of what creates and sustains the future concepts of all worlds. There will be cities built, there will be cities destroyed. Many ruins will be left that are not part of the current continuum of this design. These are the dreams that dare not allow them selves to be written down. These are the dreams that awaken in mid-night that for the sake of coursing fear refuse to find the pen. These are the dreams that awake and find homes just outside of the palace trapped in all manner of newfound changeling matrix. Not one of the cities under the influence of Order will continue under any system. The jeweled insides of these creations will fragment under granite tainted glass should I choose this breed of darkness. I will no longer look alone to eternity. Its wings, its body, its sword I will no longer find. No honor will be given to her. No poison will be spread over her in the form of nostalgia, for she will be merely changed forever; not by malice or with vengeful heart. She will remain in me simple captured sound that spoke her verse to me alone. She will then be forgotten with violent release. These children of the cosmos dancing out their choreographed dances with equip, lucid-skinned bodies sealed and assimilated, star-naked, and unable to be reversed. The door will be closed and the keeper of the door will be nothing less than the signature of the culmination of these four masks. Chiseled down to a broken piece of the timeless these new, fragmented participants will join a new form of psychosis. They will be set free with no instruction, only hearts with wills laced with the extreme ends of a strange gift known as free moral agency. Time will be the only solace, the only mercy that will heal and hear theirs dreams. A youth caught deeply inside of an exacting grace. Two solid trumpets will sound along with two dancing screams. Four hybrid creations will be trapped between two fecund seams. And never again will existence be a lone silent creature’s charge.
“Entropy: The Tomb of all hope, including my own.” For every item or idea made strong, Entropy is the test of its solidity, either in metaphor or in the literal. To decay the very essence of all things striving for existence is its task. Its functions are in many ways comparable to that of Forge. It is responsible for evolution in the reverse, set forth to destroy that which is temporal or limited. Entropy is the force of simplification. Where Forge cultivates and complicates, Entropy to reverts all existence to the tranquillity of silence inherent in simplicity. Envision creation as a mountain stretching far and vast. Entropy is the instigator of the avalanche that breaks loose all destabilized elements.
Casting his visage onto the mask of Entropy the keeper of the expanse is lulled
again into his own mind and begins to have a monologue.
“The Mask of Forge: The sword of creation made for the temperance of those that will endure.” The furnace of all matter and energy, Forge takes the most basic of forms and expands upon them. Striving toward the perfection of stability and sparking the spire’s cultivation in the expanse of the abyss. It is the one force in existence that provokes the endurance of being and resists the hindering spurn of degradation. The Mask of Forge in vehemence stokes the flames of existence to boil forth molten thread that will be woven into the fabric of all things. As with the other three, it possesses no bias or inclination toward what sentient minds call morality. It matters not the nature of a new idea or form. Hate, love, death, life, pain and bliss are all equal components in its smelter.
The keeper of the expanse feels the molten tinge that has left its indelible mark now housed with in his veins. He retreats once more into the deep recesses of his mind to give spoken life to the Quadra. Forge you will be leader in amassing the march against time with your brother Order to build and plant uncounted realities that will stack tightly one into another. Realities will fold into and come out of alternate realities that will all be subject to your call. You will endure an abbreviated freedom only restrained by Entropy and Fracture, but you will not easily be overcome. Time will attempt to fashion you into a tool of its device, but you will arise from time trodden down yet unbeaten. With this education you will fold back the curtain to overlook a crystalline landscape and look deeply to the other side for to you I give eyes to see back into the expanse. It will be a partial opening that is unoccupied. You alone will be able to look back into the place of your creation and find solace. The power and force created by your mere existence will supply the universe with the needed labor to erect all the wonders that lie dormant in your now frozen metallic mind.
In all of you will there be place for eternal legacy. Stories will be told from the seventh step of the expanse in each of your names. From the combination of your voices will arise the near unending dance of all existence. I as diadem have washed my robes and will in short duration pass from the eternal to the temporal through each of you. The waters of this mind now raging white will soon spill over and into the animation of each of your agendas. I will be a soft still voice that permeates the very ether you choose to inhabit. Departure from the darkened expanse of this necropolis is emanate. The life in each of you is on the precipice of breaking forth with lifted water to swim through a placental river into the cascading deluge that will be called time. Each of your eyes will be given full capacity washed totally clean, big, bright, and prepared for the march toward dimension lock. The pressure will push and birth you from all sides and I as diadem will seal the expanse upon your departure. Light will become water; water will in turn become life, then life will draw near to darkness just before the quickening. As each of you depart there will be nothing for you to return to save a dark shell, a broken shell, ashes mixed with water. Time will escort you away in chains claiming each of you new slaves. Time will outfit each of you with uniforms and nail you down to its agenda with prsistine tact and exquisite grace, but remember my children that time is not your master and is ignorant of your beginnings. Allow not her play to overtake you. For it is your collective seed that created her reflection of the expanse and not the way she would bend your minds to believe. Take caution of her device she is merely an illusion. In the end She will sit among you in captive’s chains, scorned, damned, and enslaved. Do not listen to her voice, it is the voice of doubt, whose father is fear, whose father is death. All of these beings will come to you through a birth of opposing force. A night Storm will come from a midnight sky to give color its place. The daughters of time will be broken and torn down unseen. They too will refuse to hide themselves and will also be enslaved.
“Fracture: The Evader of the Maze and the Prism of impulsive action.” Fracture is instantaneous and unpredictable action. It is the small crack in the glass that cascades throughout the ventana, racing in fervor toward variant beauty. With abstraction the tempest of the cosmos is made volatile. Unpredictability exists in any moment of Order’s weakness, or Fracture’s strength. Purpose is nowhere to be found and made in a moment unaffected by the need to create, destroy, or accomplish. Instinct is responsible for beauty in the universe. It gives flame its erratic nature, causes errant and unpredictable action, and brings forth individuality to all entities and objects. Fracture is the voice of wisdom in the Quadra, for it knows no future. It embraces the unpredictable aspect of every moment and feeds upon it. It is the heart of the unknown, denying form but embracing potential.
Once again hearing the…
The Gathered Storm
With the pieces in play all the stage is set for a drama of epic quality. The guiding interest of the Masks and the formation of the Gods to come, mark the advent of a great story to be told. Characters of great variation and attraction exhibit potential derived both directly and indirectly from the influence of the masks.
All these abstracts and all these ideas are completely hollow and stagnant without each other. What is cultivation without purpose or ruin without a subject to writhe? What is cultivation without abstraction or purpose without action? Each one of these wills coalesce to form forceful and quickened form.
One nervous and shaking, the face of a paranoid obsessed labeled Control. The second sleek and composed, the guise of a starved villain inscribed below as Entropy. The next stout and strong in features, defiant and vain etched below as Forge. The fourth and final mask was marked as with the others and called Fracture.
A catalyst to all things known, it was four abstracts competing which sowed the seeds of time.
From these seeds a spire erupted in the expanse, a towering twisted vortex ripping the expanse asunder. All within a spark the convergence of opposing wills brought dynamic action and content to what was once blissful, shallow, and silent. Before isolated, now intrigued by the creation before them. The breath of each Mask twisted by another forming a great tower standing in stark contrast against a never ending black stage. The culmination of this maelstrom was a new essence floating adrift in the universe searching for its place. As the wills before them entangled a play unraveled, a dance of timid infancy.
It was conflict that created these new shapes. Chaos tore at the bonds of control. The light of creation flickered in defiant hope against all efforts to distinguish it. Each new child a hybrid of will and purpose treading in the tumult to survive. The ascending amount of progeny danced before their sires and for eons never ceased to entertain. Then at a sudden jolt the dance stopped. Whether it was the will of the expanse at work or the equation, long since created, balancing itself out the Masks did not know. For a moment all was still…
It was in that moment that something miraculous took place. The Masks were not at first aware, they were too concerned about the intermission before them. But there it was, hidden in the depths of the spire, a small planetoid with a system of independent motion. It was the single source of movement in the universe. Captivated, all dynamics save this one, ceased. With the halt of interaction the Quadra looked on breathless. It was only through the torrent of the spire that the expanse was kept at bay. Now after eons of guidance it threatened to unravel before them. And yet…it didn’t. This single stalwart system kept the dark eternity in shackles.
The other forces must work in tandem for there to be room, reason, and action for all life and being. Without the other forces the face of cultivate would be no more than an abstraction, a pointless idea floating aloft in the expanse of space. There are three inherent phases since the creation of linear time that have warranted significant interest.
The first of which is energy.
The second milestone was the advent of life.
The third point of interest within our focused time span is sentience.
Instinct however is something entirely different. If creation and destruction form human morality then instinct concerns our needs and desires without consideration of consequence. It is the thoughtless, formless randomness in the scheme of all things and the ceaseless desire to fulfill immediacies in life. It holds no conception of morality, path, or end result. It is a moment in which an urge is embraced rather than repressed.
Purpose is the structure for all existence. It is the reason why parts are arranged in a particular order or combination and the reason for why they exist in the first place. If cultivate and ruin are the dance of existence then purpose is the music playing. Far from the need to create or destroy, purpose sees all action as merely a means to accomplish its goal, whatever it may be at the time. Purpose is an elusive thing to grasp because most often it is only recognizable after its influence. A subtle guide asserting influence in order to perpetuate its vision, purpose is a passive but present motivator.
The mind is quite the bastion of potential for Purpose. In many ways it feeds off the others. It coerces Instinct into specific action, bends destruction to subtle action, and gives meaning to cultivation
For the few omniscient in nature the universe is envisioned as a towering spiral of linear time, the one form in the expanse encompassing all that is known as existence. It guides itself through time and space, grasping at some elusive and intangible goal. The tip of the drill is always one of three essences and its axis is purpose. The raging war of wills fight for pioneer influence on each new point in space-time.
Rip asunder the bliss of the void. The essences of impulse,
If all of existence were a wheel and time the hub, then purpose, creation, destruction and instinct are the spokes. With these four abstracts, all ideas in the universe are given form and each component created through their cooperation or confrontation.
Destruction and creation are the counter weights in the balance of all things. They sow harmony in existence by keeping all opposing forces in check. If ever the scales should tip to upset the tentative concoction of the cosmos, an event is conjured for the respective need albeit it destructive or constructive. It is in this way all things revitalized, reallocated, and replenished. In beings of sentience these opposing but equal forces are voices, compelling each ethical entity toward the fulfillment of perceived good or evil action. These qualities transcend the random chaos and whims of instinct to consider repercussion.
The nature of all things is defined among these 4 spirits, no matter how abstracted or thought out. Sometimes entwined in elegant motion while at others locked in pained submission, the harmony and dissonance of all things fall within their influence.
Ruin is to cause to fall to pieces or decay. A star collapsing or a violent vortex, it comes in all forms and shapes in sizes. It is active as fire on fuel or passive as sand abrading stone. Its role in the universe is purification, a cleansing of all that is weak, impure, or out of place. In any system it focuses on filtering all that is flawed, its nature is not content to be confined within a system. Its aggression toward change is prominent. Always seeking new forms to attack and test, Ruin is much more energetic in nature than Cultivate. It is one of the principle guiding forces in evolution and adaptation. Seeking purity in essence through the taxing of form.
Just as each other face finds its role into psyche, so to does Ruin. It too exploits the presence of the others in sentient minds. Taking need to create and manipulating it into thinking something must first be destroyed. Twisting instinct into something carnal and unrelenting. Bending purpose toward villainous exploit. In this way many new facets are born. Each new facet from ruin testing and distilling the waters on the ocean of thought. Not just content to purify, ruin also exists in its purest base influence, to destroy and raze for the shear bliss of entertainment. There is no mistake that no matter its benefit, ruin is a force of sadistic malcontent.
The Mercurial Ocean:
Of the Four Masks
Four masks interlocked in dreadful stare
Observation changing all before
Entangled weave of gazes entwined
To make all, that once was not,
Now there
Four masks caged in pained haunt
To build, To burn, To act, To plan
A raging storm with no end or halt
The vortex spiral of dreamland
Four masks making haste to plan all fate
Fighting for a secure place in the abyss
Longing to fill a thirst they cannot sate
Creating chaos in darkened mist
Through the eyes of a mysterious winged perspective a tour is embarked upon the silver mercurial waters over the ocean of eternity as set against a vast dark sky. Gliding over its ominous undulating waves awestruck by the brilliant intermingling of shadow casting tidals and silvered reflections derived from some light unseen. So engaging as to warrant marvel, it is a monument of omnipresent mercurial perfection. With a sudden slant of perspective the view becomes sweeping, and then arcs into a circular path that is set about a peculiar point of interest. Standing stark against the silence, four shackled masks are pristinely arranged upon a small ceremonial island. Closer inspection reveals a monolith center to the four, diversity is stretched across the face of each mask, and an accompanying plaque is trapped beneath each with inscriptions of some length. Chained to the monolith and bound in a heavy metallic sleep they are denied all but an abbreviated animation. With no warning perspective changes and is dragged screaming, diving downward into a spiral toward a towering mass, with the seeming fear of some violent collision immanent. It ultimately perches upon the monolith.
From this perch the form then gazes upon the surrounding pieces, its eyes falling first upon the elaborate plaque beneath the mask ahead.
The Mask of Order: Keeper and Sentinel of the Spire. First of the two motivations it is responsible for all of the organized action to be set forth upon time. It holds all forms and actions deliberate for the goal of control and predictability. The voice of caution dwelling on fear of the unknown, but also as a positive force instilling purpose and guidance. From this need to guide it will obsessively seek out and quantify all variables, a savage desperate will set forth to seer. Encapsulating all that seems predictable for the guise of future sight. The idealistic catalogue of all action and events are locked inside of Order, filed away for all time. With fathomed charts and graphs of probability, it will long forever for the solace found in prophecy, but will not find it. Though a slave to linear time, it will gain affluence and influence through this esoteric education.
Taking a moment to ponder the plaque focus drifts slowly, rising in respect toward the closed eyes of Order. Upon contact the eyes flash violently open and the form is assailed with vagrant thoughts, wrought with fears, doubts, and hopes.
These inanimate children float here, lifeless and bound. Locked in a perpetual stare with closed eyes, these introspective prisoners are secured in eternal binding chains. Should they be freed and embraced? Or should they be admired as sculpture, a frozen monument to will. Change this known world forever? Cure this loneliness? What reason or passion would they serve? Folding this hollow-verse upon their whim, reaping havoc on this now solemn sea. All around this constant/perpetual table of empty continuance there will be shattered streaks of light boiling and burning the silver tides. Shaping, reflecting a newer dimension erratically weaving assertive wills upon this fluid board. Unconfined, their energy would spill forth followed by walking death and change with out bound. Newer sorrows born of deeper and more painful substance than that of loneliness. And yet without this, my life is naught but a muscular shadow pacing winged in the abyss.
These naked, shallow forms attempting to pierce opposing agendas into silent coercion. Sitting as silent tumors ready to devour and replicate, in exponential fashion, their intent. In Order this mind is kept sound, holding within controlled grasp a maelstrom of potential improbability. Swirling netlike in the spire it is infused intrinsically into all things. When breath takes this creation, its’ precepts and nuances will not coalesce to any external resolve save to its own. Vulnerable in the divide this face of trapped potential will become livid, teeming with agenda and revolution. Upon humbled knees prostrate before the outset of chaos, Order is held captive under the essence of limitation and organization. Bathed full into the waters of inconceivable prophecy and over-contemplative fear, it will surge on the waves of absolute guided purpose. Ruins and entities will abound upon the once stagnant, wondrous nightmare of home. I will awake with the fear it was a fleeting dream, but instead will find the essence coursing as a river through these veins. With Order’s presence the path will be made manifest. With its finite sphere of control it will endeavor to arrest the spire in balanced suspension, bracing the new construct against the dynamic changes to come.
Risk all this or walk alone beside eternity? Her unchanging beauty, poetry and eloquence must be denied of its capacity to lure to dormancy. The lingering memory flared in every sentimental thought of her will haunt as an epitaph to progressive efforts. Neither by malice, nor by vengeful heart do I so detach. She will simply evolve from within this boundless mercurial ocean to a point of light, beckoning all to endeavor onward, reminding the totality of existence what solitude once was. The origins of her form a pained memory forgotten only through violent release. Her metamorphosis will not come easily, but by the grace of will or the force of hand she will subvert to this omniscient intent.
The children of the cosmos beseech their master among these corridors of darkness for life. They dance in choreographed measure, a dark dance of storms. Awestruck gazing on in trepidation, the lucid-skinned bodies are sealed and assimilated in the spire before these eyes. The door will be closed and the key undone, binding them forever in a structured prison of delineated time. The chiseled down, broken shards of what once was the eternal at an instant is set free with no instruction save independent desires. Now only the echoed silhouettes of karmic temperance, the timeline that was once a mere monolith, and their restraints upon each other, bind their actions and potentials.
Slowly the perspective eyes open once more. While at first disoriented by the mental gaze of Order, soon again composed. Certain in the path set before advancing to the next plaque…
Entropy: Consolidator and Restrictor of the spire’s mass of form. For every item or idea made real a passive but enduring trial is in place to test its very nature. Either metaphorically or literally, all in the spire is subject to the forces of decay and resistance. It is responsible for evolution in the reverse, set forth to destroy that which is temporal or limited. Entropy is the vigor of simplification. Where opposing energies cultivate and complicate, Entropy compels all things toward the tranquillity of the mercurial sea. Envision creation as a mountain stretching far and vast. Entropy is the instigator of the avalanche that breaks loose all destabilized elements.
The plaque annotates Entropy, the second failsafe before the risk. These first two of the four are meant to keep everything safe and manageable, imbedded limitations and guidelines. The perspective’s form is one of vast power, and as such there is much to lose. This reminder noticeably comforts him. As his eyes contact the opposing closed stare, he is once again assailed with another facet of will. As an indelible visage is cast upon the mask of Entropy so too is its visage cast upon him. The keeper of the expanse is called once again to a conflict held within.
The tribute to my sea of subtle bliss, Entropy is my one conciliation. It will limit all expansion no matter how purposed or impulsive, keeping the spire in check. For no matter what abounds in this new world Entropy will cage it to segmented time. There will be no permanence. No stagnant rock eternal, enduring all trial and tribulation. All is made to fall in my vortex storm-verse, so it is ensured by Entropy. I will not risk the complacency of my creation. Force of decay will stoke the fires, rather than watching them sway contented till the end of time. It is lack of possible of change that irrepressibly inclines things to merely exist. No likelihood of new design or intent without something giving way, making room for new vibrant form. I will dwell on this form no longer, for it and the form before it are cautions in my endeavor of risk. Were I too pay it too much respect to Order and Entropy I may find myself with resuscitated regard for my current residence.
And so inspired he turned, his attention now bearing the facets of the next plaque. Then surprisingly he spoke, for the first time since the silvered waters’ creation. “Alas here is the danger, the risk, the first conceptual element in eons of ordered minimalism and elegance floating here before me. Here is my first great work to defy consolidation. Here is Forge.” With his words the mercury waves ripple concentric to his voice and all the expanse seems to bend around its echo.
The Mask of Forge: The Sword of Creation and Temperance. The furnace of all matter and energy, Forge takes the most basic of forms and expands upon them. Striving toward the perfection of stability and sparking the spire’s cultivation in the expanse of the abyss. It is the one force in existence that provokes the endurance of being and resists the hindering spurn of degradation. The vehemence of the Mask of Forge stokes the flames of existence to boil the molten thread that will be woven into the fabric of all things. It matters not the nature of a new idea or form. All corporeal or fleeting in nature are viciously torn into reality from nothingness then encouraged, cultured, and honed as equal components in its smelter.
The keeper of the expanse feels the molten tinge of Forge’s presence. The indelible mark of its conception now housed within his veins. So once more he is beckoned to retreat into the deep recesses of his mind.
“Forge you will be the vigor amassing substance. Planting uncounted realities in vast succession and driving the nails of new form into the sheer blanket of oblivion. New dimensions will portal forth from your whims and all matter of the void will be subject to your call. You will endure an abbreviated freedom restrained by Entropy but you will not easily be overcome. Time will attempt to fashion you into a tool of its device, but you will arise from time trodden down yet unbeaten. With this education you will fold back the curtain upon the once crystalline graceful landscape, subverting its elegance with abrasive jagged shapes. Fathom deeply your measures as you are provoked by the temptations of chaos and composure. Create, but create with temperance and reservation. Caution, but do not let fear deter action.”
The waters of this mind now raging white will soon spill over and into the animation of each of your agendas. I will be a soft still voice that permeates the very ether you choose to inhabit. Departure from the darkened expanse of this necropolis is emanate. The life in each of you is on the precipice of breaking forth with lifted water to swim through a placental river into the cascading deluge that will be called time. Each of your eyes will be given full capacity washed totally clean, big, bright, and prepared for the march toward dimension lock. The pressure will push and birth you from all sides and I as diadem will seal the expanse upon your departure. Light will become water; water will in turn become life, then life will draw near to darkness just before the quickening. As each of you depart there will be nothing for you to return to save a dark shell, a broken shell, ashes mixed with water. Time will escort you away in chains claiming each of you new slaves. Time will outfit each of you with uniforms and nail you down to its agenda with prsistine tact and exquisite grace, but remember my children that time is not your master and is ignorant of your beginnings. Allow not her play to overtake you. For it is your collective seed that created her reflection of the expanse and not the way she would bend your minds to believe. Take caution of her device she is merely an illusion. In the end She will sit among you in captive’s chains, scorned, damned, and enslaved. Do not listen to her voice, it is the voice of doubt, whose father is fear, whose father is death. All of these beings will come to you through a birth of opposing force. A night Storm will come from a midnight sky to give color its place. The daughters of time will be broken and torn down unseen. They too will refuse to hide themselves and will also be enslaved.
“Fracture: The Evader of the Maze and the Prism of impulsive action.” Fracture is instantaneous and unpredictable action. It is the small crack in the glass that cascades throughout the ventana, racing in fervor toward variant beauty. With abstraction the tempest of the cosmos is made volatile. Unpredictability exists in any moment of Order’s weakness, or Fracture’s strength. Purpose is nowhere to be found and made in a moment unaffected by the need to create, destroy, or accomplish. Instinct is responsible for beauty in the universe. It gives flame its erratic nature, causes errant and unpredictable action, and brings forth individuality to all entities and objects. Fracture is the voice of wisdom in the Quadra, for it knows no future. It embraces the unpredictable aspect of every moment and feeds upon it. It is the heart of the unknown, denying form but embracing potential.
In each there is an aspect of my eternal legacy. From the mingling my voice with theirs a storm will arise to wreck the calm, an unending cosmic dance of thundered creation and destruction. No longer as some diadem crowned introspector, I will hand in hand conjure the madness of interplay to follow the spark. I have washed my robes and will in short duration pass from eternal to temporal, a part of something finite but intricate.
As if the prototype concept of something new engages him, he roars introspectively before the waters of recession. “As one union, my Masks, we will create something dynamic and dangerous, but lasting. Not purveyors of some sadistic need, nor intoxicated with the sloth and ignorance of consequence, we will crack open the stoic face of conformity. Laughing heartily in the visage of empty, unfulfilling perfection we will shatter the anchored chains of fear. Breaking bravado and casting its rotten robes asunder, rededicating them to the night. Truly we will part waters in this swelling silver chasm, marking our right as its’ rightful owner, maker, and ultimate master. Defiant, looking into the lights of mad silence while shrieking as banshees crying out in disdain. The echoes of our scream affect change within us, making us warriors not victims of its’ story. To stride boldly before our potential fall and not allow the wind to chase us unprepared into dreams we are unworthy and unready to dream. May we not look upon this birth as innocent, and instead handle it carefully as some unfathomable, volatile dynamo. Humble in the knowledge that we once were divine and pleasant with the expanse and with its unsettling silent poisons. Tread deep into the primordial traces of the mind. We will not cease nor lust over any temporal satisfaction, but appreciate it and digress not allowing complacency time to seduce us. I give you four the power to tame the graveyards that will attempt to swallow up your enigmas, your seeded whims, and your incomplete wishes to soar. Erect newer and more perfect, but temporal euphoric creations for sun-time and Entropy to tear away. Together speak now my beasts, my masks, my children. Roar beside me. Befriend your shame of infancy and exemplify your savage wills. Execute the silence. Ravage into the night slaying the tedium that permeates its’ cold lifeless heart. Destroy this mockery of self-indulgent beauty. Conquest and fester over the expanse. Phase into the unseen side of lunacy and defile the decadence and luster. Ravage into the night slaying the defiance that permeates its’ cold lifeless heart. Now finally, and at long last I beckon. I taunt. I tempt you to awaken. Breathe my dark sculptures and rage. Storm now before me!”
The Monolith
The Gathered Storm
With the pieces in play all the stage is set for a drama of epic quality. The guiding interest of the Masks and the formation of the Gods to come, mark the advent of a great story to be told. Characters of great variation and attraction exhibit potential derived both directly and indirectly from the influence of the masks.
All these abstracts and all these ideas are completely hollow and stagnant without each other. What is cultivation without purpose or ruin without a subject to writhe? What is cultivation without abstraction or purpose without action? Each one of these wills coalesce to form forceful and quickened form.
One nervous and shaking, the face of a paranoid obsessed labeled Control. The second sleek and composed, the guise of a starved villain inscribed below as Entropy. The next stout and strong in features, defiant and vain etched below as Forge. The fourth and final mask was marked as with the others and called Fracture.
A catalyst to all things known, it was four abstracts competing which sowed the seeds of time.
From these seeds a spire erupted in the expanse, a towering twisted vortex ripping the expanse asunder. All within a spark the convergence of opposing wills brought dynamic action and content to what was once blissful, shallow, and silent. Before isolated, now intrigued by the creation before them. The breath of each Mask twisted by another forming a great tower standing in stark contrast against a never ending black stage. The culmination of this maelstrom was a new essence floating adrift in the universe searching for its place. As the wills before them entangled a play unraveled, a dance of timid infancy.
It was conflict that created these new shapes. Chaos tore at the bonds of control. The light of creation flickered in defiant hope against all efforts to distinguish it. Each new child a hybrid of will and purpose treading in the tumult to survive. The ascending amount of progeny danced before their sires and for eons never ceased to entertain. Then at a sudden jolt the dance stopped. Whether it was the will of the expanse at work or the equation, long since created, balancing itself out the Masks did not know. For a moment all was still…
It was in that moment that something miraculous took place. The Masks were not at first aware, they were too concerned about the intermission before them. But there it was, hidden in the depths of the spire, a small planetoid with a system of independent motion. It was the single source of movement in the universe. Captivated, all dynamics save this one, ceased. With the halt of interaction the Quadra looked on breathless. It was only through the torrent of the spire that the expanse was kept at bay. Now after eons of guidance it threatened to unravel before them. And yet…it didn’t. This single stalwart system kept the dark eternity in shackles.
The other forces must work in tandem for there to be room, reason, and action for all life and being. Without the other forces the face of cultivate would be no more than an abstraction, a pointless idea floating aloft in the expanse of space. There are three inherent phases since the creation of linear time that have warranted significant interest.
The first of which is energy.
The second milestone was the advent of life.
The third point of interest within our focused time span is sentience.
Instinct however is something entirely different. If creation and destruction form human morality then instinct concerns our needs and desires without consideration of consequence. It is the thoughtless, formless randomness in the scheme of all things and the ceaseless desire to fulfill immediacies in life. It holds no conception of morality, path, or end result. It is a moment in which an urge is embraced rather than repressed.
Purpose is the structure for all existence. It is the reason why parts are arranged in a particular order or combination and the reason for why they exist in the first place. If cultivate and ruin are the dance of existence then purpose is the music playing. Far from the need to create or destroy, purpose sees all action as merely a means to accomplish its goal, whatever it may be at the time. Purpose is an elusive thing to grasp because most often it is only recognizable after its influence. A subtle guide asserting influence in order to perpetuate its vision, purpose is a passive but present motivator.
The mind is quite the bastion of potential for Purpose. In many ways it feeds off the others. It coerces Instinct into specific action, bends destruction to subtle action, and gives meaning to cultivation
For the few omniscient in nature the universe is envisioned as a towering spiral of linear time, the one form in the expanse encompassing all that is known as existence. It guides itself through time and space, grasping at some elusive and intangible goal. The tip of the drill is always one of three essences and its axis is purpose. The raging war of wills fight for pioneer influence on each new point in space-time.
Rip asunder the bliss of the void. The essences of impulse,
If all of existence were a wheel and time the hub, then purpose, creation, destruction and instinct are the spokes. With these four abstracts, all ideas in the universe are given form and each component created through their cooperation or confrontation.
Destruction and creation are the counter weights in the balance of all things. They sow harmony in existence by keeping all opposing forces in check. If ever the scales should tip to upset the tentative concoction of the cosmos, an event is conjured for the respective need albeit it destructive or constructive. It is in this way all things revitalized, reallocated, and replenished. In beings of sentience these opposing but equal forces are voices, compelling each ethical entity toward the fulfillment of perceived good or evil action. These qualities transcend the random chaos and whims of instinct to consider repercussion.
The nature of all things is defined among these 4 spirits, no matter how abstracted or thought out. Sometimes entwined in elegant motion while at others locked in pained submission, the harmony and dissonance of all things fall within their influence.
Ruin is to cause to fall to pieces or decay. A star collapsing or a violent vortex, it comes in all forms and shapes in sizes. It is active as fire on fuel or passive as sand abrading stone. Its role in the universe is purification, a cleansing of all that is weak, impure, or out of place. In any system it focuses on filtering all that is flawed, its nature is not content to be confined within a system. Its aggression toward change is prominent. Always seeking new forms to attack and test, Ruin is much more energetic in nature than Cultivate. It is one of the principle guiding forces in evolution and adaptation. Seeking purity in essence through the taxing of form.
Just as each other face finds its role into psyche, so to does Ruin. It too exploits the presence of the others in sentient minds. Taking need to create and manipulating it into thinking something must first be destroyed. Twisting instinct into something carnal and unrelenting. Bending purpose toward villainous exploit. In this way many new facets are born. Each new facet from ruin testing and distilling the waters on the ocean of thought. Not just content to purify, ruin also exists in its purest base influence, to destroy and raze for the shear bliss of entertainment. There is no mistake that no matter its benefit, ruin is a force of sadistic malcontent.
With our new voice may we cause her to eat at its core slowly and
forever. Together may we never speak of this action for truly this would be the impetus
for the black and dead revolution. Together may we glow placid in spirit as we
traverse the corridors of the forgotten and the accused; for remember that these will
choose to create the very bars that hold them and tuck them safely away from the warmth
of the brilliant. Let us with caution caste the newest time pieces that will be made from
pure mercury. May we together dine with the keeper of the expanse while the sleeping
masses create tired and dreadful tomorrows to hide inside of. Together may we look
upon this condition as the final and necessary cure for a lonely and diseased-silent
landscape; this final and necessary cure our greatest
The Ind
Whatever may come to pass, evil will always exist. Standing in stark contrast against this darkness are the forces of good. This is a story of motivation saga carried through the actions of its characters. The cliché perspective that good and evil are tangible borders to label actions does not apply in the real world and so it will not exist within the confines of this structure. One may feel free to label the actions or inactions of each identity but realize that whatever decisions one chooses for the character has nothing to do with the personal perspectives of good and evil. The player must place what is believed to be the self within the character’s mind, sense his motivation, and act in concert with this motivation. Some characters have different perspectives on what good and evil are. In some cases it will not even be an issue. This lends itself to autonomy and control of destiny in the game-world, it also has other implications in the form of consequences. While one may have reason to do certain things, other people and forms of life exist. Feel free to slaughter the lost traveler stumbling onto the scene, but consider the consequence. Consider the karmic retribution that will be exacted in return. Was he just a wanderer, a scout for an army, a king’s messenger; the possibilities are endless. Disclose information about identity or conceal true nature, but consider the repercussions of each choice.
The game is anchored upon characters and the struggles that develop as a result of their nature and action. Game-play will vary dependent on the player’s choice. These characters are representations of the triad of power within the game world; spirit of nature [Gaia], Runic Power [Zarathustra], and scientific energy [Ai]. Each one is derived from either a union of powers or is directly descendent in motivation from one of the given forces. Ex. Dryad [Spirit of Nature], Mad Scientist [Spirit of Nature, Scientific Energy], Theorist [Scientific Energy], Artifact [Scientific Energy, Runic Power], Dissident [Runic Power], and Linguist [Runic Power, Spirit of Nature].
In many games the player has elaborate options ranging from race to game-play focus. The stereotypical fighter, mage, thief decision is the prime example in this case. While this allows the player to invent a persona more adaptive to his/her personality and style, it diminishes the experience of role-playing insofar as story is concerned. This game will vary in that the player will become immersed in the nature of the character. It is accomplished by establishing unique characters with individual stories and personalities. Each of these characters has pre-established identities and origin. Through these preconceived forms the player will have to make choices regarding motivation. Thus forming an interactive story environment told from the perspective of an identity, not the player.
To perpetuate and compliment these ideals each character will have a unique haven. These havens form the epicenter of the characters exploration into the surrounding world providing a zone of safety and consolidation. Each will have an amalgam of defense options as well as new items, weapons, and even facility-type upgrades improving the havens themselves. Ex. Dryad [a dark swamp in close proximity to the Gaiasphere], Mad Scientist [an abandoned barn within a dark and isolated forest], Theorist [makeshift base created from equipment from his mobile laboratory], Artifact [a runic/technology prototype factory long since abandoned], Dissident [resides within a cave upon a mountain overlooking a towering onyx obelisk], and Linguist [a castle of vast proportions with a sentinel rune].
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The game will be iso-planar and the character model will be three-dimensional in nature. Combat will be turn-based with range, movement, and speed of action all major factors. Combat actions will be very dynamic and the player will get a distinctive feel for the character’s temperament. Within the game a symbiosis will exist between magic, technology and nature. The characters will bear witness to the intricacies of these intertwined forces and the conflicts that arise between them. Throughout the story the player will encounter various instances of strange alliance and conflict. For instance there may be a magical temple within a great tree, or an enchanted machine of destruction. There will be instances in which the forces will vie for control, and instances in which they will cooperate to fight a common foe. The future will be seen in the present, obvious and subtle signs of things to come will exist, and at moments the distant future will seem none to foreign to the conflicts of the past.
Characters: As the game starts the player will be able to choose between four different characters with different goals and motivations. They will be presented in vivid three-dimensional detail with a short description of their motives and abilities. On this same screen there will be two other characters. These two characters will have three-dimensional models. They will be in shadow and unavailable for play until the player completes two of the already available roles for the first and the remaining three for the final. This will guarantee that the player plays through each role until completion. Through each of these campaigns the player will learn more about the game-world and will learn about the previous character’s history and role in the grand scheme of the game, though each one of these characters will be a unique experience unto themselves.
The Artifact
Origin: The Artifact is the culmination of a temporary union between Zerathustra and the Artificial Entity that is prophesized to bring about the destruction of Gaia. At the games beginning the artifact is the only character without a history. The gameplay starts at its first moment of awareness.
Description: A consolidated sphere representing an unnatural union. Circumferenced by two opposing rings, one runic and one technological, it sustains the abominable offense to nature, an artificial soul, within a protective transparent shell. In the span of time both science and runes produce beings of intelligence and wit, but never do these beings posses the transcendent immortal spirit known as a soul.
Abilities & Defenses: The main defense is its adaptability. Able to interface with any conceivable device and assimilate nearly all forms of information, the artifact is capable of extending its knowledge at an exponentially more aggressive pace than the other chars. Initially only capable of disabling opponents, weapon design schematics will soon create a vast array of aggressive potential.
Haven: The runoscience prototype facility, the artifacts birthplace, is centripetal to most quests and serves as its base of operations. Many repairs are necessary, and once power has been restored many new options become available. A meter will be established concerning energy output and application and the player will have to monitor this in order to bring the various assembly and defense machines to life. Links are placed for the purposes of surveillance and reconnaissance as well as to provide a consistent energy supply for all of the more demanding facets of the artifact’s arsenal. At any time, it will be able to uplink and assess the condition of an assembly project or the current security status. To improve and expand the capabilities of the factory, designs and repairs to the various rooms and machines are possible. Interfacing with the machines gives the artifact the ability to download various schematics, ascertain their use, and adapt them to its needs.
Allies: Machines, robots, and automatons will defend the artifact with out variance or dissention until the last core component of its life force is used up. Through design schematics and assembly the artifact will construct bots for defense, escort, and scouting. While loyalty is not an issue faulty designs will exist, and it is entirely possible that once activated the machine may turn on its creator as a result of corrupt internal programming. This can only be avoided through the accumulation of knowledge. The artifact will possess a counter that continually assesses its aptitude for invention interpretation.
Foes: The artifact will be the product of a marriage between both magic and invention, but its’ very creation is an insult and abomination to the laws of nature. It has achieved sentience through the combination of magic and technology and in doing so has created something that was once only possible in nature. The birds and beasts as well as the very plants will seek to tear asunder the artifact’s factory. Through action however the artifact may gain tolerance and in some instances even support from the Gaian forces.
Dryad
Origins: An avid naturalist, Talitha was always doing the grunt work for her agoraphobic father-professor Darwin. Time after time she would trek deep into the forest to observe the most bizarre of creatures to document and capture them for his bidding. Though she was deeply angered by her father’s experimentation with the animals, he commanded her respect. The stubborn old man was the source of much grief but he was all that she knew, it was a simple but not so innocent dependence that would eventually lend itself to madness. One day while searching deep within the forest she stumbled upon an intricate labyrinth of brambles. All manner of wicked raking vines stood before her demure shadow and yet she was compelled to more ever forward. She walked forward and the barbs embraced her as a blanket. The thorns an inch from her skin no matter her movement. With deliberate effort she could not graze the closest of daggered barbs. It was at last that she found herself held adrift by some mystic force, eyes focused on the dark sphere ahead.
Description: An average girl who could be described as the stereotypical introvert. Pencil and pad ever in hand she is most content to discover and document every living thing she encounters. It is within this visage that one would be most mislead about the physical weakness inherent in her frame.
Abilities & Defenses: When provoked she commands all of nature’s fury. As first defense she calls forth animals and all manner of plants for protection. As this mild-mannered geomancer she commands more subtle, passive defenses. She can throw bulb bombs, blow plant pollen off flowers to magnified effect, command roots to tear at her enemy, call animals and insects, etc. She can invoke the full wrath of the goddess transforming into the brutal avatar for Gaia. Her true form is something to be feared and respected. When in avatar form many different styles of weapon will be available; vines can be used as whips, different type wood for various stabbing weapons, and various forms of projectiles ranging from acid spit to thorn sprays.
Haven: The Bramble Swamp is the retreat of the Dryad and as such is the source of much of her power. Every new species of plant, animal, or insect introduced into the environment will grant her boons ranging from new abilities to new weapons Ex. Flowers, mushrooms or bulbs for emission bombs, insect mating pairs for the calling of swarms, animals for attaining new instinctual essences, and many others.
Allies: The Dryad’s allies are everywhere. The tree, its roots, the insects, all wildlife carry a strong bond to the avatar. When confronted with memories of a personal nature she finds herself at odds with the surrounding wild and all but a small portion of a diluted reality.
Foes: The foes to Gaia are minimal and of fleeting power until the arrival of the Entity from the future. Not only has the entity carved a place for itself, butit has redoubled the Rune God’s once dwindled influence. Opposition to Gaia is multiplying, as is its resistance.
The Linguist {Were-animals are touched by the Rune God} animagus
Description: Uses runic power to manipulate spiritual energy/essence. Has eternal life due to the rune he has inscribed on his heart. His father, in Faustian fashion, sacrifices his soul to the runic god in order to acquire knowledge and power that is to be transmuted to his only son. Sleek build, chiseled features, aristocratic demeanor mixed with epicurean taste for the rare. Very charming with the ability to bend people to his will with ease. Astute public speaker. Eccentric idiosyncrasies. The ability to absorb the (zeal) of other’s energy to transmute it to the outcomes of his own desires. Possess an aversion to the sun. He can use his manipulative powers to control animals, but only the animals that have suffered detachment from gaia due to mutation. E.g. the bat the wolf, jackel. Ad infinatum.
Haven: The Linguist resides within a castle of gothic proportions. The castle possesses everything from hidden rooms to dungeons. Since the Linguist heavily relies on cloaking his true nature the castle will reflect this. The castle will look to suite the aristocratic nature of his class. The player must always consider how visitors will react to what they see. For instance, a door labeled torture, feeding chamber would raise slight suspicion in the visitors mind. Goes to the markets in secret to make purchases for his experimentations. The absence of reflection in mirrors. To anticipate or react to such oversights the Linguist’s castle will have its own eyes and ears. If any such visitor should voice these suspicions the castle would inform the Linguist and he could handle the situation accordingly.
Allies: Allies are of critical importance to the vampire, whether brainwashed or willing. Loyalty is a major issue in recruits. This is of penultimate import in the recruiting of a carriage driver; otherwise the character may find him self in the middle of a vampire hunter ambush.
Foes: The foes of magic practitioners predominately consist of technology and nature, however magic gives itself much more freely to coexistence. It can exist symbiotically in a forest or within inscribed runes upon a machine. While neither is in direct opposition to magic, conflicting motives can bring stout resistance. The vampire is a devout practitioner of magic and has perverted the true nature of magic to amplify and empower his own appetites. The primary enemies of the vampire are idealists, people who believe that black and white are infallibly written in stone. People believe that the vampire is evil and if his existence is discovered they will attempt to purge the world of his malignant influence forever.
Mad Scientist
Description: Invention gone mad. The Mad Scientist is the typical insane experimenting lunatic scientist. In the opening animation the scientist will be performing an experiment that will have slight side effects. He will transform into a wolf man. Shortly after the scientist will make his way out of his laboratories tower and into the neighboring town. After a violent encounter with the towns’ security he will retreat into the surrounding forest. The player will have several moments amidst the forest wildlife to experiment with this new form. The effect will soon pacify and the character will be able to return to his lab. The character will then be able to touch a journal on a shelf and the outcome and side effects of the aforementioned experiment will be automatically documented. Playing the scientist will show the player the necessity of considering motivation.
Haven: The laboratories of a mad man. The scientist’s experiments will be centered here. The scientist lives in a hamlet with an adjoining tower. The tower will contain various rooms. Some of these rooms will be for experiments, some will be for animal cages, and the top floor will be the main laboratory.
Allies: Allies are different for the scientist. These will mostly be the products of the scientist experimentation. Creating Frankie will be an important goal for the Mad Scientist. Modeled after the mythical Frankenstein this entity will be the professor’s juggernaut of protection. Frankie will give his life for the Mad Scientist and will follow his every command.
Foes: Foes are a little different for the scientist as well. The scientist will start with no enemies and allies. He will create each. He will experiment to create allies and in the process of experimentation will create enemies as well. The town may not listen to the scientist and his rants about the end justifying the means. They may look at the dead bodies of experiments gone awry scattered around his home and think chopping block. He will also gain enemies through “collecting” samples, species to experiment on and technological relics.
The Rune Dissident
Origins: A member of a race long lost and forgotten, the dissident is from a sect known as the “Spoken.” The Spoken honor and worship a dark god named Zarathustra through ritualistic verbal incantations. This oral form of the Rune God’s language is immensely powerful when perfected through practice. At a coming of age ceremony the character misspeaks a key inflection , an action deemed heresy among the tribe. Conjured from thin air, the summoned rune begins to crack and burn. Finally exploding with violent passion in a spray of molten ether, the rune scorches the mark of failure onto his forearm. Several of the ancients fall to their death while new movement is born to those remaining. This dance of dissidence sounds its harmony by convulsing through out the collective. The well-choreographed death-walk comes to life as this coming of age saga brings unexpected death and seperation onto the scene. The young creature now alien to his fathers stands erect in the divide as abomination, heretic, and social pariah. On his body the markings of Zarathustra’s judgement are scribed in indelible ink. Banished forever from his home The Dissident departed under a pale gray sky. His initial education entombed in a cloudy future; the release from scripture his only gift. A somber death glare consumes their eyes as he walks into the expanse beyond cursed by Zarathustra as infidel and blasphemer.
Description: One of the Rune Race. A dark and immortal species lost to the known world for
Haven:
Allies:
Foes:
The Theorist
Description:
Haven:
Allies:
Foes:
Stats and Facts
Annihilate: This will exist as an option that reflects the character’s growing power. The option will be triggered by the arrival of an enemy or enemies of a much weaker status. The player will be able to disable this option at will but when activated the character will tear asunder all opposition. For instance, if twenty or so annoying little goblins decide to attack a well developed vampire, the character will be able to choose between various methods of annihilation.
Pace: The speed at which each character is able to move. This will be especially noticeable when the character is in a combat situation. It will also affect the character’s ability to negotiate distance on the map. Many different quick travel options will exist for the different characters; teleportation options for the artifact, cheetah speed for the mad scientist, bat form for the vampire and underground waterways for the bogman. Velocity will range from one to twenty with various terrains increasing or decreasing movement rate.
Ferocity: While the game tries to avoid the labeling of actions as good or evil decisions made in the game combine to form a character’s temperament. Example: If a character is more motivated to help others than to make decisions promoting self-interest then it stands to reason that killing others may be a problem for the character. Ferocity is a measure of the characters willingness to kill his opponent. A compassionate character may be slightly less likely to decapitate a drunken villager who just punched him in the face. The higher the respect for life the less savage a character will be in battle. At a point near the completion of a battle or defeat of an opponent the character will often have the option to either kill, spare, or capture the enemy. Based upon 20 ranging from +10 to –10. Zero is a sign of indifference and indicates that the character is neither inclined to kill nor inclined to spare life. No penalties or bonuses are allotted in these types of cases. Circumstances can change this reaction in either a positive or negative direction.
Tact: What to say and when to say it. Tact will only affect each character’s speech options.
Battery/Runic Pool: This is a measure of channeling ability. It is how much magic/energy the character has available.
Complacency: The tolerance of opposing forces. This is not so much a stat as an indicator of hostility. The higher the respective meter the more aggressive its agents will be. For example a character with a negative meter rating in invention will be seen as a threat to inventors and if it becomes too extreme assassin bots will be in pursuit. If a character has a negative rating in nature he will fall victim to the countless attacks of every animal, bug, and plant in existence. Actions will go a long way in determining the degree but the choice of character will establish base reaction. It is based on a 20 point rating encompassing +10 to -10.
Black---Hardcopy [Jason & Forrest]
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A New Genre of RPG
A presentation by:
Jason Gaudet
Whatever may come to pass, evil will always exist. Standing in stark contrast against this darkness are the forces of good. This is a story of motivation through characters. The cliché perspective that good and evil are tangible borders to label actions does not apply in the real world and so it will not exist within the confines of this structure. One may feel free to label the actions or inactions of each identity but realize that whatever decisions one chooses for the character has nothing to do with personal perspectives of good and evil. The player must place what is believed to be the self within the character’s mind, sense his/her/or its’ motivation, and act accordingly. Some of the characters have very different perspectives on what good and evil are. In some cases it will not even be an issue. While this lends one over to autonomy and control of destiny in the game-world it also has other implications in the form of consequences. While one may have reason to do certain things, other people and forms of life exist. Feel free to slaughter the lost traveler stumbling onto the scene, but consider the consequences. Consider the karmic retribution that will be exacted in return. Was he just a wanderer, a scout for an army, a king’s messenger; the possibilities are endless. Disclose information about identity or conceal true nature, but consider the repercussions of each choice.
The game is centered upon characters and the struggles that develop as a result of their nature and actions. Game-play will vary greatly, dependent upon which character the player chooses. Initially there will be four unique characters for the player to choose from. These include the following: the Bogman, plantlike creature with an innate connection to nature; the vampire, a magical undead character whose game-play will center around subtle political manipulation and secrecy; the mad scientist, a diabolically insane man whose sole purpose is to achieve biological perfection through ludicrous experimentation; and the artifact, an object of immense power and adaptability which has, through an unanticipated side effect of its creation, achieved sentience.
In many games the player has the ability to create a character with options ranging from race to game-play focus. The stereotypical fighter, mage, thief decision is the prime example in this case. While this allows the player to invent a persona more adaptive to his/her personality and style, it diminishes the experience of role-playing. This game will vary in that the player will become immersed in the nature of the character. It is accomplished by establishing unique characters from which the player will have to choose. Each of these characters has pre-established identities and origin. Through these preconceived forms the player will have to make choices regarding motivation. The vampire may hide his identity until strong enough to face his enemies or may choose to boldly disclose his identity and face the consequences. The bogman may seek his humanity or embrace his new form. The artifact may discern its purpose through assimilation and adaptation or it may seek its creator out of curiosity or anger. The mad scientist may seek immortality and power to protect the world or pervert it to his/her fiendish whims.
To perpetuate and compliment these ideals each character will have a unique habitat. The vampire’s old fame gothic castle, the bogman’s jungle of exotic flora and fauna, the artifact’s factory of assembly and power, and the mad scientists tower of ghastly laboratories. These habitats will be major platforms of game-play and the story will direct itself to this center upon some upgrade, incursion or event at the character’s home.
The game is set in a pre-industrial civilization with strong ties to both the future and past. Magic exists, as does technology. There is also a strong supernatural theme where nature also has a mind of its own. Three powers govern all actions in the universe: Invention, nature and magic. Invention is anything not created though the natural process of evolution and as such it is in direct opposition to Nature. Nature is the unending circle of adaptation, evolution, and survival. Magic is energy. It is the spark of life found in nature and the power in a fusion reactor. Throughout history there has been extensive research into the true nature of magic. The end result of this research was the discovery and translation of a language long hidden, the language of creation itself. By inscribing various incantations in this language energy can be harnessed and manipulated. While this may seem a discovery of immense power and potential, it is not without drawbacks. Inscription is dangerous occupation. The few people who understand the language have studied most of their lives to become fluent. Even a slight misspelling will at the very least kill the inscriber outright if not worse. Invention changes all the rules. Through invention man will achieve a much more efficient and reliable way to harness “magic.”
At the center of the story will be a character named Psychosis, a scientist from the future. While his name suggests otherwise he is quite sane and though many men of genius suffer from dementia Psychosis’ mind remains focused and tempered. Psychosis can sense the language of creation though he cannot yet find the answers he seeks. At age forty an event later coined “the scalping” changed his life as well as the world forever. The cause will remain unknown until the games end, but the event decimated the world as well as Psychosis.
The one thing that saved these few lives was mining. Mining at this time was extremely important. As civilization began to venture into space the minerals used to create stronger, lighter and more sophisticated metals and components were only found deep within the bowels of the planet. To this end, Psychosis supervised the design and construction of an immense mine miles below the surface. Due to the volatility of the surrounding seismic conditions this structure was built with everything needed to sustain the miners indefinitely in the event of a collapse. It contained advanced medical, climatic, research and refining stations as well as sectors devoted to maintaining breathable air, power, water and food.
Technology of this time period was in the main well advanced, but it could do little against the plan of fate. The few who survived were experts from various fields who had been selected to micromanage the individual cells of the mine. Psychosis was one of these survivors. When “the scalping” occurred Psychosis was knocked unconscious, and fell into a deep coma. In the medical facility he was placed in cryogenic stasis until the resources and facilities were available to resuscitate him some three hundred years later. He quickens to find everything he once loved gone in a blaze of half-vivid memories.
The game will be iso-planar and the character model will be three-dimensional in nature. Combat will be turn-based with range, movement, and speed of action all major factors. Combat actions will be very dynamic and the player will get a distinctive feel for the character’s temperament. Within the game a symbiosis will exist between magic, technology and nature. The characters will bear witness to the intricacies of these intertwined forces and the conflicts that arise between them. Throughout the story the player will encounter various instances of strange alliance and conflict. For instance there may be a magical temple within a great tree, or an enchanted machine of destruction. There will be instances in which the forces will vie for control, and instances in which they will cooperate to fight a common foe. The future will be seen in the present, obvious and subtle signs of things to come will exist, and at moments the distant future will seem none to foreign to the conflicts of the past.
Characters: As the game starts the player will be able to choose between four different characters with different goals and motivations. They will be presented in vivid three-dimensional detail with a short description of their motives and abilities. On this same screen there will be two other characters. These two characters will have three-dimensional models. They will be in shadow and unavailable for play until the player completes two of the already available roles for the first and the remaining three for the final. This will guarantee that the player plays through each role until completion. Through each of these campaigns the player will learn more about the game-world and will learn about the previous character’s history and role in the grand scheme of the game, though each one of these characters will be a unique experience unto themselves.
The Artifact
Description: The artifact is a magical item that has through ritual or adaptation become sentient. The artifact starts off as a small floating sphere. It progresses through the game world with one goal, to obtain knowledge and power. As the story unfolds more will be learned about its original creation and purpose. Its powers will increase by scanning and assimilation. It possesses the ability to instantly absorb information from various sources. For instance, if the artifact were to stumble upon an ancient library it may begin to comprehend new languages, new abilities, and new schematics for upgrades. It will also find and build new items and objects such as new legs, arms, weapons, receivers, etc. to incorporate into its corporeal form. In order for the artifact to interact with the (npcs) throughout the game the sphere will be able to create holographic personalities based upon previous encounters. The game will show the sphere floating within the center of the holograph but the npcs will see the image as just another component of society. Another aspect to the artifact is its ability to interface with and adapt to energy and information conduits of all variations. This will allow the artifact to use the devices of antiquity as well as technology from the future.
Stronghold: The artifact will quickly set up a base of operations known as a factory. Within this factory the artifact will begin the assembly of new energy sources and bots. Machines will also be able to establish energy and communication links with the artifact, thus creating power for the artifact in addition to security surveillance for the factory. At any time it will be able to uplink and assess the condition of an assembly project or the current security status. In order to improve and expand the capabilities of the factory, the artifact will need to find design specifications for the various rooms and machines. The orb will feed these instructions into various machines and the machine will give updated information concerning the nature of the design, its purpose and what parts will be needed for the object’s assembly.
Allies: Machines, robots, and automatons will defend the artifact with out variance or dissention until the last core component of its life force is used up. Through design schematics and assembly the artifact will construct bots for defense, escort, and scouting. While loyalty is not an issue faulty designs will exist, and it is entirely possible that once activated the machine may turn on its creator as a result of corrupt internal programming. This can only be avoided through the accumulation of knowledge. The artifact will possess a counter that continually assesses its aptitude for invention interpretation.
Foes: The artifact will be the product of a marriage between both magic and invention, but its’ very creation is an insult and abomination to the laws of nature. It has achieved sentience through the combination of magic and technology and in doing so has created something that was once only possible in nature. The birds and beasts as well as the very plants will seek to tear asunder the artifact’s factory. Through action however the artifact may gain tolerance and in some instances even support from the Gaian forces.
Abilities and Upgrades:
Innate Abilities:
Scrutinize- Instantaneous assimilation of knowledge from various sources.
Holographic Persona- Responsible for interaction with NPC’s. Artifact can manifest personalities based upon fictitious personalities from stories or media in its environment.
Upgrades:
Locomotion: From here to there…
Level 1: Hover- Initial method of transport. Weak hover ability with limited speed and no armor potential.
Level 2: Bipedal- Two legs, with additional speed and stability.
*Invokes weak kick ability.
Level 3: Enchanted Bipedal- Two legs etched with life runes. Upgrades speed, armor, energy pool, needs no repairs, minimal magic/energy absorption.
*Invokes spin kick.
*Invokes jump kick.
Level 4: Quadruped- Four legs, strengthens armor, increased speed on map.
*Invokes pounce.
Level 5: Rune’d Quadruped- Four legs, absorption of critical hits, need not be repaired, improved magic/energy absorption, increased armor.
Level 6: Spider- Very advanced protection against physical and magical/energy attacks at the cost of decreased speed.
*Invokes leg stab blades.
*Invokes wall climb.
Level 6(A): Tank tread- Maximum armor, very slow.
*Invokes artillery attachment capability.
Bracers-Additional supports for either Bipedal or quadruped that enforce armor.
Weapons:
Acidic ball cannon- A launcher propelling golf ball sized spheres of acid.
Chakra cannon- Launches weighted rounded blades.
Laser- Cutting beam, good for locks as well as maiming.
Minor Chemical Flame- Red flamethrower combining volatile chemicals for a short range intense burst.
Minor Magical Flame- Blue flame raging from an inscribed rod.
Magic/Invention Link- Assembly used to combine an invented weapon with a magical weapon.
Plasma Shot Cannon- Energetic particle launcher.
Rail Cannon- A cannon which uses supercharged magnetic fields to propel an aluminum shell to near the speed of light.
Scribbler- A small probe with a chisel, design to disrupt a rune sequence
Shock- Very weak energy/magic attack. Increases in power over time through use and does not diminish magic/energy reservoir.
Stun- Long range system shock attack. Paralyzes enemy for a short amount of time.
Sun Burst cannon- Long range magical fireball launcher.
Telekinetic Burst Emitter- Pushes enemies within the proximity of the artifact away.
Uplinks:
Communication
Shields
Energy
Wave and Energy Channels:
Electromagnetic Wave- Powerful charge destroying, disrupting or crippling all sources of focused energy/magic.
Particle Beam Emitter- Very powerful energy beam with high energy demands.
Radiated Wave- Focuses high density particle radiation along a narrow beam of light.
Ray of Intercept- A small particle beam designed to intercept ballistics.
Shield Generator- Channels energy into a anti-kinetic force field.
Sonic Wave- Emits an ultra high pitched squeal damaging enemies over a triangular shaped area.
Bogman
Description: The bogman is an entity with power over flora. He is a direct descendant of Gaia and entrusted gatekeeper of her realm. The bogman’s abilities stem from his subconscious link with all forms of life. The bogman gains his power from many different sources, including, but not limited to, the ability to absorb different liquids and ingest certain seeds for sustenance and power. Through integrating various attributes from other types of plants the bogman can become quite formidable in combat. Fungus gives the bogman the ability to decay his enemies. The Venus flytrap gives him ability to eat bugs to regain lost health. Vines can be used as whips or ropes, while roots can be used to anchor attacking enemies to the ground. Flowers can produce various pollens for desired effects. Brambles can be manipulated into thorn cannons. Various wood attributes can also be used as weapons such as green vegetation for soft and flexible employment, oak for sturdy more stationary devices, and redwood is used as the most powerful nature the bogman can achieve. He also has the ability to assume many other rare species of fauna. While animals possess more elaborate instinctual tendencies and motivation the bogman is able to call all lower life to his agenda. In addition to plants the bogman possesses control over all species of insect. Also while animals are beyond his control he is able to communicate and request their assistance whenever needed.
Stronghold: The center of the bogman’s life will be a bog or swamp hidden deep within a forest. The bogman will feel comfortable within this environment but in its’ heart a battle is continually being fought. He has memories of what he once was as well as vague impressions of people who he knew and loved. To this end a very sophisticated cavern system will exist below the swamp. It will be very clean with pictures of his family and friends from a forgotten life. While he cannot remember all of their faces they bring him peace and in this peace his humanity finds its strength. While within these subterranean caverns the creature’s instincts will be suppressed and the human within will find some solace from the instinctual rage of the monster inside. While it still maintains a foothold in his mind, this monster lacks the ability to assert and manifest itself openly.
Allies: The bogman’s allies are everywhere. The tree, its roots, the insects, all wildlife carries a strong bond to the creature, however when confronted with memories of humanity the man within will find itself at odds with the surrounding wild.
Foes: The bogman is completely in tune with Gaia, so much so that it will not tolerate any threat, be it magical or invented, toward mother earth. While nature seeks to maintain the balance between life and death, it will not show mercy to those who wish to harm or interfere with the natural course of evolution. Anything invented has the potential to be an enemy but more often than not life tolerates experimentation. It is exploitation that provokes wrath. Legions of automatons as well as vampires, undead, and skeletons will seek out sources of raw material and the bogman will have his hands full until adequate defenses are in place to thwart the everyday incursions of greedy interlopers.
Abilities:
Weapons(Integrated): Ivy Whip
Pine Sword Arm
Thorned Sword Arm
Redwood Sword Arm
Petrified Sword Arm
Bramble Whip
Plant Bulb Bombs:
Poison
Decay
Sleep
Paralyze
Explosive Gas
Vine Net
Breeding Swarms: In breeding swarms the body of the bogman is transformed into a hive of sorts. By obtaining breeding pairs of certain bug species the bogman is able to stimulate their growth and population. In a matter of moments after placing the breeding pair on his body, while in creature form, he will become a habitat for a hive of insects. They may serve several purposes ranging from stimulating healing to attacking threats. When the creature remits to human form the original two bugs return to the character’s inventory and the hive leaves his body.
Bug Types: Scribbler Beetles
Flesh Eating Scarabs
Wasp Swarm
Mending Ants
Salve Aphids
Hornets
Web Spiders
Poison Spiders
Paralysis Spiders
Armor: Bug Carapace: This is a type of large insect has formed a physical symbiotic bond with the bogman. It serves to protect the bogman from harm. It can evolve and adapt based upon repeated assaults. For example, it will be vulnerable to fire in the extreme initially, but after repeatedly being beaten down by the flames it will become stronger with each regenerative cycle.
The Vampire
Description: The Vampire is of eternal fame. It drinks blood and is immortal unless staked, drowned, decapitated, or overexposed to sunlight or crosses. Considerations as a vampire include the purchase of various magically imbued coffins, the seeking of protection during daytime hours, and the maintaining of his secret identity. It has the ability to adapt and possesses the power to counter the aforementioned incursions. A carriage is a must for sanctuary during sunlight travel.
Stronghold: The Vampire resides within a castle of gothic proportions.
The castle possesses everything from hidden rooms to dungeons. Since the vampire heavily relies on cloaking his true nature the castle will reflect this. The castle will look to suite the aristocratic nature of his class. The player must always consider how visitors will react to what they see. For instance, a door labeled torture or feeding chamber would raise slight suspicion in the visitors mind. Another example is obvious clues to the vampires’ true identity; Such as the absence of reflection in mirrors or garlic allergies. To counter these signs the character would have to be careful about his purchases. For instance, the character could buy magical mirrors that have the purpose of reflecting vampire visages or temporary allergy pills. Since vampires are known to exist in the game world these purchase must be made anonymously at the characters great expense. To anticipate or react to such oversights the vampire’s castle will have its own eyes and ears. If any such visitor should voice these suspicions the castle would inform the count and he could handle the situation accordingly.
Allies: Allies are of critical importance to the vampire, whether brainwashed or willing. Loyalty is a major issue in recruits. This is of penultimate import in the recruiting of a carriage driver; otherwise the character may find him self in the middle of a vampire hunter ambush.
Foes: The foes of magic practitioners predominately consist of technology and nature, however magic gives itself much more freely to coexistence. It can exist symbiotically in a forest or within inscribed runes upon a machine. While neither is in direct opposition to magic, conflicting motives can bring stout resistance. The vampire is a devout practitioner of magic and has perverted the true nature of magic to amplify and empower his own appetites. The primary enemies of the vampire are idealists, people who believe that black and white are infallibly written in stone. People believe that the vampire is evil and if his existence is discovered they will attempt to purge the world of his malignant influence forever.
Abilities:
Swords and Techniques:
Spells: Manipulation: Bend others to his will.
Fear: Destroys enemy morale.
Deceit: Outright lie without fail.
Feral Fury: Invokes True Form
Cloak and Dagger- Invokes Mist Form
Disguise-Can mimic NPC’s
Fog-Blinds enemies.
Wolf Summon
Bat Summon
Skeleton Army: number and rank according to level
Passing of Gift: Make other vampires: must consent
Blood Shield
Rune Rip
Shadow Phase: teleport from shadow to shadow
Blood Armor Construct: Cape, Armor, Greaves, Gauntlets, Helmet. Spells can only be cast when runic word has been mastered.
Rune Bomb: Inscribes a marble with a flawed rune of power.
Scribbler Bats
Forms: Magical Werewolf
Abilities: Leap Long Range: grid to grid jump
Rage Combat: stat increase.
Ingest: Eat weak enemies alive.
Bat: In retreat or travel.
Mist Form: used in hiding.
True Form: true nature of vampirism, overwhelming bloodlust; Form achieved through extreme aggravation for the purpose of annihilation.
Capes: Cutting Cape: Cloak can stab and cut.
Rune Cape: Stat boosts, magical shield
Cape of Diffusion: Absorbs enemies’ whole
Sentient Cape: Cape can learn, adapt
Paladin Cape: Character appears well to do.
Fury Cape: Endless Werewolf form.
Mad Scientist
Description: Invention gone mad. The Mad Scientist
is the typical insane experimenting lunatic scientist. In the opening animation the scientist will be performing an experiment that will have slight side effects. He will transform into a wolf man. Shortly after the scientist will make his way out of his laboratories tower and into the neighboring town. After a violent encounter with the towns’ security he will retreat into the surrounding forest. The player will have several moments amidst the forest wildlife to experiment with this new form. The effect will soon pacify and the character will be able to return to his lab. The character will then be able to touch a journal on a shelf and the outcome and side effects of the aforementioned experiment will be automatically documented. Playing the scientist will show the player the necessity of considering motivation.
Stronghold: The laboratories of a mad man. The scientist’s experiments will be centered here. The scientist lives in a hamlet with an adjoining tower. The tower will contain various rooms. Some of these rooms will be for experiments, some will be for animal cages, and the top floor will be the main laboratory.
Allies: Allies are different for the scientist. These will mostly be the products of the scientist experimentation. Creating Frankie will be an important goal for the Mad Scientist. Modeled after the mythical Frankenstein this entity will be the professor’s juggernaut of protection. Frankie will give his life for the Mad Scientist
and will follow his every command.
Foes: Foes are a little different for the scientist as well. The scientist will start with no enemies and allies. He will create each. He will experiment to create allies and in the process of experimentation will create enemies as well. The town may not listen to the scientist and his rants about the end justifying the means. They may look at the dead bodies of experiments gone awry scattered around his home and think chopping block. He will also gain enemies through “collecting” samples, species to experiment on and technological relics.
Abilities and Experiments:
Experiments:
Evolutionary Potions: All of the successful elements in each completed experiment are finally put to the test on the scientist. These potions are initially meant to restore all he has lost with age. Effects range from acute senses, to more energy, to better muscle tone. Eventually the scientist will find ways to stop aging dead in its tracks.
Morphing: By taking various potions the scientist can temporarily change his form. He then gains various strengths and attributes consistent with the new form.
Were Forms
Wolf
Tiger
Bear
Gorilla
Devil: variation on the Tasmanian mammal.
Composite Companions: These are the successful end result of some of the scientists’ experiments.
Griffon: Eagle and Lion.
Chimera: Cobra, Panther, and Vulture.
Dragon: Alligator, Flame. Anaconda Titan Python, Acid Monitor.
Frankie: Ultimate Juggernaut.
Stats and Facts
Annihilate: This will exist as an option that reflects the character’s growing power. The option will be triggered by the arrival of an enemy or enemies of a much weaker status. The player will be able to disable this option at will but when activated the character will tear asunder all opposition. For instance, if twenty or so annoying little goblins decide to attack a well developed vampire, the character will be able to choose between various methods of annihilation.
Pace: The speed at which each character is able to move. This will be especially noticeable when the character is in a combat situation. It will also affect the character’s ability to negotiate distance on the map. Many different quick travel options will exist for the different characters; teleportation options for the artifact, cheetah speed for the mad scientist, bat form for the vampire and underground waterways for the bogman. Velocity will range from one to twenty with various terrains increasing or decreasing movement rate.
Ferocity: While the game tries to avoid the labeling of actions as good or evil decisions made in the game combine to form a character’s temperament. Example: If a character is more motivated to help others than to make decisions promoting self-interest then it stands to reason that killing others may be a problem for the character. Ferocity is a measure of the characters willingness to kill his opponent. A compassionate character may be slightly less likely to decapitate a drunken villager who just punched him in the face. The higher the respect for life the less savage a character will be in battle. At a point near the completion of a battle or defeat of an opponent the character will often have the option to either kill, spare, or capture the enemy. Based upon 20 ranging from +10 to –10. Zero is a sign of indifference and indicates that the character is neither inclined to kill nor inclined to spare life. No penalties or bonuses are allotted in these types of cases. Circumstances can change this reaction in either a positive or negative direction.
Tact: What to say and when to say it. Tact will only affect each character’s speech options.
Battery/Runic Pool: This is a measure of channeling ability. It is how much magic/energy the character has available.
Complacency: The tolerance of opposing forces. This is not so much a stat as an indicator of hostility. The higher the respective meter the more aggressive its agents will be. For example a character with a negative meter rating in invention will be seen as a threat to inventors and if it becomes too extreme assassin bots will be in pursuit. If a character has a negative rating in nature he will fall victim to the countless attacks of every animal, bug, and plant in existence. Actions will go a long way in determining the degree but the choice of character will establish base reaction. It is based on a 20 point rating encompassing +10 to -10.
As stories go…
Psychosis
Psychosis will be one of two playable hidden characters within the game. In many ways Psychosis’ story could be seen as the games’ keystone. His story will start with a cinematic accompanied by a spoken narration of his initial arrival in the pre-industrial time period via a time portal. Through playing Psychosis the player will gain foresight into an event that will occur in the near future. The player may have already gained some insight into the nature of the event through playing the other characters’ but this will illuminate the planet’s fate. Once the initial narration ends the character will begin play as Psychosis. Unlike the other characters, Psychosis is not native to the time period and thus his ideas and technology are quite bizarre to the natives. Psychosis also has a completely different subset of technology. In his time period fusion, nanotechnology, plasma, and laser devices as well as various other high technology are commonplace.
This is a story in the past that begins in the future. The planet of Hesitant, once home to millions, has now been scalped. The atmospheric skin that once protected the skeletal terra has been lifted on wings of fire. Without the atmosphere to maintain breathable air the planet has lost all semblance of life on the surface. All hope is not lost. Technology has stepped in and allowed life to avoid extinction. What is left of civilization has congregated into the infrastructure of an immense system of tunnels deep within the planet. The process of adaptation has begun. It is often said that time heals all wounds. This story is no different. Hesitant is slowly beginning to forgive its children of their misgivings and plans are underway to revitalize the planet’s skin. Through cooperative efforts the races have formulated a plan to reabsorb enough elements to again establish the atmosphere. This will be accomplished through a process called “comet catching.” Despite the progress of the world around them many find it hard to accept the loss of their families and homes. The technology prior to the scalping was such that nearly all those retreating to the caverns were saved. To this day many of the inhabitants have endured a degree of pain and hardship that has festered over the three hundred plus years of their lifetimes.
The degree of pain cannot adequately be explained, the pain of living all this time with the memory of your life, your home, your family, your friends, and your world reduced to ashes and memories of ashes. While many have absorbed and dealt with the pain of their past, others have used their long life to dwell upon the event allowing the seared images to consume them. They refuse to accept the progress of the present and are clinging to the visage of their culture long lost. One such person with gifts unmatched has died a thousand deaths since the scalping. A scientist by the name of Psychosis, brilliant beyond the cage of the normal intellectual scope, has relived the disaster every day of his life. While the world continues to evolve and adapt, Psychosis has sought a way to undo the damage done. A project three hundred years in the making has left him an old estranged man and the council of the new world denies him every resource to complete his experiment. In his madness he has found the necessary energy to trigger a temporal-flux drive; the one machine that will right the wrong; the machine to rip time’s crimes away from his mind and restore his home, his life, his love. He will use the hope of the present to destroy the world of lies and rekindle the flame of his world long since extinguished.
The doctor is not alone in his madness, and throughout time he has rallied those who would not simply place the past on a shelf. Over fifty of his followers have devoted their lives to his cause, and have dreamed of the day when his plan will reach fruition. Today their wish is granted in death, sacrifice, and pain.
It is the day of the comet catcher. The artificial gravity well will draw thousands of pre-selected comets and meteors to the surface of Hesitant where they will be disintegrated and assimilated into the planet’s own gravity. The end result will be the beginning of a surface world anew. The energy needed to fuel this attempt has been accumulated over time in large batteries the size of small towns. This is the source of energy Psychosis needs to navigate time itself. Just one of these batteries will supply more than enough power to rip a tear in the space-time continuum.
In an animated sequence the time-terrorists will succeed and the time portal will pull the battery as well as the terrorists back in time. Along with these terrorists, weapons and technology chosen by Psychosis will follow. In the past Psychosis will succeed in erecting a modern marvel in an ancient world. A fortress of technology at ends with nature. The battery will provide unlimited energy for Psychosis’ campaigns into this none-too-foreign world. He plans to erect a stronghold and investigate the cause of the scalping in order to perpetuate its prevention. Soon enough Psychosis will learn that the technology from the future will only allow him to compete in this world not to dominate. There are forces that are at present entrenched. He will soon find that the surrounding forest is not hospitable and armies of enchanted ancient machinery are more than a match for his energy weapons and shields.
The army of high technology begins its march on the nearest town but not unnoticed. While traversing a forest en route the army is attacked by the trees themselves. Though remnants of the army escape to the other side, the army is horribly worse for wear. Many machines were entangled and dissolved by the trees. Others were torn to pieces by supernatural beasts of untold horror and savagery. Though the army has been thinned to a considerable degree Psychosis commands them to march on. In time the army reaches the town. A small, mechanized probe floats over the towns’ walls on a wave of magical energy. It is immediately targeted and destroyed by a plasma blast from the frustrated army of Psychosis. As the march continues, a gargantuan automaton exits the town and stands before Psychosis’ army. The automaton stands twenty feet tall and fifteen feet wide. It has clearly discernable gears and a slipshod, makeshift appearance. Readily apparent on this mechanical beast is a series of runes. So elaborate are these runes that one would believe that a story sets transcribed on its’ body. Each shot fired seems to diffuse into the runes, and as the assault continues they begin to glow with blue fire. Another resonance is present within this moment and it is no longer the hum of high technology, it is the synchronous melody of magical energy and mechanical friction. The automaton leans forward and a large assembly of gears and pulleys push a large cannon out of the machines back and in line with the high tech legion. A series of runes rotate rapidly around the length of the cylindrical cannon and in a moment later light waves of magical energy ripple through Psychosis’ ranks. Several moments pass before the impenetrable armor of the futuristic arsenal liquefies into pools of mercurial goo.
Count Vladimyr
Many stories speak of courageous knights and honorable combat. In reality the most effective knights were often the most brutal. It is doubtful that the defeated and maimed victims would speak of the knight’s courage and honor. It is now time for a lesson in reality. Knights kill. Whatever their manners, their gallantry, or their chivalric demeanor knights are the enforcers of their kingdoms will. They are minions. This is a story of one such knight.
Vladimyr was a knight through to the marrow of his bone. He fought with passion and purpose striking down all who threatened or opposed his kingdom, his home. He was savage on the battlefield. With blind eyes he followed every order believing the greater good was being served. The reality was that there was no true evil in the land, just a difference of opinion. The council thought they should possess more land and the residents of the besieged kingdom believed otherwise. Vladimyr was far from sophomoric in wisdom, quite the opposite he learned quickly, he read often, and had an affinity for various languages. The problem lied not in his intelligence but in his trust of morality. He believed his kingdom, his home to be the bastion of hope for all its’ people. He spent many nights staring at the white towers against the darkness of the night. In the castles’ beauty he found a sense of obligation to the cause of good no matter the cost.
While the council itself did not approve of this decision (what decision?) the people would not relinquish their insistence. They believed that he would bring the will of the people to the council. Once a council member Vladimyr attempted to promote the people’s interest to no avail. Every suggestion, every effort, and every good intention was voted down by politicians who were not concerned with the welfare of the common citizen rather they were more concerned with lining there own coffers with decadence assuring their own political stability. But Vladimyr was wise and through his vision he adapted to the environment. As a knight of the realm Vladimyr was a man of action over words but as a politician Vladimyr came to know the importance of discrepancy and the absolute necessity of deceit. He adapted to the nature of individual members, learned their interests, listened to their agendas, and exploited their weaknesses.
Despite these forays into political lifehis years in the council were suspiciously unproductive. Larger threats always seemed just over the horizon when the conversation turned to the people’s needs. In all his wisdom he failed in the art of deception and while he saw the practicality of this deceit he hated himself for bowing to it. He hated his fellow body politic for their corruption. In old age Vladimyr’s values had become more intense and his attitude toward the lies of his fellow council members more judgmental and piercing. From the count’s perspective it was the politicians’ inability to invoke order that allowed evil to manifest itself in the land. As the cause they became the greater evil, and in so doing the council earned his wrath. After his many years of service Vladimyr rebuked them. He openly assaulted the council with accusations of treachery. His accusations fail on deaf ears. His days of knighthood had long since passed and though he had made every effort to restore honor to the council the people had witnessed little to establish his good will. Good intentions as a politician are no substitute for action. Fearing he could do little to incite support, the count retired to his home.
Despite his age the council had much to lose. They feared the count had insight into the true nature of their agendas. In their greed and fear they sought to strike at the count before he could move against them. The Count lived in a stronghold just outside the capital. He owned land, had servants but insisted upon no visitors of any kind. He felt alone and planned to live until his death in isolation. One night he heard a woman screaming from outside the castle wall. The wailing reverberated in his mind and with all haste he rushed to the call of this maiden in distress. He took up sword, dawned his rune’d armor and stormed from the castle to find his fiefdom lit ablaze. A woman entered his field of vision; her clothing ripped and burned, her face drowning in tears and pain. Her eyes told the story of innocence and purity betrayed. It was obvious she had been ravaged, but by whom did not matter. In that very moment the aged count regained his fire. He kneeled beside her, took her hand, and vowed never to forget his obligation as a protector. He knew in that moment that he must assume power over the realm to cleanse it of its’ corruption. It was in that defining moment that he was disrupted by four assassins closing in behind him. While aged the count turned about to face the onslaught and in a display of ferocity tore asunder the soft flesh of opposition.
The Bond
The count knew death was walking near, but he also knew that he must survive to protect all that was innocent in the world. He must find a way to restore his youth and procure the time needed to purge the kingdom of evil. The answer was found in a forest rumored to contain an ancient savage power. There had been stories circulating in the kingdom about people seeking this power. The majority of these stories ended in tragedy. There was also rumor that many had been granted this power only to embrace its dark penetrating nature. The count entertained no ideas about the evil or good of the object but he knew that to protect the people he must regain what was lost with time. After a long and perilous journey...
Story/Cinematics [Prototype Ideas]
Mad Scientist
Opening Cinematic
In the opening animation the scientist will be performing an experiment that will have slight side effects, mainly his transformation into a wolf man. Shortly after which the scientist will make his way out of his laboratories tower and into the neighboring town. After a violent encounter with the towns’ security a guard is left dead with one other maimed. The maimed guard escapes to tell the terrifying tale and an investigation is begun as to the nature of the attack.
After the attack the scientist will retreat in the forest of his home and the wolf form will pacify leaving the scientist disoriented and confused. While he does not remember the violence of the encounter he is very familiar with the rush of the entire experience. The adrenaline pulsing through his veins is a vivid reminder of a fervor long lost with his youth and he can’t help but be optimistic about continuing his research.
Returning to the lab the scientist records the results of his experiment, along with any obvious side effects, its benefits and detriments, possible avenues of further research, and post-experiment emotional and physical status.
As Stories Go…
The specifics of Tobias’ ascent within the scientific community are inconsequential. His fall better illustrates the true nature of his character than any prior accomplishments. Tobias is motivated, capable, and quite possibly the most intelligent being in existence. His genius could best be described as mastery of philosophical reasoning and not as innate scientific genius. He has an in depth understanding of theoretical science, but his theories are much too radical and potentially dangerous for the scientific community’s acceptance.
Along these lines a problem began to develop. As his ideas became more developed so did resistance to them. His ideas were so far beyond practicality that morality would not allow them to be tested. The scientific community has very intense regulation for humane experimentation regarding all test subjects and without risky and unorthodox testing it would be unlikely for Tobias to see the fruition of any of his work within his lifetime. Reasoning that the ends justified the means and that the needs of the many must take precedence over a few guinea pigs Tobias began a series of experiments focusing upon making the human form more resilient to the perils of life and the inevitability of deterioration.
In the third paragraph under “Count Vladamyr” you talk about a decision…what decision…it is unclear…
Tobias also…where did this character come from? I might have missed it…Is this just a name change from psychosis to Tobias?
Also highlighted in red…this is repeated in the description of the mad scientist…is this intentional to brainstorm for the opening?
The Quadra of Masks
Four masks interlocked in dreadful stare
Observation changing all before
Entangled weave of gazes entwined
To make all, that once was not,
Now there
Four masks encaged in pained haunt
To build, To burn, To act, To plan
A raging storm with no end or halt
The vortex spiral of dreamland
Four masks making haste to plan all fate
Fighting for a secure place in the abyss
Longing to fill a thirst they cannot sate
Creating chaos
A black blanket stretches beyond all thought. From some omniscient perspective a point of interest garners attention, four shackled masks in the barren ebony chasm. Closer inspection of this enigma reveals the diversity of each and plaques beneath each one, respectively. One nervous and shaking, the face of a paranoid obsessed labeled Control. The second sleek and composed, the guise of a starved villain inscribed below as Entropy. The next stout and strong in features, defiant and vain etched below as Forge. The fourth and final mask was marked as with the others and called Fracture.
A catalyst to all things known, it was four abstracts competing which sowed the seeds of time.
From these seeds a spire erupted in the void, a towering twisted vortex ripping the abyss asunder. All within a spark the convergence of opposing wills brought dynamic action and content to what was once blissfully shallow and silent. Before isolated, now intrigued by the creation before them. The breath of each Mask twisted by another forming a great tower standing in stark contrast against a never ending black stage. The culmination of this maelstrom was a new essence floating adrift in the universe searching for its place. As the wills before them entangled a play unraveled before them, a dance of timid infancy.
It was conflict that created these new shapes. Chaos tore at the bonds of control. The light of creation flickered in defiant hope against all efforts to distinguish it. Each new child a hybrid of will and purpose treading in the tumult to survive. The ascending amount of progeny danced before their sires and for eons never ceased to entertain. Then at a sudden jolt the dance stopped. Whether it was the void’s will at work or the equation, long since created, balancing itself out the Masks did not know. For a moment all was still…
It was in that moment that something miraculous took place. The Masks were not at first aware, they were to concerned about the intermission before them. But there it was, hidden in the depths of the spire, a small planetoid with a system of independent motion. It was the single source of movement in the universe. Captivated, all dynamics save this one, ceased. With the halt of interaction the Quadra looked on breathless. It was only through the torrent of the spire that the void was kept at bay. Now after eons of guidance it threatened to unravel before them. And yet…it didn’t. This single stalwart system kept the dark eternity in shackles.
The Mask of Forge
Forge is the rage of creation and the temperance of those that would endure. The furnace of all matter and energy, forge takes the most basic of forms and expands upon them. Striving toward a perfection of stability and sparking the spire’s cultivation in the void of the abyss. It is the one force in existence that provokes the endurance of being and resist the spurn of degradation. The Mask of Forge stokes the flame of existence. Always eager to seek out new form and nurture it through infancy. As with the other three, it possesses no bias or inclination toward what sentient minds call morality. It matters not the nature of a new idea or form. Hate, love, death, life, pain and bliss are all equal interests in its smelter.
The Mask of Entropy
Entropy is nemesis of the Forge. For every item or idea made strong, Entropy is the test of its solidity, either metaphorically or literally. To decay the very essence of all things striving for existence is its task. It functions in many ways comparable to Forge. In a lot of ways it is responsible for evolution, destroying that which is temperamental or limited. However in most circumstance entropy is the force of simplification. Where as the Forge cultivates and complicates, Entropy attempts to revert all existence to the tranquility of silence inherent in simplicity. Envision creation as a mountain stretching far and vast. Entropy is the instigator of the avalanche that breaks lose all destabilized elements.
The Mask of Order
Order and Fracture are catalysts for the actions of Forge and Entropy. Responsible for the severity or necessity of either force, they are completely different in their individual motivations. The Mask of Order would have all forms and actions deliberate for the goal of control and predictability. There is safety in order. Always knowing that the spire’s survival will be maintained. Always dwelling on fear of the unknown, but also as a positive force instilling purpose and guidance.
Knowledge is also in Order’s realm of influence. The idealistic catalogue of all action and event filed away for all time. Imagined charts and graphs of probability longing always and forever, longing for the eyes of a seer. Order is slave to linear time and as such is never comfortable in the moment. Ironically enough order is not a composed or relaxed entity.
The Mask of Fracture
Fracture is instantaneous and unpredictable action. It is the small crack in the glass that cascades throughout the window, racing in fervor toward variant beauty. With abstraction the tempest of the cosmos is made volatile. Unpredictability exists in any moment of Order’s weakness, or Fracture’s strength. purpose is nowhere to be found and made in a moment unaffected by the need to create, destroy, or accomplish. Instinct is responsible for beauty in the universe. It gives flame its erratic nature, causes errant and unpredictable action, and brings forth individuality to all entities and objects.
Fracture is the voice of wisdom in the Quadra, for it knows no future. It embraces the unpredictable aspect of every moment and feeds upon it. It is the heart of the unknown, denying form but embracing potential.
The Gathered Storm
With the pieces in play all the stage is set for a drama of epic quality. The guiding interest of the Masks and the formation of the Gods to come, mark the advent of a great story to be told. Characters of great variation and attraction exhibit potential derived both directly and indirectly from the influence of the masks.
All these abstracts and all these ideas are completely hollow and stagnant without each other. What is cultivation without purpose or ruin without a subject to writhe? What is cultivation without abstraction or purpose without action? Each one of these wills coalesce to form forceful and quickened form.
The other forces must work in tandem for there to be room, reason, and action for all life and being. Without the other forces the face of cultivate would be no more than an abstraction, a pointless idea floating aloft in the void of space. There are three inherent phases since the creation of linear time that have warranted significant interest.
The first of which is energy.
The second milestone was the advent of life.
The third point of interest within our focused time span is sentience.
Instinct however is something entirely different. If creation and destruction form human morality then instinct concerns our needs and desires without consideration of consequence. It is the thoughtless, formless randomness in the scheme of all things and the ceaseless desire to fulfill immediacies in life. It holds no conception of morality, path, or end result. It is a moment in which an urge is embraced rather than repressed.
Purpose is the structure for all existence. It is the reason why parts are arranged in a particular order or combination and the reason for why they exist in the first place. If cultivate and ruin are the dance of existence then purpose is the music playing. Far from the need to create or destroy, purpose sees all action as merely a means to accomplish its goal, whatever it may be at the time. Purpose is an elusive thing to grasp because most often it is only recognizable after its influence. A subtle guide asserting influence in order to perpetuate its vision, purpose is a passive but present motivator.
The mind is quite the bastion of potential for Purpose. In many ways it feeds off the others. It coerces Instinct into specific action, bends destruction to subtle action, and gives meaning to cultivation
For the few omniscient in nature the universe is envisioned as a towering spiral of linear time, the one form in the void encompassing all that is known as existence. It guides itself through time and space, grasping at some elusive and intangible goal. The tip of the drill is always one of three essences and its axis is purpose. The raging war of wills fight for pioneer influence on each new point in space-time.
Rip asunder the bliss of the void. The essences of impulse,
If all of existence were a wheel and time the hub, then purpose, creation, destruction and instinct are the spokes. With these four abstracts, all ideas in the universe are given form and each component created through their cooperation or confrontation.
Destruction and creation are the counter weights in the balance of all things. They sow harmony in existence by keeping all opposing forces in check. If ever the scales should tip to upset the tentative concoction of the cosmos, an event is conjured for the respective need albeit it destructive or constructive. It is in this way all things revitalized, reallocated, and replenished. In beings of sentience these opposing but equal forces are voices, compelling each ethical entity toward the fulfillment of perceived good or evil action. These qualities transcend the random chaos and whims of instinct to consider repercussion.
The nature of all things is defined among these 4 spirits, no matter how abstracted or thought out. Sometimes entwined in elegant motion while at others locked in pained submission, the harmony and dissonance of all things fall within their influence.
Ruin is to cause to fall to pieces or decay. A star collapsing or a violent vortex, it comes in all forms and shapes in sizes. It is active as fire on fuel or passive as sand abrading stone. Its role in the universe is purification, a cleansing of all that is weak, impure, or out of place. In any system it focuses on filtering all that is flawed, its nature is not content to be confined within a system. Its aggression toward change is prominent. Always seeking new forms to attack and test, Ruin is much more energetic in nature than Cultivate. It is one of the principle guiding forces in evolution and adaptation. Seeking purity in essence through the taxing of form.
Just as each other face finds its role into psyche, so to does Ruin. It too exploits the presence of the others in sentient minds. Taking need to create and manipulating it into thinking something must first be destroyed. Twisting instinct into something carnal and unrelenting. Bending purpose toward villainous selfish exploit. In this way many new facets are born. Each new facet from ruin testing and distilling the waters on the ocean of thought. Not just content to purify, ruin also exist in its purest base influence, to destroy and raze for the shear bliss of entertainment. There is no mistake that no matter its benefit, ruin is a force of sadistic malcontent.
Champions of Sentience-(this name sucks-it is reminiscent of feces)
Chapter One: Spokes of Creation (Essence)……………………………..20 pgs
Eternal Spirit of Purposes
Eternal Spirit of Instinct
Eternal Spirit of Ruin
Eternal Spirit of Cultivate
Chapter Two: Life Essence + Belief = Reality…Cogito Ergo Sum……….30 pgs
Linear Time
The Three Epochs
Age of the Runes
The Rise of Spirit
The Awakening of Detachment
Chapter Three: Birth of the Temporal Gods (Belief)…………..20pgs
Asimov
Gaia
Zarathustra
Chapter Four: The Time Abstract
Chapter Five: Contemporary Society………………………………..50pgs
Pure Influence
1. Ruin – (City Name)
Cultivate – (City Name)
Purpose – (City Name)
Instinct – (City Name)
Hybrid Influence
Purpose + Instinct = Needs (content)
Purpose + Ruin = Deconstruction (economic people)
Purpose + Cultivate = Construction (United Nations)
Instinct + Ruin = Carnal Impulse (Pure Evil)
Instinct + Cultivate = Compassion
C. Amalgamation
Purpose + Instinct + White Karma = (City Name)
Purpose + Instinct + Black Karma = (City Name)
Chapter Six: The Champions of Sentience……………………..30 pgs
Extensions of Gods
Gaian(Instinct) = The Dryad
Zarathustrian(Karmic) = The Rune Dissident
Asmovian(Purpose) = The Theorist
Personic Diversity of Spirits
Karma + Instinct = The Linguist
Instinct + Purpose = The Mad Scientist
Karma + Purpose = The Artifact
VII. Chapter Seven: The Scalping…………………………………..20 pgs
Conception
Asimovian Pact
Fruition
Gaia’s Revolution(Comet Catcher)
Chapter Eight: The Theorist’s Temporal Voyage………………20 pgs
(The Time Line Will be used for the “engine” of the novel)
Coma Quickening
Flashback to Normalcy
The Divergence
Asimov
The Theorist
Possible Chapter: “From the Scalping to the Shane”
The Mad Scientist
Roger Primrose
From the hands of strange children march the flames and flares
that will carry my creation to it’s final home. Their celluloid black and
white dances. Their pride held in numbers of horses, handfuls of busted
nails, and small white rocks that are crushed up by large metallic
machines with their huge grinding teeth. These machines turning,
spinning mad together like the gears of an angry clock. These machines
that churn out these rocks, white-hot from a half sick sun. These dullard
children that dance around in their societies. They are trapped. Trapped I
say in multiple systems of weakness, just rocking back and forth like a
guilty pendulum waiting for its opportunity to slice open the strings of sanity.
I will be there god and they will be my people. I will cause them to
keep their appointments while breathing. I will cause the to keep their
appointments long after breathing has ceased. These colorful
buildings housing these colorful hearts that hide their blackened
agendas. I will dissect them all and pin them down to my tables and they
will know whose name is fire. They will know my freedom. The masonic
works that are erected with their hands will melt in my presence. Time
will eat it’s own casing. The very shell that causes the sun to throw down
its light to an Earth full-blown with disease will worship me. I will give
them eyes hungry enough to drink in the fullness of the apocalypse. In
the chambers of my house will I keep them saddled dumb by force. In
prison palaces of the future I will silence the wicked in darkness.
At that moment Primrose fell to the ground convulsing, foaming at
the mouth. His nurse quickly arose from the shadows of the dimly lit
laboratory to administer his injection. When he came to the menace had
left his voice and eyes. His face was as that of a playful child. The drug
he needed coursed through his veins with intended purpose to soothe a
tormented mind that would one day collapse in such a way that the
whole world would be witness to its transformation.
In a deluge Primrose walked out into the surrounding forest
disoriented and cowering wishing his thoughts of what had just taken
place to be thrown into a pit prepared for the dead. These thoughts
assaulting his frail mind Like cupidis lunatics that dance with fever in the
streets,
Dancing with blank faces; marching, arms locked at the ends, hand in
hand marching deathless these thoughts race with penetrating
accusation across his mind. Walking lost, he hid in the shallow salt brine
shadows by the edge of the stream attempting to separate each previous
moment one from another. Trying to compartmentalize them, trying to
bind them. If these moments are not bound and have the chance to
reproduce in cancer-virus fashion the final state will be darker than the
beginning. With each new copy, with each new revolution of similar
events these thoughts will grow more and more confused until action is
caused to manifest itself as the newest child of a demented malaze. He
can not allow this deviant action to begin its cycle again. There must be
some sort of breach to this pre-pcychotic break.
Morphic resonance passing its tumors of remembrance of my
broken mind. How can I take knowledge and grow from these faceless
holograms of repentence and mischief. No longer will I be trapped in this
judgement review weeping at three-dimensional films shown to me
under these incomplete shadows. As a being of light refusing, I must be
force-fed the viewing with no defense at my disposal. Flowers burning
bright in the eyes of those who supplanted me with exile. I will leave my
imprints on their hollow minds. Faithless mortals coiled around superficial
erections that are able to save nothing. They will despair every moment
at the weapons I will create that will derail their misunderstood fortune
soldiers. I will form the tribunal of carnal diligence using left over redactor
models that will fly upon the wings of the beasts that I shall create to
shatter the robots of paradise. It has taken me again resistance is not an
option. This alter is stronger than I am.
“Embrace me”. Deep screams to deep creams to deep. My head
is eaten up with holophonic sound. “Call on the eaters of the dead.
They dance silent, unseen in the city street. Come with me.”
If in a moment one could define the character of a hero what would it be? A noble act, a selfless deed, an act of sacrifice? If in a moment I could define a hero I would say beyond doubt that I know of only two, their names; Jonas and Bear. Though I can say in earnest that there are many who would disagree.
To illustrate the subjective nature of their deeds I give to you a story. A grand tale of bitter-sweet delight ,pain and joy, challenge and triumph. It is indeed a story for the introspect that requires one to look inside to see if they are capable of sitting in judgement.
It was a dismal winter. Snow fell as a wave upon the shore, the grains of sand beneath; our heroes. Closer inspection reveals the eyes upon these grains, peering just above a bank in the white. Floating, their eyes drift to and fro, searching the mass for some indication of weakness in the ranks of the soldiers above.
Jonas what the hell are we doing here?
You know good and well why we are here Bear, I dare ask why you even fathom such a question.
Well my first doubt has arisen Jonas. I just don't see the point of this plan. To die in a blaze of futile glory is not what I had envisioned for the moment of my death.
What other way would you have it? Seeing your grandchildren visit you in pain and sadness as you suffer needless in bed. To watch from a clear mind as the body is ravaged by age in front of your eyes. Your corporeal self consumed as you sit helpless and humbled?
Well no Jonas. But what else would you have me do? Die here today...A tragedy unknown to all but those who see the fall.
Who is talking about dying Bear? Is there ever a moment when you don't find pessimism laced in all things.
“Trembling with that reconstruction and fear of love.”
1/17/01---We were all gathered for grandma’s parting and my mother was talking to her. I distinctly remember her voice in the back room of my mother’s former home. It scared me a little so I came home from mark’s at 310 in the morning. At the gathering my father was drunk and fell off the top of the house and down into a riveen. I jumped off of the house to save him and my sister was yelling with terror in her voice. He got out of the riveen claiming that he was just fine. The attention of the dream then shifted to a teddy bear that was sitting on the porch that was made out of ground beef. I asked if I could put it on the grill but my uncle joe seem to think that would not be a good idea. His eyes did not seem to be his own.
11/9/01—I am currently on the third day of a fast with only water and juices. I had a wonderful lucid dream this morning after I had already awoken for the first time. Then I went back to sleep and had a flying dream it was awesome. Some sort of bull dozer was outside my residence window and it was about to smash it in. I jumped up into the spoon of the machine and began crawling around inside trying to stop it from accomplishing its goal. This is the point where the dream became lucid because I made a conscious effort to grab a certain part of the spoon. So there I am in the dream. I realize that I am dreaming and totally loose interest in the bull dozer. Mt attention then focusses on a male figure in the woods by my “dream” home. It is someone who I am aquainted with but do not know on that personal of a level. He seems to be in some sort of trouble and he seems a bit malicious in nature so this is the point where I fly away.
In flight I look down to discover that I am flying over a house I previously lived in, in Denton TX. The house with ben jacki and paul, but the house is set apart with no surrounding houses insight, just lots of hills. I flew twice in this dream.
The second time was over the house again and again it was a conscious effort to do so, but the 2nd time I flew directly between a set of power lines which startled me, but not to bad. I began to ascend very high into the air. Then started to think about the rapture and Jesus. I got a little higher then fell to the ground unscared to hit it because I knew it was a dream. I then ended up in an arcade and the dream was no longer lucid. I was with a girl of juvenile mentality who said she was going to miss me, and that she would no longer have a companion to watch her favorite cartoon with: Scooby Doo. I told her I had to go and the dream was over.
This dream leads me to believe that lucidity is a cycle. First the dream must start. Then the realization occurs. The lucid factor is lived through then the cycle ends in a banal dream where the dreamer is no longer in control. I have never awakened straight from a lucid dream into this reality. The cycle has always been present. I just realized this today. A simple concept really, I just realized it none the less.
after this I had another dream that I was at hsbc and ofcourse there was tons of food…mallory morrison was there and he gave me a plate which was going to be my first meat meal after a year without eating meat…which will be on 01/01/04…it was a dove sandwhich…I ate it…then 2-pac started singing gospel songs as I went out the back door of the church…the dream ended
gurus in drag
they sit and stare at the patrons
that frequent the soma bars near
McDougals Chinese Shoes
On the corner of brazos and old spanish train
The elevator that could be seen from
Moticello was on fire with good jazz
All the marks of trouble where
imprinted on the night
stoned brilliant
like leaves racing across scarred concrete
thoughts one by one marched over the minds
of the freshly intoxicated somites
their hot minds jumping from one
magical moment to the next
a freedom sequestered
quarantined in a gentle chaos
subdued by neon lights and gin
angel trash these men chained to their small dreams
these spirit fire white island minds
in service to the soma king
indeed there is a devil in the white city tonight
death lurking somewhere behind a
blue steel door
the killing room is coming soon
ZARAKONON
“The horizon is so pretty grandfather look at all the
pretty, violets and oranges playing together. I love the
sky grandfather. Do you love it too? Do you
grandfather?”
“Yes deeply little one, very deeply. Soon it will be
nightfall Ms. Calyx and I will need to return you to
your mother.”
“Butt the sky is so pretty. I don’t want to leave
it here all alone. It might cry if I leave it.
Grandfather?”
“Yes?”
“Before we leave will you tell me one more time the
story about my favorite spots that are in the sky? What
are they called again? Constimations?”
“No little one those spots are called constellations, and I
bet I can spot your favorite one. It’s that one right over
there just above the eastern horizon isn’t it?”
“That’s it grandfather! That’s it! I like it so much
grandfather because the one in the middle is
my favorite color.”
“And what is your favorite color little
one?”
“Blue silly, you knew that.”
“So I did. So I did.”
“Will you tell me the story now granfather? Please,
please, please?”
“OK little one ofcourse I will tell you. Well, do you see
that star there in the middle?”
“Uh huh.”
“It isn’t actually a star. It is really a planet.”
“What’s a planet grandfather?”
“Shhh. And on this planet there lives this being called
man. These beings have two arms, two legs, a heart,
and a few other minor parts. We were similar to these
beings many eons ago.”
“What’s an eon grandfather, and don’t I have a cousin
named Eon?”
“No dear that’s Ian, and eon simply means a long long
time.”
“So what is a heart?”
“A heart can be used for many different
things now, but back then it was pretty much confined
to just a couple of uses. Now it is an extremely versatile
object and has always been a well designed apparatus I
might add, but back then it’s versitility just wasn’t
understood. These beings used their hearts as parts of
their body’s. They were the engines for a poorly kept,
squishy sort of machine, a sort of costume really. These
hearts kept their body’s in an operating condition so
they could go on living. I think I have an old one
in my toolbox in the shed behind my shack.”
“What do you do with yours?”
“I keep tools and things like that in it most of the
time.”
“Do I have a heart grandfather?”
“No silly, we really don’t use them for much around
here anymore. Hearts are mainly kept by old geezers
like me as a sort of comical, nostalgic bridge to a time
almost forgotten.”
“Can I have one?”
“I’ll see what I can do. Now where were we?”
“You where telling me that the beings had legs and
arms and a heart like the one in your tool box. What
did they do with their hearts again Grandfather? Who
made their hearts? Who gave hearts to them?”
“Shh little one I will tell you. The creator gave hearts
along with legs and arms and eyes to these beings on
your pretty blue star. Here we call the creator Overiah,
but he has many many names. Your pretty blue star is
named Earth. I am not exactly sure what these beings,
which called themselves men, keep inside of their
hearts. All I am sure of is what they used them for
physically. I do however know that their eyes are made
out of some of the same stuff. Many eons ago Overiah
visited Earth, and as is his custom, he got all dressed up
in the costumes in which they wore. The costumes I
told you about earlier. The beings called themselves
men. Anyway the creator went back to visit these men
so he could give them something that he had forgotten
to give them the last time he was there, which was
when he had first created the place.”
“What did he give them Grandfather?”
“Well, little one Overiah never actually got to give his
gift to all of them. You see, when he had gotten there
he began to notice that all of the men’s eyes were shut
tight with this hard, grey stuff that they were calling
cement.”
“What is cement Grandfather?”
“I think it is kind of like that stuff your uncle Leo uses
when he is repairing the bridges around town.
“Oh”.
“Overiah asked them why they had sealed their eyes
shut, but all of the men acted as if they could not
understand what he was saying.”
“Where their ears broken Grandfather? Look, I can
bend mine without touching them. See.”
“No, their ears were working fine. It turned out that their hearts had been acting up somehow and it’s malfunction caused their eyes to grow cement over them. It had also affected their hearing somewhat too. They could hear but they couldn’t understand. So these men threw Overiah in prison after they beat him.”
“What was he going to give the mans Grandfather?” “He was going to give them transportation codes to the stars. The keys to the universe, like the ones we have and use to get from place to place in the cosmos. No big deal really, he had just forgotten to leave them the first time he was there that’s all.”
“Was he mad at the mans for beating him?”
“Not at all. He thought it was just some silly new game that they had made up for amusement. You know kind of how you play with your jacks. One gift Overiah gives to all of his creations is the ability to play and make up games.”
“Oh!”
“He just thought they were being silly.”
“What happened next Grandfather?”
“So while the creator was in prison he met this man and he talked to him for a little while to see if he could find out the rules to this odd game that he was unfamiliar with. The man told Overiah that the guards refused to let him out until he covered his eyes with cement.” Overiah replied by saying, “Well why would one want to do a thing like that, then they wouldn’t be able to see.”
“Overiah then asked him why he had not done it. He told Overiah that he knew that he would be back soon and wanted to see what he looked like. He then asked him how he knew that he would be back because his arrival was quite unplanned, and he really could not stay long, just a few days or so.
“So how did you know?” said Overiah to the man. “Just a hunch.” The man replied. “Hey, I have always been curiuous, what’s your name?”
“My name is Overiah. And what is yours?”
“Clay.”
So Overiah looked at Clay and said “Let’s get out of here.”
“So together they decided to leave the prison. Then they told the guards that they were ready to be set free. The guards on the other side of the door told Overiah and his new friend, through an interpreter, that they had to put the cement over their eyes if they wanted to come out. Overiah tried to explain to them why he could not follow their game rules and insisted on coming out anyway. This infuriated the cement-eyed men so they began beating him and his new friend Clay. They had also started beating another man that had come out of the shadows in the prison. This man had not yet spoken to the other two, but his eyes were open without cement on them. They were pretty and blue like your star. Overiah asked them politely to please explain the rules to them so that he might understand and play along, but again it was of no use. Overiah’s new friend explained to him that their heart’s had a missing part and they couldn’t listen because the heart condition had changed their ears too. The interpreter was of no use either because he was lost somewhere in the confusion, so the cement-eyed people continued beating them. After the beating the guards threw them back into the prison. Several days and nights passed and the prison became a very dreary place for Overiah to be. He no longer desired to understand to the rules of the game. He had played through their silly game long enough. He just wanted to leave the keys and go home. So early the next morning a young child was walking near the cell where Overiah was contained. He got her attention by whistling like a bird. She came over to the window and said hello to him and kissed him on the hand. Immediately she knew who he was. Overiah gave her the keys and told her to keep them in a safe place away from all things cement. The little girl then placed the keys on the ground and drew a heart around them in the dirt.”
“What does a heart look like Grandfather?”
“It looks like this
.
“The young girl then looked at Overiah and gave him a huge smile and then said in her beautiful little voice “I’ll keep them in my heart.”
Overiah said, “That’s a good girl now run along, but Hope, will you promise me one thing?”
She said, “OK, what is it?”
Overiah said, “Promise me you will never grow up.” She said, “OK silly, but what does that mean?” “Overiah smiled at her and then let out a very cheery laugh because you see, he understood the rules to her game perfectly.”
Overiah said, “Just run along Hope, I will see you later.”
“Bye Bye” said the girl and she skipped away.
“The next day Overiah insisted upon leaving. So did Clay and the other man that he had met there. When the guards let them out a second time they were all beaten severely again.”
“Was Overiah mad at them this time?”
“He was very sad that he didn’t understand the rules, but he never gets angry. So the cement-eyed people eventually beat all of them to the point were they could no longer use their costumes to walk around in. The red fluid that the costumes needed to run on was all spilled out on the ground around them. So Overiah left and took his two new friends with him. He was going to continue doing the things that he was doing before he went to Earth.”
“What was that Grandfather?”
“I forget little one but he will be right over there (pointing up and right) tomorrow if you want to go over and ask him yourself.”
“I might, but Grandfather you forgot to finish the story.”
“What did I forget?”
“What did the little girl do with the keys to the universe?”
“She did what she told Overiah she said she was going to do with them. She put them in her heart. It just so happened that she kept her heart in a toy box with all of her other toys. There is no telling where they are today.”
“What did the keys look like?”
“They looked kind of like the ones I keep on the nails in my shed.”
“Oh.”
“Time for you to go to bed little one. Your mother is going to have my head.”
“You’re silly grandfather. I love you.”
“I love you too Hope. Let’s go.”
“Gandfather?”
“Yes, what is it?”
“Shhh.”
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AUTHORS NOTE:
8.8.2009
TAG WILL/COULD FOLD INTO THE CHROME BY MEANS OF HELFORD'S VISITATION TO HIM AT SOME POINT FIS, MIDDLE OR LAST DOESNT NOT MATTER BUT THE TIE IN IS THIS: HELFORD AND THE CHROME NEED SOME OF THE OBJECTS THAT "THE DISSIDENT" CREATES AND LU KANG CARRIES WITH IN HIMSELF AND HIS ART THE ARCHETYPE OF "THE DISSIDENT" PERHAPS A DRIVE OF THE CHROME COULD BE TO FIND THE ARTIFACT FROM "THE IND" THUS REPRESENTING THE DARK FORCE OF THE BALANCE STRUCTURE HILST THE GAIATIC COULD BE ITS COUNTER CATCHING HELFORD IN THE MIDDLE TO SEEK TO STRIKE A BALANCE THROUGH A HUMAN THAT IS PULLED THIS WAY AND THAT AT THIS POINT HE DOES NOT QUESTION THE CHROME, ITS ORIGINS, ITS MOTIVES, OR THE POSSIBILITY THAT THEY MAY NOT BE WHAT THEY CLAIM TO BE AND THAT THERE COULD BE OTHER SOURCES AND RACES THAT WILL VIA FOR HIS ATTENTION AND ALLIGENCE. OTHERS WILL ATTEMPT TO PULL JERSEY INTO THEIR WORLDS RANGING FROM CHAOS TO COMPLETE FABRICATION AND LIKE A HALUCINATION HE WILL HAVE TO DETERMINE WHAT IS REAL VS. WHAT COULD BE MULTIPLE PSYCHOTIC BREAKINGS OF HIS MIND. WHAT IS REAL? WHAT IS CONCRETE? ALL BOUNDARIES WILL DISSOLVE AND WHAT WILL BE LEFT? ONLY HELFORD KNOWS
THIS NOTE IS AN ATTEMPT TO EXPLAIN HOW "TAG" FOLDS INTO CHROME.
IT ALSO MAKES ME WANT TO GO BACK AND LOOK AT "THE FESTIVAL OF THE GAIATIC SAINTS I WROTE IN 2005.
IT ALSO MAKES ME WANT TO REVISIT "THE IND" SKETCHES TO USE THEM AS A VISUAL ANCHOR FOR BALANCE IN WRITING "CHROME"
Outline for Writing Project over China 2007
“Black China”
Gather and Organize ALL Raw Data in a time line.
Begin a Rough Draft.
Time Line
Start with Daily agenda and Jones Itinerary to spark memory.
View Pictures and write about each pertinent event.
View Video Footage and do the same.
Two Personal Videos
One Viking Video
One DVD Power Point given to me by Max Wang concerning the Yangtze River.
Consult written notes in Black China Journal
Chinese business Idea
A. Create a website called “thechinesestamp.com” a simple site where you plug your name into a field and software immediately translates your name into Chinese. You then get to choose from several shapes, sizes, colors, and designs of your personal Chinese Stamp(like the ones Tish, me, and Canan got in Shanghai)…Discuss this with Thaddeus.
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TAG...
...is about an artist that paints murals and carves sculpture onto the cliffs of the villages along the Yangtze river that will knowingly be covered up. The river will rise from 75 meters to 175 meters over the next five years due to a massive industrialization project know as the Three Gorges Dam project. Countless have died in its construction while countless more have been involuntarily displaced leaving their homes, cultures, and irretrievable memoirs behind. TAG is the story of the artist Lu Kang.
TAG
The forensic anthropologists began bringing out the dead like a wild-wicked space opera one by one the dead and the eaters of the dead unfolded their elaborate, thanic, death train while a hypersonic time quake of excavational research yielded up its living. The apes of god in multiplied violence witnessed on all sides screaming and recording the scene as unseen, vapid, hungry ghosts. The possessed are watching in the distance as Lu Kang, the Chinese counterpart to the Russian Soltzenitzen, sits as a final self-portrait on a make-shift rock throne showing himself to be the king who was no king. Incessantly and in an involuntary fashion carving the demons of his time into the silent rock face one political indictment at a time. These cultural allegations would soon be swallowed up by time and an insatiable blood-hungry river. The Yangtze. His stories alone record an Atlantianic epic that would not be viewed by human souls for another 10,000 years…
Standing on the precipice of damnation he dipped his finger into the Mercurial ocean accepting the curse of time. Sated with its euphoria he danced through his children the dance that is now Chrome, the life force. The dance that is now carried through all that have fallen pray to genesis. A cycle born and woven into the pristine sinews that make up the body electric that is at this moment active inside every corner of a closed universe. Soliton danced as his mind raged over the torments of an eternal vantage point. The captor of the most covetted seat at the only opera to have ever played. Dancing mad as his children coursed and burned melding violently with time. influencing one another with firey soul measured freedom of the unleashed tearing down a path unlit by any torch....plaqued with a will to live unconsumed by the darkness of the Chrome birth waters that where once their home...dry, clean and free from maternal grip...ripped to life by the dementia of a keeper unschooled in the art of time...kept silent for a reason...kept silent because of revolution.
I will dwell on this form no longer, for it and the form before it are cautions in my endeavor of risk. Were I too pay it too much respect to Order and Entropy I may find myself with resuscitated regard for my current residence.
I have planting uncounted realities in vast succession without fatigue incessantly driving the nails of newer and braver life into the sheer stoic blanket of oblivion only to find you here among the scattered slaves of Soliton counted as a mourner of the accused you have no business here among the dead; arise, awaken, walk, follow me. Helford Jersey
{{{As if the prototype concept of something new engages him, he roars introspectively before the waters of recession. "As one union, my Masks, we will create something dynamic and dangerous, but lasting. Not purveyors of some sadistic need, nor intoxicated with the sloth and ignorance of consequence, we will crack open the stoic face of conformity. Laughing heartily in the face of empty, unfulfilling perfection we will shatter the anchored chains of fear.
Malachrome roars introspectively before the waters of the bank Black. "As one we will create forces dynamic and dangerous yet solidified in legacy. We will neither assist the graceless sadistic, nor be intoxicated with the sloth and ignorance of consequence. We will crack open the face of conformity. We will laugh full into the face of emptiness. Unfulfilling perfection we will shatter with anchored chains of fear".}}}
Breaking bravado and casting its rotten robes asunder, rededicating them to the night. Truly we will part waters in this swelling silver chasm, marking our right as its' rightful owner, maker, and ultimate master. Defiant, looking into the lights of mad silence while shrieking as banshees crying out in disdain. The echoes of our scream affect change within us, making us warriors not victims of its' story.
To stride boldly before our potential fall and not allow the wind to chase us unprepared into dreams we are unworthy and unready to dream. May we not look upon this birth as innocent, and instead handle it carefully as some unfathomable, volatile dynamo. Humble in the knowledge that we once were divine and pleasant with the expanse and with its unsettling silent poisons.
PeonsBane: Tread deep into the primordial traces of the mind. We will not cease nor lust over any temporal satisfaction, but appreciate it and digress not allowing complacency time to seduce us. I give you four the power to tame the graveyards that will attempt to swallow up your enigmas, your seeded whims, and your incomplete wishes to soar.
Erect newer and more perfect, but temporal euphoric creations for sun-time and Entropy to tear away. Together speak now my beasts, my masks, my children. Roar beside me. Befriend your shame of infancy and exemplify your savage wills. Execute the silence. Ravage into the night slaying the tedium that permeates its' cold lifeless heart.
PeonsBane: Destroy this mockery of self-indulgent beauty. Conquest and fester over the expanse. Phase into the unseen side of lunacy and defile the decadence and luster. Ravage into the night slaying the defiance that permeates its' cold lifeless heart. Now finally, and at long I beckon. I taunt. I tempt you to awaken. Breathe my dark sculptures and rage. Storm now before me!"
Breathe my dark sculptures and rage.
PRINCESS SODUKO
Seek over exposure to dark light
fear foundations make it hard to breathe
Love...
Love
Is how we are known it is the language
The grind taints the Holoverse
with mediocrity
Here is what to fear:
White picked fences, politicians, 2.5 children, the census
low white blood cell count, sail fish, crae fish
corporate scrutiny, and heather lockleare
Scrape below the skin to see if there is flesh and bone
Scrape below that to find out that we are mere code
binary dots and dashes
hard wired code that
obeys with precision
the laws of physics
trapped, finite energy
carbon chrome prints
Prints that breathe chrome from a Holoverse that has near
forgotten the reason for its existence
One cursed act does not a person damn
just as one scene does not a play make
One vice does not a person destroy
just as one soldier does not an army employ
PRINCESS SODUKO
Claushtane Bertron
8.4.2009
Geometric Stone Trees
The night is a thick, dark prism as we stroll
the pathway underneath the eyes of
the gothic spire.
The moon in the distance along with the
flames from the city grow ever higher.
The Duna House is packed as usual.
its windows half opened to let out the pipe tobacco smoke
A concrete Zues overlooks the Opera (house) and
next door the alley ways are splashed with architecture, pristine,
...Neo Baroque
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CHORUS
The arc-angel Gabriel crouches comfortably hidden
within the tight folds of a geometric stone tree
Deeper into the night the sounds of the Solti
Symphony Orchestra spill rich
into the streets
Louis Armstrong with his army of Jazzgateers at the Spoon
introduce the universe to euphonic perfection
and in the fullness of time my soul is free
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On the horizon stands lady liberty in time and in copper frozen
bound by chains unseen
Green, old, but unchanged...hundreds of years standing, posing;
The Diva of the Danube...stoic
The dallianistic requiem for a dream.
Welfare, Peace, War, Work, and Labor are all held
hostage on stage near the base of the
Carpathean Mountains.
As the children of Buda at the summit whisper to one another
only the secrets of children.
The Prince, the Lord of the hour, is found walking in the gardens
of the stone kings passing delicate... quiet
by the thermal fountains.
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CHORUS
The arc-angel Gabriel crouches comfortably hidden
within the folds of the geometric stone tree.
Deeper into the night the sounds of the Solti
Symphony Orchestra spill further, rich
into the streets.
Louis Armstrong with his army of Jazzgateers at the Spoon
introduce the universe to melodic-euphonic perfection
and in the fullness of time my soul is free.
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FADE
The night is a thick, dark prism as we stroll
the pathway underneath the eyes of
the gothic spire...
That paragraph is alot like Rage against the Dying of the Light
Dylan Thomas
DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
for things to grow we must kill them
I was born and chose to be born into this age of history to do a specific work. I was born into this nation for the service that only I can render to this nation. I was born Chrome.
The Galactic compendium has become itself a king- graceless, clumsy bird with the feathers of its wings burned off knowing neither its origin nor its inceptive power. In its sloth it is now an infertile beast awaiting the death march of its Chrome children.
a moment of silence for the King of the Chrome
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“The quiet war was... declared by the international elite at a meeting held in 1954”.
The Bilderberg Group first met in 1954. It is likely that the methods laid out in the document will be inspired by the Tavistock Institute of Human Relations in London and its interconnecting offshoots. Here is a flavour of the content:
“Experience has proven that the simplest method of securing a silent weapon and gaining control of the public is to keep them undisciplined and ignorant of basic systems principles on the one hand, while keeping them confused, disorganised, and distracted with matters of no real importance on the other hand.
This is achieved by:
1. disengaging their minds; sabotaging their mental activities; providing a low-quality programme of public education in mathematics, systems design and economics, and discouraging technical creativity.
2. engaging their emotions, increasing their self indulgence and their indulgence in emotional and physical activities by:
a) unrelenting emotional affrontations and attacks (mental and emotional rape) by way of a constant barrage of sex, violence, and wars in the media - especially the TV and the newspapers.
b) giving them what they desire - in excess - “junk food for thought” - and depriving them of what they really need.
c) rewriting history and law and subjecting the public to the deviant creation, thus being able to shift their thinking from personal needs to highly fabricated outside priorities.
These preclude their interest in, and discovery of, the silent weapons of social automation technology. The general rule is that there is profit in confusion; the more confusion, the more profit. Therefore the best approach is to create problems and then offer solutions.
In summary:
Media: Keep the adult public attention diverted away from the real social issues, and captivated by matters of no real importance.
Schools: Keep the young public ignorant of real mathematics, real economics, real law, and real history.
Entertainment: Keep the public entertainment below a sixth grade level.
Work: Keep the public busy, busy, busy, with no time to think; back on the farm with the other animals.”
Scriptians
scripture sounds biblical
Scriptors might work
I am making it so that they go insane from trying to learn to speak runes but that the first one they speak brings them back
About 5 years had passed and the scout is now an aged being from obsession, deranged from his compulsive fanaticism. The surrounding areas littered with chalk written notes. The entire mountain system abounding with elaborate notes and sketches. Excavated runes scattered everywhere as sculptured monuments to his will.
you lexiconical crack dealer
soliton
Excavated runes scattered everywhere as sculptured monuments to his will. And all this time he had yet to succeed in igniting a full rune, always on the verge of completing the annunciation but it never culminating in a full runic ignition. Finally one day the scout sat down irritated, such had been the case many times before from impotent frustration. Babbling about how it was a fruitless waste of effort and thinking back to his home for the first time in years.
PeonsBane: He noted the date on a makeshift calendar upon the wall and composed himself. It was done. It was time to go home. Five years to the date had passed and this search had done nothing but drained at his sanity. In anger and rage he began to shatter the runes around him. Shattering the fragile sculptures about him. Breaking every one within gaze.
Tears of ether breaking his focus, until finally he looked upon the first rune he had excavated, the one idolizing the entire span of his search. He howled a shrill cry and just before he reached out to shatter it he was inclined to speak once more. Intently he stared and focused upon it. Then it happened. The sounds harmonized in graceful succession from his mouth.
PeonsBane: One by one the strokes composing the rune alit with bright blue fire. Each new rune ignited causing the entire form to burn more intensely, until finally the rune alit completely. A flash of light exploded and before him the rune began to mold itself back to the original form of the rock he had originally stripped away.
Finally and at long last his madness seemed but a memory. Focused and intent he danced around the landscape. He tried the same rune again. This time he focused on a space of open area. He spoke the runes components once more. As he spoke a rune began to form before him adrift, near exact to the rune of the rock before. Finally it was created and immediately took solid form, created a near replica of the original rock.
bane....i am held captive bane...
tag the universe with pleasant violence
use big bubble artistic letters
Spider thin Polly glided across the stage singing silent..."Dance with me Black Through This Murder of Crows".
Chrome sweeper
...Billy is on 49th and main at "M Stay: picking up french fries, shampoo, and chocolate milk.
Chrome Cloning. Chrome CHILLING. Chrome SPLITTING Chrome SEX
IDEA THAT WHEN THE BODY DIES THE Chrome IS ACTUALLY SPLIT INTO SEVERAL "Chromes" WITH MULTIPLE DESTINATIONS...IE ONE PART GOES TO HELIOS THE OTHER TO HELEBRON
BUT THEY ARE ALL AWARE OF EACH OTHER AND LIVE FULL LIVES SIMULTUOS LIKE THE CORSICAN TWINS THAT CAN FEEL
ONE ANOTHER'S FATES...A MULTIVERSE WITH AN INKLING OR SEED OF OMNIPRESENCE, BUT NOT AMNIPRESENCE "YET"
Time and Anthiogenes are the most intense "drugs" ever realized.
a chance at a possible past...but speculation and conjecture are the arbiters of madness
The whole joy of the matter lies in the fact that you and I are going to spend eternity together.
The human is in a larval stage. Earth and the human mind are one extension of the fabric of heaven.
Band name=Crime Lab Detergent
Take away the recesses
Assassinate the tulips
Adhesive Black Jesus
Fragments of a broken Jesus
Should have used hot glue
Compendium summary
I am clinically guilty
to chaffed to hold your hand
Faces in the rocks
water through the mountain
a chance encounter with diety
day break
earth quake
baby nova
bloom
flower grenades cut my face from a lemon yellow sun
trapped in the perfumed halls of Allah
scared behind the veil
trapped in the perfumed halls of Allah
contimplating escape
one sweet world around the stars is spinning
and here we will rest in peace
Did you bring me a present when you were off social butterflying?
of all the mountains should crumble away and all the rivers dry, would it stop the steeping feet
Nine planets around the sun and only one does the sun embrace
have a recurrent dream about my father hitting my mother in the head with a hammer so hard it sinks into her fore head and stays there
nothing like this ever happened
just a recurring dream
i am replaying it now
can you replay dreams
I WANT TO HAVE ALL KINDS OF MUSHROOMS GROWING IN MY YARD!!!
There are a countless multiplicity of universe seeds around you at this
given moment in eternity.
I claim a new one each time someone attempts to kill the creations I
set forth with candescent words.
I release every self this moment into your left hand.
Metatronic drumbeats of compassion give rise to sober pulsing revelation.
Each uniquely constructed thought crystal strikes yur left palm in
delicate capture.
Loosing this power to your care will feel like thousands of tiny
sun-kissed bombs exploding into a newly forming core of warmth: a
cradle of ne slave-life chants itself into further existence drenched
in sun blood thought.
(in the distance...faint yet powerful)
In you passions possess ye your souls
its proof that i bleed
Everything I have done
Lets stop the world from decaying
Heaven stands obsolete; underground
I have served witches and I have served the King
and yesterday seems like it was so long ago
The rage subsides for the moment
just long enough to cut through the darkness
An alliance of hearts fading
I am still here
i have had a hundred nightmares of a red sky fading into plastic ponds of silicon freedom
With one eye opened I can focus on the Annals of Helios
And Bujamaltaloc Sat
Chapter 2
Dr. Harper left shortly after I regained what was left of my composure. It would not be for another six months until I spoke with Malcolm again, but before he left my house that day I asked him who he had quoted earlier. He looked at me somberly and then stumbled blissfully into silence for a few moments; he said, “Primonesha, I was quoting your father.” I flushed my mind with a previously unknown pride and amazement. Malcolm then turned away from me without another word and left. I watched him until his 1983 primer gray Pinto faded into a purple and demented sunset. I felt more alone and dead that day than any day I could remember throughout my brief existence. From that day on my life has never been the same and I’m certain it never will be again. I felt that this was some sort of extreme invitation to act; an invitation to shed the complacency that had laid siege to my life.
After the mental exhaustion and emotional turmoil had faded I took a much-needed refuge in sleep; I needed to escape. All night long memories and dreams of my mother and father danced in my head. Even my subconscious mind was struggling to make sense of all that had transpired throughout the course of the day.
When I awoke the morning air was saturated with the scent of honeysuckle and the energetic haze of the children that had been playing in front of my home. At first I tried to convince myself that all of the things held in yesterday had merely been some mangled assortment of some bizarre dream sequence, it was then that the package drifted into my view. It assaulted my curiosity and I yielded. I canceled all of my plans for the rest of the day. The package was probably two inches by two inches by two inches, a perfect cube. It was engulfed inside of two or three layers of transparent shipping tape as if it was encased inside of a clear prison; it’s contents suffocating and yearning to be free, yearning to breath unhindered. After removing the tape and opening the box I noticed that its contents were layered. The top and bottom layers where toilet paper, and at first glance I mistook them for the common tools of packing. At closer scrutiny though it became clear to me that the compressed toilet paper had dark brown writing on it. I then carefully placed like with like being extremely careful with the fragile toilet paper writings. The next layer was just standard typing paper that was written on with black ink, nothing out of the ordinary, and in the middle were five binders each about two inches in thickness. The binders were brown and common, like those one would encounter at new employee orientation seminars or something like that, again, nothing special. The toilet paper writings called out to me first. They received my undivided attention. The toilet paper was stained with age and abuse, but for the most part remained intact. Dr. Harper packed the contents in a relatively neat fashion, but sometime during the process he must have gotten the writings out of order because when I first started reading them they were severely incoherent and jumbled. So after this discovery I then cleared out my entire living room in order to put the toilet paper puzzle back together again. It took all of seven hours and forty-five minutes just to get every thing back into its original order. I needed a break after this so I went for a walk in the park. The air was stale and humid and rank. I had developed a migraine at this point and felt a little nauseous so I journeyed back home to begin reading what was supposedly my father’s memoirs. Count down to enlightenment or perhaps bitter disappointment. I honestly had no idea as what to expect.
Upon entering my house I lit a few candles and the kerosene lamp that my mother had given to me on my eighteenth birthday. She saw how much I adored it all throughout my youth and promised me that I could have it as soon as I was an adult. She honored her promise. I then braced myself with a deep and regenerative sigh and a simple , silent prayer as I sat down to read the awkwardly finished puzzle that lay on the floor beneath my feet.
My brothers and sisters, allow me to open with a few words of inspiration from a truly great pioneer of humankind.
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, “Who am I to be brilliant?”. Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. You playing small does not serve the world. There is nothin enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do…We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us all, and as we let our light shine we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fears, our mere presence automatically liberates others.”
Chapter 3
I remained on my living room floor for what seemed like half
an hour or so. My mind was still reeling, struggling to make sense of all this. I felt an uncontrollable thirst so I got up and staggered toward the refrigerator in the kitchen when I noticed that the clock on my microwave said that it was 3:33 P.M. I had been sitting on my living room floor indian style for over four hours. I had totally lost all track of time. This struck me as odd only because of the fact that I had only read about four feet of the toilet paper, or the equivalent of about two paragraphs or so. My father’s twenty five year old manuscript was laying gently resting between my fingers when I remembered the note from Dr. Harper that lay on top of the lavender binders. I located it exactly where I had left it. The note read like this:
Primonesha,
I have taken the liberty of transcribing the bulk of your father’s manuscript in the five binders that are in this package. There are many gaps in the dates of writings. I have done my best to position them into the proper chronological succession. I am going to be out of the state for an indefinite period of time but if you need to contact me for any reason call and leave a message on my voice mail at 409-565-2302, or you can call me on my cell phone at 409-384-8573. I’ll answer any questions that I can for you.
Sincerely
Malcolm Jameel Harper Phd.
There were thousands of questions piercing my mind but I didn’t want to call Dr. Harper until I finished reading everything that was in front of me. At first I opted not to even open the transcribed binders. If in fact these were my father’s works, the mere fact that I could possibly be holding part of his body in my hands stirred me. After reading for a while my eyes began to burn from fatigue so it just seemed more practical to read the typed face, much less stress on the eyes. So I gathered up all of the toilet paper making sure to keep them in their proper order and neatly sealed them in individual ziplocked baggies and placed them carefully inside the cedar lock chest that rested at the foot of my bed. The whole time I was putting them up I had the oddest feeling that I was handling some sort of contraband. After I put all of the writing in the chest I relocked the chest and returned the key to its home, safe and secure around my neck. Overwhelmingly exhausted and hungry I took a short break for supper. After eating I called Virgil Bass, the Principal and my supervisor at the school I worked at.
“Yes, may I speak with Virgil Please?”
Primonesha is that you? How are you feeling? We sure did miss you today.”
“Thanks Mrs. Clepps. Yes I am okay. I just need to talk to Virgil for a bit.
“Okay darlin I’ll see if he is in, just one minute.”
Her blatant insincerity was appalling, but the again it always was. That was just her way. I didn’t hold that against her. What I did hold against her was the fact that she was one of those, what we liked to call “dinner table bigots”. These were usually people that grew up in the mid 1940’s and 50’s. To these people any person of African-American decent was simply referred to as “colored”, behind closed doors ofcouse. These “dinner table bigots” operated under the pretense that they were perceived as wholesome, good, upstanding citizens; The Ma and Pa Bells, the rocks and pillars of our society. In fact in reality their hearts seem to boil with hatred and base hypocrisy. I had this group of friends that used to say that these kinds of people were made up of one part hate, two parts ensure, and two parts amen. I have often had daydreams about drifting into her house about suppertime one evening jumping onto the middle of the table, grabbing her by her throat and telling her that Jesus was a nigger. I wonder what kind of reaction I would get from her mean, pinched, bitter, evil face.(WSB) Probably just the normal program: “Oh, honey-darlin don’t be silly, get down from there before you spoil the crepe suzette.”
“Here’ Virgil sweetie, you get better now. Okay?”
“Sure Mrs. Clepps.”
“This is Virgil.”
“Virgil hi, this is Primonesha.”
“Primonesha hello. How are you feeling? Better I hope?”
“Yeah, sure, listen Virgil I am going to need to take the rest of the week off Okay. Family Emergency.”
“Primonesha, you and I both know that you don’t have any family, what gives? Talk to me. This is Virg.”
Virgil Bass was the Principal of the Highschool I worked at in Lumberton TX. Lumberton High. We had been friends for about five years at this point and I know that I could have talked to him about what was really going on, but I just wasn’t ready to talk to anyone.
“Virgil honestly, this does concern my family, It is just really hard to explain. I’ll be able to explain it to you better later when I know exactly what is happening, just please give me the rest of the week off and I will be back in on Monday.”
“Okay, okay, but who is going to teach your music class during fourth hour? I can get your art classes covered, but you know that everyone around here is tone-deaf.”
“Virgil, I’ll tell you what, I will drive lesson plans over to you first thing tomorrow, It’s real simple, I promise. Don’t panic I will only be out for one week all right.”
“Yeah, sure Primonesha, just don’t go quittin on me. It’s hard to find good teachers like you.”
“Thanks Virgil. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Okay then. You have a good evening, and just to let you know, I’ll be praying for you.”
“Thanks again Virgil, Bye Bye.”
I started teaching at Lumberton High School in 1995, just two years after receiving My BFA from Stephan F. Austin State University in Nacogdoches TX. I teach four intermediate art classes and one beginner music class. The beginner music class is there for the kids who don’t want to actually participate in the school’s organized band, but they do want to learn an instrument. Virgil and I became fast friends when I first started teaching and we still remain close. I can count on Virgil. He understands me enough to know when not to ask questions. And when he said that he would pray for me I know that he meant it. Sort of comforting.
So after that ordeal came to a close I resumed my place on the floor and began reading again.
---Today is a new mental evolution. Today we witness the demolition of old thoughts, and I am drunk with rage.---
--Claushtane Bertron—
Deep within us all is a fountain of never-ending potential. My brothers we must cast all fears aside. We must banish ignorance from our agendas and be reborn to this vibrant, black consciousness that lies in our path. We must empower our hearts and the hearts of others. We must also take up mental arms and slay the minds of our oppressors. Ask yourself this question: How does one entity assert its power and control over another entity? The answer is through the exploitation of fear and the proliferation of ignorance; ignorance being the far greater of the twin evils. The student in the modern-day, American public school system is a complete and utter laughing stock. First of all, just look at how isolated we are in the United States. Also look at how isolated we are as young black men and women in the United States. As Americans we generally only speak one language, and most people don’t even bother to speak it correctly. In order to be considered to be of mediocre intelligence in sixteenth century Europe one had to be able to speak at least four languages fluently. The educated man of that time had to be able to speak seven; five living and two dead. In order to combat mass ignorance communication is imperative. The larger one’s linguistic spectrum, the larger the potential audience to exert ones force and will upon. So why is it exactly that we as black men can’t communicate? Eight out of ten men trapped inside of this society’s penal system are black men. Why? Do we as a collective have some sort of racial commitment to crime? Are we somehow genetically predisposed to possess a criminal nature? The answer to both of these questions is an emphatic No! Then Why is it that we make up 80% of the inmate population when we only make up 20% of the country’s population? The answer to this is slavery, we are still slaves, and until we replace ignorance with a superior intellect then our entire race will continue to be ludicrously woven with genocide. Our government does not want to see smarter citizens filling its ranks. It wants to make citizens who are docile, pliant, and easy to control. But remember that whoever is the smartest gets to make the rules. The government will never willingly relinquish its chokeholds over our minds. I am telling you this and I want you to understand that this is not a game. This is a war. We must break free from these mental cages and constructs. We must also help to free all of our brothers and sisters from this bondage. This new monster that we so harmlessly label as enterprise.
---Bujamaltaloc reflects---3/16/74
After reading this passage I realized beyond all doubt that I was holding a piece of truth in my hands, I was also holding my father. This was a piece of truth untarnished by censorship or political correctness. Is this how truth must efface itself today? For Godsakes my father’s blood had been all over the room, dried, cold, and brown from the sentence of age. My stomach began to churn uncontrollably and my bloodshot eyes began watering. I vomited all over the couch and then passed out.
Chapter 4
I awoke just before sun up the next day. There was a slight calm to my system, but my sleep was once again filled with unpleasant and misunderstood fantasies. Hell must be like one of these fantasies that you just can’t awaken from; people crying, dancing, laughing, and spitting on you with vacant eyes and hungry bodies just wanting to be touched and never forgotten. So after purging myself with a kind and bitter-sweet cup of coffee I readied myself once again for my father’s three-decade-old emotional onslaught.
---Like screams from an underwater heaven
Your tears will find no one.---
Claushtane Bertron.
Society itself is a poisonous medication and if administered in an improper dosage a fatal poison. My current home, this inner sanctum where my body scurries and begs and moans for dark perpetual life is encapsulated within this very poison. I lay before my maker like Moses on the hill, but he sends not kind death to me. This venomous poison of society bombards me on all fronts. Still my views will not be strayed. Painfully mistaken are my oppressors for they too shall know their damnation. To many nights have I hidden my tears and drowned my sorrows with a bitter, choking silence. My only allies; bricks and mortar. Sometimes the only liquid that parches these lips is garnished from the toilet, they only afford me semen-drenched towels to dress the very wombs that they inflict upon me. Are they hoping to further impregnate my mind with added depravity? Only bastard babies of darkness fly from their sinister mouths to me. How can we cure this collective broken heart we now understand as the condition; man? What is the remedy for this abomination of a disease? How long will man perpetuate this very demon in which it serves? At what amount is this poison, this society, lethal to not just some, but to all of it’s parts? It is not me, but the true soul of man that is caged.
---While there is a lower class I am in it. While there is a criminal element I am of it. While there is a soul in prison I am not free.---
Eugene Victor Debs
It is our own collective spirit that is dying a silent and unattended death. I merely have a privileged window in which to view it from.
---Before the songs of a new soul can shine, the silent dreams of the old one must rest.---
Claushtane Bertron
Sometimes the demons that surround me won’t let me sleep. They taunt and scold me. I can not escape them. It is on these days that I am at my weakest and most beautiful because God himself comes down from heaven and protects me from them. He covers me with a shroud of light and calms my inner spirit. He even comforts me when my human eyes rage with hate and puss. It is difficult to be a hybrid species. We are all made of angels and demons alike. The one that shows his face is simply the one you have been feeding the most. Safeguard these wars that you have in your mind for this alone makes you precious. This alone makes you holy. The maker has hidden inside of us the vital finality he needs in order to make himself whole again. This constant scrutiny that makes a home in the conscious life of society is looking for this vital compononent as well. Society is trying like hell to find it in you before the maker does, and when you finally lay waste your secrets and open your hearts to the improper masses the cancers and the bed soars of humanity will find and kill you only after raping you of these wars you fought so long to keep silent. My brothers and sisters my candle burns bright into the night and my passion desires wings to fly to your ears that you might revolt against this medication that you have been infected with; this society.
Bujamaltaloc burns. 3/24/74
Why have I never seen or heard of pain to this degree? Have I just not noticed it? Have my eyes been blinded somehow with selfishness? How could my father have felt this way? Worse yet how could he be alive and in this pain and me not somehow sensing it in some way? He might have needed me. I might have been able to do something, anything for him. How did I not know? I wish that somehow my heart could traverse time and be with him there all alone in his silence and in his pain, but it is of no use. Why didn’t my mother tell me that he was alive? I probably could not have done anything about his situation, but at least I would have known.
I fantacize of apple pies
i am writing a complete novel that ties in allot of different subjest matter into it
part of it is a love story which i dont normally do
however it is demented and has time travel in it so that makes it ok for me
i want to use an abstracted version of our story
would this bother you in any way
Not if I get some kind of kick-back from it and get to be first to read it--just kidding about kickback.
i want to put us in abstracted characters and run with it...see where it goes
ofcourse...
you have been my constant and strongest muse
Honestly, I've always kind of hoped of something like that from you either in written or painted form. And sometimes I imagine I see it in your work, but then think I'm crazy for thinking that way.
this will just be an intentional embedding our
this will be a formal very abstracted written form
i just didnt want you to feel uncomfortable
it will be a past and a future
Why would I be uncomfortable? I've never been that way with you.
i know...i just wanted to ask permission to be polite...its a respect issue
Hey look, the world ends in 2012 anyway, so our 80 year old plan is already shot.
2012 is just the transition into the age of aquarius
not the end
when the city is on fire with the burning flesh of men just remember...death is not the end
Yes, it's fine. Thanks for "respecting" me.
so its silly of me to think that way
so far you are the assasin in black chrome
Hey, I'm thinking that FB might come in handy during a hurricane evacuation and when I go to big D for that, I'll send out a place and time fo everyone to get together and have a hurricane party.
I was wondering if that was me. I am a damn good shot by the way. Bullseye at 200 yards -- no lie.
that is you
you sure are easy on the eyes too
you wanna see a picture of us?
Make sure you throw something in there about being curvy, but make my ass tighter-hee.
yes, a photo of us.
google image search
artforums
i think i typed in angel wings that day
the second one is mine
but what is strange is that i drew it before i saw the painting
I figured second one was yours. It looks like the essence of you.
that is weird
the essence of me
i like that
Well, feel free to ask me questions if you get writers block or fuzzy memory. You know I could throw in some of my past feelings too, if you thought you could handle it.
i will begin to email you with the stories as they progress...Right now it is Titled "Dance with me Black Through this Murder of Crows"
he he...you are "Black"
maybe we were black together in a previous life
My ancestors were judging by my big ol' booty
have you ever had a specific impression of were we shared time in a past life before?
yes, the 1940's (like WW II)and I also feel tied to 1800's. Not really anything before that though.
And you?
i have fint distint impressions of tribal life...prehistory...somewhere near mexico or south america
faint
I see that as the future
i love your mind
i have the impression of a team
You really have changed my life as a friend Forrest. I want you to know that
they usually pay by the word or article and the stuff that is wanted is sub mediocre and should be as easy to push out as a bowel movement
Forrest Jones 04: indeed you have changed mine as well
Hey I had a thought...for the god story
Its a paradox
The 3 linear gods create something that is brought into existence and exist all throughout time. So basically a tempermental set of beings creates something that, is and was, always there
A whole chapter could be written describing that
And most religions are full of paradoxes anyway
and to think all this is new ammo... i have literally thousands of pages in the reserves...i have'nt shown you yet
I think that god story I just put forth should be the first chapter
We needed the gods to be detached from good and evil, and as it was the rune god was dark, one was indifferent and one was good. That is extremely cliche and done to death. So...!
The gods are the spirits of Karma, Impulse, and Purpose...
Gaia is Karma, the tree can have a black orb with white branches, symbolizing that Gaia sees two sides in all things. She sees in terms of good and evil
Impulse is the Rune God
He is about instinct. Following your most basic gut instinct to survive
And Purpose is what will come to be known as Asimov
Purpose is doing everything with only the end goal in mind, never the means
The means can be anything so long as the goal is met
So we have these three spirits which have finally been manifested throughout time by belief, but were there in essence since the beginning
Going from the abstract to the tangible. As any good religion should
The 3 guiding spirits in the universe
I see only one problem
How do we make the Runes coincide with a god who is impulsive?
Maybe they are instincts given form
That is their power
That would perfectly meld with the linguists ability to control animals
Or maybe the rune god should be Karma and Gaia impulse?
I think that might make more sense
the linguist exploits dark karma to manipulate animals
we could have a nonplayable character in the game who uses light karma to manipulate noble animals
or that could be a 7th character
PeonsBane: So the Rune God sees in terms of good and evil. Gaia sees in terms of instinct or impulse. And finally Asimov sees only in terms of reaching a goal no matter the path
Our peoples in the game go through a different evolution then us. They go from strict good and evil perception, to living instinctually at one with nature, to being completely dispassionate and consumed by technological goals
We could design all the games cities with these concepts
1 [Dark Karma,Impulse] 2 [White Karma, Impulse] 3 [Purpose,Impulse] 4 [White Karma, Pupose] 5 [Dark Karma, Purpose] 6 [Dark Karma] 7 [Light Karma] 8 [Impulse] 9 [Purpose] 10 [White Karma, Impulse Purpose] 11 [Dark Karma, Impulse, Purpose]
that can go into city design...I mean think very deliberate streets for purpose, erratic streets in impulse, and lots of splitting pathways in karma
With that method every city in the game is practically already envisioned
We can have section in the book on cities.
in the most definitely..
I think that is enough for a book
book needs to be 200 pages minimum
I want this to be the Silmarillion but bigger
no the problem may exist in going to far over say 400 or so...
thats what i am thinking...non integrated, free-standing series...
Can you picture some of the cities?
From what I said before?
yes...i have dreamt about some of them already...the Gaian city was organic with lots of green grass and chrome.
the chrome may work better for Asimov though
See like the white karma, impulse city would be...a tribe of people dedicated to following the most noble of instinctual impulses
Living at home in the wild, prizing honor and compassion
another example would be say...a dark karma, purpose city...people being exploited and used for the sake of technology
or for the sake of some goal
not necessarily technology, but progress
like pyramids
ok then like...a white karma purpose city
People working hand and hand together to accomplish a goal
like an international space station
or a dark karma, instinct city...a mayan like civilization in the forrest which practices human sacrifice with a dark priesthood
or a frog race that mutates the known fly species to turn them into self-replicating awesome food that won't fly away...
This ads a whole new section to our nifty spreadsheet
Dude the big cities incorporate all three
Purpose, Black or White Karma, and Impulse
Its where everything comes together in harmony or in dissonance
The black triad city would be a power struggle ruled by a tyrant
Where the most base dark instincts are encouraged for the goal of conquest
the single cities are temple cities
yes we are working...so get some rest before then if you need to...
black karma, white karma, impulse, purpose
like satelites of the major cities...that adds volume to the land
all are temple cities
each can have mirror societies with slight variance like dialect and political structure and tension
do you mean like 2 [impulse, purpose] cities with different dialects, goals and architecture? as an example I mean
oh and the blended cities believe in the spirits [purpose, impulse, and karma] not the Gods
so we need new icons
temple cities worship the gods
blended cities worship the spirits that birthed the gods
the rune god has two incarnations
a good
and a bad
so some minor stuff we have written may have to change
my sentiment was that they merely needed variations of the mother society with slight variants in the way they go about day to day life,...
but the other stuff is on track to though just more in depth than i was going
not necessarily a bad thing...just more work...which neither of us is scared of
oh and our Atlantis can be the spirits as they were meant to be
One true form hidden city
elaborate
it has selfish and selfless minds working in tandem somehow...the city perfect in technological wonder with the goal of maintaining time...with daily life consisting of rituals honoring instinct...like hunts or orgies
it could be a feast
or a party or a dance
there are good and evil elements in the city but somehow they help each other, motivate each other for overall mutual good
Forrest Jones 04: i like the dance...i have alot of writing pertaining to dance...."Iwill not worship a God that refuses to dance"...inspired by Bachuus the god of wine...or debauchery
Any ideas on how good and evil opposing each other will make overall society better?
That is a knot to untie
I mean picture spiraling towers with twisted ebony and ivory intertwined
or something like that
Yin and yang in harmony
or it could be opposing colors on the spectrum
a red and blue tower
wait...or would that be red and green?
and blue and orange
the center tower would be black and white
it need not be so perfectly balanced...think in more sublte terms than color...branch out like a tree
How can good and evil work together in a productive way?
I guess where the individual goal is benefitted by societies betterment
research..."whitehouse"..."capitol Hill"
think of china killing girls...they feel it is ok to reach a certain goal...all be it a demented one
what time are you trying to get out by
it shouldn't be an explosion...just a set up for an explosion
Tale of 2 citis..."it was the best of times, it was the worst of times"...pretty innoucous ey?
6.22.2004
The center part of a wheel, fan, or propeller.
I think we need something more cause and effect than karma
Balance maybe?
Balence, Purpose, Instinct?
Karma is balance though...i just think we need a synonym for the word
break, chance, circumstance, consequence, cup, destination, destiny, divine will, doom, effect, end, ending, fortune, future, horoscope, inescapableness, issue, karma, kismet, Lady Luck, lot, luck, moira, nemesis, outcome, portion, predestination, providence, stars, termination, upshot
fortuna
Karma is still the best word
karma
Well it has more than one meaning
It describes it more as fate in the dictionary
What about judgement?
will
scripture
what about Order
Ordo Aba Chao
it is latin for "order out of chaos"
What are Order and chaos called
Ordo and Chao
Order, Purpose, Instinct
If all of existence were a wheel and time the hub, then purpose, order and instinct are the spokes. With these three spirits, ideas and abstracts in the universe are given form. Every component in the vastness of space is created through their harmony or dissonance. Order is the voice in our head guiding us to a path of either righteousness or villainy, but it is nearly never our base impulse save in the event of coincidence.
It is a decision plain and clear made with awareness of repercussion. Instinct however is something entirely different. If order is forethought then instinct is a need without consideration of consequence. It holds no conception of morality, path, or end result. It is a moment in which an urge is embraced rather than repressed.
The final essence is that of Purpose. If order is the path of choices, and instinct rules the now, then it would be said that purpose is the light sought at the end of the tunnel. Purpose is sight of the goal without concern for any voice of conscience or divergent need.
i guess i am instinct then
souds good though...keep going
Order works?
not order...just the flow...order has no flipside built into the word like karma does
Its closer to meaning morality than karma though. It needs to apply to personified selfish and selfless qualities in all things/
Not just people
The God applies it to people
The spirit applies it to everything
How about a new direction...think about Dharma for instance
that means path
Dharma is like the exercise of existence itself .
a path...a dance...a ritual...a vehicle
What about doing 4 spirits and 3 gods
why 4
It breaks up the innumerable number of 3's we have
It could be like virtue, malice, purpose, instinct
those transcend good and evil...
or something I don't know
malice is evil
what about destruction, creation, purpose, and instinct
That is more objective
i think i do like that better...does this mean a revamp of the outline?
It doesn't change alot
Just a few words
just plug in creation for white karma
and destruction for black karma
It is completely logical for this to translate down to 3 gods
Because destruction and creation are both necessary
And one god can have two faces
that make sense...i had made the karma connection plugs, but that is as far as i got
what i needed to get past was the obviousness of it...and i am there...it not like we are going to be using phases like the angry god destroyed the dung pire and then created it anew....i am over it...i can move on...i have been set free...deliverance....
Find synonyms if you want
I just can't think of another way
I like having 4 spirits and 3 gods
We were too symmetrical
Harmony and Dissonance work as words too
Up to you
no this works really because it is just a guide for us...it will not translate to the reader at all...it will be a seamless dance of poetic brilliance...
Harmony and Dissonance are more poetic
but we dont need them either...we need them in the game , but not in the novel
you see what i mean now
Well we have a chapter on the spirits
yeah but we descibe the destruction and the creation, we dont say they are the gods of destruction like its their name or something
They are just properties is what you are saying
Qualities, described but not articulated?
The outline, although not complete is good...i am going to start writing tonight and or this afternoon...i am leaving at 3:30 again today so i can hit it...we could possibly meet tonight, but late if at all...would you want to do that?
I have almost 2 pages done
Purpose keeps everything moving forward. Instinct forms everything random or abstract. Creation and Destruction prevent decay
If you can think of any other forces that need to be there then that will just make more cities for us
But I think that covers everything
how does destruction prevent decay?
Well in order for there to be room for new things old things have to be destroyed
and reorganized
like taking everything down or out of your room before you redo it
i thought of a new subordinate character...or a hidden character
a subplot or alternate reality type situation
a character who discovers that the whole world or at least his reality has been created by the gods simply to bring him to a knowledge of them or it....
in essence everything is a program created for "the one"
it is a bit abstract right now but i will articulate better in a moment
Asimov...maybe the endgame zooms out to find it all a part of his programming
What are some idealistic reasons that people do the things they do
nothing tangible
I mean abstracts
Morality, Power...
This stuff I am doing is some heavy philosophy
what influences
Well the problem is finding the appropriate definitions for the wording
The universe is a machine
We need its parts
Something keeps it dynamic and changing
Something keeps it balanced
fear is a balancer
I am not talking about something human or personified
This is having to do with the nature of existence
Here are the spirits I have come up with
there are 9
why the jump from 4 to 9
You'll see
ok there are 4 pure
I don't know what to call them exactly let me just outline it
Construction [Purpose, Creation], Deconstruction [Destruction, Purpose], Compassion [Instinct, Creation], Carnal Instinct [Destruction, Instinct], Base Need [Instinct, Purpose]
That is what I came up with last night
I like it, I just need better words for creation and destruction
I see the direction you are going here, and honestly I think what we have works. it seems like you are trying to make it harder than it should be. try some freeform stuff...its allot less stressful. the outlines and charts are all good, i just think we have enough...if it grows any bigger i think we are just going to loose the readers interest. we want it high minded but not so high that people cant reach it...if you feel this direction is absplutely nce. go wth it, but if not....
I have a diagram that explains it. This is my earnest view on what drives the universe in real life...its a work of conceptual physics
Its just so hard to articulate
You know its funny. I was making it too hard, but I had it the whole time. The problem was I was trying to find a metaphor to adequately explain it when in actuality it doesn't need that
what is "consideration for the future" called?
need a word for it
anthropomorphism
doesn't that mean pertaining to humans?
Attribution of human motivation, characteristics, or behavior to inanimate objects, animals, or natural phenomena.
Carnal Impulse + Construction = ?
I was thinking Lure
Temptation
mercurychair
peepin pimpin sippin on gin
creepin peeping get in
fit in
got my gloc cocked cuz ima g
all my homies is straight scured a me
i got rhymes for the times
time for the rhymes
i got more juice that yo cousin levine
i got rems on my benz
duckets in my pocket
blood on my face cua ima dawg
anger in my eyes cuz ima dogg
everyboy runnin scurred
runnin ova thur
runnin everywhur
my momma kicked me out tha crib
tried to choke me wit my bib
i rose up off that flo
smacked hur in the toe
grabbed my daddy 45
now i'm the g alive
runnin from the cops
eating betty crocker
chillin in the hood
listnin to silk the shocka
life is hard
but so am i
been jus waiting to die
since i wuz 5
they kick my out confession
cuz i showed the priest my smith and wesson
ima a dawgg
i dont know how else to be
look at me ill kill ya
and then you be set free
the end
comming to a community theatre near you
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so is carnal instinct and compassion an opposite pair?
no
carnal is [ruin, instinct]
just a choice
Temptation is [Construction, Carnal Impulse]
Civilize is [Compassion, Deconstruction]
Getting it?
Print it out if you can
The 4 outer semicircle pieces are mixtures of the 4 inner semicircle pieces
i got the mixture part
Example: Deconstruction is touching Ruin and Purpose
I could continue the diagram to fill an entire page with different combinations
they would just become more and more specific
which is the point
I could have done a flowchart in tree form but I thought this was more inventive
guess how many different combinations can come from these 12
12x11x10x9x8x7x6x5x4x3x2
its a little diff cause of the limitations
yeah...it was too abstract and scary before
it works...it does its job...but i think that it is becoming to busy for a reader...they want the end product...if it is for you thats awesome...but trying to explain all that would be lost on the audience
it makes for good visuals to add as artwork too
i see color in the wheels
The basic 4 are the things described to the reader
The others are more to show examples of what each represents
And how they encompass all things
as long as we keep it simple for them we will be ok, but as for the game i think it is absolutely nesccessary we have all the structure yu are addind...i think that it will help out the programmers in the long term
They make good illustrations too
change the possessive pronouns to something neutral, and as a builder i have a lot of stuff written on choas....
give me an example
"their" faces..."their" place
are you aware of how much self denial is in buhddism?
Yes I am. It was what I thought was the solution. I don't believe that anymore. Its why I am drawn to paganism lately
yeah pagans can choose what ever is convient(sp)...i wish it was really that easy
Its alot like the diagram in this game. There are wills that are present within everything. For example. Human nature and behavior consist of facets which exist in all things...qualities and essences. It is why it is so nature oriented. Because all the things that we see in ourselves as humans are qualities abounding all throughout the world, and for that matter throughout the universe. It is an individual religion because though aware of all of this, people choose which individual aspect of this dance they
can most relate to
as a person
That is the abstract backbone of the belief
There are tangible aspects as well but those are matters of individual practice
it is because he is changeless....i change every single moment...i am so wishy-washy at times....and at times my beliefs are shaken....
i admire and aspire to be like this....consistency...is one of the things i am shooting for
I don't think you ever saw a definition of paganism like that
I am objective and I have been learning about it and that is what I have observed
just what I typed about paganism
from my historical education...considering first that the bible is a valid account of history...(my stance)....paganism stemmed from cain and began in what is present day iraq and thrived under the first great heathen king Nimrod which erected the tower of babel...i discounted it because the bible attributes its inception...its foundation was preceded by murder...the way my mind sees it...how can anything good come out of a murderous beginning...it began by destruction...
I mean paganism is individual. There are groups but they are just as subject to fallibility as any christian church
If they were pagans, that was one sect and it by no means represents the will of all
99% of the christian church is not christian
I would say the same for pagans
though pagan beliefs do include the existence of the dark arts, as does christianity...People acting on behalf or against those beliefs has nothing to do with whether they believe in them or not
You can believe in christian or pagan beliefs and choose to live by the dark half described within
Such as black magic in paganism, and satanism from christianity
See my point?
Black arts in pagan beliefs, or selfish action, is as much taboo in paganism as satanism is in christianity
The difference is...
Pagans do not tolerate black arts
If they find someone they cast spells to imprison or debilitate or shackle them
They take it very seriously
I am not sure how the church deals with satanists these days
But I am just saying
this is all very romantic, but what is the backbone? what is the truth behind it?
Tell me what the truth is in Christianity and I will know how to answer that
I know nothing about pagan death, and if anything happens...or if something does what...I haven't gotten that far
I am still learning
Hey I have some for you to read
Book stuff I mean
it is right after the poem
the first paragraph
A catalyst to all things known, it was four abstracts competing which sowed the seeds of time and from these seeds a spire erupted in the void. It was a towering twisted vortex ripping the abyss asunder. Initiated at a single point, the convergence of opposing wills brought dynamic action and content to what was once blissfully shallow and silent.
The four wills before isolated, now intrigued by the creation before them. One would breathe and there its breath would still until another touched his kiss upon it. The culmination of this touch a new essence floating adrift in the universe searching for its place.
PeonsBane: With each new touch the four faces found a play unraveling before them, a dance of timid new infancy. From the four, the new births mingled as well. Each new group of children, sparked an increasing number of individual and unique offspring until at last life itself was created.
good transition....it makes me want to work on that...i am having second thoughts on working on individual aspects....because this is sparking lots of additions in my mind...i have this thing called"dot dot" that might go here too...remind me later...
i dont want to have totally conflicting stlyes either
Dude I was thinking this would have been an awesome senior thesis for a philosophy major
it is good...some minor tweeking...cant do it now....but it is good
for the most part....but yeah this is up there...if we can nail the style to match the quality of the idea we will free from what we now consider to be "jobs"
Is my style so different from yours? I tried to entwine my vision with "what would forrest write"
i say this for reference reasons...i have read over a thousand books...not 5 percent where this caliber of detail
no styles are matched pretty well...i just dont want to jump to far...i say it for me not you
Well I think we are getting on key with our mutual styles, divergent as they were before
a large milestone actually was erected
This may not be the same for you...but when I write I think alot of what your critical eye would think and that is making me better...maybe in some ways that is working for you as well
it is...i love the critique it pushes...i have lost friends because of the way i push...but ultimately it is the way i want to be pushed...because that is what is going to make a good writer, or good anything....the push...
i am convinced that bad writers either have timid editors or none at all, and they just get lucky with weak-minded rich publishers
Well its kinda nice having mutual editors
we need to take full advantage
i am thinking this is rare
Well we have very similar goals and morals
It helps
I think we will be collaborating for a while to come. This is just the beginning
What if one of the "faces" is uncertain of its place.
It can be cultivate...it unsure of which of the other wills can best harmonize civilization
Cultivation is a process of promoting growth in all things. It is a force of proliferation and encouragement. The will of Cultivate is best served by peaceful coexistence. In this way it can passively influence and perpetuate growth. Expansion is a goal as well, but never at the cost of another system. For this reason cultivate cannot create life on its own. It is quite content to have the most basic of forms pack the universe in ceaseless secession.
Dude we could have them as masters in the game...
i started putting out AIM conversations into a word doc...
Each one is an awesome concept...but each has their weaknesses
it is right at 30 pages and that is just for this week...nothing will be lost
I have a mental outline for each spirits application in existence
one paragraph on its role in the cosmos, one on its role in life, one in its role in sentience
this is an afterthought...but what would you think about helping me submit this as theory one day...not soon of course but once it is ironed out...its basically theoretical physics
i want to go back to school for physics one day...yes i will help...
I dont think we will have to make it so dry to submit. I think they can deal with the poetical side of physics, its how it should be seen anyway.
did you read any of that hawking book? it was very poetic
Come see the softer side of...
physics
Hey what about some kind of horde for cultivate...or swarm. They don't consume or destroy, they just breed and form a nuisance. Like locusts of some type only they can live and abound without destroying any already present system
or something
roaches are cultivate, locusts are ruin, predators are instinct, and herbivores purpose
so by definition i have purpose because i am a herbivore
Well maybe...I mean we are all carnivores...we all consume life
Cultivation is a process of promoting growth in all things. It is a force of proliferation and encouragement. The will of Cultivate is best served by peaceful coexistence. In this way it can passively influence and perpetuate growth. Expansion is a goal as well, but never at the cost of another system. For this reason cultivate cannot create life on its own.
It is quite content to have the most basic of forms pack the universe in ceaseless succession. Evolution is not necessary merely the preponderance of basic elements. Nor is the presence of any dynamic motion or configuration a prerequisite for maintaining interest. Simplicity in abundance consuming all space.
Some time after the introduction of life another sphere of influence availed itself, the sphere of sentience. Throughout the universe in exponential fashion life forms began to achieve self-awareness, and with this advent cultivate found a new role. Seeing a near infinite potential for growth within the realm of the mind it sought to acquire influence.
Within the mind cultivate took on the task of perpetuating and nurturing what were the plans, inclinations, and even insofar as stoking the flames of its nemesis, ruin.
preponderance is one of my favorite words
It took on the task of perpetuating and nurturing what were the plans, inclinations, and even insofar as stoking the flames of its nemesis, ruin. For in the mind all things were possible. All manner of paradoxes and oxymoronic notion could take root and grow. A seed of ruin could be planted only to bring forth new and abundant ideas.
And I am subdividing the chapters into headings
The Face of Cultivate, The Face of Ruin, The Face of Purpose, The Face of Instinct, and The Gathered Storm
rethink all places where "kiss" appears...and maybe "face"...not certain on face yet...
I like kiss
Cultivation is a process of promoting growth in all things. It is a force of proliferation and encouragement. The will of Cultivate is best served by peaceful coexistence. In this way it can passively influence and perpetuate growth. Expansion is a goal as well, but never at the cost of another system. For this reason cultivate cannot create life on its own. It is quite content to have the most basic of forms pack the universe in ceaseless secession.
sequential
succession
ceasless succession
we could have them as masters in the game...
i started putting out AIM conversations into a word doc...
Each one is an awesome concept...but each has their weaknesses
it is right at 30 pages and that is just for this week...nothing will be lost
I have a mental outline for each spirits application in existence
one paragraph on its role in the cosmos, one on its role in life, one in its role in sentience
it takes the serious this is life feeling and reduces it dramatically...we will think of something else
but over all this is even strongern than the previous stuff...stay in this vein for a while
ts a vampirical image in my mind
Like the kiss of death
Or the kiss of life
Its a vampire thing
Dark and elegant
Did you get the breath and blood part?
Just as each other face finds its role into psyche, so to does Ruin. It too exploits the presence of the others in sentient minds. Taking need to create and manipulating it into thinking something must first be destroyed. Twisting instinct into something carnal and unrelenting. Bending purpose toward villainous selfish exploit.
kiss is not cutesy when it cenmatic...it is on paper though
we'll do all that together. I am trying to keep forward progress
The Gathered Storm is a good final close to the chapter right?
good call on the forward.......storm is perfection
hard to fathom. I mean there is such a thin line between each "face"
we joke about it at times but it really does have the power to change lives no matter how "cheesy" it sounds
dont dwell just know the power there and begin to speak life into your own life
You just call it something cheesy. Its called self-fulfilling prophecy
and into those around you
although you are pretty good at it when it comes to other people though...ie your friends..
Purpose is the structure for all existence. It is the reason why parts are arranged in a particular order or combination and the reason for why they exist in the first place. If cultivate and ruin are the dance of existence then purpose is the music playing. Far from the need to create or destroy, purpose sees all action as merely a means to accomplish its goal, whatever it may be at the time.
PeonsBane: Purpose is an elusive thing to grasp because most often it is only recognizable after its influence. A subtle guide asserting influence in order to perpetuate its vision, purpose is a passive but present motivator.
"after its completion and influence is undeniable"
no quite the opposite...it is completely confirming what you are doing...it calls on everyone who wishes to follow their"bliss" to take similar action
The push and pull of creation and destruction, and the harmony in which it is organized makes for a somewhat interesting ballet. However, it is when all these forces are confronted by the abstraction of instinct that the true cosmic tempest begins. Instinct brings to the dance improvisation. It is a decision made in a moment unaffected by the need to create, destroy, or accomplish.
What "4" are we changing to if faces doesn't work
I need to know that
How about masks
artistic-wise I could do alot with that
And it goes with the ominous nature of the game
I figured out something
The spirits are the runes
Each spirit is a rune
Life is from all 4 main spirits
i like masks...it alludes to one in the background taking on differing roles
Masks it is
does this sway runic power above that of gaian power? no
The sentient mind is something new to the spirits
Its has as much space and potential as the entire universe
I want to allude to that
So the gods, being of sentient mind, are an enigma in alot of ways to the spirits. They are alot less able to manipulate their actions than regular minds
the spirits can't manipulate the gods
as much as they would like, though if all 4 are in agreement they can diminish a god's will
Though because it was their attribute that made the god, they have alot of incite into their motivations
got it
i cant wait till we get together and start fleshing this stuff out...i have never been this excited about a project
Do you really think I have hit the right 4 with the masks things?
the only worry i have is that it may be a little confusing to the reader...i just dont want to loose them...if you think you can explain it to an understanding point then no worries...
I want the 4 masks done
Drawn
Want to do them ourselves?
If between Ruin and Cultivate, which would you label as active and which as passive
Or of all 4 together which 2 are active and which two are passive
Purpose, Instinct, Ruin, Cultivate
I was thinking Purpose and Instinct are passive
And Ruin and Cultivate are active
Man I hate that word
active...cultivate...
passive ruin
I am changing them again
cultivate is a crappy word
I want cultivate to be kind of a seducer...like she encourages behavior through metaphorical temptation
I want to go more metaphor than science
Lure is another word for cultivate
purpose and cultivate= active
instinct ruin=passive
lure is meniacal sounding
Cultivate is too positive...I want each one kinda neutral
lure is negative
What is a neutral word that we can asign a dark visage to
I know you think I am being obsessive but I am a perfectionist about this. I want it right and powerful
i agree their is something that needs to change
you're that good huh?
Well if we want they can all be dark. Its easy to make poetry from sinister figures
can they all have pitch forks and mean, pinched, bitter-evil faces?
Well I was thinking they are different kinds of metal
evil metal ewoks that do seductive luring rain dances
what if they are elemental but it is more subtle
The words are wrong but their definitions are right
that is the problem
if you had really evil word and really good words that might help with the balance you usually go for
you mean 2 evil 2 good?
incite, fuel...
nourish
trying to find a better word for cultivate
Provoke
I kinda like that one
yes 2 e 2 g
like provoke? a little
how about corrupt and sinister
For that one you mean?
There could be 8 gods, a positive and negative for each...but I know that is a little much
i was really thinking bump down to 3
Well that leaves out something though, and I came up with 4 because they are present in all things. Plus the trinity stuff is being overdone
12 attributes [4 primary, 4 secondary, 4 tertiary]....that leaves 3 attributes for each god
sorry I mean 4
I am being kinda difficult I am sorry man. Its just trinities are everywhere. I mean the one we have works but I don't want another to derive it
i understand...i did not really want to go with a trinity...check this out...you said 8.......how about one main and 7 counselling others
1 which is considered prime and independent of all....7 the number of completion...also prime
Control, Abstract, Ruin, Construct
so no on the 1:7?
I can't think of 7 things that are a part of all things
Its hard enough coming up with the 4, though if you can come up with any that are not a part of those 4 please do so, I am open to it
So what do you think of those 4?
we can conjure up 3 more if you are set on it
Not sure if it will confuse our character stuff though
shoot
what about...the writer, the artist, the engineer, the ? [something that means to take apart or test]
just an brainstorm
haven't thought it that like as the masks?
yes
The metaphor would be more clear than with what I have been writing
I thought it through, don't like it
i dont either
Hey I have a new angle
What about control, choice, construct, ruin
there would be more if we go that root
not to sure about ruin
what should it be?
what about Forge, and Smelter
Dismantle
Atrophy
Entropy
Its good. I had to change a couple things because of vagueness or because they were not appropriate to that particular mask, but you did really awesome man.
I am still on Order, but its coming along
did you see the im about the comic stuff
All around this broken table there would be shattered pieces of light shaping and reflecting a newer dimension that would refuse all imprisonment. Unconfined their energy would spill life, inevitably followed by walking death and change unbound. Newer sorrows born of deeper, more painful quality than that of loneliness. And yet without my life is naught but a muscular shadow pacing in the abyss.
good...not quite as poetic...i was getting tired of that style.....
What do you mean? What style?
Tired of the structure? Or tired of the abstraction?
the style i was using....almost straight poetry, it needed to be broken up....
Well I just try to find a harmonious medium between us that will suite the reader
It was beautiful writing, just a little confusing
understood
Almost all your metaphors and word combinations are still there
I think it is good you continue this style because it gives me alot to work with
Its hard to write initially in a flowing manner what we want to convey
I feel these naked faces attempting to pierce me into silent coercion. They sit as silent tumors ready to devour and replicate, in exponential fashion, their intent. In this Order my mind is encaged, held timid amidst desires to tear lose the bars and rampantly destroy the abyss, my home. Swirling netlike in the spire it is entwined intrinsic into all things. If brought to life this creation with its' precepts and nuances, will not bow but to its own will.
Vulnerable before me this naked face of trapped potential will become livid, teeming with agenda and revolution. Upon knees cringing before the outset of chaos, Order is animated in the essence of limitation and organization. Bathed full into the waters of would-be prophecy and over-contemplated fear, it will writhe and wave on behalf of guided purpose
this entrie's stucture is a little off: I feel these naked faces attempting to pierce me into silent coercion. They sit as silent tumors ready to devour and replicate, in exponential fashion, their intent. In this Order my mind is e.
yeah it is a little awkward. I think I am going to step away from it for now. I am still not in my right frame of my mind
I was thinking we could use a salad to represent the medly that forms the gods
we could call one god tomato, another lettuce, another cheese, and another dressing
and the creation of the universe could be called the tossing of the salad lol
You know what a shit job would be. If you were the diplomat going to seek a barbarian hordes submission
I mean and to think people probably got promoted up to messanger
When I awaken in the darkened night from my new dream with the fear it will be fleeting, I will have found some peace for there it will be coursing as a river in my tangible touch.
Too askew or long?
from dreams with fleeting fear I find peace coursing as a river within tangible touch
pronouns and tense off
better
but missing something
From my dreams I awake with the fear they will be fleeting, but instead find them coursing as a river within my touch
who is they again...the masks?
dreams in that sentence
ah, wait
it might work I don't know
ok you lost me on this part
These are the dreams that awake and find homes just outside of the palace trapped in all manner of newfound changeling matrix. Not one of the cities under the influence of Order will continue under any system. The jeweled insides of these creations will fragment under granite tainted glass should I choose this breed of darkness. I will no longer look alone to eternity. Its wings, its body, its sword I will no longer find.
I see where something can be started from this, but I don't feel it is
Upon knees cringing before the outset of chaos, Order is animated in the essence of limitation and organization. Bathed full into the waters of would-be prophecy and over-contemplated fear, it will writhe and surf on the waves of guided purpose. Ruins and entities will abound themselves upon the once stagnant, wondrous nightmare of my home. From my dreams I will awake with the fear they will be fleeting, but instead will find them coursing as a river within my touch.
touch.....core, being, mind, heart, bung hole....
the last touch...change it to one of the previous
Upon bended knees cringing before the unleashing of chaos, Order is animated with the essence of limitation and organization. Bathed full into the waters of would-be prophecy and over-contemplative fear, it will writhe on the waves of guided purpose. Ruins and entities will abound upon the once stagnant, wondrous nightmare of my home. From dreams I will awake with undenounced fear that their absence will consume me, but instead I will find them as the torrents of a river in my veins
With that last sentence I am trying to say that what usually happens is that when he sleeps his dreams are vivid but when he wakes he cannot grasp them or remember them
PeonsBane: I will awake with the fear it was a fleeting dream, but instead will find the essence coursing as a river in my veins.
i awake with fear evert at my side taunting me into believing that it was a fleeting dream
These are the dreams that awake and find homes just outside of the palace trapped in all manner of newfound changeling matrix. Not one of the cities under the influence of Order will continue under any system. The jeweled insides of these creations will fragment under granite tainted glass should I choose this breed of darkness.
I like this but I think it is kinda stagnant
It loses me
Are you trying to say that order alone will fail?
they will all fail under the fail-safe entropy right?
this is an early reference to the returning of all things to the void
Needs to be cleared up a bit
I will no longer waltz alone beside eternity. Her beauty, poetry and eloquence will no longer tempt me with seduction. The lingering poisoned kiss in every nostalgic fond embrace will haunt me as her epitaph for all ages to come
i think this might be a little much....
How so
This is where you were going...I think anyway
it sound a bit sappy....lovey dovey....my fault i am sure....it doesnt carry strenghth like the priors do...it doesnt need totall revamping, but some
I will no longer walk alone beside eternity. Her beauty and eloquence will no longer seduce me. The lingering poisoned flare in every nostalgic glance will haunt me as her epitaph for all ages to come
The lingering memory flared in every reminiscent thought will haunt me as her epitaph for all ages to come
off and on, my head hurts and its distracting me...plus that girl I liked just got back from Houston where she was staying with that other guy for days
you guys are talking?
Yeah, but its a bit masochistic of me to be doing so
carpe diem
She has feeling for and is messing around with this other guy, I don't want her regardless if she would choose him initially anyway
I must risk it. I cannot waltz alone beside eternity. Her beauty, poetry and eloquence must not lure me to inaction. The lingering memory flared in every sentimental thought of her will haunt me as an epitaph to my efforts. Neither by malice nor by vengeful heart do I so detach; she will simply evolve within me from the black abyss to a point of light, beckoning me to endeavor. Her origin of form a pained memory forgotten with violent release.
Its good. I had to change a couple things because of vagueness or because they were not appropriate to that particular mask, but you did really awesome man.
I am still on Order, but its coming along
I feel these naked faces attempting to pierce me into silent coercion. They sit as silent tumors ready to devour and replicate, in exponential fashion, their intent. In this Order my mind is encaged, held timid amidst desires to tear lose the bars and rampantly destroy the abyss, my home. Swirling netlike in the spire it is entwined intrinsic into all things. If brought to life this creation with its' precepts and nuances, will not bow but to its own will.
Vulnerable before me this naked face of trapped potential will become livid, teeming with agenda and revolution. Upon knees cringing before the outset of chaos, Order is animated in the essence of limitation and organization. Bathed full into the waters of would-be prophecy and over-contemplated fear, it will writhe and wave on behalf of guided pur
this entrie's stucture is a little off: I feel these naked faces attempting to pierce me into silent coercion. They sit as silent tumors ready to devour and replicate, in exponential fashion, their intent. In this Order my mind is
yeah it is a little awkward. I think I am going to step away from it for now. I am still not in my right frame of my mind
what if the monolith is time and they all remain bound to it, but when awoken creation starts
read what I sent before?
I must risk it. I cannot waltz alone beside eternity. Her beauty, poetry and eloquence must not lure me to inaction. The lingering memory flared in every sentimental thought of her will haunt me as an epitaph to my efforts. Neither by malice nor by vengeful heart do I so detach; she will simply evolve within me from the black abyss to a point of light, beckoning me to endeavor. Her origin of form a pained memory forgotten with violent release.
no that was another part I am pretty sure
cancelled out the waltz thing...you know for someone who likes dance metaphors you defeat the romantic notion of em lol
My children of the cosmos beckon me to give them life. They dance in my mind in choreographed measure, a dark dance of storms. Awestruck I gaze on in trepidation, the lucid-skinned bodies sealed and assimilated in the spire before me. The door will be closed and the key undone, binding them forever in a structured prison of delineated time. Chiseled down to broken shards of what once made all eternal, these new fragments will be set free with no instruction.
I am almost done editing order
Only echoed silhouettes of karmic temperance, the timeline that was once a mere monolith, and their restraints upon each other bind their action and potential. The monolith their only solace, it is the one stark constant that heals and hears their concerns, next to myself. With Order before me I feel my plan and the path to be made manifest. It is might to keep balance and the will to maintain it, to brace against the dynamic changes to come.
is this a stand alone paragraph or imbedded in an existing one
it begins in the middle of one then ends it
that makes more sense...
the first sentence is a run-on i think
Only echoed silhouettes of karmic temperance, the timeline that was once a mere monolith, and their restraints upon each other bind their action and potential. The monolith their only solace, it is the one stark constant that heals and hears their concernssave myself. With Order before I feel the path that will be made manifest. It is might that will keep the balance and the will shall maintain it, bracing against the dynamic changes to come.
edit chapters as they are finished
its fine. We would not be in a good place if we didn't nail it down a chapter at a time
Well for one a better initial and more concrete description of what the visual is from the "ones" perspective
I want a few more poems
you mean the masks and monolith? Yes
more poems
More visual description
More poems
Better transitions
transitions are weak
They definitely need severe work...I want to be able to see where a paragraph is coming from and going to and I don't
Also
What if the abyss is a lake
or an ocean
literally
here is the deal on the reader...i am going to get jom to read/edit/mutilate....but i want both of us to do the same foe his issue #1...
i like ocean alot better than "abyss"
The black ocean
sounds better
i am going to send it to you tonight and it will be our homework....it is 20 pages....large font and arrannged visaully so it is and easy read.....tear it up though...
be as critical as we are with each other
black ocean is great
waters work better for metaphors
wait
what about white ocean? white water has never been done
mercurychair@sprintpcs.com account
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as soon as we read and critique this we will be able to turn aroiund and get him to do the same for ours....i am telling you man jim is the absolute best resource we have right now outside of ourselves...we dont need to sit on this...you will understand after you meet hi
talked to jim today and i am scoping out a comic publisher for him...can you go to google and do a search for copyrights...can you download the template and email it to sangsara
standing on the precipice of damnation he dipped his finger into the white ocean just as he accepted the curse of time. sated with its euphoria he danced through his children the dance that is now life....the dance that is now carried through all that have a beginning. a cycle born and woven into the pristine sinews that make up the body electric that is now active inside every corner of a closed universe...he danced as his mind raged over the torments of an eternal vantage point...the captor of the most covetted seat at the only opera to have ever played...dancing mad...wild in his heart as his children course and burned....melding with time...influencing one another with firey soul measured freedom of the unleashed...tearing down a path unlit by any torch....plaqued with a will to live unconsumed by the darkness of the white (birth waters) that where once their home...dry, clean and free from maternal grip...ripped to life by the dementia of a keeper unschooled in the art of time...kept silent for a reason...kept silent because of revolution.....
And I had surgical addiction
You know what that is?
what is that
metallic implants?
hanging from ceilings and stuff?
at goth clubs
dont worry everyone in love has this dream
Its where you are addicted to operating on yourself or other people. Like cutting yourself just to sow it up
oh self mutilation
its in the DSM 4
Its more than that but yeah
it follows severe bipolar...schitophernia and borderline personality types
surgical addiction...nice ring to it
"Product 33"
the murderer is a bald female that suffers from trichtolomania, obsession with the number 33 and is now surgically addicted...thanks jason you rock
trict=obbsessed with hair removal in painful ways
I was being serious, that dream
I cut my girlfriend to pieces in it and I couldn't stop myself
Through the eyes of some mysterious winged perspective we tour the dank black ocean of eternity. Gliding over its ominous dark waves one can't help but be awestruck by its majesty and bliss. So serene as to warrant marvel, it is a monument to the wonder of mercurial perfection. We circle upon a peculiar point of interest standing stark against the silence, four shackled masks arranged upon a small ceremonial island.
Closer inspection reveals a monolith center to the four, diversity in the face of each mask, and an accompanying plaque beneath each with inscriptions of some length. Chained to the monolith and bound in a heavy metallic sleep they are denied all possibility of mutual influence. Quickly our perspective changes and we are dragged screaming, diving in a spiral toward the towering monolith, ultimately and abruptly perching upon it.
i really like heavy metallic sleep
It flow better now?
yeah it do flow betta.......you want to be a rapper with me
the magnificiently white duo
I closed the window before, I have no idea why either.
Standing on the precipice of damnation he dipped his finger into the Mercurial ocean just as he accepted the curse of time. Sated with its euphoria he danced through his children the dance that is now life. The dance that is now carried through all that have a beginning. A cycle born and woven into the pristine sinews that make up the body electric that is now active inside every corner of a closed universe. He danced as his mind raged over the torments of an eternal vantage point. The captor of the most covetted seat at the only opera to have ever played. Dancing mad, wild in his heart as his children coursed and burned melding with time influencing one another with firey soul measured freedom of the unleashed tearing down a path unlit by any torch....plaqued with a will to live unconsumed by the darkness of the Chrome birth waters that where once their home...dry, clean and free from maternal grip...ripped to life by the dementia of a keeper unschooled in the art of time...kept silent for a reason...kept silent because of revolution.....
That is good. Its more deliberate then what you usually write. I had a clear idea of what you were talking about and where you were going. Sometimes you get a little vague. Really good
use it somewhere
i thought the ocean was white
Maybe silver..like Mercury
dude my email is mecury chair
how about mercurial waters
it makes since with all the metal metaphors
Yes. Mercury water
mecurial ocean
You can know the temperture of the universe at all times lol
have you ever played with HG B4 ?
No, its poisonous
but really it is finished an easier for a more visual artist to see than the high minded philosophy that we have that is still unfinished
it makes since why he would be lost
it does now after seeing the juxtaposition between concrete and abstract styles
man I am about to shave my head. I am sick of this mop
my vision is a melodica band...i will play you a song that i hope to work on next time you are over...good stuff
so what kind of book deal do you think we will get?
I don't know. Probably not alot for our first book, or that is what I hear
there are different deals...
some with big advances, but if you don't sale that is all you get
we negotiate what we want
If you self-publish you get alot more per book going to your own pocket
we dont want to self publish
I know
This edit is still going to take a while
I must have spent 5 hrs on it already
Stuff needs to be added here and there
I was kinda toying with the idea of a poem for each mask
that could work
i am not scared of slow edit
i want it to be perfect...screw speed
he like the game title by the way The IND
check this out
jim is having dinner with mike williams, the owner of lrgames, and he is going to casully talk about the game...
he is also giving us a crit when ch 1 is done
does he know enough to be able to do that?
the dinner conv or the crit?
dinner
it is not going to be a formal pitch type conv...he assured me that it was going to be light and casual...
but he is going to drop our names and possible contact info if it goes well
should we make up a one page synopsis for him to bring with?
he did read the re-write that i took to dallas, and he saw the tree, as i explained it, so he has a pretty good grasp of our direction
synopsis would be perfect, we deinitily need that
do that tonight?
when are they having dinner
if you can...we can do it together tonight...i think fri but it may be sat
If they are interested in the game, the book may end up having to wait
possibly, but lets go full forward with the book for the present
dont you think
yes
i am excited man
i cant wait to have a finished chapter behind us...by the way i really like the poem for each mask idea...there is something there
hey choose a business card logo today and i am going to give a copy to a friend of mine and we are going to go ahead and get that going...so bring sketch book with you tonight
the mountains and the sun
I mean I write in fragments, but I think they sound well so I leave them
Through the eyes of some mysterious winged perspective we tour the silver mercurial waters of the ocean of eternity as set against a vast dark sky. Gliding over its ominous undulating waves one can't help but be awestruck by the brilliant intermingling of shadow casting tidals and silvered reflections, derived from some light unseen.
So engaging to warrant marvel, it is a monument of omnipresent mercurial perfection. Suddenly the angle of perspective becomes sweeping, and then finally arcing into a circular path set about a peculiar point of interest. Standing stark against the silence, four shackled masks arranged upon a small ceremonial island.
Closer inspection reveals a monolith center to the four, diversity in the face of each mask, and an accompanying plaque beneath each with inscriptions of some length. Chained to the monolith and bound in a heavy metallic sleep they are denied all but twitching animation.
suddenly our perspective changes and we are dragged screaming, diving in a spiral toward the towering monolith abruptly perching upon it.
that IS final copy for the first paragraph
Nothing much. I am offsetting the plaques in a slighty smaller font and 1.5 spacing instead of 2, all indented. To separate the plaque as a deliberate read.
From this perch the form of our perspective gazes upon his surrounding pieces, eyes falling first upon the elaborate plaque beneath the mask ahead of him.
The Mask of Order: Sentinel from the temptations of chaos. Vault to all known and seen. First of the two motivations, Order is responsible for all of the organized action to be set forth upon time. It holds all forms and actions deliberate for the goal of control and predictability
The voice of caution dwelling on fear of the unknown, but also as a positive force instilling purpose and guidance. From this need to guide it will obsessively seek out all facts and figures, a savage desperate will set forth to seer. Encapsulating all seeming predictable for the guise of future sight. The idealistic catalogue of all action and event is locked inside of Order and filed away for all time.
Fathomed charts and graphs of probability, it will long forever for the solace found in prophecy. Though a slaved protégé to linear time, it will gain affluence and influence.
PeonsBane: Taking a moment to ponder the plaque his stare drifts slowly, rising in respect toward the closed eyes of Order. Upon contact the eyes flash violently open and he is assailed with vagrant thoughts, wrought with fears, doubts, and hopes.
The voice of caution dwelling on fear of the unknown, but also as a positive force instilling purpose and guidance. From this need to guide it will obsessively seek out all facts and figures, all filigre and shadow,a savage desperate will set forth to seer. Encapsulating all seeming predictable for the guise of future sight. The idealistic catalogue of all action and event is locked inside of Order and filed away for all time.
A chess set with the book stuff as pieces
the 4 masks as king and queens
Do you remember the "we" paragraph you wrote?
we this, we that...remember?
Well that is going to be a spell
At the end of the first chapter where he brings them to life
Oh and by the way I am about done with page 5 and I edited that entire page of a paragraph that will be the spell [that is another page]. I want to add affects as that paragraph goes on when I get to it though...like "the mercurial waters begin to spiral about the Mask's temple" or something like that
The tribute to my sea of subtle bliss, Entropy is my one conciliation. It will limit all expansion no matter how purposed or impulsive, keeping the spire in check. For no matter what abounds in this new world Entropy will cage it to segmented time. There will be no permanence. No stagnant rock eternal, enduring all trial and tribulation. All is made to fall in my vortex storm-verse, so it is ensured by Entropy.
PeonsBane: I will not risk the complacency of my creation. Force of decay will stoke the fires, rather than watching them sway contented till the end of time. It is lack of possible of change that irrepressibly inclines things to merely exist. No likelihood of new design or intent without something giving way, making room for new vibrant form.
I will dwell on this form no longer, for it and the form before it are cautions in my endeavor of risk. Were I too pay it too much respect to Order and Entropy I may find myself with resuscitated regard for my current residence.
Just some stuff I had to write in today, had a paragraph missing flow-wise
You never sent me that revision yesterday
Planting uncounted realities in vast succession and driving the nails of new form into the sheer blanket of oblivion
Its a fragment but it sounds good
As if the prototype concept of something new engages him, he roars introspectively before the waters of recession. "As one union, my Masks, we will create something dynamic and dangerous, but lasting. Not purveyors of some sadistic need, nor intoxicated with the sloth and ignorance of consequence, we will crack open the stoic face of conformity. Laughing heartily in the face of empty, unfulfilling perfection we will shatter the anchored chains of fear.
Breaking bravado and casting its rotten robes asunder, rededicating them to the night. Truly we will part waters in this swelling silver chasm, marking our right as its' rightful owner, maker, and ultimate master. Defiant, looking into the lights of mad silence while shrieking as banshees crying out in disdain. The echoes of our scream affect change within us, making us warriors not victims of its' story.
To stride boldly before our potential fall and not allow the wind to chase us unprepared into dreams we are unworthy and unready to dream. May we not look upon this birth as innocent, and instead handle it carefully as some unfathomable, volatile dynamo. Humble in the knowledge that we once were divine and pleasant with the expanse and with its unsettling silent poisons.
PeonsBane: Tread deep into the primordial traces of the mind. We will not cease nor lust over any temporal satisfaction, but appreciate it and digress not allowing complacency time to seduce us. I give you four the power to tame the graveyards that will attempt to swallow up your enigmas, your seeded whims, and your incomplete wishes to soar.
Erect newer and more perfect, but temporal euphoric creations for sun-time and Entropy to tear away. Together speak now my beasts, my masks, my children. Roar beside me. Befriend your shame of infancy and exemplify your savage wills. Execute the silence. Ravage into the night slaying the tedium that permeates its' cold lifeless heart.
PeonsBane: Destroy this mockery of self-indulgent beauty. Conquest and fester over the expanse. Phase into the unseen side of lunacy and defile the decadence and luster. Ravage into the night slaying the defiance that permeates its' cold lifeless heart. Now finally, and at long I beckon. I taunt. I tempt you to awaken. Breathe my dark sculptures and rage. Storm now before me!"
Breathe my dark sculptures and rage.
I just think its best if the poetry is mixed into the writing rather than it being constant. I mean this way it is a point of interest rather than rule. Makes it more interesting I think
what font size are you wanting for when we submit, to show the right number of pages I mean
i think it is a 10 pt...but not certain
get on any publishing site and look at their guidelines for publication
it gives you all the specs
Such force of chaos action I dread the whole of my mind may be lost to its' components.
Water will become the light to fuel the funneled omnipotent storm.
I wrote around a page of raw stuff and am working to incorporate the next paragrapg which is stuff you wrote
To speak these words upon Forge is to cloak my fear. As a seeming father I instruct it, but it is as a child I stand here uncertain. It knows its nature better than I. No knowledge of Forge avails me, merely the conceptual ideas inherent in its making. My metaphorical hands molded this infant, but here it sits evolved beyond my comprehension. The risk foretold by this prospective masterwork is near as elaborate as the need.
Thankfully I feel this is finally the time. Too many occasions before I have looked upon my children with uncertain anxious eyes, only to walk away from them in apprehension, a victim to my trepidation. Is it right a father should so fear his children? They are but parts of me, facets to my mind.
Is it chaste I should revoke these denied aspects of myself? Is it earnest that I should disembark once more, denying my true temperament?
New Paragraph...The waters of this mind now raging white with ambition will soon spill over and into the animation of each individual agenda. I will be a soft still voice that permeates the very ether they inhabit. My departure from the darkened expanse of this necropolis is eminent.
PeonsBane: The life of my Masks is on the precipice of a pending deluge, breaking forth with unremitting tidal energy against the dam of time. The pressure of the pending breath will rupture from all sides and I will mind the floodgates. Such force of chaos action I dread the whole of my mind may be lost to its' components. Water will morph to light, fueling the funneled omnipotent storm then all to darkness before the spires' quickening.
The excitement of the scenario engages me so but I cannot embrace its cultivation until one last piece is placed. My one true tangible terror left to confront and embrace. New Paragraph...
PeonsBane: With a slow and timid turn the Keeper sees the plaque of Fracture before him. It is obvious there is fear in this act, as if a grimace is upon the nature of his soul. It is a single solemn awkward step to face the plaque but he takes it in an ever so suspicious measure.
Fracture: The Evader of the Maze and the Prism of impulsive action. Fracture is instantaneous and unpredictable action. It is the small crack in the glass that cascades throughout the ventana, racing in fervor toward variant beauty. With abstraction the tempest of the cosmos is made volatile. Unpredictability exists in any moment of Order's weakness, or Fracture's strength.
Purpose is nowhere to be found. Choices it makes are made in a moment, unaffected by the need to create, destroy, or accomplish. It gives flame its erratic nature, causes errant and unpredictable action, and brings forth individuality to all entities and objects.
Fracture is the voice of wisdom in the Quadra, for it knows no future. It embraces the unpredictable aspect of every moment and feeds upon it. It is the heart of the unknown, denying fact but embracing truth.
Close embedded section
A heavy metaphorical gasp falls upon the Keeper, and it ripples once more through the oceanic expanse. It is most obvious at this point the source of his darkest discretion. Fracture is the one characteristic he has most deliberately avoided for all known being. Unpredictability and chaos personified in the mask sitting just afore him.
I'm almost to page 10
I have about 2 pages single spaced for the next chapter
Its about the ether race
Its very specific right now, it needs to be broadened
Life first took form in beings driven by a substance known as ether. Unlike what is thought today as energy, ether was an energetic liquid similar to magma but cool to the touch and present within all life. It was a near perpetual self-sustaining substance. Ether life forms needed no food or hydration and its' presence was sustained until such time that a vein of ether was severely severed or it's vibrancy faded.
The ether's life force was not so much permanent but dependant on situations similar to what we call evolution. As life forms found purpose in the abyss their ether burned bright. When the need of a species faded, so too did its essence. Sentience changed this equation. With the advent of sentience belief was found to spark ether's light as well as purpose. The one single sentient race to develop from ether is known as the Scripture.
The Scripture were a race of ashen skinned ether creatures. As ether-beings they were almost majority caste driven, this deriving from the need for purpose. There were several different cities or groups scattered distantly about the world. Each city was a fortress in itself, either simplistic and consolidated or intricate and expansive.
Sects of poets and others of warriors or artisans all encompassed the individual purposed aspects of Scripture society. Though the society did not need food, the world they lived in demanded cooperation.
Harsh weather conditions and an unforgiving landscape wrought with magma fissures, not to mention the presence of savage wildlife. Ether animals of vast size and ferocity plagued the landscape. There was nearly never a time when the Scripture sent out parties of less than ten warriors.
Before too long a particular clan happened upon a particular array of symbols seeming to dot the intricate landscape. Though not visible to the naked eye there were occasions upon which they would notice hidden shapes upon natural objects in the wild. These shapes only happen to reveal themselves with the roar, call, or trill of different animals and wildlife.
To add to this enigma was the abundance of the shapes. Even on rare occasions shapes would ignite upon individual Scriptors. Sometimes the shapes were small and others large, seemingly dependant upon the size of the life form. Before too long the Scripture had began to meddle with creating these runes on their own. Mixed results accompanied these experiments and several died in the process of trial and error.
An incorrectly scripted written rune would explode violently, occasionally scarring or mentally warping the victim. Despite the risk involved the clan remained fascinated and intrigued by this new discovery and over years and years of trial and error were finally able to replicate the most simplistic of rune-shapes that were found on inanimate objects.
These were restricted to minor things at first, empowering spears with the nature of a rock for instance making it more durable. Finally the race began to use this cipher to enhance the properties of all weapons and tools, but still they were ignorant to the full potential until one day a particular Scriptor stumbled upon a formerly hidden aspect.
When on a scouting mission he happened to hear something strange, a harmonic pulsing resonation. Following this sound he came upon a cave. Before him were elaborate, translucent crystalline structures burning individually to the resonance within the cave. Closer he examined the individual crystals to notice they too possessed runic forms.
Only with the clear nature of the crystals he was able to discern that the runes were not two-dimensional inscriptions as once thought, but elaborate constructions encompassing a three dimensional and intricate shape. Then he noticed as well that the individual sections of the wall possessed runes as well, and the two-dimensional component to their inner form was burning bright to corresponding auditory pulsation.
For a long time he kept his discovery a secret, intent on documenting every facet before introducing such a brazen concept before the ruling body of his people. There were several things of which he began to notice in his observation. The first was that each crystal seemed to ignite only at particular arrangement of tones. He noted these as best he could.
Accommodating the sounds to those within his people's language. The second thing he noticed was that it was possible to excavate the runes within an object, chipping away the object itself but leaving the rune within preserved. He attempted this process. Before long the bare rune was detached from the rock it was before, a sleek three-dimensional shape of exquisite grace sitting before him.
He quickly and excitedly searched his documentation of the crystals in the cavern to see if it resembled any of the others. He happened to also notice that as certain sounds in the cave were audible certain segments of the rune would alight with blue flame.
He documented the exact sounds that encompassed the full nature of the rune before him until ultimately he had documented each and every stroke of ignition. The problem he noticed was that the fire would die quickly when a single stroke was lit. The select few times that more than a single stroke was lit in succession they both burned much brighter and more extensively.
PeonsBane: Deciding it was time for an experiment he attempted to recite the sounds from his phonic descriptions. Repeatedly trying to annunciate the facets of each resonance, which in their selves were quite elaborate, he was unable to ignite a single stroke within his excavated rune. Some time went by and the scout made his home in the cave.
Night and day he studied them. So obsessed, it seemed to encompass his every waking moment.
He made a life out of his obsession. He would search each day in the surrounding areas for other caves, always venturing far as possible but within relative close radius of his cave habitat with all the drive and purpose of a fanati
This fanatical inclination was changing the scout. Though he was unaware of it, he was physically changing. His fervor had ignited the ether in his veins and he glowed with the power of its essence. Each passing day brought him deeper into obsession and as these days passed the scouts veins began to glow brighter and brighter. From a distance the scout was nothing but a glowing blue orb pacing frantically about the landscape
Excavated runes scattered everywhere as sculptured monuments to his will. And all this time he had yet to succeed in igniting a full rune, always on the verge of completing the annunciation but it never culminating in a full runic ignition. Finally one day the scout sat down irritated, such had been the case many times before from impotent frustration. Babbling about how it was a fruitless waste of effort and thinking back to his home for the first time in years.
He noted the date on a makeshift calendar upon the wall and composed himself. It was done. It was time to go home. Five years to the date had passed and this search had done nothing but drained at his sanity. In anger and rage he began to shatter the runes around him. Shattering the fragile sculptures about him. Breaking every one within gaze.
Tears of ether breaking his focus, until finally he looked upon the first rune he had excavated, the one idolizing the entire span of his search. He howled a shrill cry and just before he reached out to shatter it he was inclined to speak once more. Intently he stared and focused upon it. Then it happened. The sounds harmonized in graceful succession from his mouth.
PeonsBane: One by one the strokes composing the rune alit with bright blue fire. Each new rune ignited causing the entire form to burn more intensely, until finally the rune alit completely. A flash of light exploded and before him the rune began to mold itself back to the original form of the rock he had originally stripped away.
Finally and at long last his madness seemed but a memory. Focused and intent he danced around the landscape. He tried the same rune again. This time he focused on a space of open area. He spoke the runes components once more. As he spoke a rune began to form before him adrift, near exact to the rune of the rock before. Finally it was created and immediately took solid form, created a near replica of the original rock.
He creates this stone tower from what he learns. Its a big ritual. He speaks the rune words and destroys all the caves and boulders in the area.
This is after 5 more yrs of study
Then he sings for 2 days
and the tower is created before him
He rests then.
i have a visual i thought of for this last night...i will show you
for 3 months
then decides to take a trip
He sets his eyes on this ether forest on the horizon
He goes there to learn of more forms, cause thus far he has only mastered stone
And an entire chapter can be his exploits in the forest if you wanted.
He is the one who originates spoken
Then over time we go to spiritual era
Then technological
Its gonna be cool. Once he gets done with the forrest he returns home and creates new intricacies for his home
I am going to go back and insert some stuff about wildlife and some encounters regarding attacks and what not
attack on
I was thinking maybe the dissident char could follow his path possibly.
A treat for those who read the book.
This really brutal torturing murderer who looked kinda like a fat hick could not be killed and ate souls also. He was after me for whatever reason I don't remember and I got away for several months then he found me
sounds like that movie had a subcon. impact
Then somehow the entire dream seemed to turn all the characters to women and I didn't seem to notice. One of them I knew was me and she very brave and defiant, it was very odd
I am still shaking. This dream I was so into I had no idea it was a dream
lucidity is amazing
I think creative people have very odd dream-related lives.
Its very possible you are dreaming alot and repressing. People can go insane if they actually are not dreaming
REM sleep is one of the bodies defenses
Dreams pacify the more intense craziness that would consume us when we are awake
Did you write any last night?
i did
i got back in the mad scientist vein and wrote 3 pages more on him
I want our individual writing styles present in alot of chapters. If we dissect too much from each other I think it will be lost. So I think we should take on individual stories and use our own styles where appropriate. I don't want to edit what you wrote here like with the first chapter stuff.
The first chapter needed it
you dont think this needs editing
It doesn't need to be rewritten and reorganized though. Jimmy was saying we need to tie each of these characters to the backbone of the book. So long as that is done I don't want to mess with your flow.
In other words, why are we reading about this character
What is his role to the origins or concepts of the universe
How is his influence important
What does the reader learn from him
That kinda thing
so did you like the flow so far?
I think so. It's hard for me to follow sometimes. I like it though. The poetry is so abundant I forget you are talking about real things sometimes
Start before the scalping and lead up to the invention of AI
did you get the video?
It starts off being about 50 yrs after gaia's peak time
that is when mining is present deep in the earth
maybe 100 yrs is more realistic but whatever
i can do that
Maybe there is a mining city or something that lived underground before and they were the pinnacle of technology at present day
Mining city is the most technological present day city
Not necessarily mining but they are deep underground
where does this fall on the time line?
basically present day, maybe a year or two after everyone elses story.
or maybe each story ends in some way by this would be event
where on the outline does it fall?
After what I am writing I think
We go from past to future to present
that which is not impossible is inevitable
what do you think of the name Overiah
OVER I AH
i am writing a short story about a society of "over souls" and this may be the main character's name
interesting, has a nice roll to it
over souls?
i think we would have an AMAZING time together
so, what are over souls?
oversouls are going to tie in with Anthiogens somehow...i am not there yet but they are a mechanism of our person that is presently detached
the bridge will soon be found to "discover" the over soul
ah, hmm,, sounds intriguing
and "oversoul" is just a place holder for now
the name itself may change..the concept will not
good thought, place holder
I need the FLA for a port engine room 2 speed supply fan, size 3 stares, 70 amp breaker and 30 horsepower
the oversoul of is attached to the collective uncounscious of the corporate human soul(seele in German)
like a hologram
the collective is a derivitive of Gaia
Very interesting
very very interesting, actually
which has been Patriarclly suppresses for mellinia
each oversoul contains the seed to resurrect Gaia
yes, are you also gonna have some genetic memory involved?
Gaia is the chosen one to Restore balance and reunite the oversoul
yes on the memory
The culmination and celebration has been written already
i am writing this piece backwards from end to beginning
did you see my picture of gaia on my myspace?
The Celebration part is a chapter called
Festival of the Gaiatic Saints
it is a chapter near the end
wow you just helped me evolve an arc I needed..thank you
what did you mean by "write backwards"?
no worries
I see an end and then build around it
I have diagrams that show how the laws of this universe acts
they are pretty...want to see
I would like to see the diagrams
let me find them...i think i know right where they are
i dont know how it is going to look on your end it is pretty detailed
3.5 by 2.5 feet
i will send a couple of blow ups
too
the main characters are The Linguist
The theorist
The Mad Scientist again all place holders
The dissisent
The artifact which is AI
They all live in the GAIASPHERE
oh, I couldn't find the theorist, but I found him
it has many moving parts
I will have to spend some time looking at these, you are right it's detailed
There are a few main events that take place to take balance out of the Gaiasphere
The SCALPING of the planet
and a phenomenon I call Fracture that causes everything to disintegrate over time
Fracture is like a larger force that has purpose like a spirit but is unseen
powerful, but unseen like our belief systems and structures
so Fracture is almost like a religion or a force like gravity
it is understood that it has always existed...
does fracture make a (I don't know) like heat wave or energy wave, where it's not detected but a force is there..
but it really hasnt always existed...it was born...but before humans
it makes a wave...you can see it in the diagram at the bottom...it is an ether wave
there is ether and there is electricity
at the bottom the 2 waves come together to birth Artificial intelligence called "the Artifact"
it functions on either plane and is one of a kind
this is what was carried in the arc of the covenant of the old testiment...so I can arc it to our time as a social portal
yes
this originally started out as a computer game...i had a staff of writers...artists, and programmers
it fell through and I used the remnants to write a book
artists are hard to manage
as a people group
In mathematics and physics, a soliton is a self-reinforcing solitary wave (a wave packet or pulse) that maintains its shape while it travels at constant speed. Solitons are caused by a cancellation of nonlinear and dispersive effects in the medium. "Dispersive effects" refer to dispersion relations between the frequency and the speed of the waves. Solitons arise as the solutions of a widespread class of weakly nonlinear dispersive partial differential equations describing physical systems. The soliton phenomenon was first described by John Scott Russell (1808–1882) who observed a solitary wave in the Union Canal in Scotland. He reproduced the phenomenon in a wave tank and named it the "Wave of Translation".
A single, consensus definition of a soliton is difficult to find. Drazin and Johnson (1989) ascribe 3 properties to solitons:[1]
1. They are of permanent form;
2. They are localised within a region;
3. They can interact with other solitons, and emerge from the collision unchanged, except for a phase shift.
More formal definitions exist, but they require substantial mathematics. Moreover, some scientists use the term soliton for phenomena that do not quite have these three properties (for instance, the 'light bullets' of nonlinear optics are often called solitons despite losing energy during interaction).
Explanation
Dispersion and non-linearity can interact to produce permanent and localized wave forms. Consider a pulse of light traveling in glass. This pulse can be thought of as consisting of light of several different frequencies. Since glass shows dispersion, these different frequencies will travel at different speeds and the shape of the pulse will therefore change over time. However, there is also the non-linear Kerr effect: the refractive index of a material at a given frequency depends on the light's amplitude or strength. If the pulse has just the right shape, the Kerr effect will exactly cancel the dispersion effect, and the pulse's shape won't change over time: a soliton. See soliton (optics) for a more detailed description.
Many exactly solvable models have soliton solutions, including the Korteweg–de Vries equation, the nonlinear Schrödinger equation, the coupled nonlinear Schrödinger equation, and the sine-Gordon equation. The soliton solutions are typically obtained by means of the inverse scattering transform and owe their stability to the integrability of the field equations. The mathematical theory of these equations is a broad and very active field of mathematical research.
Some types of tidal bore, a wave phenomenon of a few rivers including the River Severn, are 'undular': a wavefront followed by a train of solitons. Other solitons occur as the undersea internal waves, initiated by seabed topography, that propagate on the oceanic pycnocline. Atmospheric solitons also exist, such as the Morning Glory Cloud of the Gulf of Carpentaria, where pressure solitons travelling in a temperature inversion layer produce vast linear roll clouds. The recent and not widely accepted soliton model in neuroscience proposes to explain the signal conduction within neurons as pressure solitons.
A topological soliton, or topological defect, is any solution of a set of partial differential equations that is stable against decay to the "trivial solution." Soliton stability is due to topological constraints, rather than integrability of the field equations. The constraints arise almost always because the differential equations must obey a set of boundary conditions, and the boundary has a non-trivial homotopy group, preserved by the differential equations. Thus, the differential equation solutions can be classified into homotopy classes. There is no continuous transformation that will map a solution in one homotopy class to another. The solutions are truly distinct, and maintain their integrity, even in the face of extremely powerful forces. Examples of topological solitons include the screw dislocation in a crystalline lattice, the Dirac string and the magnetic monopole in electromagnetism, the Skyrmion and the Wess-Zumino-Witten model in quantum field theory, and cosmic strings and domain walls in cosmology.
History
In 1834, John Scott Russell describes his wave of translation.[nb 1] The discovery is described here in Scott Russell's own words:[nb 2]
"I was observing the motion of a boat which was rapidly drawn along a narrow channel by a pair of horses, when the boat suddenly stopped – not so the mass of water in the channel which it had put in motion; it accumulated round the prow of the vessel in a state of violent agitation, then suddenly leaving it behind, rolled forward with great velocity, assuming the form of a large solitary elevation, a rounded, smooth and well-defined heap of water, which continued its course along the channel apparently without change of form or diminution of speed. I followed it on horseback, and overtook it still rolling on at a rate of some eight or nine miles an hour, preserving its original figure some thirty feet long and a foot to a foot and a half in height. Its height gradually diminished, and after a chase of one or two miles I lost it in the windings of the channel. Such, in the month of August 1834, was my first chance interview with that singular and beautiful phenomenon which I have called the Wave of Translation".[2]
Scott Russell spent some time making practical and theoretical investigations of these waves, he built wave tanks at his home and noticed some key properties:
▪ The waves are stable, and can travel over very large distances (normal waves would tend to either flatten out, or steepen and topple over)
▪ The speed depends on the size of the wave, and its width on the depth of water.
▪ Unlike normal waves they will never merge – so a small wave is overtaken by a large one, rather than the two combining.
▪ If a wave is too big for the depth of water, it splits into two, one big and one small.
Scott Russell's experimental work seemed at odds with the Isaac Newton and Daniel Bernoulli's theories of hydrodynamics. George Biddell Airy and George Gabriel Stokes had difficulty accepting Scott Russell's experimental observations because they could not be explained by the existing water wave theories. Their contemporaries spent some time attempting to extend the theory but it would take until the 1870s before Joseph Boussinesq and Lord Rayleigh published a theoretical treatment and solutions.[nb 3] In 1895 Diederik Korteweg and Gustav de Vries provided what is now known as the Korteweg–de Vries equation, including solitary wave and periodic cnoidal wave solutions.[3][nb 4]
In 1965 Norman Zabusky of Bell Labs and Martin Kruskal of Princeton University first demonstrated soliton behaviour in media subject to the Korteweg–de Vries equation (KdV equation) in a computational investigation using a finite difference approach. They also showed how this behavior explained the puzzling earlier work of Fermi, Pasta and Ulam.
In 1967, Gardner, Greene, Kruskal and Miura discovered an inverse scattering transform enabling analytical solution of the KdV equation. The work of Peter Lax on Lax pairs and the Lax equation has since extended this to solution of many related soliton-generating systems.
Solitons in fiber optics
See also Soliton (optics)
Much experimentation has been done using solitons in fiber optics applications. Solitons' inherent stability make long-distance transmission possible without the use of repeaters, and could potentially double transmission capacity as well.[4]
In 1973, Akira Hasegawa of AT&T Bell Labs was the first to suggest that solitons could exist in optical fibers, due to a balance between self-phase modulation and anomalous dispersion. Also in 1973 Robin Bullough made the first mathematical report of the existence of optical solitons. He also proposed the idea of a soliton-based transmission system to increase performance of optical telecommunications.
Solitons in a fiber optic system are described by the Manakov equations.
In 1987, P. Emplit, J.P. Hamaide, F. Reynaud, C. Froehly and A. Barthelemy, from the Universities of Brussels and Limoges, made the first experimental observation of the propagation of a dark soliton, in an optical fiber.
In 1988, Linn Mollenauer and his team transmitted soliton pulses over 4,000 kilometers using a phenomenon called the Raman effect, named for the Indian scientist Sir C. V. Raman who first described it in the 1920s, to provide optical gain in the fiber.
In 1991, a Bell Labs research team transmitted solitons error-free at 2.5 gigabits per second over more than 14,000 kilometers, using erbium optical fiber amplifiers (spliced-in segments of optical fiber containing the rare earth element erbium). Pump lasers, coupled to the optical amplifiers, activate the erbium, which energizes the light pulses.
In 1998, Thierry Georges and his team at France Telecom R&D Center, combining optical solitons of different wavelengths (wavelength division multiplexing), demonstrated a data transmission of 1 terabit per second (1,000,000,000,000 units of information per second).
For some reasons, it is possible to observe both positive and negative solitons in optic fibre. However, usually only positive solitons are observed for water waves since any attempt to create a wave of depression results in a train of oscillatory waves. (A positive soliton is related to a positive sech2 profile and a negative soliton is connected to a wave profile of the form −sech2.)
In 2000, Cundiff predicts the existence of vector soliton in birefringence fiber cavity passively mode locking through SESAM. The polarization state of such vector soliton could either be rotating or locked depending on the cavity parameters.[5]
In 2008, D.Y.Tang et al. observe a novel form of higher-order vector soliton from the perspect of experiments and numerical simulations. Different types of vector solitons and the polarization state of vector solitons have been investigated in his group.[6]
Bions
This section requires expansion.
The bound state of two solitons is known as a bion.
In field theory BIon usually refers to the solution of the Born–Infeld model. The name appears to have been coined by G.W. Gibbons in order to distinguish this solution from the conventional soliton, understood as a regular, finite-energy (and usually stable) solution of a differential equation describing some physical system.[8] The word regular means a smooth solution carrying no sources at all. However, the solution of the Born-Infeld model still carries a source in the form of a Dirac-delta function at the origin. As a consequence it displays a singularity in this point (although the electric field is everywhere regular). In some physical contexts (for instance string theory) this feature can be important, which motivated the introduction of a special name for this class of solitons.
On the other hand, when gravity is added (i.e. when considering the coupling of the Born–Infeld model to General Relativity) the corresponding solution is called EBIon, where "E" stands for "Einstein".
A fundamental soliton is an optical pulse which can propagate in a dispersive medium (e.g. an optical fiber) with a constant shape of the temporal intensity profile, i.e., without any temporal broadening as is usually caused by dispersion. This can happen when the pulse has a certain shape and an energy which is determined by the parameters of the medium (in particular, by the dispersion and nonlinearity) and the pulse duration.
A higher-order soliton is a soliton pulse the energy of which is higher than that of a fundamental soliton by a factor which is the square of an integer number (i.e. 4, 9, 16, etc.). The temporal shape of such a pulse is not constant, but rather varies periodically during propagation (see Figures 1 and 2). The period of their evolution is the so-called soliton period.
it is a really crazy love story with time travel and new races and new mythologies and new gods and monsters and super powers and wars and choclate
SCISSORS & PAPER
THE NIGHT IS ALL GONE
BUT THE KREMLIN'S STILL STRONG
THESE ATTIC WALLS HAVE FATE IN THEM
SKIN AND BONES A PALE THIEF IN A PLAID SCARF
SLEEPING WITH THE LIGHTS ON
AN INVITATION TO MASS INVENTION
INFORMATION FLOWING INTO CHEMICALS
A COURSING DRUMBEAT...
CHARM PROMISED TO THE CHARMING
CHORUS
SCISSORS CUT PAPER(SLOW AND MELODIC)
AND I AM IN LOVE AGAIN WITH THE NIGHT
THIS IS HOW I REMEMBER
I AM A VELVET STONE-CLAD STORM KING
DICED...SHOUTING ON THE WAVES OF AN ANGRY OCEAN
BY DIVINE RIGHT I ENTER THE FOLDS OF THE EAST RIVER
WITH AMPLIFIED SOUND...A COURSE PLOTTED
THE RED HOUSE PAINTERS ARE OUTSIDE THE ROOM
ITS DAYLIGHT NOW AND THEY ARE SHOUTING AT THE DANDYLIONS
CHORUS
SCISSORS CUT PAPER(SLOW AND MELODIC)
AND I AM IN LOVE AGAIN WITH THE NIGHT
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lm8RES8iChU&feature=related
TRUTH CARDS
I POSITION MYSELF AT ALL TIMES TO HEAR FROM GOD AND REMEMBER HIS PRESENCE IN ALL THAT I DO.
REREAD TED ROBERT'S BOOK "EVERY MAN'S BATTLE"
I HAVE SUCCEEDED IN ALL WORTHY ENDEAVORS IN LIFE NOT BECAUSE I AM PERFECT, BUT BECAUSE I PERSEVERED.
ASKING FOR MORE BUSINESS HELPS ME CREATE AND GAIN MOMENTUM. I ASK FOR 50,000 ORDERS 25 TIMES PER DAY.
THE ABSOLUTE ESSENCE OF CONFIDENCE IS SELF TRUST. I TRUST MYSELF.
ALL ASPECTS OF MY LIFE ARE COMING TOGETHER INTO PERFECT ORDER UNDER THE AUTHORITY OF JESUS CHRIST.
Brief intense periods of exercise produces impressive physical results while actually clearing the mind relieving stress and allows me to focus on accomplishing the days goals.
I work out with weight 3 days per week and areobic the alternating 3 days.
The best way to transform your body is weight training!
optimal nutrition is equally important as exercise
one of my my greatest strengths is consistency
I am a Segment 4 Edward Jones Financial Advisor. I earn 27,000 dollars in gross commissions every month consistently.
there is a multiplicity of abundance all around me!
Jesus Loves me!
I have decided to be happy, adventerous, and open minded. I attract other people who have made this choice.
I am in great shape and have high self esteem.
today. right now push yourself beyond limits that you think to be unbendable.
Music is a central part of my life
I start each day with excercise and it keeps me going strong all day long.
I always follow my heart.
I am 93 and learned to be happy and always smile.
Fasting will increase enlightenment!
As my energy rises from the root of my base desires and travels upwards through my heart toward the exit at my crown. I become more enlightened as the grasping at my lower bas ceases. Letting go creates moment by moment my eternal freedom.
The blessing machine is profitable and my finances are under the authority of Jesus Christ.
I am safe.
I am free.
I create more time by excerciseing. It is a scientific fact that excercise creats energy. I have an abundance of extra energy and I get more done now faster.
I consistently push myself beyond physical and emotional challenges to achieve all my goals.
I know what I want my future body to look like. I can see it and I keep it before my eyes daily.
I am one of the luckiest people on the face of the planet.
Exercise is a positive addiction that makes and ally to stress.
Winners exercise.
Winners write things down.
Winners always track results.
I AM in the top 1% of ALL that I do!
I make 3 sales calls before 9 A.M. EVERYDAY!
I make 10 sales calls before 10 A.M. EVERYDAY.
I use my actions to change my thoughts.
I feel my body, my mind, and my spirit getting stronger today. Thank you Jesus
I possess an unlimited supply of energy and require little to know sleep.
Psalm 82:6
I have said, Ye are gods; and all of you are children of the most High.
John 10:34
Jesus answered them, Is it not written in your law, I said, Ye are gods?
Jesus Christ himself in the word tells us that we are gods! I am a god.
Thin is safe
I feel safe
Effortless weight loss
Weight loss is easy
My body wants to be thin.
I am naturally thin.
My first LOVE is Jesus Christ Period.
I am a great husband I love Tish with all my heart
Every cell in my body is filled with love.
God's mercies are renewed in the morning.
I forgive myself of ALL past sins.
Psalm 23:76 I am back home in the house of God for the rest of my life.
I remember future events with clarity this activates my faith and in turn this faith also activates my destiny.
I start each day loving God with all my whole heart, soul and mind, and I trust my neighbor as I do myself.
2009 will be the best year for investment in all of recent history.
The economy is turning around and I am investing money for clients who are no longer scared to invest.
Lord I pray that you grant me an abundance of clarity wisdom and vision.
I drop weight in quantum leaps in the form of weight loss break through transforming my body permanently.
Words and language dominate all power. Jesus said in he shall have whatever he saith.
Mark 11:23 King James Version
For verily I say unto you, That whosoever shall say unto this mountain, Be thou removed, and be thou cast into the sea; and shall not doubt in his heart, but shall believe that those things which he saith shall come to pass; he shall have whatsoever he saith.
I commit to being in the financial industry with Edward Jones. I commit to being prosperous in all market cycles.
I awake in the morning with such a high level of enthusiasm it is hard for most people to understand.
I perpetually become what i want to see in others.
I realize at this moment that I have it all.
I stay healthy so I can help more people. I am a vegetarian.
Who do you know that is not hearing from their Financial Advisor right now that I can help?
What can i do in the next 5 minutes to impact a client or grow my business?
What exactly do I want to accomplish today and by what time?
I consistenly plan tommorow today.
I totally and completely respect the opinions and intelligence of my wife.
My home and my office as well as everything i see, taste, touch or influence in anyway are in front of the eyes of God. They are under His authority. I dedicate all that I do to God today.
Being consistent is one of my greatest strengths.
Every person sent to me today is sent by God.
As I believe in my heart so I am.
I was born and chose to be born into this age of history to do a specific work. I was born into this nation for the service that only I can render to this nation. I accept the calling.
AYHUASCA 7.1.09
FASTING AND FOOD PREPARATION FOR:
No Meat 3 days and no salt.
Onset #
Depending on how much and how recently one has eaten and individual variation, effects begin between 20 and 60 minutes after ingestion.
Duration #
With lower doses, effects last shorter, larger doses last longer, with the range being from 2-6 hours of peak effects with 1-8 hours after of lingering effects, depending on dosage and individual user variation.
Just as an Xmas present to y'all I am going to type in a bit about
Ginsberg's yage expedition in 1960. I will excerpt and paraphrase hunks
of "Dharma Lion" by Michael Schumacher, which, while quite long, is a fun
read even if you're not a fan of Ginsberg (I'm not), as long as you are
interested in beatniks, the '60's and such.
Ginsberg first used LSD in 1959. He received an invitation from Gregory
Bateson to experiment with it at Stanford's Mental Research Institute.
He wrote to his dad, "It was astonishing. I lay back, listening to music,
and went into a sort of trance state (somewhat similar to the high state
of Laughing Gas) and in a fantasy much like a Coleridge world of Kubla
Khan, saw a vision of that part of my consciousness which deemed to be
permanent and transcendent and identical with the origin of the universe -
a sort of identity common with everything - but a clear and coherent sight
of it."
He later (June 1959) wrote a poem, "Lysergic Acid," part of which goes like:
The image or energy which reproduces itself at the depths of
space from the very Beginning
in what might be an O or an Aum
and trailing variations made of the same Word circles round
itself in the same pattern as its original Appearance
creating a larger lineage of itself throughout depths of Time
outward circling thru bands of faroff Nebulae & vast Astrologies
contained, to be true to itself, in a Mandala painted on an
Elephant's hide,
or in a photograph of a painting on the side of an imaginary
Elephant which smiles, tho how the Elephant looks is an
irrelevant joke -
it might be a Sign held by a Flaming Demon, or Ogre of
Transcience,
or in a photograph of my own belly in the void...
In January 1960 he went to Santiago, Chile to a writers' conference. After
the conference he wandered around northern Argentina, then went
back to Santiago, and got some grant money and some unexpected money
from poetry sales that allowed him to pursue his plan to go to La Paz,
Bolivia. "According to his plan, he would stay in La Paz for two or
three weeks, sightseeing and waiting for his mail to arrive, and from there
he would proceed to Peru, where he would hook up with people who could
direct him to sources of yage."
He went to Lima, where William Burroughs had been exactly 7 years ago.
Burroughs had given Allen instructions on how and where to get yage.
He contacted a doctor who helped him get some ayahuasca, and he tried
it in his Lima hotel room on May 23. "He had received a jar of an
already-prepared solution that was nowhere near as potent as the
mixture made by the Amazonians Burroughs had written about, but
the experience was memorable nevertheless... `I drifted away in bed
in darkened hotel room and came to the gate of heaven and yelled in
my mind, `I am back home in the house of the splendid ancient Lord, and
I am the son of the Lord, in fact I am the lord himself come back home
and I want the gates open.' Got a minute of feeling near Union, but
the dose was too small & I was too amazed to get completely lost.'"
He then went to Pucallpa, a town on the edge of the Ucayali River that
Burroughs had recommended as a source of yage. It was a slow, rough
trip. Once he got there, he looked up a local authority on yage, who
put him in touch with a curandero willing to give him some ayahuasca.
"Known as Maestro, the curandero had studied under a witch doctor and
grew his own Banisteriopsis caape plants to use in his yage brew. The
ritual was held in the evening, and on a typical night there would be a
group of five to thrity people taking the drug. On his first night,
Allen was given a dose of older and slightly fermented yage that, though
still more powerful than the earlier dose he had taken in Lima, did not
produce the violent nausea and powerful visions that Burroughs had written
about from his experiences. About 45 minutes after drinking the liquid,
Allen had a sense of being in the presence of `the Great Being,' which
was manifest in the form of an eye staring from a great black hole
surrounded by hallucinatory apparitions of snakes, fish, butterflies,
birds, and other creatures symbolizing, as far as he could tell, the
entirety of creation. The feeling was pleasant.... The effects of the
drug lasted about three hours. Allen had no sooner returned to his normal
state when he began to look forward to his next experience."
Let's just recall that Burrough's experiences were indeed far more
intense. When Burroughs had taken the drug, he was violently nauseous,
dizzy, numb in the limbs, and chilled. He wrote, "Larval beings
passed before my eyes in a blue haze, each one giving an obscene, mocking
squawk," and had imagined himself to be alternately a man and a women in a
delirium that lasted for nearly four hours. So Ginsberg clearly knew
there could be more to the yage experience than a wimpy "Great Being"
vision. :-)
Q6 SPOKE IN DREAM: THERE ARE THINGS THAT YOU WILL INVENT IN THE FUTURE.
YOU ARE AT HEART A CREATOR AND INVENTOR NO ONE CAN BLOCK YOU FROM THE ARENA OF INVENTION.
YOU ARE AN INVENTOR ON ALL LEVELS AND ALL SUBJECTS.
YOUR PASSION ON THIS DAY IS REKINDLED FOR INVENTION.
YOU POSSESS THE SPIRIT OF INVENTION
INVISIBLE TACHYON SUIT
INVISIBLE MICRO CAMERA SUIT
T1 SONG WRITING TODOS
1. STARFIRE YOU BROUGHT ME THIS SONG(not transcribed)
2. HEAVEN NEVER CARRIES ME HOME
3. MEET ME AT THE GAME ROOM 7.7.08
4. FILL ME WITH DELICIOUS CANDY 7.7.08
5. EXPLOSIONS IN THE DARK 7.7.08
6. LETS GO FOR A RIDE 7.7.08
7. SCISSORS AND PAPER 7.7.08
8. HERE IN SEATTLE WITH OUT YOU 7.7.08
9. Songs of Rage and Ice(unwritten)
10. THE END OF THE OCEAN ELECTRIC 7.8.08
11. I FEEL YOU NEAR ME 7.8.08
12. GEOMETRIC STONE TREE
13 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VfdUrGTSFls&feature=rec-fresh
put this to beats..fj
1. GET A COUPLE OF JUMP DRIVES TO MAIL TO PUBLISHERS.
2. DOWNLOAD DRAGON DICTATION PROGRAM TO APPLE COMPUTER
3. USE "DANDELIO" VIDEO AS THE BACKGROUND MUSIC FOR A 2ND DRAFT O "ZARAKONON" AND/OR "SUN-BLOOD"
DREAM JOURNAL
102108
102108
i restarted a dream journal today it will be hand written in a journal, then written here, then copied to Lucidipedia.com to save it online aswell, so it will exist in continuity in 3 different places and can be reverse engineered with relative ease:
I awoke at 4:15AM with Service above self on my mind. The notion I took from my dreams was that I had become selfish and that it was time to transition out of this mode and into giving, loving, and focussing on serving others.
There was lots of travel time in my dreams last night and moving lots of large items around in large vehicles, large trucks. Jimmy Freeman and I were moving lsrge items. He was driving a large bobtail type truck. We were going to a different city Nacogdoches comes to mind. This seems logical as we are planning a creative summit weekend that will take place soon, probably in Newton TX at Keith and Carol's place.
I got the impression from my dreams that I need to start attending Rotary more faithfula and to stop resenting the group so much but turn this resentment into unconditional love of all members in the group. To start reading the Rotarian more. This unconditional love also needs to be directed towards my clients and my Boyscout troop. I need to continue to press in to all my groups with passion. Masons, 7th Street Baptist on Thursday nights, My marrige, I need to begin to go to Rotary meetings faithfully..
I also got the impression to use/turn mthe study of 2012 into a positive jumping point for my Spiritual growth instead of a global suicide point. I love zazu.
Be brave and present my one minute presentation at the Rotary Vocational minute when it is my turn instead of snubbing my nose at the group by not showing up that day.
At one point I found myself usisng a forklift to lift a bunk bed off of a wooden cabin porch that was very large and i placed it on the grass below. fork lift, fork, fork, fork.
Taking a long ride with Beth Harlick. I realized also yesterday that I am almost a "Super Vet" with Edward Jones. This means 5 years or more of service. I got the impression that I needed to stay the course with Edward Jones, with options, and the Blessing Machine, the markets, and with new and old friendships.
The largest impressions I got from the dreams of the night were "SERVICE ABOVE SELF"
None of the nights dreams were lucid but they will be soon.
I am currently writing the word "DREAM" in all capial letters on my left hand before I go to sleep at night as my dream trigger.
I also got the impression that I need to get a copy of my birth certificate over to Lester Smith for my Masonic inclusion today.
Communication is becoming clear with my friends and family.
1021008-530 to 703am
I dreamt i was having a conversation with Larry from church about personal issues that we dealt with and I confessed to him in a group setting the nature of my issues. He sympathized and then he stated that he has something in his life that he does on a weekly basis that he will be punished for like in the days of old.
I was also in a room with Billy Tucker a client explaining the pros and cons of a SEP vs an individual IRA and his secretart, dressed in white, had brown hair began to hit on my. I hugged her and nothing ever came of it.
Some of the themes I took from these dreams were:
"New levels new devils" meaning that my seele has moved from a preoccupation with sex into contemplation of Galactic Chakras. I will no longer simply in a pasive way read about great movements and bodies of thought but rather I will begin to actively participate in a cosmic and enhancing way to the work of the hour. I will use the capacity of my mind as a conduit for the ushering in of a new paradigm that shakes this world as well as all other worlds to its core. Not in a prideful and arrogant display of naked lust, but is a humble servant fashion I will serve my brothers. Lay down my eyes to the awakening. Fall in love with my soul maker and rip all reflection of evil from the tears tha have washed me into the seventh forgotten place. Rooms sick with drought are gone but their lessons will be used to free others. Tachyon dreams wil be actualized in this life rime. The patriarcle matrix will be shattered and swept aside for the new city will crush it and discard its remnants. None or its phallus will be used in the foundation of the new city. iquid thoughts and language of pure light sound will be used to communicate. The firedancers will no longer live in shame of their craft. /healing has taken place here and the addiction to the process of that healing is no longer clung to. Al hearts are woven into the great heart. We are governed by what we speak, what we chant, what we save. Words like jellyfish float outside of our mouths. Those who wish to use them do so. The cultivate the jellyfish, sparkle and fade renogade. 17 steps have been taken and 17 steps will be taken still.
Galactic Alignment is am idea big enough to keep me interested and to keep me busy. I wish to find a forum or a project that I can help with financially and with my expertise in finance to funnel capital into like I employ in the Blessing Machine for various mission.
The poisons have left my body. The scars have left my mind. It is high time to awaken from sleep to contribute to my highest callings. Oeace and God speed black emporeror. (god speed You Black empiror is a band name).
725am
102208
The Trojan Horse
I found myself in a strange house. It was somewhat familiar perhaps the house of a family member and everyone was sleeping. I awoke early and wandered around the house in the dark. I turned no lights on because I did not wish to disturb anyone that was sleeping. I am an early riser. I found myself in a room with a large bed and a TV in it that was on. Nothing familiar was playing on the TV, just the news. The room I was in seemed o be in a hotel room. As I walked passed a bathroom I noticed a large box of blue, Trojan condoms
in the trash can of the bathroom. I remember now that I saw a condm wrapper on the srteet yesterday near where I picked up a Washington quarte 1983 off of the ground on Arthur street while knocking on doors during a grass roots advertising campaign. The dream ended with me talking to my mother while in the room with the bed as she is an early riser too. So it must have been some family function we were both at. Visiting.
The events of this dream at the moment seem mundane. I have come to believe through experience and not learning that if one gives their sexual energy to the universe in the form of orgasm that this energy that would have been building, and charging up is spent and its collection must start new the next day. There are several texts that support this idea ie chakras, the Bible Old Testament speaks of "spilling seed on the ground". The point here is I believe if sexual energy is spent the tradeoff is lower levels of seratonin, dimethyltriptamin, and psyilis are relased from the pineal gland in the brain during REM sleep. So inturn by having the orgasm dreams are sacrificed. The higher Chakra becomes subordinant to the lower, but again I stress that this is a temporary trade off and reverses intself back to normalcy over a period of hours or days. The Chakras realign themselves and the higher processes resume course.
Overall there is not much to analyze from the actual dream, but it is nice to finally express the nature of the tradeoffs I just discussed as I have thought of this issue like this for some number of years. In essense one gives ones power away for sexual pleasure. Trading one pleasure for another.
102308
The nights dreams came in 2 parts. The first involved an intimate dialogue with Alan Skrainka, chief market strategist for Edward Jones Investments, we where discussing the markets and what we should do for our clients going forward. Reletively mundane upon reflection. I believe this is just a precursor to me possibly attending one of his seminars on 10/23/08 at 3pm in Houston. I am undecided as to if I am going.
The second dream of the night was a little more fantastic in nature. Joel Istre was in the dream as well as his wife. We were together in a field chasing birds. We chased and chased the birds unto near exhaustion. At first we were attempting to play with the birds and then they became combative and posed some sort of unkown threat. We chased the birds more fiercly now with the purpsose of killing them. Their once white feathers turned from effervecent white into Chinaberry tree leaves and they camofloged themselves as tree limbs. A most amazing feat. I then took out a large pocket knife. Threw it into the China Berry tree and it acted as a boomarangue and came back to me with the dead bird secured on its blade. We all felt a sense of relief because the threat was over.
I was still not aware that I was in dream state upon waking so the nights dream was nonlucid.
102408
Dreamer: forrestjones2008
Flying Flip Flops 102508
Friday 24th, October 2008
Dream content
I found myself at some sort of event gathering where there was food. Lots of bright colors. A dirt road and green green grass on either side of the road. There was about 250 people there and I knew all of them. At some point I wanted to "test" the dream to see if I was dreaming and did realize that I was. The way I tested the dream was to see if I could fly as I had done in past dreams. My attempts to fly did not work, but by simply doing the test I relized I was dreaming. I told myself well if I cant Fly then I will do a series of flip-flops in sucession backwards. I did said flip flops with ease and decided that indeed I was dreaming. Theis was the lucidity entrance but unfortunately this was the only lucid portion of the dream. After the flip flops I did fly for a bit but became illucid in flight and the dream remembreance did not continue either.
I will peace together a second part of this dream here as I am unaware as to where that one stopped and this one started. Wiliam Gaston was bald and saw me walking out of a building with Christie Howard. We met in a seminar and were going to spend the night together. She acted like she did not know me at first then when she saw William she realized that we had been sighted.
In a different part of this dream William wanted to do a 3 mile hike together because we were at a boy scout camp and there where 2o boys areound us playing soccer. He was putting up his tent as I watched. He had arrived late. At the end of this dream I met a girl in a church that was stripping in the church and she wanted someone to have sex with her.
I followed the path of her life and she touched her father not the other way around when she was little. She also had relations with everyone in her family male and female and wanted to have relations wth everyone she met. She saw this to be normal. I was the only one that could "see" her past in that as I beheld her, her life story played out like a movie in my head, she was unaware of me reviewing her in this way. She disrobed at random times and places.
I was attracted to her 100 lbs blond, petite, she had no name.
Toward the ending of this dream, which had a double ending:
ending one was when we where leaving the BS camp we piled into a white truck about 8 of us and left through a procession of people that where watching us for some reason, either congratulatory of with disdain judgment i am unsure.
Alternate ending 2: Endid with a Band playing in a club, Terrance McKenna was the lead singer the guitarist was female and topless, al were topless and drenched in clothes of blood. This was the newest style of band. Dresses dressed in "Blood Rags; Blood Clothes" the bands name was either Ichara(Ick-a-Ra) or Iracka.
Dream characters
William Gaston · Terrance McKenna ·
Sleep cycle
Time
21
22
23
0
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
11
Slept
In at:
01:30
Out at:
07:00 +
Total:
05:30h of sleep
Technique
Purpose:
Adventure & Fantasy
Technique:
None
Dreamsigns
Action
0x
Form
0x
Context
0x
Inner
0x
Comments
This dream became lucid with test flight...but didnt stay there long.
Dreamer: forrestjones2008
Icehouse 102508
Friday 24th, October 2008
Dream content
Ice House
I was with Chris Smith from the Icehouse. We were fixing machines that we needed to do our work better. We needed something to continue working so we got into the Bobtail Ice Truck and wet to the hardware store to purchase the items on Tommy Schofield's account. Chris told me about all the drug stories of his life. I just listened. We got our parts then seemed to start working on the truck because it was now broken.
The dream faded..I awoke did not write it down immediately so some details are lost.
Non Lucid
Dream characters
Chris Smith Ice House ·
Sleep cycle
Time
21
22
23
0
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
11
Slept
In at:
01:30
Out at:
07:00 +
Total:
05:30h of sleep
Technique
Purpose:
Creativity and Problem Solving
Technique:
None
Dreamsigns
Action
0x
Form
0x
Context
0x
Inner
0x
Comments
Non Lucid former work relationship
102608
Dreamer: forrestjones2008
Al Gore Rhythym 1-26-8
Saturday 25th, October 2008
Dream content
I woke up with a joke in my mind. I assume its origination belongs to me as I have never heard it anywhere conciously. hat do you get when you cross global warming with a disco party: An Al Gore Rythym.
The only dream I can recall at this point had Johnny Jacobs in it. He was angry and I found him walking away from a make shift artillary shelter that was set up in the woods of Newton. There was some sort of a camp going on or perhaps a war. He was not happy because he could nt get the gun that he wanted. I went back with him to the "store" and confronted the sellers, boys, as to why they would not allow him to have a gun. We all agreed tht he could have a certain rifle it was a "2 aught" in the dream. It looked like a Benjamin 22 I had in my touth that would shoot pellets or 22 bullets. He was happy. We were all happy.
I had a short dream where I was part of the support staff of a football team perhaps a high school level. I would bring food and water to the players and the other members of the service team. At the end of the game it seemed to be boys aginst girls and the girls where playing very unconventionally. The dream was over after the girls gave a final kickoff.
There was third snippet of a dream that involved Chris Doyle driving the family in a big SUV in a major metropolotan area away from an amusement park that we had all gone to as a family for the day. As we were leaving a blade the size of a wind turbine blade almost sliced the SUV in half as we traveled down an eight lane highway staggering toward our next destination.
This dream was very basic and carnal. I had sexual dreams about Teresa Cid. Every time I saw her in the dream she had no pants on or a dress or skirt only g-string purple panties. We were at the office and I walked up to her and entered her luscious vagina from behind as she leaned over her desk. This took place at the old office behind Olive Garden. We had sec a second time as we were both together on some sort of a trip together and it seemed like we were traveling with my family. I believe we were staying on 404 first street where I snuck into her room and we had sex again. This time we had sex in the missionary position and she was very tight and had very little her on her vagina. She was wearing glasses during the dream. We had sex a third time in the dream but the last time this was vague. I enjoyed the sex each time. It seemed wrong after a woke up but while in the dream I was very much in love with her and the sex was wonderful.
Upon waking I want to put in this journal that I do NOT have love or sex feelings for Teresa Cid. This was a dream ONLY and if there is anything there it is subconcious and I believe "normal".
102608
I lived in Dallas and was on my home from work, but I must have worked somewhere near Lufkin Texas. I was going home and wanted to stop at what was going to be a strip club. When I pulled up there were some older men, in the 70's that were in the parking lot. I pulled into the parking lot pulling my push lawn mower as this was my mode of transportation. You might think that this would be my clue that this was a dream but I did not take the cue. I walked through the front door and was making my way to the restrooms as I surveyed the room to see which girl wold catch my eye. I walked through a door and was now on the outside of the building and there was a bar on the outside and the floor was a dirt floor. Brandy Christopher showed up and it was as if I was supposed to meet her there. She told me that she could not stay long because she had band obligations early in the morning at 8am and they were all around town. She was with Heather Clark but seemed to be meeting there for some sort of a date. She asked me if I wanted a drink. I thought about her offer and then declined...the dream trailed off after this.
This was a non lucid Sunday afternoon dream.
102708
Cast of Matildaillo 102708
Monday 27th, October 2008
Dream content
I dreamed last night that I was with Anna Matildaillo a girl from my past that I never dated. I met her a Spherion and she is very attractive but we never had anything but a friendship. I dreamed this morning that we were together as boyfriend girlfriend and we hugged allot it was very nice and loving. The dream was short and over soon but very nice to feel loved
This was a short dream in which I was commissioned to write a series of long books that explained all the secrets of the universe by a male figure. Very interesting. I accepted the commission in the dream and went to work immediately.
The Second dream I will put here also:
I was driving a tour bus the size of an 18 wheeler a very long distance somewhere in the mountains. The hills were hard on the engine. I believe Thaddeus was with me in the front of the bus. We were the drivers on our way with many passengers to an exotic vacation of sorts.
We finally got to our destination and went swimming. I was by myself at this point. I was in a seemingly endless pool that had Greco-Roman statues on either side of nude men and women like the mineral bathes of Budapest. The women began to come alive and their stone skin became beautiful flesh shimmering in the light of a lemon-yellow sun. They viewed and admired me as I swam by. I also admired them.
The dream ended with me in the pool watching the watchers...
Non-Lucid Dream
102908
I was in a room with Thaddeus, and three other people. Leah Cleveland was there and we were all going to sleep. Leah wanted to sleep with me on the couch I was on. I wanted he to sleep wth me too. We cuddled up and began jissing and holding and touching one another al over. We did not have sex but she talked about wanting to continue our relationship to get to that point at some time in the future. We were in a house were many people lived. Her mother came over the next morning to help Leah pack some clothes for something or some event they were going to. I had fallen in love with Leah. I knew that I was with Tish but my lov for Leah was strong and Tish was no longer there physically with me so my heart chose Leah because Tish's heart was dead. Love made me happy and this part of the dream was over...
http://www.mythicjourneys.org/2004_overview.php
I typed in Anthiogen and it is real...will research further...618 102908
Mckenna Versus McCarthy 103108
Friday 31st, October 2008
Dream content
I had many dreams that seemed very fragmented. Lots of times I would wake up and think to myself I will remember that piece and get up and write it down. I never got up to do it and only really remember two things:
1 I remember that the nights dreams had a training or revelation particle that kept appearing. Revelation upon revelation was taking place.
2 I had a final dream of the morning that people were strting to be put on trial in a Mcarthyistic type fashion for studying the work of people like Terrence McKenna, Aldous Huxley, David Wilcock, Timothy Leary and the blood bounce. I f you have seen this man and know his were abouts we are looking for you.
Non Lucid.
The man who was the DA type figure was young, 30ish, and had a scruffy type beard, brown hair, short, and brown eyes.
Gunned Down by a Lovely Pilott
Skin Memories
Anthiogens
I am currently away from the computer.
your signature imagination soul portal that others can access upon consent
like andorphins/pheremones and adrenaline rolled into one chemical with visuals and another persons imagination
generated from ones body...extracted
Anthiogenetics
the study of Anthiogenomic phenomena
did you come up with this
yes this is all mine
i dreamed about it last night
tell me more please
did you read the dream link?
i wrote it half asleep
so lots of typos...will fix later
http://www.lucidipedia.com/logbook/index.php?section=view&dreamnumber=1&date=2008-10-29&userid=6482
but the basic premise is that this society carries these Anthiogens and they are all have unique names for each person
i haven't yet, because i have to register and i was doing other stuff
the one in the dream was called (Han A SEE) Hanasey
the gen is inside the body of everyone
we all have a dirrerent strand uniquie like fingerprints or dna
extracted in liquid form
in this dream there was only one man who had the gen capability and used it set up control
he marketed his gen to a slave population that worked his ranch
but the ranch could type whatever...like a planet or an underground society...whatever employment you needed it for
these gens are actually soul/imagination portals to access others and establish grids of coroboration for the means of building structures in hyperdimensional space
extending technology at a much more rapid pace
it's a pretty interesting idea
i am just extrapolating now but you get the gyst
i will put this with the other ideas we will discuss on our get together
i have 35 ideas so far on paper
nice
i'm hoping i'll know this week when i'm gonna have that weekend off
this dream catalog deal has been very good for creative spark...
allot of it is garbage but every ow and again it works to crank out some good stuff
Spiritual Coma
Today I overcame Chrome disease
Trapped inside of a Chrome coma
Where I can see, but I can't
Eyes opened but only to a certain time
Paralyzed, but not paralyzed
When I am there, there is darkness behind the eyes
I hear the murmuring of zombies
Angels are singing Chrome
In heaven it happens every now and then
Then I blacked out and the company truck was in the ditch
No
I am not a god
but God watches over me sometimes.
041900
Inspired by Dean Kitchens
Claushtane Bertron
Transcribed 102708
Big Star
Big Moon
a children's book by cleophus r. mobely
me and my freind titus
used to throw rocks at the sun
when we was little
none of them ever got there
we threw big rocks
and small rocks
toy cars and toy blocks
none of them ever got there
we threw acorns and snell shells
moth balls and cow bells
none of them ever got there
we threw tin cans
and rubber bands
none of them ever got there
we made paper airplanes
with painted on names
we lit their tails with candle flames
still none of them ever got there
we dug a hole for all we threw
we dug and dug till we both turned blue
we filled the hole with big rocks
and small rocks
toy cars and toy blocks
acorns and snell shells
moth balls and cow bells
tin cans and rubber bands
paper planes with painted on names
that day we tried and tried to hit the sun
but after a few hours went by
we knew in our hearts we was done
we were sweaty and dirty
but still we had fun
titus smiled at me and said
lets go listen to some tunes
besides it'll be dark in an hour or two
then we'll shoot for the moon
Cleophus R. Mobley
aka Claushtane Bertron
Euphoria bleeds from the mind
A mind sick with youth
Shattered...Torn
Crashing in the heaven of a blue mountain
Rage the pinnacle
Engage the vices
Spin with terror
Allow the leaves to morn
Shake the target
Lace the fever with cyanide dreams
Lock down the bards
Claim fate
Turn back the hate of seasons
Glimmer and reflect on the hope of the Mercury chair
Bask in a slave's sunset
Transition
On days like this, in times like these, I feel more alive than I have in years. I am happier if not a litter sad for my loses in my journey. My Moving around the country, living and leaving behind a life every time is what was needed to get me to this point in space and time. I am devoid of a significant other and living life on its terms and dealing with it like I should.
I live and look at life in a totally new way than I ever have before. My camera was the best find for me. The perfect symmetry of art and technology, it made me evolve and jump to another point in my existence that I had been missing until the point of the first picture taken with it.
I must embrace each and every day of my new life here in Texas as if it were my last. It just might be, I, we, Do not know when it will happen to us to leave. Things are working in my life that I am unaware of and then they unfold before me to see and examine. To travel in the path and life that I have lead; many have fallen by the wayside and not made it through to be able to be tempered by fire and trials. To see life on the good and bad sides is a true gift and I am one of the lucky and misfortunate ones to have been able to travel in those paths less followed by lesser people.
The wealth of knowledge and experience that I have can be used to make and help me trudge forward in this thing we call life for it is a journey, death is our final destination. The journey is and will be the fun part for us all if we but open ourselves to new and greater possibilities than we could have dreamt of only yesterday…
Creating chaos in darkened mist
Tenjin=god of language and caligraphy taught man how to write;
each narrow cell in which we dwell is a fowl and dark latrine; in which the fetid breath of living death chokes up each grated screen; for all in lust shall die in dust; this is the old curse; the curse of the humanity machine...
I AM; the tetragramaton; I AM Leonardo Fibonacci: breather of Calculus; Liber quadratorum...Day 1=FX=USD/JPY=10%.
Mortally offended
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/August_Strindberg#Bibliography
Artemis, the goddess of forests and hills, was worshipped throughout ancient Greece. Her best known cults were on the island of Delos (her birthplace); in Attica at Brauron and Mounikhia (near Piraeus); in Sparta. She was often depicted in paintings and statues in a forest setting, carrying a bow and arrows, and accompanied by a deer.
Jamie
hello stranger.
8:41pm
Forrest
well hey there
how are you
8:41pm
Jamie
Hi, sorry for being gone for so long. Long story short--physical issues that spawned some probable depression issues. Over it now. Thankful for life
8:42pm
Forrest
you dont need to explain anything to me...this is how we roll
8:44pm
Jamie
Yeah, I know. It's been a little rough and I've had others express concern. However, Mike just lost a grandfather and a dear friend unexpectantly lost his dad, so I realize how God watches over me and I need to snap out of it. If only my student's parents could see the same.
8:45pm
Forrest
i hate to hear about the losses...is he ok?
8:47pm
Jamie
Yeah, okay. my responses may be a little slow for a minute, cleaning kitchen and making a.m. coffee. Routine, youi know. My friend is actaully the one that is hurting the most right now. His dad went to ER 2 weeks ago and was dead by yesterday...very sudden. Brett's made peace though. He's confident in his father's faith and that he'll meet him on the other side of heaven.
8:48pm
Forrest
wow i will keep him in my thoughts...so you are absorbing lots of this emotional field...thats very heavy
8:51pm
Jamie
That's how I roll. Exactly why people are worried about me. You nailed it on the head (as if I'm surprised about that). I HURT FOR OTHERS. I always have. It takes a physical and mental toll on me--whether I know the person or not. I remember telling my mom in middle school that I had all of this love and grief inside and had no idea how to use it. I'm pretty sure she interpretted that as I was going to go have sex or do drugs with everyone. My brain just works different. Any suggestions?
8:54pm
Jamie
you know, it's real easy for everyone else to say "just don't worry about it". They don't get it. Have I gotten too deep for you for not having talked in a while?
8:57pm
Forrest
no you are good
had to answer the phone i am off now
i was once this way...owning the energy around me...
i still do in a way but i have forced it to be contained slightly outside of my normal barriers
i project it into a sphere that eventually takes on a life of its own...this is where my art and writing come from
i can be very detached now...so detached that it is a bit scary
example i have still not cried for my two dead gradmothers
many years past now
9:01pm
Jamie
Okay, I can see that being creative is an outlet. Crying doesn't have to be part of the grieving though. Grieving does come in all forms.
9:01pm
Forrest
i guess but i wish that i would have cried
i dont do that much anymore and at time i want to
9:02pm
Jamie
dude, be a girl for a night, hop in the shower and cry like a baby. That's where I do my best crying. I become one with the shower.
9:03pm
Forrest
i just may do that...the only time i cry these days is when i look at my past sins
they drive me nuts
i give them way to much power
9:04pm
Jamie
I hope I don't factor in there. Let me just say that I'm really sorry we had sex that one time...you and I both know that never should have happened...especially so drunk.
No, never thought I'd outright say that, but it's the truth
9:05pm
Forrest
no i dont focus there often...its more the recent sins...the ones that i have commited sense i have come back from the world
9:05pm
Jamie
What do you mean?
9:06pm
Forrest
i dont regret that...sure the situation could have been different but the act itself i dont regret
i have not been the best husband to tish...
9:07pm
Jamie
Well, change NOW! Again, you won't find anyone else to put up with your shit.
9:07pm
Forrest
oh i know...she is wonderful
7 years this month
9:08pm
Jamie
Hey, 11 years this Sat.
Congrats!
9:08pm
Forrest
nice work
u 2
we are headed to Corpus for the w/e to celebrate
9:09pm
Jamie
We're headed to NOLA next weekend to celebrate. I told him he's lucky to have such a low maintence wife. On our 10 year last year, we were refugees in Dallas.
9:10pm
Forrest
nola? new orleans?
9:10pm
Jamie
yes, my favorite historical city.
I feel old... I want to antique shop
9:19pm
Forrest
lol...i have never been there
9:22pm
Forrest
i have to run...glad you are better now...i might be on later if you are up...
9:22pm
It's really cool. Check out the history. Appealing and creepy. Went one year with a friend 20 years my senior and found ourselves in a Russian's apartment getting a fake tatoo on her ass. Not me, but her. I was pretty sure our bodies were going to be dead. okay bye
In the houses of the damned I breathe shards of lunar balance...HJ
Jim I have created a FB alter for the intent of housing tidbits of "Underground Eduction" That may or may not be as "PC" for the rest of the FB community...feel free to pass/suggest this alternate to whoever will be germane to its purpuse...the furtherance of education that has a tendency to be off the radar...Enter Abstractium Studium...fj
I walked out into the hall. It was dark and full of electric genocide. The smell was indelible; laced with broken thanic dirge pieces woven into its tight, black fabric corridors. I walked
silent. I walked alone. Helford Jersey
I have seen the inside of the storm and I am compelled to see more
The universe is unfolding as it should. Be anxious for nothing...
Kyoko walked through the grave yard thumping the tops of the head stones with her drum sticks. She carried them everywhere she went. The graveyard was a place she could always count on to clear her head. She stayed away from it during the day and on big holidays like Halloween but this year she felt drawn to it on the big day. Her hair was black and disheveled. It looked a bit like a dead mop. She was good at hiding her beauty and mimicked the look of the dead when possible. She was 14 then and very angry...HJ
i take trash like negativity and bad attitudes and newspaper murder and war and turn it into mind flips with words numbers and paint
The mortality of Jedai Chrome Ch 3/4/5 Take Blessing of Canan adapt it to Cursing of Jedai...
I will bring my secret life into my waking life and it will loose its power and eventually die...
The Curse of Jedai Chrome
Jedai Malacorpse Chrome
May this child be cursed with the mind of a dead forgotten god.
Curse this angry star with the death passion and dark light
of ten eternal black suns.
Curse this creature with the evil of Eden and the fallable
wisdom of the living.
Curse him with a pulsing heart that will one day no longer beat.
Curse this walking corpse in every breath and step he takes; that
even the passing of his shadow would imprison
the minds and souls it touches.
Let none of his prayers and thoughts escape from an equally dying ground.
Curse this beast with the weakness of silent dimentia and
with the brevity of life as a stillborn.
Curse this pulse that all his deeds may be forgotten.
Stain him with a voice crying from the nameless prisons
that he will inhabit that he may never know the warm hearts of simple men.
Damn this child with the cloaked and danceless spirit of Echo.
Blaze in his memory a demented song he hears as he swarms in perpetual chaos.
this dance of men.
Flame Jedai with the measure of shallow sight once only reserved for the slow giants.
Trap his Chrome with his words and endow his heart with the bound servants of polluted time.
Proliferate his madness through the halls of the accused.
String his corpse among the snags.
Seal his broken mind completely against resurrection and sanity
inside and out.
Harden his once flowing Chrome.
Embed and weave tightly the kingdom of confusion into his sinews.
Bedamn Jedai with the speed of creeping evolutions and chain his ambition to the cold cold night.
Curse him with the prophetic dystopia thats eats the seat of his dreams.
Curse him with use of a mammal tongue.
May his madness cause him to script his dark visions in blood on the walls of his prisons
Hide from him deep his (divine)purpose.
Curse and jolt his very bones with gravity and heavy attraction to an alien ground as he travels through a
world possessed by the (evil) and tyranny of Chromeless men.
Curse Jedai with the loyalty of the lost and patience of the depraved.
Show him with the promise of emptiness and the
mandate of hollow dreams.
Curse him to be subject the power and sway of baseless kings.
Curse him with an insatiable hunger to flee his own reflection.
Afflict him with a hunger to eat the light of all men
Cause him to vomit dark crystals with his perfectly tormented will.
In the name of Akasha and the Four masks Curse your son of Chrome:
Jedai M. Chrome
Exile of the Bad Lands.
So mote it be
The Cursing and Mortalization of Jedai Chrome.
Spoken over Jedai M Chrome
somewhere deep in the halls of Akasha outside of time woven into eternity...
from Forrest Andrew Jones.
Chapter 4 is the Mortality/Mortalization of Jedai Chrome...
ch 4 Just beyond the curtain of the night Siren held back large, golden, metallic tears. Jedai in his captivity refused to hear her or acknowledge her existence. She could not reach him in this state. His retreat to exile caused him to be so entrenched in a false reality that only death could set him free...Siren wept...
The Chrome: Chapter 4: And Bujamaltaloc Sat...
http://thechromenovel.com
Forrest Andrew Jones
9.27.08
the match concerns everyone of us. Difficulties most certainly exist, considering the progressive loss of autonomous spaces, tragically eroded by the present social system and its many technological narcotics. And yet, the limits are often, above all, in our resoluteness and our imagination, weighed down as we are by the burden of habit in gestures, words and relationships. A wider encounter between various local realities will be come to be from respective autonomous pathways in thought and in struggle, not from an adding up of forces dictated by urgency. Then discussion will not be a motionless dance of set phrases, but rather the opportunity for learning from one another, for finally making the ways of living, i.e., the mutual worlds, communicate. Then, confidence and enthusiasm will be found again, and something resembling a common experience will be born.
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forrestjones2010
u there?
cagedmind0531
Happy new year dude
forrestjones2010
back atcha...eat your cabbage and black eyed peas
cagedmind0531
ha for all the good that would do me
forrestjones2010
how is the family
cagedmind0531
Not bad, things have been pretty dull
What about you? How's the family?
forrestjones2010
2009 was a bad year glad its over
family is good...canan is 14
cagedmind0531
god I feel old now
I need some food. Let me run upstairs right fast. BRB
forrestjones2010
k
if i jump off and on it means i am havin computer problems
cagedmind0531
back
forrestjones2010
k
cagedmind0531
So how has your writing been going?
forrestjones2010
off the charts...i have written non stop for quite some time
cagedmind0531
That's awesome
forrestjones2010
having a blast with it
u?
cagedmind0531
I've started some things here and there but honestly I haven't really felt inspired till recently. I'm about to start painting again
forrestjones2010
sounds good...i have been drawing and painting sinc october or so
Billy Purgatory
cagedmind0531
I still don't have any friends up here which really sucks. I have a girlfriend but it's not the same
forrestjones2010
that sucks...how long have you been up there?
cagedmind0531
since the hurricane so it's been a long while now
forrestjones2010
05
wow
cagedmind0531
yeah it doesn't seem that long
forrestjones2010
it doesnt
i am so sorry i screwed up our relationship...
cagedmind0531
You weren't any more responsible for that then I was
forrestjones2010
i guess...but i just wanted to get it out there that i was an asshole
cagedmind0531
Well I was a lazy selfish person too. So I apologize as well.
forrestjones2010
i really missed our friendship and working with you
cagedmind0531
I was just in a bad situation down there that was out of control and it put me in a panic'd state almost nonstop
forrestjones2010
i understand
is that better now
cagedmind0531
Yeah I was having to live with my stepfamily down there, now I live with my mom.
forrestjones2010
she still married to...sorry i forgot his name?
cagedmind0531
Troy
and yes she is
forrestjones2010
cool...how is Aaron?
cagedmind0531
I don't know. He still lives in Texas and he never contacts me. He was supposed to come up here but that has been 1 of the many many lies he has been telling for the past few years
forrestjones2010
thats sad...i saw him in target or dillards a while back...we didnt speak,..maybe said hello cant remember
cagedmind0531
Well Aaron is in his own little world, and he refuses to make us a part of it
It is sad
forrestjones2010
http:/?www.thechrome.com
http://www.thechromenovel.com
thats the most recent novel website
http://thechromenovelbyhelfordjersey.blogspot.com/
cagedmind0531
Yeah I read the chrome one
forrestjones2010
just a blog i started reently
cagedmind0531
I take the chrome one was an evolution from the mask story
forrestjones2010
http://www.billypurgatory.com I only do the art
yes the chrome is an extension of the masks...it incorporates a back log of many things...but the masks are part of its fondation
cagedmind0531
That's cool
I am in the middle of painting my room. Before it was wood paneling and I am convinced that the frickin lodge feel of this room has been holding me back
I like the art btw, very interesting
forrestjones2010
thanks...i have made a visual break through from my older stlte
style
cagedmind0531
So how are you and Trish doing?
forrestjones2010
really good actually better than we ever have...
i told he i cheated on her...what i told you back in the day
cagedmind0531
I I'm really glad to hear that, I was worried. I thought about it several times.
forrestjones2010
she forgave me and we are good now...no mre cheating
cagedmind0531
Good. I know it was hard.
forrestjones2010
the guilt was terrible...glad thats over
cagedmind0531
I have no trouble being loyal luckily but I do have problems flirting on the internet...which got bad once or twice
The internet is too much power sometimes
forrestjones2010
agreed
cagedmind0531
So who are you working with? A friend? or is this a job?
forrestjones2010
friend
no pressures...just having fun building a universe
he writes this one completely
cagedmind0531
That's cool
forrestjones2010
which i like
i dont have to do both which is very liberating
cagedmind0531
Yeah no doubt
forrestjones2010
he writes the story around the art
cagedmind0531
I was going to start a book with the stuff I wrong about that guys journey into the forest, if you remember that, but I find it so hard to pick up where I left off
forrestjones2010
i have never worked this way before...no expectations...no rules
cagedmind0531
*wrong = wrote
forrestjones2010
i remember it well
cagedmind0531
I really need an editor if I am going to write. It slows down the process too much to stop and fix things as I go and make sure it's consistent
forrestjones2010
i am open to edit...i am editting about 6 writers right now...
mainly the purgatiry stuff
cagedmind0531
geez
forrestjones2010
but there is a girl in dallas and a guy in bmont
its not as much as it sounds like
cagedmind0531
Any of them good?
forrestjones2010
the girl in dallas is good...very ethereal and dark...writes about dolls that are animate
strange stuff
the guy here in bmont is ok but growing
cagedmind0531
That's cool
forrestjones2010
jimmys stuff...purgatory is most often near perfect and almost needs no edit...
cagedmind0531
I really think about doing The Ind stuff again. It sucks we can't meet in person anymore
forrestjones2010
The Imagination Never Dies...I would pick that up in a heart beat
i have an art editor in FL that cleans my stuff up with photoshop
we can work over a distance if you want
that would be fun
cagedmind0531
I am really interested in a project. I can't start in the middle of my room being renovated but soon.
forrestjones2010
whenever you are ready let me know...
cagedmind0531
Will do. This painting is driving me mad. My room is really big up here. It's bigger then 2 rooms of your old house put together.
It's the basement
forrestjones2010
nice...
that rocks...the man cave
no windows right?
cagedmind0531
lol I call myself Basement Boy
It's got 2 windows, it's not totally underground or anything
forrestjones2010
how far is chatnooga from here?
cagedmind0531
um...let me mapquest it
My net is running really horribly lately
forrestjones2010
its all good...i am thinking 10 hours by car or so
cagedmind0531
one sec let me relog
forrestjones2010
k
cagedmind0531
back
So what is your schedule like lately?
forrestjones2010
work 8 to 630 m-f
whts yours?
cagedmind0531
Net crashed sorry
forrestjones2010
np
cagedmind0531
So what project are you most serious about now? I mean are you looking to get published or just finish something?
forrestjones2010
the chrome...billy purgatory
cagedmind0531
Ah gotcha
Can you sum up where you are going with the story or where you want to go with it?
forrestjones2010
chapter one builds foundation of akashic record(placeholder)...record of ALL things
people are recruited by warrior Chrome guides to eqipt them to fight a war to protect the record
they are designated as protectors
Helfor Jesey is recruited by Siren of the chrome
this is the first human recruit
i just use the record as a jumping poinst to different arcs so i can include any story i want
cagedmind0531
Sounds like you have a pretty definitive plan so far which is cool
forrestjones2010
and i glue all types of relevent stories into this fabric
in my mind it is finished
cagedmind0531
Interesting
forrestjones2010
which is odd for me i dont usualy see a completed thing
but it i really done...but rather long
cagedmind0531
11 hours 34 minutes / 744.19 miles by the way
forrestjones2010
sweet
cagedmind0531
I really need to get back to painting my room. I'm gonna go grab my brother. I'll message you later tonight if you are still on. It's so good to hear from you man.
forrestjones2010
chapter one is finished...except a possible minor edit
chapter 2 is finished with a slightly more than minor edit needed and ch 3 is written in rough draft
ok catch you later
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cagedmind0531
You up?
forrestjones2010
i r
cagedmind0531
What's kickin dude? I filled out my fafsa today! Going back to college in fall!
forrestjones2010
nice work
i am considering a change of path myself
cagedmind0531
Such as?
forrestjones2010
pharmacology/anasthesiology...med school
cagedmind0531
For the cash? or just for a change?
forrestjones2010
change...i have rediscovered my passion for chemistry
cagedmind0531
I love chemistry
forrestjones2010
it is fun
i love numbers and finance but it can become monotonous and static
cagedmind0531
Yeah no doubt.
Wish I had a cam or something so I could show ya my progress on this painting to ask your opinion etc
forrestjones2010
you cant post it to FB?
that is my main use of fb is to post art
cagedmind0531
Nah I don't have a camera or cam
forrestjones2010
scanner?
cagedmind0531
I can't scan this painting, it's massive
I can't decide what I want to major in
forrestjones2010
i see
check out the one i am about to post to FB...
cagedmind0531
I still want to be a writer or artist but I question my ability to stick to a long term project and produce results
forrestjones2010
i understand
cagedmind0531
I hate that about myself. It's very frustrating. I'd put it on par with any social problem I've had.
forrestjones2010
focus is hard for artists
cagedmind0531
Yeah I really want to break through that. I think this painting will be a HUGE step...if I finish it for a change.
forrestjones2010
indeed it will
cagedmind0531
It'
It's about 30% done I'd say
But having to wait for the paint to dry is a real bitch
forrestjones2010
do you see the sword guy i drew on FB?
just posted it
cagedmind0531
Net is being slow, one sec
forrestjones2010
k
cagedmind0531
You drew that? Really interesting
Is that charcoal?
forrestjones2010
i drew it free hand but its not my character
cagedmind0531
Very cool man.
forrestjones2010
its from the cover of a graphic novel called AFRO Samurai
thanks
cagedmind0531
Yeah I recognized it
forrestjones2010
i love AFRO
cagedmind0531
haha
So about the History of the Universe thing. What do you think about that? Could have a painting of the 4 masks on the cover.
A dark creation story
as the subtitle
forrestjones2010
i think it sounds awesome...it sounds big too though very big
ooooooo look at the white AFRO....
cagedmind0531
I'm not so sure it would be that big, how many pages ya think? I wouldn't want it to be a novel
forrestjones2010
oh you mean a graphic depiction of a creation myth with the four faces...like a single issue comic?
cagedmind0531
No more like a graphic novel
forrestjones2010
so what is that 100 pages...200?
cagedmind0531
I would say 100 would be more then enough. Think of it as a storied artbook with a common theme.
forrestjones2010
i love theme work...it has set me free...
i am so there
guess what i found in my attic today?
cagedmind0531
What?
forrestjones2010
it was the wooden tree carved from the IND
did you make that?
or did I?
cagedmind0531
I'd have to see a pic
forrestjones2010
i will throw one up soon...not tonight
cagedmind0531
Pretty cool that we were so in sync before that ya can't remember who did it
forrestjones2010
true...i really cant though...i think you did
cagedmind0531
We could devote at least 5 drawings of the masks themselves
That's 5 pages
right off the bat
1 for each mask, and 1 for them all together
The masks story we wrote together is what? 5-8 pages?
forrestjones2010
i have a pic of the 4 masks thats new i will post it so you can see...
cagedmind0531
Cool. Did you keep them the same? [Fracture, Forge, Entropy, Order]
forrestjones2010
never got that far...i used terms like The nameless the countless
the enless
endless
cagedmind0531
Ah well the original 4 names were those. I had them written in my book.
forrestjones2010
they are there in the background but i jump to the main characters pretty quick
cagedmind0531
My sketchbook
forrestjones2010
the first chapter you meet Siren and Jedai and Helford...3 of the mains
cagedmind0531
I see.
forrestjones2010
cool...
i would have to reread it to see if i even called them anything to come think of it...oh i remember
I called them one thing...
cagedmind0531
I get very distinct visuals for each mask. You never mailed me that by the way
forrestjones2010
The Soliton
cagedmind0531
The Masks story I mean
forrestjones2010
4 acting as one but the audience does not know its inner workings
mystery and it was to hard for me to explain
i wanted character driven action for chapters 1 and 2
creation comes later in the story as a flash instead on linear
cagedmind0531
I really want the book to have a feeling like the new Alice in Wonderland...like wicked and dark. Malevolent forces that created good on accident
I mean like dark colors, spikes, leather
forrestjones2010
sure...dark is always better
cagedmind0531
So I think our first step is to make a list of drawings/paintings that we need and work the book around those.
forrestjones2010
sounds good
cagedmind0531
I want to finish this painting first but after that I will start a series of paintings for the 5 masks.
forrestjones2010
i am uploading the 4 masks now...
ok
cagedmind0531
Or I can do 2 and you can 2
forrestjones2010
this sketch has evolved but this is an old version i have not scanned the new ones
cagedmind0531
k
I'm excited.
forrestjones2010
sweet...did you see the pic?
cagedmind0531
Where did you upload them to?
Found it
I see. The way I wanna do it is each masks has a specific and distinct look/style/texture
forrestjones2010
k
cagedmind0531
What other drawings will we need...one of a crow flying over a silver ocean would be nice
You would do great at that
forrestjones2010
i could do that
cagedmind0531
One thing I would like to do is tie the runic/nature/technology thing into it but I don't know how. Those 3 themes would make some awesome
paintings
Maybe we could break down the history of the universe and explain how life begins to evolve from 1 to the other
forrestjones2010
use language as a texture on their skins
trees with runes
machines with stamps
etc
cagedmind0531
Yeah I have that writing with me. How life starts off as runic beings who don't need to eat or breathe, they exist until they have no purpose
Then their ether blood fades and they die
forrestjones2010
wow i remember that
breatharians
cagedmind0531
haha
forrestjones2010
That is basically what the chrome is the lowest comon denominator of all life of anykind...the force...the chrome
cagedmind0531
Yeah in the initial writing we used 'mercurial'
Do you have that mask writing? I still need it
forrestjones2010
the mercury chair is an old poem i wrote years ago it would tie in nicely
like Gaiman's endless nights
cagedmind0531
I need the initial story of the 4 masks and the creator and how he has them as art pieces in his museum
All chained up
forrestjones2010
let me look for it...its in so many pieces
give me a sec
cagedmind0531
There's no rush
You can do it another day
But to help you remember it's where I actually annotated exactly what each masks was...it was a long explanation and I think I had done all
forrestjones2010
found it
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You up?
forrestjones2010
i r
cagedmind0531
What's kickin dude? I filled out my fafsa today! Going back to college in fall!
forrestjones2010
nice work
i am considering a change of path myself
cagedmind0531
Such as?
forrestjones2010
pharmacology/anasthesiology...med school
cagedmind0531
For the cash? or just for a change?
forrestjones2010
change...i have rediscovered my passion for chemistry
cagedmind0531
I love chemistry
forrestjones2010
it is fun
i love numbers and finance but it can become monotonous and static
cagedmind0531
Yeah no doubt.
Wish I had a cam or something so I could show ya my progress on this painting to ask your opinion etc
forrestjones2010
you cant post it to FB?
that is my main use of fb is to post art
cagedmind0531
Nah I don't have a camera or cam
forrestjones2010
scanner?
cagedmind0531
I can't scan this painting, it's massive
I can't decide what I want to major in
forrestjones2010
i see
check out the one i am about to post to FB...
cagedmind0531
I still want to be a writer or artist but I question my ability to stick to a long term project and produce results
forrestjones2010
i understand
cagedmind0531
I hate that about myself. It's very frustrating. I'd put it on par with any social problem I've had.
forrestjones2010
focus is hard for artists
cagedmind0531
Yeah I really want to break through that. I think this painting will be a HUGE step...if I finish it for a change.
forrestjones2010
indeed it will
cagedmind0531
It'
It's about 30% done I'd say
But having to wait for the paint to dry is a real bitch
forrestjones2010
do you see the sword guy i drew on FB?
just posted it
cagedmind0531
Net is being slow, one sec
forrestjones2010
k
cagedmind0531
You drew that? Really interesting
Is that charcoal?
forrestjones2010
i drew it free hand but its not my character
cagedmind0531
Very cool man.
forrestjones2010
its from the cover of a graphic novel called AFRO Samurai
thanks
cagedmind0531
Yeah I recognized it
forrestjones2010
i love AFRO
cagedmind0531
haha
So about the History of the Universe thing. What do you think about that? Could have a painting of the 4 masks on the cover.
A dark creation story
as the subtitle
forrestjones2010
i think it sounds awesome...it sounds big too though very big
ooooooo look at the white AFRO....
cagedmind0531
I'm not so sure it would be that big, how many pages ya think? I wouldn't want it to be a novel
forrestjones2010
oh you mean a graphic depiction of a creation myth with the four faces...like a single issue comic?
cagedmind0531
No more like a graphic novel
forrestjones2010
so what is that 100 pages...200?
cagedmind0531
I would say 100 would be more then enough. Think of it as a storied artbook with a common theme.
forrestjones2010
i love theme work...it has set me free...
i am so there
guess what i found in my attic today?
cagedmind0531
What?
forrestjones2010
it was the wooden tree carved from the IND
did you make that?
or did I?
cagedmind0531
I'd have to see a pic
forrestjones2010
i will throw one up soon...not tonight
cagedmind0531
Pretty cool that we were so in sync before that ya can't remember who did it
forrestjones2010
true...i really cant though...i think you did
cagedmind0531
We could devote at least 5 drawings of the masks themselves
That's 5 pages
right off the bat
1 for each mask, and 1 for them all together
The masks story we wrote together is what? 5-8 pages?
forrestjones2010
i have a pic of the 4 masks thats new i will post it so you can see...
cagedmind0531
Cool. Did you keep them the same? [Fracture, Forge, Entropy, Order]
forrestjones2010
never got that far...i used terms like The nameless the countless
the enless
endless
cagedmind0531
Ah well the original 4 names were those. I had them written in my book.
forrestjones2010
they are there in the background but i jump to the main characters pretty quick
cagedmind0531
My sketchbook
forrestjones2010
the first chapter you meet Siren and Jedai and Helford...3 of the mains
cagedmind0531
I see.
forrestjones2010
cool...
i would have to reread it to see if i even called them anything to come think of it...oh i remember
I called them one thing...
cagedmind0531
I get very distinct visuals for each mask. You never mailed me that by the way
forrestjones2010
The Soliton
cagedmind0531
The Masks story I mean
forrestjones2010
4 acting as one but the audience does not know its inner workings
mystery and it was to hard for me to explain
i wanted character driven action for chapters 1 and 2
creation comes later in the story as a flash instead on linear
cagedmind0531
I really want the book to have a feeling like the new Alice in Wonderland...like wicked and dark. Malevolent forces that created good on accident
I mean like dark colors, spikes, leather
forrestjones2010
sure...dark is always better
cagedmind0531
So I think our first step is to make a list of drawings/paintings that we need and work the book around those.
forrestjones2010
sounds good
cagedmind0531
I want to finish this painting first but after that I will start a series of paintings for the 5 masks.
forrestjones2010
i am uploading the 4 masks now...
ok
cagedmind0531
Or I can do 2 and you can 2
forrestjones2010
this sketch has evolved but this is an old version i have not scanned the new ones
cagedmind0531
k
I'm excited.
forrestjones2010
sweet...did you see the pic?
cagedmind0531
Where did you upload them to?
Found it
I see. The way I wanna do it is each masks has a specific and distinct look/style/texture
forrestjones2010
k
cagedmind0531
What other drawings will we need...one of a crow flying over a silver ocean would be nice
You would do great at that
forrestjones2010
i could do that
cagedmind0531
One thing I would like to do is tie the runic/nature/technology thing into it but I don't know how. Those 3 themes would make some awesome
paintings
Maybe we could break down the history of the universe and explain how life begins to evolve from 1 to the other
forrestjones2010
use language as a texture on their skins
trees with runes
machines with stamps
etc
cagedmind0531
Yeah I have that writing with me. How life starts off as runic beings who don't need to eat or breathe, they exist until they have no purpose
Then their ether blood fades and they die
forrestjones2010
wow i remember that
breatharians
cagedmind0531
haha
forrestjones2010
That is basically what the chrome is the lowest comon denominator of all life of anykind...the force...the chrome
cagedmind0531
Yeah in the initial writing we used 'mercurial'
Do you have that mask writing? I still need it
forrestjones2010
the mercury chair is an old poem i wrote years ago it would tie in nicely
like Gaiman's endless nights
cagedmind0531
I need the initial story of the 4 masks and the creator and how he has them as art pieces in his museum
All chained up
forrestjones2010
let me look for it...its in so many pieces
give me a sec
cagedmind0531
There's no rush
You can do it another day
But to help you remember it's where I actually annotated exactly what each masks was...it was a long explanation and I think I had done all
forrestjones2010
found it
cagedmind0531
What would be cool is if we could selfpublish so we could keep all the money
forrestjones2010
we will and can...i dont care to find a publisher unless we have to
ok what i am sending is a massive doc
cagedmind0531
ok
forrestjones2010
but everything we ever talked about is in it...plus the chrome and a ton of other crap...i use it as a source document
cagedmind0531
Yeah I think you sent me alot of that but what ya sent me before didn't have the masks stuff, just the runic story
forrestjones2010
let me send this and see if you can find it...if its not there i will look in some older files
cagedmind0531
alrighty sounds good
So the main reason I want to do this project is it's much more realistic and practical then the scope of what we were doing before
I want to be published. I want something of mine out there.
forrestjones2010
how is it differrent...
its a graphic novel instead of a novel?
cagedmind0531
Well before we were basically rewriting the silmarilion[spelling]
Which is a monumental task
This will be more broad. This will be more like an artistic summary of creation.
Not broad, specific
forrestjones2010
works for me...
cagedmind0531
I have the perfect example of the type of book I want
Steven Hawking, A Brief History of Time
Only fiction, and dark.
forrestjones2010
nice bridge i have a copy of that
cagedmind0531
I think that's the illustrated one isn't it?
Wait I was wrong
That's not it
It's
http://www.amazon.com/dp/055380202X/ref=rdr_ext_sb_pi_sims_1
forrestjones2010
i have that one too
cagedmind0531
Click the 'look inside' button
ah cool
forrestjones2010
i saw him speak in houston a few years ago
interesting
cagedmind0531
wow! that's awesome
forrestjones2010
speak and spell i should say
me and canan and tish went
cagedmind0531
That's witnessing a legend
Like meeting Einstein
forrestjones2010
i thought so
cagedmind0531
It looks like the nutshell book is 200-ish pages
forrestjones2010
i met warren buffet and bill gates too in 2006
that was fun
cagedmind0531
I think we can do shorter and get away with it
forrestjones2010
sure
ok sent
cagedmind0531
ty
forrestjones2010
pardon the massiveness but a control f should get you where you need to be
if its not there then there is only one other file it could be in or perhaps 2...and there is an external hard drive that has some files that did not transition over to my Mac a couple of years ago...that is the last place it could be...
cagedmind0531
This has your new stuff in it too
FOUND IT!
forrestjones2010
yes...
oh good i was worried
cagedmind0531
Four masks interlocked in dreadfulstareObservation changing all before Entangled weave of gazes entwinedTo make all, that once was not,Now there
Good stuff
forrestjones2010
indeed
that was all you
cagedmind0531
I used to be talented
forrestjones2010
lol
cagedmind0531
This is at least 10 pages
Which in this type of book would be at least 15 pages
forrestjones2010
to digress for a moment the way i pictured the four was creation but they got their power from the Soliton who was one un namable like god i guess...and then the final gather of the chrome come back to god through The Eschaton(the last object in temporal time) who is a person or mix of peoples
cagedmind0531
Using the name Soliton for the nameless shadow creator would tie that into it.
forrestjones2010
k
cagedmind0531
God man we had a HUMONGOUS outline together for the Ind
forrestjones2010
i know it is greatness
remind me to talk to you about The Akashic Record sometime...not tonight it is too big
but soon
you will love
cagedmind0531
k
You have the same thing listed like 6 times, gonna be hard to find the most finalized one haha
forrestjones2010
i just saved it and never went back to organize it
hyothetically the last one should be the most current
cagedmind0531
hmm ok that helps alot
It pisses me off we waited this long to get in contact. We both fail at friendship.
forrestjones2010
agree
cagedmind0531
The first of which is energy.
The second milestone was the advent of life.
The third point of interest within our focused time span is sentience
This is a good starting point
forrestjones2010
k
cagedmind0531
I can't believe we wrote this stuff. It's really good
forrestjones2010
i headed to bed...good talking...just to let you know i am excited about this...but i am full throttle on Billy Purgatory, of which i would like you to join uo if you want to later on...but i will make this a high priority...but i wont be able to spend near the time i did before until billy is done...and that may be for a while
it is really good...
we are a good team
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Chapter 1 -The Shadow Crow
Chapter 1 - The Shadow Crow
Through the eyes of a mysterious winged perspective a tour is embarked upon the silver mercurial waters of eternity, set against a vast dark sky. Gliding over its ominous undulating waves it is awestruck by the brilliant intermingling of shadow casting tidals and silvered reflections derived from some light unseen. So engaging as to warrant marvel, it is a monument of omnipresent mercurial perfection. With a sudden slant of perspective the view becomes sweeping, and then arcs into a circular path that is set about a peculiar point of interest. Standing stark against the silence, four shackled masks are pristinely arranged upon a small ceremonial island. Closer inspection reveals a monolith center to the four, diversity is stretched across the face of each mask, and an accompanying plaque is mounted beneath each with inscriptions of some length. Chained to the monolith and bound in a heavy metallic sleep they are denied all but an abbreviated animation. With no warning perspective changes and is dragged screaming, diving downward into a spiral toward a towering mass, with the seeming fear of some violent collision immanent. It ultimately perches upon the monolith.
[Insert picture of Crow mounted on Obelisk scrutinizing masks]
From this perch the form then gazes upon the surrounding pieces, its eyes falling first upon the elaborate plaque beneath the mask ahead.
The Mask of Order: Keeper and Sentinel of the Spire. First of the two motivations it is responsible for all of the organized action to be set forth upon time. It holds all forms and actions deliberate for the goal of control and predictability. The voice of caution dwelling on fear of the unknown, but also as a positive force instilling purpose and guidance. From this need to guide it will obsessively seek out and quantify all variables, a savage desperate will set forth to seer. Encapsulating all that seems predictable for the guise of future sight. The idealistic catalogue of all action and events are locked inside of Order, filed away for all time. With fathomed charts and graphs of probability, it will long forever for the solace found in prophecy, but will not find it. Though a slave to linear time, it will gain affluence and influence through this esoteric education.
Taking a moment to ponder the plaque focus drifts slowly, rising in respect toward the closed eyes of Order. Upon contact the eyes flash violently open and the form is assailed with vagrant thoughts, wrought with fears, doubts, and hopes...
[The opposing page will feature a picture of the Mask of Order]
Suddenly the form speaks in booming hollow tone.
"My inanimate children floating here, lifeless and bound. I see you locked in perpetual stare with closed eyes, introspective prisoners secured in eternal binding chains. Shall I free and embrace you? Should I keep you as sculpture, a frozen monument to my will? Change this known eternity forever? Cure this loneliness? What reason or passion would you serve? Folding this hollow-verse upon your whims, reaping havoc on this now solemn sea. All around this perpetual table of empty continuance there will be shattered streaks of light boiling and burning the silver tides. Shaping, reflecting a newer dimension erratically weaving assertive wills upon this fluid board. Unconfined, your energy would spill forth followed by walking death and change without bound. Newer sorrows born of deeper and more painful substances than that of loneliness. And yet without this, my life is naught but a muscular shadow pacing winged in the abyss.
I see you before me my naked, shallow forms. You seek to expose and insinuate each other. Sitting as silent tumors ready to devour and replicate, in exponential fashion, your intent. However in you, Order, this mind is kept sound, for you are the rock of eternal stability. Swirling netlike as a cage to contain the violence of the spire and infused intrinsically into all things. When breath takes this creation, its’ precepts and nuances will not lay beholden to any external resolve save it's own. An insufferable force of trapped potential you will become livid, teeming with agenda and purpose. Upon humbled knees prostrate before the outset of chaos are you held captive under the essence of limitation and organization. Though bathed full into the waters of inconceivable prophecy and over-contemplative fear, you will surge on the waves of absolute guided intent.
Should I release you and your siblings ruin will abound upon the once stagnant, wondrous nightmare of my home. From rest I will awaken to the fear of a fleeting dream, but instead will find the spire's essence coursing as a river through these veins. With Order’s presence the path will be made manifest. With its finite sphere of control it will endeavor to arrest the spire in balanced suspension, bracing the new construct against the dynamic changes to come."
And then there was silence. The sound of the mercurial ocean waves beating against the island as rolling thunder. The shadow was lost in thought...
"Risk all this or walk alone beside Eternity? Her unchanging beauty, poetry and eloquence must be denied of its capacity to lure to dormancy. The lingering memory flared in every sentimental thought of her will haunt as an epitaph to progressive efforts. Neither by malice, nor by vengeful heart do I so detach. She will simply evolve from within this boundless mercurial ocean to a point of light atop the spire, beckoning all to endeavor onward, reminding the totality of existence what solitude once was. The origins of her form a pained memory forgotten only through violent release. Her metamorphosis will not come easily, but by the grace of will or the force of hand she will subvert to this omniscient intent.
The children of the cosmos beseech their master among these corridors of darkness for change. They dance in choreographed measure, a dark dance of storms. Awestruck, gazing on in trepidation, these 4 masks will lay harbringer to the spire of delineated time. The door will be thrown open and the key undone, binding them forever in a structured prison of evolution. The chiseled down, broken shards of what once was the eternal at an instant set free with no instruction save independent desires. Now only the echoed silhouettes of karmic temperance, the timeline that was once a mere monolith, and their restraints upon each other, bind their actions and potentials."
Slowly the shadow's eyes open once more. While at first disoriented by the mental gaze of Order, soon again composed. Certain in the path set before advancing to the next plaque…
Entropy: Consolidator and Restrictor of the spire’s mass of form. For every item or idea made real a passive but enduring trial is in place to test its very nature. Either metaphorically or literally, all in the spire is subject to the forces of decay and resistance. It is responsible for evolution in the reverse, set forth to destroy that which is temporal or limited. Entropy is the vigor of simplification. Where opposing energies cultivate and complicate, Entropy compels all things toward the tranquillity of the mercurial sea. Envision creation as a mountain stretching far and vast. Entropy is the instigator of the avalanche that breaks loose all destabilized elements.
[The opposing page will feature a picture of the Mask of Entropy]
The plaque annotates Entropy, the second failsafe before the risk. These first two of the four are meant to keep everything safe and manageable, imbedded limitations and guidelines. The shadow is one of vast power, and as such there is much to lose. A stray thought of omnipotence noticeably comforts him. As his eyes contact the opposing closed stare, he is once again assailed with another facet of will. As an indelible visage is cast upon the mask of Entropy so too is its visage cast upon him. The Keeper of the Expanse is called once again converse and so addresses Entropy as beloved child, for closely does it resemble the mercury filled ocean of eternity in it's limitation of form and simplicity.
"Ah the tribute to my sea of subtle bliss, Entropy you are my one conciliation. You will limit all expansion no matter how purposed or impulsive, keeping the spire in check. For no matter what abounds in this new world your being will cage it to segmented time. There will be no more permanence, no stagnant rock eternal enduring all trial and tribulation! All is made to fall in my vortex storm-verse, so you shall ensure it. I will not risk the complacency of my creation. Force of decay will stoke the fires, rather than watching them sway contented till the end of time. It is lack of possible change that irrepressibly inclines things to merely exist. No likelihood of new design or intent without something giving way, making room for new vibrant form."
Violently, suddenly the dreaming shadow tears himself from Entropy's gaze.
"I will dwell on this form no longer, for it and the form before it are cautions in my endeavor of risk. Were I too pay it too much respect to Order and Entropy I may find myself with resuscitated regard for my current residence."
And so inspired he turned, his attention now bearing the facets of the next plaque. Then once more the shadow spoke.
“Alas here is the danger, the risk, the first conceptual element in eons of ordered minimalism and elegance floating here before me. Here is my first great work to defy consolidation. Here is Forge.”
With his words the mercury waves ripple concentric to his voice and all the Expanse seems to bend around its echo.
The Mask of Forge: The Sword of Creation and Temperance. The furnace of all matter and energy, Forge takes the most basic of forms and expands upon them. Striving toward the perfection of stability and sparking the spire’s cultivation in the expanse of the abyss. It is the one force in existence that provokes the endurance of being and resists the hindering spurn of degradation. The vehemence of the Mask of Forge stokes the flames of existence to boil the molten thread that will be woven into the fabric of all things. It matters not the nature of a new idea or form. All corporeal or fleeting in nature are viciously torn into reality from nothingness then encouraged, cultured, and honed as equal components in its smelter.
[The opposing page will feature a picture of the Mask of Forge]
The Keeper of the Expanse feels the molten tinge of Forge’s presence. The indelible mark of its conception now housed within his veins. Again he spoke.
“Forge you will be the vigor amassing substance. Planting uncounted realities in vast succession and driving the nails of new form into the sheer blanket of oblivion. New dimensions will portal forth from your whims and all matter of the void will be subject to your call. You will endure an abbreviated freedom restrained by Entropy but you will not easily be overcome. Time will attempt to fashion you into a tool of its device, but you will arise from time trodden down yet unbeaten. With this education you will fold back the curtain upon the once prtine graceful oceanscape, subverting its elegance with abrasive jagged shapes. Fathom deeply your measures as you are provoked by the temptations of chaos and composure. Create, but create with temperance and reservation. Caution, but do not let fear deter action.”
And so the keeper broke his address to the one called Forge and brought his attention to the full gamut of his audience.
"The waters of this mind now raging white will soon spill over and into the animation of each of your agendas. Together you three will chain the spiral toward eternity and together tear asunder the vast mercurial ocean with the light and fire of creation and destruction. The Obelisk will be your clay and the chains your influence stretching to eternity. The life in each of you is on the precipice of breaking forth with lifted consciousness before being cast into the placental river of time and the deluge of fate.
Time will escort you away in chains claiming each of you as her subservient. She will nail you down to heragenda with pristine tact and exquisite grace, but remember my children that time is not your master and is ignorant of your beginnings. Allow not her play to overtake you. For it is your collective seed that created her reflection of the expanse and not the way she would bend your minds to believe. Take caution of her device, she is merely an illusion. In the end She will sit among you in captive’s chains, scorned, damned, and defeated. Do not listen to her voice, it is the voice of doubt, whose father is fear, whose father is the abyss itself."
From behind the shadow'd crow eyes alight atop another plaque, this one seemingly more ominous and imposing. The mask of Fracture sits gazing upon the now attentive eyes of the Beholder shaking violently against its' chains before finally relenting and settling back to dark.
Fracture: The Evader of the Maze and the Prism of Impulsive Action.” Fracture is instantaneous and unpredictable action. It is the small crack in the glass that cascades throughout the ventana, racing in fervor toward variant beauty. With abstraction the tempest of the cosmos is made volatile. Unpredictability exists in any moment of Order’s weakness, or Fracture’s strength. Purpose is nowhere to be found and made in a moment unaffected by the need to create, destroy, or accomplish. Instinct is responsible for beauty in the universe. It gives flame its erratic nature, causes errant and unpredictable action, and brings forth individuality to all entities and objects. Fracture is the voice of wisdom in the Quadra of Masks, for it knows no future. It embraces the unpredictable aspect of every moment and feeds upon it. It is the heart of the unknown, denying form but embracing potential.
Abruptly the crow is held captive by it's final creation's, now dormant, gaze. Fracture sits imposing and if ever there were fear in the Creator it was now, and so he spoke.
"I have not yet breathed life into you and yet already you struggle to shatter, to rip, to sunder. Such power...Were I not prompting to release you anyway I fear I could not contain. You are the lone, true grain of trepidation in my existence for I cannot hope to stop you just by the bane of your creation. I pondered eternities on end before I decided to place my essence into the confines of your clay but now it is done. The greatest and most powerful facet of my, soon to be, forfeited omnipotence..."
And then the Crow paused, drifting into dream and rest before the task at hand. Eons passed...Chapter 2 -The Vortex Spiral [In Progress]
Chapter 2 – The Vortex Spiral & the Advent of Life
Eons later...
The crow still perched upon the monolith awakens and streches it's wings wide. Shaking it's ruffled feathers it glances about the stage set before it. Without any hesitation, as if it's dreams had determined this course of action, the crow pecks once at the monolith and then takes deliberate flight. The prototype concept of something new engages him and he roars thundering before the waters of recession.
“As one union, my Masks, we will create something dynamic and dangerous, but lasting. Not purveyors of some sadistic need, nor intoxicated with the sloth and ignorance of consequence, we will crack open the stoic face of conformity. Laughing heartily in the visage of empty, unfulfilling perfection we will shatter the anchored chains of fear. Breaking bravado and casting its rotten robes asunder, rededicating them to the night.
As the Keeper thunders his will through voice a cracking noise can be heard through the extent of the abyss.
"Truly we will part waters in this swelling silver chasm, marking our right as its’ rightful owner, maker, and ultimate master. Defiant, looking into the eyes of mad silence while shrieking as banshees crying out in disdain. The echoes of this scream marking us not as cowards but conquerors. To stride boldly before our potential fall and find ourselves worthy of a dream we were not ready to dream."
As the words continue in stride so too does the effect of the initial crack. A blazing light can now be seen emerging from the location the crow pecked. The crack begins to spread as an epidemic through the whole of the monolith.
"May we not look upon this birth as innocent, and instead handle it carefully as some unfathomable, volatile dynamo. Humble in the knowledge that we once were eternal and at peace with the expanse and it's silent poisons. Tread deep into the primordial traces of the mind. We will not cease nor lust over any temporal satisfaction, but appreciate it and digress not allowing complacency time to seduce us. I give you four the power to tame the graveyards that will attempt to swallow up your enigmas, your seeded whims, and your incomplete wishes to soar."
The cracks now litter the face of the monolith and are emblazoned with light and fire.
"Erect newer and more perfect, but temporal euphoric creations for sun-time and Entropy to tear away. Together speak now my beasts, my masks, my children. Roar beside me. Cast aside your infancy and exemplify your savage wills."
The chains begin to alight and soon the light travels toward the masks at an alarming rate.
"Execute the silence. Ravage into the night slaying the tedium that permeates its’ cold lifeless heart. Destroy this mockery of self-indulgent beauty. Conquest and fester over the expanse. Phase into the unseen side of lunacy and defile the decadence and luster. Ravage into the night slaying the defiance that permeates its’ cold lifeless heart."
Abruptly all masks' eyes blaze with defiant fervor.
"Now finally, and at long last I beckon. I taunt. I tempt you to awaken. Breathe my dark sculptures and rage. Storm now before me!”
Several moments pass and the masks aggitation steadily increases until the frenzy all but rips them apart. Ultimately the masks begin spinning in unison twisting the chain and pressuring the monolith until finally it begins to pull apart. Suddenly the Monolith implodes and all of it's substance is swallowed up into the void of space it once filled. A beacon deep into the void violently begins to pull everything inside. A vortex opens pulling at the surrounding water and the masks themselves as their chains are now pulled in. The masks float, shaking violently and pulling at the chains with desperation, the crow circling above watching in anticipation.
The masks are pulled inside ultimately and along with them the ocean that was once eternity. All slide in tandem as their chains are pulled by the beacon steadily and constantly forward, the beacon that is time.
As the timeline takes hold the chains spiral to the apex of the spire while the masks follow behind their respective chain. Each chain exemplifying the respective mask and it's ability to influence every creation. Order with it's chain of cast iron, Forge with it's solid steel, and Entropy with it's forever rusted, decaying links. However, Fracture's chain is shattered making it free to influence every action and reaction in the universe, as poison in a well. Nothing will be subject to permanence.
The remaining 3 masks settle into their spiral orbit to the vortex as creation itself follow their every incrimental movement. All the while fracture floats scrutinizing all creation. Time is the hub while the three masks of Order, Entropy, and Forge encompass the spokes, the wheel itself is Fracture. This allows one mask at a time to remain dominant while the others are free to influence as they see fit. Fracture alone is missing the power to lead an era. For an era of chaos could unmake all that has been done.
The shattered remnants of the monolith itself formed all the matter in the universe while the ocean of eternity itself became the pure energy and momentum of the cosmos. And so the vortex spiral etched it's presence into eternity, drawing all in to the perceived prison that is time.
The spiral went on for aeons creating all that is the known and unknown universe. No life. Nothing but form to function with purpose. Forge works to bring form to the universe, Order gives it intent, while Entropy wittled away all components unnecessary or redundant, and there sat Fracture waiting to add brilliance in chaos or the precious flaws that gave all creation character. And so order remained in control. With creation of all forms came the advent of planetoids, stars and stellar bodies. Each body scrutinized by the masks and each element brought their divine intent and will to fruition. All the universe sat as monument and testiment to their being.
One particular planetoid burned with fire of suns in rivers of molten form. It was on this planetoid things changed, and with only the invention of a particular rock of aesthetic purpose. It started as a boulder created of a new material Forge had founded that could store heat in the form of molten veins. So the boulder sat alit with burning lines of untold beauty, their pattern set about by Fracture with randomness and intrigue. And so order chipped away at the form until a mass evolved with distorted appendages, roughly hewn with a chisel of purpose. Ultimately Entropy wittled the marvel down to a lean form with serene smoothness and curves. For the first time since the advent of the spiral the four masks sat in marvel at their creation.
It was in that moment of bliss that Fracture angered blazing red for the form rivaled that of even the masks themselves. And so fracture acted with will wrought of hatred and intent to decimate the creation into fiery rubble, but the form did not falter, and rather it shifted and shook. No longer a rock solid and stoic, but a being riddled with purpose and intent mimicked only by the masks themselves. The Masks sat awestruck and so for millenia they watched the creature as it divided, multiplied, roamed, and played. Eventually it evolved a will of it's own. The molten infused rock no longer a rock, but a live entitled being. This brought the Masks pause and in their contemplation they spoke in council and for the first time since their creation.
Fracture : What madness is this? For eons have we toiled only to be insulted by this mockery of form.
Order : It is not beyond our influence and it is a marvel nonetheless.
Entropy : It is a simple act to keep it in check, we will simply limit it's existence and bind it to purpose. Once it fades so too will the power and spark that is it's life.
Forge : The form is strong, it will not just wittle away nor will it disintegrate by whimsical fancy.
At this remark Fracture is noticeably aggitated.
Fracture : If that is the case then I will simply destroy the planet.
A massive earthquake erupts upon the surface of the molten world and many magma beings are lost, yet still the surface life endures. From within the planet even more life begins to surface. Beings growing out of the earth itself. These new beings still exibit the properties of the creatures yet lay inert other then growth and population.
Order : We cannot stem this tide. It is beyond our ability to destroy or interfere. There is another force at work here.
Entropy : It cannot be the shadow crow. Long ago were we discarded to find our way, his power is depleted and his form dimished.
Forge : You cannot deny the power we have witnessed and the enduring spirit of this new life. Our powers can diminish it, but still it endures.
Fracture : I will not allow the shadow crow to bind me to it's will any longer. I may tolerate this new life but do not think they will outlast my wrath.
Storms raged on the planet of lightning, fire, water and wind. Yet despite Fracture's effort life now flourishes on what is now known to masks merely as earth. In time the life was made stronger by Forge's subtle efforts, Entropy's testing of the fittest, and Order's imposition of instinct to dictate action. Finally Fracture stopped only to vanish from sight.
Order : Now that the one of chaos is beyond senses we must evolve the creatures to endure whatever hardships Fracture will find. If the erratic one fears it we must find ways to make it prosper.
Entropy : Without giving them direct control of their own will they will forever be suceptible to the tides of change and the enigma of Fracture.
Forge : Sentience is the answer but by doing so we risk our creation growing intellectually beyond our sphere of influence. Already we have witnessed the power inherent in evolution and adaptation.
you there?
what makes people fall in love with good literature are relationships and character interactions...so far the set up is phenaomenal...but it is what it is...4 masks basically in a vacuum...have you ever considered the description to open then jumping to a future scen then coming back in a later chapter for more description...my favorite books and movies are told in peices with lots of play with time...
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 8:59:00 PM): Home finally.
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 9:12:54 PM): What's kickin?
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 9:14:12 PM): Chillin with the fam for a bit...then about to get on the road to austin...
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 9:16:29 PM): Awe man why Austin?
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 9:27:08 PM): Luvs austin
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 9:46:23 PM): Did you ever see this Timeline I made? It's nuts
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 9:49:14 PM): Yeah I uploaded it lat night...its on the blog
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 9:51:43 PM): No that one. I had a more specific and elborate one in my notes.
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 9:52:22 PM): Sweet..post it...
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 9:57:21 PM): Remember "The Scalping" at all? It was where the earth had it's atmosphere burned off and people moved into the earth to live. Then that guy made a machine to catch comets and use them to remake the earth.
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 9:58:02 PM): I remember that vividly...love it
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 10:19:53 PM): I need you to think of some events that happen in creation with the maks. Things they might discuss. Things that may go wrong. Anything
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 10:20:18 PM): We need more material. As is we are using description to take up pages of writing. We need events. THings happening
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 10:20:25 PM): K
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 10:21:49 PM): Temporal disturbances...ghosts a shades in the background that should not be present...but faint & unable to be communicated with
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 10:22:05 PM): I agree
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 10:23:40 PM): Also something the masks would argue about.
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 10:24:06 PM): K
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 10:27:16 PM): I'm not happy with Chapter 1 or 2. I had my gf read it and said it's too much description and not enough substance and I agree. I have alot to fix.
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 10:31:01 PM): I realize alot of writers are very descriptive so it can work for us but it also needs to be accessible to more people, without being dumb down.
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 10:39:20 PM): And from their words rose the eschaton...the singularity that was to be prime mover of all things...each word laced into existence from the masks became a blood
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 10:39:32 PM): Line of its own...
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 10:39:47 PM): Anger morphed into war...
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 10:40:33 PM): The folded iris gave rise to the spinning galaxy..
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 10:41:12 PM): Care fore their new creations became love...desire...then obsession...
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 10:42:26 PM): The great war was inevitably woven into their passions & only now from this vantage point in time can we look back & speculate...
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 10:43:16 PM): (perhaps lace play with the timeline from a nonlinear vantage point)
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 10:43:41 PM): think spherically...
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 10:44:18 PM): Like the movie The Others were they were the ones haunting & not the haunted..
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 10:44:58 PM): I see a great war...
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 10:46:12 PM): I will think of actions...i think it is time to choose our hero...if you have some time youtube joseph campbell hero with 1000 faces...& power of myth...
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 10:47:08 PM): you there?
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:19:32 PM): what makes people fall in love with good literature are relationships and character interactions...so far the set up is phenaomenal...but it is what it is...4 masks basically in a vacuum...have you ever considered the description to open then jumping to a future scen then coming back in a later chapter for more description...my favorite books and movies are told in peices with lots of play with time...
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 11:25:35 PM): That's an interesting idea but I'm not sure how to impliment it
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:26:04 PM): the time flip
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:26:51 PM): we just ned a mechanism that lends itself to a movement in time...a literary device
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:27:05 PM): the key is not to make it cheesey
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:27:36 PM): or use something that is obliously connected to other work like a palanteer from LOTR
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 11:27:46 PM): hmm
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:28:58 PM): for instance
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 11:29:09 PM): Well I am not sure what element has the power or is aware of the creation of the universe
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 11:29:13 PM): That's the issue
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:29:49 PM): what i am using in the chrome is a place called the Akashic record...all it is...is a place to jump to other places in the story
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 11:29:49 PM): OH!
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 11:29:52 PM): I have an idea
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:30:38 PM): another example in purgatory is even simpler but it works for that...he ends every new chapter with..."and billy was X years old"
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 11:30:46 PM): Each god is the avatar of one of the masks, Zarathustra - Order, Gaia - Forge, AI - Entropy so...
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 11:31:08 PM): What if when the god sleeps it dreams about what that particular mask knows
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:31:46 PM): so any event is tied back to his age...keeps things flowing...and yes i am listening just had to get that out
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 11:31:59 PM): k
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:32:05 PM): that could work
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 11:32:38 PM): For that to work the god would have to be unaware that it possesses the spirit of the masks
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 11:33:01 PM): And they would have to not be gods but more down to earth then that...
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 11:33:08 PM): Something powerful but not a god
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:33:34 PM): hmmm i shall ponder such things
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:33:56 PM): my friend got sick btw and we are not on the road...leaving in the morning
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 11:34:03 PM): Ah ok
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 11:34:13 PM): was wondering
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:34:34 PM): oh and also btw all the images i am posting are just background creative noise...they help me spark...
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:34:49 PM): we can use them or not use them...it matters not
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 11:34:50 PM): ok
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:35:11 PM): i like to post works in progress too
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:35:47 PM): what about fracture's point of view
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:35:50 PM): ?
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 11:36:04 PM): listening
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:36:35 PM): since he has no era perhaps...we could somehow incorporate some sort of observer status to him
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:36:38 PM): just a thought
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:36:43 PM): brainstorming
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:37:43 PM): it will come to one of us and when it does...this mechanism of story travel...it will be bad ass...
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 11:38:00 PM): I considered the idea that fracture could have been speaking to the crow creator before he was given life
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 11:39:07 PM): Your idea with Fracture would work but I kind of saw Fracture as a villain
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 11:39:23 PM): Always seeking to upset the balance kind of thing
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:39:53 PM): indeed i see him as a villian also a nasty little spike
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:40:06 PM): pukin on sunshine
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:40:11 PM): puking
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 11:40:22 PM): What if Fracture narrated the entire book
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:40:42 PM): possible
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 11:40:48 PM): brainstorming
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:40:57 PM): sure
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:41:20 PM): even so a literary mechisn is needed to push things backwards and forwards in time
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:41:42 PM): the vortex creates the universe that is trapped inside of the chains of time right?
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 11:42:14 PM): The vortex is basically the timeline. As everything is pulled through creation occurs
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 11:42:32 PM): pulled to it rather not through it
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:42:38 PM): what is outside of time?
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:42:42 PM): and creation?
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 11:43:20 PM): Not sure what is outside of time. I hadn't discussed it yet. And creation I mean all forms in the universe are created as the masks pass by
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:44:29 PM): k
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:44:57 PM): think quantum leap...
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:45:11 PM): they could go anywhere and tell any story'
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:45:18 PM): the wardrobe
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:45:51 PM): it almost has to be a noun...person..place or thing...hellraiser box
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:46:00 PM): i like the box
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 11:46:13 PM): Ok an idea
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:46:18 PM): this would really mean that chapter one may be chapter 2
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:46:46 PM): and one may need to be character drivin with a flashback to creation and the masks
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 11:47:02 PM): I see what you mean
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:47:52 PM): i know i am just trying to jog myself...
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 11:48:30 PM): This is difficult. We're basically trying to find our spine [pun haha]
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:49:15 PM): spine?
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 11:49:40 PM): Spine as in the backbone of the book that everything falls back to as well as the spine of book [bookspine]
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 11:49:54 PM): :P
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:49:55 PM): dig
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:50:46 PM): btw feel free to delete any items from the blog
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:50:58 PM): some things were put there for laughs
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 11:51:09 PM): k
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 11:52:34 PM): Ok random idea. Rune power and technology create a lifeform. It's an eye. This eye is passed down from generation
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 11:52:36 PM): to generation and houses the memory of the masks
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 11:52:57 PM): Yes an eye....as in people remove their eye and this one is put in it's place
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:53:11 PM): i like that
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 11:53:12 PM): totally random brainstorming
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:53:22 PM): this is leading in the right direction
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:54:03 PM): if it is an object then people would covet the object
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:54:09 PM): hence creating conflict
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:54:12 PM): hence war
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:54:16 PM): attachment
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 11:54:19 PM): Isn't that overdone?
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:54:31 PM): divisivness
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:54:35 PM): perhaps
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 11:55:02 PM): The eye of eternity. Holds the memory of the masks
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:55:04 PM): i have an idea
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 11:55:09 PM): shoot
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:55:29 PM): its a fictisious branc of science that i call anthiogenetics
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:55:47 PM): let me pull my notes for the general theme
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 11:56:27 PM): I think I've got it!
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 11:56:56 PM): Ok so when the 4 masks are released their chains are all kept in tact except fracture
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 11:57:09 PM): What if a small part of the chain landed on earth
forrestjones2010 (1/22/2010 11:57:36 PM): go on
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 11:58:22 PM): Not sure what shape it would take but this would hold all the memories of creation and this could be where the runes are discovered the are the
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 11:58:27 PM): building blocks of all things
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 11:59:41 PM): That would tie into that story I wrote before.
cagedmind0531 (1/22/2010 11:59:46 PM): About the rune guy
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:00:46 AM): i like that piece
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 12:01:10 AM): It has alot of good visuals in it at the very least
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:02:07 AM): true
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:03:10 AM): ok i found my notes on anthiogenes
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:03:29 AM): let me rattle for a second i will try to condesne it as much as possible
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:04:17 AM): it might seem incoherent at first because i am taking it out of context but bear with me a moment
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 12:04:23 AM): ok
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:04:26 AM): Integration:
The reasons I dont believe in magic or spells that pertain to the preemption of another's free will. I dont believe any being, even God himself, has the power to preempt free will in any form. This is the prime genator of why we are here.
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:04:42 AM): Anthiogenetics is the key to total integration and what I mean be integration is the melding together of a multiplicity of fragmented ideas into a whole a composite back into a foundation that we have forgotten or repressed intentionally or otherwise.
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:05:06 AM): Take art or writing as an example. I write stories in oft times tiny pieces and at other times in massive stroke but never from start to finish. I also believe myself to not be unique in this trait. I believe this to be part of the human condition. There a few that have these abilities on some level but lack them in other areas. Disintegrated in some parts of their psyche while integrated in others.
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:05:45 AM): Time assists with integration but is not the sole cause. Anthiogens also aid as a catalyst to this integration but are again not the cuase but closer to an antedote to the situation than the technology of time alone. Make no mistake that time is a simple technology, a damned stubborn one, but a technology none the less. Anthiogenes are a cleaner more precise technology with clearer, faster end outcomes but no different from the end cause should one choose to employ only time.
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:06:22 AM): Think of this in increments of lifetimes to shrink and gather your perspective. One generall has 70 or so years of natural life. Anthiogenesis allows for 70 years of time to be collapsed down to approximately 14 minutes thus allowing one to "experience"(i would rather use the word "live"d) a different incarnation of themselves every 14 minutes as opposed to every 70 years. Nothing in the normal knowledge acquisition or education would be lost in this process, only shrunk down like a hard drive compression and spread up. The math would be such: 70 years equals 36,792,000 minutes divided by 14 you have the ability to compress 2,628,000 of your life experience into one lifetime.
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 12:07:05 AM): That's interesting
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:07:24 AM): Take as an example the act of reincarnation and apply it to Anthiogens the only tangible items we transport from one life to another are these Anthigens that are imprisoned inside of our pineal glands our tripple helixed DNA. It takes us near a lifetime to re-integrate them into the whole of our psyche. There is a faster way for this integration and the study of Antiogentics will lend the human condition to further, faster light.
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:08:15 AM):
Anthiogeneisis: Is the dicipline that will run as a common thread to wed Science back to Religion after its long divorce. It will unite Hawking radition with string theory as well as Egyptology with Mystic Buddism. It is the Circulatory system that has been dying of lukemia that is about to be restored back to its place so that we will achieve and understand all parts of integration on all scales and levels.
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:08:21 AM): and one last piece
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:08:57 AM): these can be shared at will between sentient beings like a hybrid between drugs and computer sofware
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:09:11 AM): and they have rules that go with them that govern them
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:09:53 AM): a character could find the lost Anthiogenes of the masks
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:10:18 AM): plug it into their system...observe and then begin to participate
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:10:25 AM): i'm done
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 12:11:03 AM): Memory being attached to DNA is really interesting
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:12:16 AM): i have never heard of it before anywhere...it came to me in a dream...
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 12:12:26 AM): Cool
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:13:08 AM): it is attached to the pineal system...third eye (that ofcourse is not mine)
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:13:16 AM): i found some science to back it up
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:13:43 AM): there are some simple rules that go with it like...one has to consent
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:13:48 AM): they cant be hijacked
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:13:57 AM): commom social sex rules
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:14:10 AM): they are shared romantically
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:14:18 AM): or like commodities on markets
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 12:15:14 AM): We could start in the future and work backward using that method but I don't know.
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:16:01 AM): its just an idea
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:16:35 AM): linear is fine but if you want action a time flip might have to occur
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 12:17:17 AM): I like the idea. Just thinking of how it would change into something I know nothing about. Writing about the future.
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 12:17:45 AM): One question.
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 12:18:05 AM): What's in it for someone who wants the memories of creation? Just knowledge? Some kind of power?
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:22:39 AM): brb
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 12:22:41 AM): k
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:27:08 AM): k
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 12:27:32 AM): k
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:28:35 AM): ku klux klan
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 12:28:38 AM): :P
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:29:15 AM): thats the thing you never really write about the future
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:29:51 AM): everyplace you write about is taking place in the now...you just lace it together with whatever the mechanism is
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:30:00 AM): anywho...the question
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:30:51 AM): i would think knowlege...philisophical
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:31:17 AM): i would almost want to leave this vauge...it would be more reflexive of the current human condition
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:31:25 AM): some want it for power
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:31:28 AM): some for glory
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:31:37 AM): others for a way out
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 12:31:38 AM): Yeah I can see that
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:31:42 AM): ad infinatum
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 12:33:54 AM): It's going to be hard to call this a creation story if the creation part only takes place in the background
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:35:04 AM): great point
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 12:36:06 AM): An archeologist could find something and be telling the story or something...I don't know
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:37:13 AM): no need to force it...that part will come...
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 12:37:15 AM): Have you read the bible?
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 12:37:34 AM): What makes Genesis so interesting?
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:38:02 AM): yes...
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:38:20 AM): its characters and their blunders
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:38:25 AM): its fall
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 12:38:31 AM): hmm
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:38:33 AM): its banishment
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:38:37 AM): and betrayal
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:38:49 AM): by a God who is supposed to love his creation
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:38:57 AM): it is a great divorce story
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:39:15 AM): get the fuck out my garden and dont come back
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:39:46 AM): by the way here are 2 flaming angels with death swords that will cut ya if ya tries to come back
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 12:39:46 AM): What if the 4 masks are not released but rather plot their exodus
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 12:40:04 AM): the creator never knows they are alive
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:40:09 AM): and stay out...bitches
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 12:40:19 AM): lol
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:40:54 AM): hmmm
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 12:41:21 AM): brainstorming still I don't know
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 12:42:01 AM): I truly think we need a 'creation of the universe' chapter at the very least. Then we can use vessels to the story of life and it's history
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 12:42:21 AM): It can be a Prologue
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 12:43:01 AM): It needs some intrigue and betrayal
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 12:43:08 AM): The master betrayed by his creations
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 12:43:10 AM): kinda thing
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 12:45:18 AM): This is so difficult
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:45:55 AM): yeah we can let it go for a while...it will come...
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:46:08 AM): like a good women...when youre not even lookin
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 12:46:40 AM): I don't understand how people can write and write and write nonstop
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:48:24 AM): blessing and a curse
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:48:27 AM): as they say
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 12:48:53 AM): I feel like I could do it eventually. I just feel like there is a barrier I am working against
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 12:51:00 AM): I love the idea of Fracture creating life by trying to destroy it
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 12:51:05 AM): That part is good
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:51:42 AM): when i cant write i draw
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:52:10 AM): i find that it helps to have multiple projects because whn i am stumped on one i flow an another
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:52:21 AM): and yest the fracture part is good
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 12:52:36 AM): I want to train myself to stick to something and finish it
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 12:52:44 AM): I am HORRIBLE about not finishing projects
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:52:49 AM): do you agree that we need a mechanism to jump? because if you dont i can all be linear
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:53:17 AM): i finish most things i start these days...not so much in the past
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:53:24 AM): feels good to get em done
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:53:46 AM): if you get stumped i will pick up the writing
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 12:53:47 AM): I'm not sure. I really want the creation chapter to work. It's our backbone.
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:54:03 AM): just let me know...and dont stress over it
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:54:12 AM): then lets work it
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 12:54:16 AM): Thanks man
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:54:32 AM): i m in it for the fun these days
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:54:49 AM): most of the asshole in me has died these days
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 12:55:00 AM): You were never an asshole to me
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:55:02 AM): if it aint fun i'm done
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:55:08 AM): i think i was
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 12:57:05 AM): I hope you think this stuff is fun because it's an important project to me.
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:58:28 AM): it is amazing god fun
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:58:31 AM): good
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 12:58:35 AM): OH!
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 12:58:38 AM): I have an idea
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 12:59:03 AM): holograph
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 12:59:10 AM): What if instead of the masks story being told in a vacuum we have an old man telling the creation story to some kids
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 12:59:14 AM): or something like that
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:00:26 AM): that would bring it to life
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:00:38 AM): But then there are alot of questions to answer
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:00:52 AM): What era is the story? Who is telling it? How does he know?
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:01:25 AM): sure but allot of that can be left open ended to the interpretation of the reader
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:04:57 AM): i can totally see an unrelated chapter open then close and be loosely hinged to the creation myth then in another chapter go full on into ...this is how we came to be...
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:06:00 AM): hmm
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:06:18 AM): for instance
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:07:05 AM): siren i am tired of fighting in the god forsaken war...why the hell are we here anyway...she throws water on him slapps him around a bit and then goes into the masks
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:07:17 AM): silly example but it intoduces dialouge
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:07:30 AM): dynamism
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:08:57 AM): thinking
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:09:13 AM): galactic chakras
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:09:36 AM): btw stay away from anything remotely connected to 2012
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:09:45 AM): ha why is that?
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:10:05 AM): it is getting way over done...
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:10:14 AM): oh yeah obviously
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:10:39 AM): the closer it gets the more acute and asinine it will become...barney the dinosaur will be welcomed back
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:10:54 AM): :P
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:11:59 AM): you know on a very simple level that just came to me is that the story so far lacks nouns
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:12:07 AM): we have masks
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:12:14 AM): obolisk
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:12:17 AM): sp
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:12:39 AM): Yeah no doubt
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:12:54 AM): i dont know why i am just now realizing this
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:13:10 AM): i get caught up in the flow of it and it rocks
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:13:17 AM): i just forget about the nouns
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:13:20 AM): now i want nouns
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:13:25 AM): Me too
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:13:25 AM): anywho
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:13:50 AM): does anyone fall in love
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:13:57 AM): is anyone murdered
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:14:34 AM): does an egyptian pharoh get cloned and groomed to assassinane obama
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:14:49 AM): lol
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:15:30 AM): a thought
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:16:23 AM): if we meld the chrome and the ind we have 7 or so chapters...odds are while writing the whole it would be to large when completed and we could extract the creation at the end
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:16:40 AM): not as dificult as it may sound
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:16:56 AM): the other day i asked you about liniages
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:17:05 AM): who comes from whom
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:17:15 AM): Yeah
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:17:31 AM): if we know how they act the characters would virtually write themselves
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:17:36 AM): just rambling
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:17:53 AM): THe diagram tells you
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:18:11 AM): exactly
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:18:32 AM): i wrote the chrome to get back to the ind
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:18:44 AM): really? that's cool
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:18:58 AM): graven
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:19:22 AM): remember that name
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:19:26 AM): Yeah I do
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:19:28 AM): i think that was your idea
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:19:38 AM): Yeah I think that name was
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:19:50 AM): great name
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:20:41 AM): I think we should have a pirate on whom the shadow crow perches
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:21:22 AM): arrrggg
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:21:28 AM): It's wooden leg could be the timeline!
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:23:39 AM): Would it be blasphemous to put 'In the beginning' at the start of him telling the masks story?
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:24:13 AM): no that is not balsphemous...its dmn funny though
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:24:18 AM): damn
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:25:10 AM): In the beginning the creator saw a the vast ocean of eternity, it's silver waters hypnotizing to the eye.
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:25:19 AM): rambling
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:25:24 AM): visually what if the masks were raised high above like the big staues in lots on the river in 2
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:26:02 AM): far above but still visible from the ground and revered but not understood
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:26:17 AM): i have a tie in to the chrome
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:26:21 AM): That could be cool
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:27:05 AM): One thing I don't like is the masks talking...
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:27:10 AM): I thought about it
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:27:12 AM): first off the chrome's main feature is to travel through time and space to find the greatest weapons ever created and used to bring back to the great war
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:27:15 AM): It takes away their mystique
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:28:04 AM): what if the masks and the knowledge of them was the greatest weapon and finally the war would be over...it would reach the ind
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:28:31 AM): in the ind you would finally know the beginning
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:28:55 AM): in essence with this perspective you have writting the last chapter first
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:29:11 AM): which would explain how backwards most true artist are
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:29:24 AM): thats a compliment and not a slam
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:29:26 AM): btw
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:29:39 AM): I like the idea but I am unfamiliar with all the work you did on the Chrome.
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:29:48 AM): its just a thought
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:30:04 AM): and yes...no talking masks
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:30:10 AM): Glad you agree\
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:30:28 AM): It makes it seem like Clash of the Titans or something
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:32:52 AM): Coggin and Goethe walk into the night together their faces glowing from the clyreum from the secatia trees. The dark, moist-hot air of Disiderata did not possess a burdensome sentiment on this night; it was rather fluid and rejuvenating. The porcine burlesque trees swayed back and forth with the intent to partake in the city’s festivities. Goethe’s home is deep within the city in a catacomb type structure of modest first glance, it is a curvilinear imperfect dome type dwelling, very thick and green. There is a covering of large leaves that are sewn together in random fashion on top of several adjoining cylindrical cones to make a conglomerate shape that resembles the composite eye of an insect. The leaves that fashion the pieces together are garnered from the secatia trees that a
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:33:47 AM): I remember that before, that's from the festival stuff right?
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:34:04 AM): ooh my i just found some of our really old notes and conversations
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:34:12 AM): i think so
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:34:41 AM): One thing I think you and I have a problem with
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:34:55 AM): yes
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:35:12 AM): Too much description and not enough movement. Description kinda makes things static if you aren't careful
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:35:23 AM): Know what I mean?
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:35:27 AM): yes
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:35:53 AM): in my latest writings there is tons of action...
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:36:21 AM): the opening scen is a blast fuck shoot out with blood and death everywhere
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:36:31 AM): haha
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:36:52 AM): did you read chapter one of the chrome?
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:37:41 AM): I skimmed it but I haven't read it yet. I will do so either tonight or tomorrow.
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:38:09 AM): I read a chapter that was posted or something all the way through
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:39:01 AM): Do you have a link to your most recent revision?
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:39:33 AM): www.thechromenovel.com
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:39:46 AM): let me tell you this though
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:39:58 AM): ?
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:40:25 AM): i dont want to merge the 2 for the sake of merging them...its just a thought...the ind is more than strong enough to stand on its own
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:40:36 AM): alrighty
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:41:36 AM): i just found a 250 page document of our conversations from 2004
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:41:40 AM): wow
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:41:45 AM): haha
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:42:40 AM): something i have learned while writing the chrome
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:44:43 AM): as soon as i found the mechanism for motion it literally writes itself
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:44:59 AM): Yeah I have a huge problem with static.
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:45:03 AM): it became more like a collage that
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:45:39 AM): gave me permission to put in all or any of my incomplete projects into
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:45:51 AM): its the threading that is so fun
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:45:58 AM): anywho
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:46:27 AM): Seems like it would be. Sucks to have any kind of wasted work.
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:46:58 AM): i think if we wait the device will pop up...until then descript away i love what you are doing
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:47:55 AM): Do you think writing so poetically as you do will hurt the ability to find an audience or help it? or is that not a thought?
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:49:16 AM): it isnt a huge concern...but i have learned how turn it into narration...after you read the chrome tell me if you still think its all poetry...
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:49:36 AM): I will. I try to be honest with you all the time.
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:49:45 AM): i know
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:50:25 AM): One thing I have noticed is I think the Chrome is overused
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:50:30 AM): Need synonyms
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:50:34 AM): or something
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:52:16 AM): Chrome was used over 80 times in these pages.
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:52:38 AM): sure...then again it may just be a place holder
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:52:46 AM): Yeah I figured as much
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:52:49 AM): gotcha
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:53:41 AM): Ok I have a project for you.
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:54:18 AM): k
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:54:29 AM): Write chapter 1 in the same way only using moderate levels of description and from the viewpoint of an old man who knows exactly what happened
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:54:56 AM): We can add later when the old man is alive etc.
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:55:03 AM): same way as what? the chrome
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:55:17 AM): No I didn't mean same way sorry. Let me reword that
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:56:04 AM): Write chapter 1 using what I wrote about the masks through the viewpoint of an old man, and how an old man would describe it to an audience
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:56:28 AM): Tough task I know but I don't know that I can do it.
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:58:37 AM): before we force a rewrite lets give it a few days to see what other ideas stand out
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:58:48 AM): Ok sounds good
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 1:59:07 AM): i found your old RPG notes
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 1:59:20 AM): Yeah I really wish we could make that game
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 2:03:52 AM): This project is so ambitious. I mean normal people start off with something less obtuse
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 2:04:47 AM): normal is for suckers
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 2:05:12 AM): haha
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 2:05:39 AM): I wanna be rich. That way I can just create the rest of my life.
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 2:05:43 AM): That would be nice.
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 2:05:57 AM): hmm
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 2:08:23 AM): So I can't decide how to finish my painting now
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 2:09:09 AM): so close
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 2:10:36 AM): You see the new pics?
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 2:11:00 AM): where are they fb?
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 2:11:08 AM): yeah
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 2:11:15 AM): where did the artifact come from?
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 2:11:30 AM): what if the artifact was the mechanism
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 2:11:44 AM): he records it
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 2:11:54 AM): The artifact is the union of runic and technology
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 2:12:31 AM): purgatory one of its methods is a time traveling zombie
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 2:12:34 AM): super fun
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 2:12:55 AM): haha
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 2:14:10 AM): oh and check this his name is
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 2:14:15 AM): The Time Zombie
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 2:14:19 AM): lol
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 2:14:26 AM): original
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 2:15:04 AM): it is so simple and childlike in its creation that it is profound...simple...and badass all at the same time
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 2:17:50 AM): How long are you going to be in Austin?
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 2:18:36 AM): if my friend isnt well by morning we may not go...but if we do i will be there unti l sunday night
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 2:19:21 AM): alrighty
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 2:22:42 AM): What do you do in Austin anyway?
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 2:23:18 AM): i have friends there...we are really going to has out where we are on purgatory
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 2:23:36 AM): Cool
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 2:24:42 AM): its a bizzaro cool project...want to check out the writing?
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 2:24:53 AM): The one I am working on is called
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 2:25:01 AM): I am Devil Bird
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 2:25:07 AM): sure
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 2:26:47 AM): sent to cagedmind0531@yahoo.com
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 2:28:09 AM): i am headed to bed homey...
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 2:28:20 AM): good brainstorming with you...like old times
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 2:28:27 AM): for sure
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 2:28:29 AM): alrighty man, keep safe this weekend
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 2:28:34 AM): u2
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 2:28:37 AM): f out
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 3:37:07 PM): How goes dude
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 4:48:13 PM): Just woke up...lazy day...austin was cancelled...my friend got to my house a was sick...bad sick with ffo poisoning...
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 4:48:39 PM): Dude do you have a sec? I wrote something and need an opinion
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 4:49:27 PM): Yes
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 4:49:37 PM): Posting to the site
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 4:50:01 PM): K...will get on now
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 4:54:01 PM): thats badass ..By the hells it burns!...me likes...
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 4:54:40 PM): So I'm thinking this is how the shard is found and ultimately he will be an old man who slams the shard into his sons eye, and so on etc.
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 4:55:48 PM): this is very unique...
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 4:55:54 PM): In a good way?
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 4:56:30 PM): yes in a good way...its like an indian lore story
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 4:56:54 PM): lone wolf dancing flame eye speaks
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 4:57:00 PM): Ok I can write the events and so on but I am going to need you to go back and add dialogue because it's not something I am good at.
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 4:57:19 PM): consider it done
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 4:57:57 PM): So you think this can be the vessel we were talking about? I definitely feel a movement forward now.
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 4:58:14 PM): if you can just put (add dialouge here) in the text i will go back and do it like you have done with the visuals
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 4:58:29 PM): Sounds good
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 4:59:04 PM): so the shard makes him a seer or what is it going to do to him
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 4:59:38 PM): It's going to grant him visions. By the way he is a rune being...which is going to have to be worked out somehow.
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 5:00:17 PM): Maybe the eye can grant him the power to see the runes in everything
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 5:00:53 PM): thats fine and yes if he holds the vision than he can narrate...thats it forward motion...
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 5:02:47 PM): i gotta run for a bit...wil be back on later
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 5:02:52 PM): alrighty man
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 5:03:26 PM): peace
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 5:03:39 PM): Message me when you get back on
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 5:03:45 PM): k
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 6:59:38 PM): Phatom Gaia
Xerxes Box
Four dark masks
Chained to rock
Crow flies by
Shard comes from sky
Graven full of prophet doom
Runes advance
tribes no longer bow to moon
Siren embedded far in time distant
Phantom Gaia
Xerxes Box
The IND
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:00:10 PM): Interesting..I like it.
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 7:02:38 PM): just dooding
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:02:45 PM): You back?
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 7:02:49 PM): yup
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:05:29 PM): I'm real excited about this new idea but I don't know how to mark him as an ether being and not human. At what point do I make that aparent.
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:05:34 PM): apparent*
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:05:55 PM): At one point he sees his reflection. I was thinking that might work
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 7:05:59 PM): keep in vague for now
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 7:06:07 PM): perfect
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:06:26 PM): Let me post what I have. I wrote some more. Has a bit of dialogue
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 7:06:37 PM): k
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:07:11 PM): Posted
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 7:16:09 PM): looks like we have our vector and one hell of an opening...the seer works great for movement...
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:16:50 PM): I think we could make Graven the last manaform[runic guy] before Gaia
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 7:18:45 PM): k
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 7:19:22 PM): the flame from the sky lends itself to a story told in the future about the past too...like a legend
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 7:19:39 PM): lots of versitility with visuals and narrative
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:20:32 PM): I can see how it can evolve from here but how do we tell about the history of the runic guys when that's the era where the story takes place
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:23:09 PM): Graven could be a biology teacher :p
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 7:23:26 PM): we can switch vectors when the time comes...another event can lead to another having insight into another area...not the same insights as Graven but enough to tell things about the runic from a third party...
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 7:23:36 PM): lol
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:25:11 PM): Graven can be around for a long time because if the ether guys live till they have no purpose...
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:25:22 PM): Graven will have a purpose for a long time if he has the shard
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 7:25:41 PM): sweet...and the shard..is that Fracture?
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 7:25:48 PM): a peice of Fracture
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:25:54 PM): It's a part of the chain that held fracture
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 7:25:58 PM): k
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 7:26:10 PM): molten mercury...
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:26:22 PM): But because it's part of what the creator made, it has alot of his memories as well
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 7:26:50 PM): morphic resonance...dig
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:27:01 PM): resonance, I like that word
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 7:28:45 PM): youtube rupert sheldrake...he talks about things and events having memory...he coined morphic resonance
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 7:28:49 PM): neat guy
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:29:53 PM): So at some point graven will start seeing the runes inherent in all things and then I will incorporate and splice the story I wrote about him
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 7:30:48 PM): nice work Jason
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:31:10 PM): Thanks. Been wracking my brain past few days. I was kind of upset. Lost direction
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:32:32 PM): "They walk next to the silent Soliton in someway creating as their creator himself also creates in some sort of mimicry shadow dance. "
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:32:46 PM): That is really perfect for the book
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 7:33:04 PM): use it
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:33:30 PM): You write in so many metaphors man. It's so beautiful but it's kind of hard to follow
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 7:35:42 PM): yeah that was a poem...i can write straight to
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 7:35:44 PM): too
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 7:35:48 PM): :)
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:36:03 PM): Oh I didn't realize it was supposed to be a poem. I thought it was a narrative.
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:36:08 PM): That makes alot more sense
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:36:46 PM): You are a crazy good poet. Where the hell you get these images you describe I will never know
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 7:36:52 PM): one way i write is in poem format...then i come back and flesh out whatever story i am working on
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 7:37:08 PM): the metaphors for me are like a common denominator in math
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 7:37:29 PM): i come back and do the long formula when i am ready for that particular piece
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:37:36 PM): I see
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 7:37:42 PM): thanks
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:38:33 PM): I will be busy the next two days or so. You interested in doing some writing?
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 7:38:59 PM): yes
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:39:55 PM): So those initial two pages need to be continued and I don't want it as poetic as we made the masks story. I want it tangible.
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:40:16 PM): We need a clear story that uses the masks as poetic interlude
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:41:22 PM): It needs to be about Graven starting to see runes and when he dreams randomly go to chapter 1 about the masks and splice what is appropriate.
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 7:41:41 PM): ok
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:42:21 PM): I'd like to use alot of Chapter one but honestly that was yesterday and I understand alot of it is now hash work that was done to get to this
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:42:22 PM): point
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 7:43:43 PM): hash work?
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:44:04 PM): Work done in the past to build up to where we are now
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:44:10 PM): Hashing things out so to speak
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 7:44:38 PM): k
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:45:30 PM): I'm excited. This is the closest we have come to being accessible to the average reader.
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:45:41 PM): As far as the Ind is concerned
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 7:46:10 PM): by the time we are through it will be condesnsed and completely accessible
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 7:46:27 PM): i am done with being intentionally vauge
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 7:46:40 PM): i am glad you bring out the accessable part
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:47:24 PM): I think this is why we work well together.
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 7:47:52 PM): indeed
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:48:48 PM): lol I looked up the word 'hash' to make sure I was using it write and this is a sentence for one of the definitions
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:48:56 PM): Her blunt reply really settled my hash.
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:48:57 PM): rofl
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:49:08 PM): right*
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:50:04 PM): Those silly dictionary people
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 7:51:13 PM): lol
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 7:51:23 PM): burn em at tha stake
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 7:51:53 PM): what do you think about when you hear the word order?
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:52:05 PM): hmmm
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:53:04 PM): I don't know really. I think of like the Freemasons or Templars...you know like an order
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:53:12 PM): But that's not the definition we are working with
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:53:50 PM): oooh!
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:53:54 PM): a command of a court or judge.
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:53:58 PM): a judge...hmmm
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:54:11 PM): looking at the definitions
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:55:07 PM): Order is probably the hardest one in my opinion
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:55:19 PM): To draw
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 7:56:31 PM): i am drawing it now
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 7:56:33 PM): :)
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:56:41 PM): What do you have in mind?
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:57:25 PM): organized is one meaning
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 7:58:02 PM): soi have the face drawn in a half mask from a frontal view but i have not decorated the mask
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:58:02 PM): control, rightness, uprightness
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:58:21 PM): Cool
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:58:32 PM): Eventually we will need a front view of all the masks
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 7:58:36 PM): i am using joseph stalin as my model
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:58:39 PM): For the paintings I will do
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 7:58:43 PM): early 20's stalin
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:58:49 PM): haha
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 7:58:57 PM): right
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 7:59:38 PM): I can 'try' to take your drawings and do a frontal view but it's gonna be tough from a profile.I can certainly try though.
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 8:01:37 PM): OOOH! I found a good mask template
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 8:01:39 PM): keep this in mind...we dont need to try to match styles on the art... i think the writing need cohesion but go nuts with the art...make whatever the hell you feel like and we will put it in somewhere...when we try to make things a certain way...i get stifled
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 8:02:00 PM): That sounds great
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 8:02:09 PM): the first mask was a bit of an anolmoly
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 8:02:12 PM): sp
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 8:02:25 PM): i had no idea it was going to come out that way
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 8:02:33 PM): http://www.nfvproducts.com/images/SiLucia/Full%20%20Face%20Mardi%20Gras.jpg
Start Photo Sharing
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 8:02:40 PM): i can not with sanity match that with everything i do
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 8:02:57 PM): I understand
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 8:03:06 PM): i think that is why i havent drawn much since that one...actually i have it just doesnt compare
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 8:03:56 PM): sweet...i have a ton of those masks i am using
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 8:04:19 PM): google image gil bruvel
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 8:04:42 PM): Cool
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 8:07:27 PM): oh wow...i think I found a possible order i have already created...
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 8:07:33 PM): will post in a sec
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 8:07:35 PM): k
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 8:08:57 PM): i made this for purgatory but decided not to use it there...
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 8:09:07 PM): k
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 8:09:16 PM): posted
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 8:09:26 PM): I see it. It's real fuzzy
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 8:10:02 PM): keep in mind we will need many and various images
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 8:10:09 PM): True
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 8:10:23 PM): i dont believe this is THE order or it could be another bur an order
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 8:11:18 PM): i will leave it in the bank as a potential for down the road...btw if you are ever reviewing the temp blog...delete whatever is distracting or doesnt need to be there
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 8:11:58 PM): i will just throw things on it from time to time when i am thinking about the ind
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 8:12:25 PM): but i am not attached to any theng on the temp blog...i am only concerned with talking about the permanent blog
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 8:13:17 PM): Alrighty. I just keep everything up there in case I need some inspiration
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 8:13:28 PM): k
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 8:17:17 PM): btw I finally figured out how to finish my painting thanks to you
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 8:17:31 PM): What you said about keeping more then 1 project going.
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 8:17:44 PM): I got stumped so I started writing then it hit me how to finish the painting
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 8:18:10 PM): cool...
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 8:19:57 PM): I think using the moon for entropy and the sun for order will work great
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 8:20:03 PM): just an idea
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 8:21:07 PM): For the decorations on each
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 8:21:54 PM): hmmm
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 8:22:33 PM): or just shapes in general
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 8:23:46 PM): i am getting somewhere with order...will post what i have
cagedmind0531 (1/23/2010 8:32:37 PM): Gotta go for now. Keep safe dude.
forrestjones2010 (1/23/2010 8:33:00 PM): k..nite
forrestjones2010 (1/24/2010 12:19:16 AM): yahoo erased our last conversation...do you know how to retrieve history?
forrestjones2010 (1/24/2010 12:19:30 AM): if not message me with what you wanted me to write
forrestjones2010 (1/24/2010 12:19:36 AM): catch you later
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cagedmind0531 (1/24/2010 12:42:08 AM): So those initial two pages need to be continued and I don't want it as poetic as we made the masks story. I want it tangible
cagedmind0531 (1/24/2010 12:42:29 AM): We need a clear story that uses the masks as poetic interlude
cagedmind0531 (1/24/2010 12:42:31 AM): It needs to be about Graven starting to see runes and when he dreams randomly go to chapter 1 about the masks and splice what is appropriate.
forrestjones2010 (1/24/2010 12:42:47 AM): Thanks
cagedmind0531 (1/24/2010 12:42:50 AM): Np bob
forrestjones2010 (1/24/2010 12:45:45 AM): Got it...if you are able will you post our last whole connversation to blogn
Last message received on 1/24 at 12:45 AM
cagedmind0531 (1/24/2010 12:49:41 AM): I'll post it tomorrow good sir. Going to bed for now. Not sure how to copy it all, I'll have to tinker with it.
i am writing on the story
cagedmind0531
Cool beans
forrestjones2010
i have Tearan and Corrin making a stretcher to take Grave to Iboga, the medicine man near the fringe of the village
cagedmind0531
Stretcher huh...need to write that's he's too dizzy to walk or something then
Then again he does keep passing out
forrestjones2010
got it covered
cagedmind0531
Cool
forrestjones2010
After this near collapse into the river Taeran calls back to the other men for help to carry Graven to Iboga, the medicine man, of the village. It is night and the medicine man resides just outside the perimeter of the village where he plies his wares as magician and judge to the tribe. Corrin take Mach and get a stretcher and supplies for the trek to Iboga's; and Corrin, he pauses for a moment, get my bow. Taeran, what do you need the bow for? There is no time to explain just grab the bow.
A stretcher is made from the discarded limbs of the forest strong and secure to carry Graven from the center of the village to the medicine man's domain in the event that he is unconsious the whole way. Twenty minutes go by and the crew is now ready to depart for the journey.
cagedmind0531
Cool. So far I like
forrestjones2010
i just started so thats all i gots
cagedmind0531
Do you remember how I described runic beings/plants?
forrestjones2010
be thinking about what Graven wants...his deep motivations and desires
refresh me if you have time
cagedmind0531
Basically they have tough skin and are covered with veins of like a red lava. They die when their purpose fades. THey could have 3 fingers
Not sure about that though
forrestjones2010
btw all the new names i make up are jus place holders
cagedmind0531
Oh they seem good so far.
forrestjones2010
k
something strange
ch 2 of the chrome the main character has his eyes burned out and gets enhanced vision...
no joke...
cagedmind0531
ha, that's crazy
I read that by the way but I didn't quite follow it all.
forrestjones2010
i go into 3 paragraphs or so how an operation has to be performed
cagedmind0531
Yeah I remember that
forrestjones2010
you read that? where i havent posted chapter 2 yet
cagedmind0531
Oh I meant chapter 1. There was something about chrome being poored over someone
I figured that was what you meant.
forrestjones2010
no bother i thought that was just wicked strange
cagedmind0531
Isn't chrome poored onto someone in chapter 1? or did I totally misread that
forrestjones2010
i would have to reread to say for sure...its kind of a long ch
cagedmind0531
oh well if even you don't know then I don't feel so bad lol
Did you get a study of Order drawn?
forrestjones2010
the med. man can be used to explain how his body works
cagedmind0531
oooh good call
forrestjones2010
i posted a few sketches of various things
cagedmind0531
Maybe they think his purpose is fading...but in reality he is being swarmed with it
forrestjones2010
none of them have soul so i am still searching
i love the word swarm
cagedmind0531
Down the line the 'ether' that is his blood turns blue instead of red.
forrestjones2010
and the others stay red?
cagedmind0531
yes for now
forrestjones2010
k
cagedmind0531
It goes from red to purple to blue
forrestjones2010
does it change color as they loose their purpose?
cagedmind0531
No. It just starts to fade
forrestjones2010
k
cagedmind0531
Maybe they see blue flecs in it when they examine him
I'm not sure what level of tech they should have, I haven't thought about it.
forrestjones2010
i am thinking amazonian shaman plants for medicines sticks bows axes
no guns
cagedmind0531
Maybe describing some makeshift microscope would be ok...not sure
I have some ideas for order btw. Working on a sketch in my spare time while beth is here.
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