A Descent From Normalcy

When I looked up, I saw the sky – And, the sky was falling. Glowing gold shards fell to the ground upon which I stood. What was left was both a hole and extensive fragmentation throughout the entirety of the night’s sky. It was as if the entire sky was a shell that had started to crack – and I had witnessed the first complete breakthrough. The sky was revealed to me as nothing more than a sheet of glass expanding across the horizon.

My state of disbelief only intensified on from this point. The spectacle taking place in front of my eyes had left me blissfully unaware of what lie beneath my averted gaze. For, when I looked down, I saw the tops of trees spanning the breadth of an entire forest. I felt as if I might fall. And then, I did.

As I fell, I gazed back towards the sky, which had started this whole strange journey, and I watched as more and more pieces fell. It was as if an egg was hatching from the outside in; the darkness of the egg’s interior was being consumed by the intense, fiery brightness of the light piercing through the shell’s outer walls. I remarked at how the integrity of the entire shell was compromised the moment the first flake fell. It was not the cracking of the shell that ultimately was causing it to crumble, for something can crack and remain intact; no, it was the moment the fragmented parts began to fall. In that instant, the shell was no longer a shell; its definition had fled the moment its form had. It had descended into something shapeless something decaying and falling into ruin and disarray.

For me, I could see its future. The trajectory of its fate was certain. The cascade of events which had been triggered allowed no prospects of the egg returning to its original state. Though it hadn’t happened yet, I could see it would happen by the signs of its movement.

I, on the other hand, was far less certain of my own future. I knew not why I fell, nor to where I was falling. It was a moment of relinquish, during which the two opposing sides of myself called for a ceasefire. My brain had agreed to quit sounding the danger alarm, because my mind’s reason had deemed the danger of the situation as insurmountable. As a result of surrendering to my fate, whatever it may be, I relaxed into warm, constant, supporting embrace of peace. My eyes closed, my lungs exhaled as if my soul was leaving along with my breath, and then, my entire body let go. My mind, my body, my very essence had yielded to my seemingly timeless descent. Then, out of the stillness and serenity of submission, came contact.

 

 

 

 

A Familiar Discomfort

The mind can be a prison of sorts. In some way, we are trapped. Our flesh contains us: our bones the bars, and our body the cell.

What do we do with the time that we are given? After all, how could you explain life without time? How can we desire to halt motion, for without motion, we are dead – existence is rooted in time.

And the importance of roots can never be stressed enough. We want good roots. Because we know we will need them to be sturdy in nature’s harsh winds.

We never face losing it all more than when we doubt the integrity of your roots. When you doubt the very thing that is holding you up, you begin to fear, with a swelling intensity, that you might fall. It’s impossible to be certain of anything without the confirmation of the persistent, function, soothing sound of your roots.

What sound you ask. . . the sound of life: the ebb and the flow; the expansion and the contraction; the on and the off.

Yet, more often than not we spend our lives flickering, never holding a light. Flickering light is better than no light at all, but it is far inferior than true light. For flickering lights still allow the way for darkness, but, when something is truly seen, one cannot fear.

When light shows somethings’s true colors, it cannot be unseen. For there are those that experience color and then there are those that experience art.

Session: 3

I vacillate between apathy and emotion like the seasons flux from winter to summer. When I feel, I feel. And, when I don’t, I don’t. Neither is truly painful or inherently distressing. The times of apathy simple give my emotions a context.

When you’re feeling apathetic, you see the world for what it truly is. You don’t sugar-coat the facts of the world to make existence easier. You see things from uncaring and impassive eyes that don’t even care enough to want to distort reality into your own liking. Apathy transcends like and dislike and leaves you in a place of isness. This is a place stripped away from labels and judgments of liking, loving, hating, wanting, craving none of these aspects play a role; their values are set at zero. Instead, you just observe the characteristics of whatever it is you are gazing upon or thinking about. You do so in a neutral manner because everything in life is devoid of feeling when truly consumed by apathy.

I do not know if I believe that apathy consumes you in the same way a fire would. It’s more that the apathy is always their and in the cold winter seasons of emotion numbness, it isn’t the apathy that takes over, but the disillusioned self and worldview that leaves.

Session: 1

I can think of all sorts of scenarios: good ones, bad ones, those that are different – but none of them have ever truly manifested. The imaginative plane never comes out exactly on the experiential plane. This discrepancy is what makes life interesting. No matter how well we can predict what will happen. The true depth of the actual sensory-perceived experience will never be the exact same as the mental construction.

We run these simulations all the time in our heads, playing out scenarios while implementing the most up to date knowledge and use of your current mental software to analyze and judge a scenario based on some specific criterion.

The Self and The Universe

“Eyes see and ears hear as wind blows and water flows. All space becomes your mind. Time carries you along like a river, but never flows out of the present: the more it goes, the more it stays, and you no longer have to fight or kill it.”

-Alan Watts The Book: On The Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are

The Choice of Becoming

Self-awareness is the root of unpreparedness.
Filling with bliss while ignoring its ignorance.

Prior aggression transform into present regressions.
All coinciding with expressions of life lessons.

Sighs in time, double as words spoken between lines.
Dictated by the tongue,
syllables attempt to confine.

Through societal transgressions,
we perceive our message:
To stay,
or to hope,
or to metamorphose into ghosts.

Life awaits those, who choose to seek the most.

 

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The Rose Warrior: Aurora Warriors

The goal of the warriors was to prevent consciousness from being hacked. This  was the new form of warfare. Instead of killing each other, Ferna found that he could hack into the minds of our people while he was in the Aurora plane.

He presented ideas that were not their own, but rather ideas he conjured up. He tampered with their memories and dreams so that he was sure he would produce something the individual could not resist, and instead sympathize with. These false memories were in direct alignment with Ferna’s ideology and his doctrine of how the universe was and should continue to be; he saw no middle ground. He operated on an ‘all or nothing ‘principle: they were either with him or against him.

Since he had made the first move on the Aurora plane, we have forever been playing defense, more so than offense. Our warriors could only enter the field by placing themselves in these artificial pods where they were strapped down. The restraints were for their safety…well, and the others tasked on monitoring their vital signs.

You see, once strapped into the pod, they were injected with the poisonous dose of Roodio to help them ascend to the Aurora plane. Of course, the initial step was the plunge where they pop from their physical body into their vaporized energy form. Once this transition occurs, their physical body is left in a delirious and half dreamlike state. For all practical purposes, this means anything goes. Some Aurora Warriors are quiet peaceful and are like Ferna who seem as if they are merely sleeping. While others, behave as if they are acting out a night-terror, which can be dangerous.

If their physical body is injured or tampered with, it can affect how they are able to perform on the Aurora plane. And what that means is they might fall prey to Ferna, who is the tempter for all those on the Aurora plane. He is the master of the plane and he knows it better than anyone. Moreover, his sole goal is to convert others into his puppets. Everyone is at risk of being converted because he can come at any time, but those who are most susceptible are the Warriors who are also on the plane with him. Think of them as being naked and exposed for all that they are. All their secrets of self and past histories are open to Ferna, and he can use them in the most clever of ways to trick them into believing in him.

Of course, to become a Warrior, there is a rigorous training process and only a select few are even considered for The Aurora Battle Academy.