《Questions and Queries: A Collection of Writings & Scribery》 Vol. I - Short Stories & Prose Return of the Past Have you ever wondered where we are? A place between light, where time slips away The only signs are seen in grey, showing life eternally. The days are shown through yesterday''s light Leaving hope and eternal strife, through fading skies We''ve been shown through tales of the past Look to the stars as our journey begins The return of the past saves our light Showing us truth and giving us life We only need time to give us place To sing with stars and behold our lives Kaleidoscope The deafening silence was of white noise It brought both light and matter closer... Closer than ever before it was not by choice This utterance of sound that comes and goes It brings life meaning that none would ever see It was no coincidence that even silence flows Peering through the kaleidoscope in twilight Seeing the blend of colors putting on the robe There is more to us this never ending dark night Showing its clarity even in dying moments of hope As we pass through glories of ever weaning peace We come to understand something in the deafening The kaleidoscope shows us what we all should taste This everlasting silence that we all must share fate Holding on so dearly that we must never release We come to feel or see that our light never fades Peering at the hourglass our sights are in focus Holding on so dearly for an ever gotten frenzy Our eyes filled with blindness only viewing solace The twisting darkness pulls us into long lost envy. Ascended Beings It was a place in a future where the planet was dying. A city that was one of the few refuges left for humanity. A man looking for a new life in such a dreaded wasteland. He was one of the blessed capable of using ascension powers though they were dormant and he knew nothing about it. The man was waiting in line at the makeshift quartermaster''s desk, it was placed inside an abandoned skyscraper that was repurposed for handing out job postings and registration. It was not long before he was next to be served. This man was from a line of fishermen and asked for a license to fish even though it was a dying trade in times such as this. The quartermaster shrugged his shoulders and wrote up an issued license for fishing. The man gave the quartermaster his information as he finished his registration. He was given a satchel of goods that was tied in a nice package inside a woolen blanket. The quartermaster thanked him for his time and the man paid him fairly in coin and ration tickets. The man picked up his new found belongings and headed off into the building. The section of wall behind the quartermaster was ripped open and was exposed to the outside. There was a make shift railing to help prevent anyone from falling. The weather had become temperate and warm due to the drastic change from the last war of resources, which continued to rage on, but not in this place. Where people organized their own enclave and created a somewhat stable commune. The view from the opening was spectacular and the breeze made it comfortable. The man continued on heading out into the city. Passing by a market he was asked to help set up a lunch room for the orphans and refugees. He agreed to help and was promised a meal for his efforts. It did not take long as there was several volunteers helping out. He sat at a table in the front of the lunch room and looked through his pack. It contained some basic materials required for survival in this wasteland such as some antibiotics, clothing, and a water skin. There was also a small switchblade for protection and for preparing any survival need such as gutting or carving. The free meal was not fancy and only consisted of a chili and bread with a bottle of water to fill the belly and quench the thirst. The man soon finished his meal and packed up his things and moved on looking for a place to stay for a while and sleep if need be. After some time of wandering the streets he came upon a run down building only a few storeys high. The place was housing a small group of about 30-40 people. There was a mix matched kitchen on the main floor and several rooms in the above floors. On the second floor there was a cleared space that became a gym with no more than a small weight bench and some rattled practice dummies. The man checked in at the counter and asked for a room. He asked if there was a limit to how long he had to stay in case it was only temporary. The clerk replied saying it did not matter as long as you pulled your weight when needed or asked. Also there was one requirement which was attend a fitness class to keep a position as a permanent resident. The man agreed and offered the last of his coin to the clerk to reserve a room with. In moments the man had become registered as a permanent resident and was given the schedule for the fitness class. Heading up the stairs to the 4th floor into the 8th room at the back of the building. There was no keys as most rooms were shared equally and only locked from the inside. The man knocked on the door and turned the doorknob opening the door to an empty room with 2 small cots placed at the back of the room on opposite sides of the room. The man took the cot on the left and placed his items at the top of the bed. He laid down and soon fell into sleep dreaming of days gone by and of days to come... On the Mountain Path On the mountain path we set our sights on the horizon Seeing our journey as we travel across the spine of rock Making a city of mountains showing us the natural order Holding onto life as it grips and stretches along its sides Still we have passage as the earth opens and winds around Keeping close to home yet flawless and reaching foreword Setting us abound looking for its treasures holding onto home Now we seek its guidance as we turn its frown hoping for forgiveness in leading us back home. Castlewater - Rebellion for Pure Waters The Island House: "I, the maiden of the Island House, given the key to the oceans that lay beyond the sea. My only home in Riverside Island - Lakeview was on the precipice of fresh water and pure water. The last reservoirs in our region. This was not a time to be split on decisions as the future of our homes were in danger. I was given charge of the world beyond with the keys to the sea." The Island House was sanctuary for this faire maiden. It has held court with both Riverside and Lakeview. We have our own complications to deal with now that the deepest fresh water was losing its walls. The pure mountain rivers poured down into its hidden lake bed. Riverside was old and began to lose their mind. Showing their efforts to the maiden''s keen eye. It was deplorable. The maiden''s mind longed for Lakeview. We bid thee allo. "Faire thee well Seashore Commodore, I bid thee bonjour, for life is but a fleeting moment. Please share in my time here, as I make new welcoming to our bounty." The maiden spoke fairly of the Commodore. The Commodore became accustomed to the maiden''s doors, "I Ms. Island House was seeking to keep good efforts to the land of Riverside Island Lakeview. "The lands of pure mountain springs now belonged to me." The Commodore spoke well of Ms. Island House and knew not of Riverside''s accident. "Please share thyne wisdom and welcome to Riverside Island Lakeview. I, Ms. Island House, maiden of the Manor, shall speak plainly with Seashore Commodore. May thyne health be good and thine souvenir be a welcome one. I have retained the pure fresh waters of Riverside Island Lakeview in good wealth. Please let me retain the keys to the seas beyond the ocean. I bid thee adieu." Riverside Castle: Waiting on word from Ms. Island House of her adventure to the land by a lake of freshwater. Holding onto pure mountain springs, the river flowed into the lake. Ms. Island House had a charm about her place and it always kept us in mystery. There was little time to connect with the other side it only showed us its lies. On this Riverside Castle our home of long standing, opening a new door to the maiden of the sea, from Island House where all can see. Just beyond its doors sits another in Lakeview, un saboteur. Sitting in halls of stone at Riverside Castle conjuring words of thought, a visit from the Islander who restored my soul. For whom the bell tolls I bid thee adieu. "Faire thee well Riverside Connoisseur, I bid thee bonjour, for life is but a fleeting moment. Please share in my time here, as I make new welcoming to our bounty." This was familiar and shared in its glory, Ms. Island House was here for our wealth. "We seek council with the men of the northern lands of pure mountain spring water, I come baring new from monsieur Lakeview and his Manor, our lives are intertwined with pure fresh water of our homes. Please share thyne wisdom and welcome to Riverside Island Lakeview. As Connoisseur of Riverside Castle, it shall be done the commune of wealth and freshwater, the pure mountain springs share in our health. I accept the fresh waters of Lakeview unto the fold of Riverside. What else is there to do my... sweet agony of agonies... my life... is adieu... Lakeview Manor: In a place beyond the ocean sitting in a seat of land separate from the sea at shores of a freshwater lake. Opens up for the first time to a river. Sitting inside land far from salt water, this collision of fate shares its shores. Stirring new life living deep beyond all measure. The pure river water connecting with fresh lake waters falling back into the sea. In this Lakeview Manor, stronger than any fort, stands on the precipice of a new connection sitting at the entrance to the sea, an Island House for all to see. Sharing in its glory with a Riverside Amie. Sitting in Lakeside Manor penning words to paper a visit from the Islander who saved my soul. Beyond all measure I bid thee adieu. "Faire thee well Lakeview monsieur, I bid thee allo, for life is but a fleeting moment. Please share in my time here, as I make new welcoming to our bounty." This was uncommon for it to be commonly shared, but Ms. Island House shared in our wealth. "We only seek commune for those of the inner lands of pure fresh water. I bring news from our comrade Riverside and his castle of stone, our lives are intertwined with the fresh pure water of our homes. Please share thyne wisdom and welcome to Riverside Island Lakeview." "As Lakeview Manor''s monsieur, I shall welcome all who wish to share in our health. Please send my regards to Riverside and his castle. Let him know that the freshwater Lakeview welcomes pure mountain rivers to our home. With regards to Island House and her key to the ocean, we are reasonable people. Super-Moon Rift Event Inside a labyrinth of corridors that opened up into rooms filled with objects inside an in-cased area. At the end of each corridor there were doors that could not be opened with mere strength of the body, not even the astral body could penetrate them. There was a word for opening doors that sounded like something out of Skyrim. But it was not of this world since there is no description that can fit its characteristics. I spoke the word with ease as if I knew it for centuries. The doors blasted opened and I progressed through each corridor. It was dark and hard to make out what was there. When i reached one of the rooms it was sectioned off by bookshelves that laid bare. I turned a corner and seen an entrance to a corridor barred off by something that only fits the description of an ogre. It was a hostile room. I had no problem with dealing forces of this realm as they simply ignored me or they would vaporize on the touch of my essence. There were others in this labyrinth but they did not know they were lost. Each creature that was vaporized left behind tools that fit descriptions known as weapons. There were several weapons from my memory i counted at least ten different ones. There was enough for two tools per person there that was lost, including me. The tools i wielded were a staff that was as tall as i was in this reality, and a knife like blade that was a little longer than the height of my hand. It had a small handle on it as if it was able to be attached to the end of my staff; but i kept it separate from it. There were Sais, and twin-blades that were given to two feminine spirits that were young in appearance. There was also a large mace that was like an overgrown bat that was given to an older masculine spirit and he took a wooden sword as well. There were other tools but my memory cannot recall what they were. Before i met up with the other lost souls, as I''ve dubbed them, i passed through several other corridors carrying all of these tools. After the experience in the first room i was able to discern that things were engulfed in darkness. But the darkness was always fleeting as i progressed through the labyrinth. I could see other beings watching me as if i was a laboratory rat experiment. I paid no attention to them. I was able to run on walls with ease and it shown me i was in control. As i blasted into another room, before meeting up with the lost souls, i hit a trap that let loose a massive sized boar chasing me down the previous corridors i was in. It chased me back to the first room, but as we entered the first room again, the beast was not violent towards me i simply moved out of its way gave it a calm look and the beast seemed relieved that i was not afraid of it, i guided towards the ogres position in front of an inaccessible corridor, the ogre paid no attention to the boar and let it through. The ogre looked at me with intent but did not move. I headed back down to the room where the boar trap was released. And found the last corridor before the lost souls. This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience. As i entered into the room where the lost souls were residing they were in darkness and were fearful of me. But with one word i spoke the room and the darkness dissipated and the lost souls became aware of their surroundings and noticed me not as a threat anymore. I gave out the tools they each were suited to. We took up positions in a circle as this room was much larger than the previous ones. There was a moment of silence as the room seemed to dim out and beings of the dark appeared to surround us. But it was nothing of worry. I gave one word and the lost souls were no longer lost. They were allies. We fended off the dark energies and were about to progress into the next corridor, when i was lifted from this space and put in front of a door with stairs in front of it. I simply spoke a word and it opened up into an inclined passage. It had a label to this passageway. It was called void-space. Something told me this is where 7 sages were banished to. I reached the end of the incline which was a dark n starry landscape and in front of me sat seven sages in an odd formation that seemed familiar. It was triangular in shape. The sage that was closest to me spoke..."you are a special being..." and when i replied, "that would explain why i am tired of the simian plane..." the sages disappeared and i was sent back to a field under the moon. A spirit guide took the form of an owl and as it landed in front of me it shape-shifted into a light-being. And the owl took shape from its arm and perched on its shoulder. After that the light-being dissipated in a flash of feathers and in the form of several owls. I was sent back to my body, not of my own will per-say, but i did not regret it either. I woke up... There was another dream that was the precursor to the previous one mentioned above. I was at work in a late summer afternoon. It was warm and i was outside most of the day. As i stepped into the lobby it was still of decent fill. I walked into the store but there was no interaction with people it seemed barren. I headed over to the office and had a conversation but there was no memory of it, simply that there was interaction. I headed back towards the lobby peering down isles to find literally no one there. I passed the courtesy desk and reached the exit of the lobby. I went outside and noticed there was an individual in the smoke shop that i did not recognize, talking with another person behind the counter. I walked in and nodded to the person behind the counter to say I''m here to relieve them for a break. I stepped in behind the counter and found that the other individual that was there almost followed me through behind the counter; i told them that they could not, but i recognized them. And then it was of no consequence. It stated that they had no need to be here since i was the relief for the other individual. There was another interaction that happened and then i stated they did not need to be here nor were they legally allowed there but that did not bother me. I simply stated fact of this reality. And the individual nodded and had another interaction with me and left the smoke shop. Then i sat down and began an introspection of myself and that is when the labyrinth dream happened... 2 levels deep... The Weapon Houses House of Weapons, each with its own history, all having only one purpose to fill. Protect or Serve the will of its function a whole new world of slaying. This is where legends live and heroes made, all for the purpose of saving one''s own life... One particular faction, House of Brutality is a faction of guilds that have a standard of the Brute strength and endurance wins the war. They have dedicated weapons from each guild holding their own select blade as the symbol of their diligence... Guild of Sworn Swords of simple duels and command strength to swords or blades of one or two hands for purpose and duty as a blade to serve and to protect... Many other factions consist of both magic and strength to many houses of weapons that only scratch the surface of a grandeur purpose simply for the sake of caring for one''s own life. To protect or to serve has always been the way for all these factions and keep life on target in order to bring order to chaos... The House of Casters live for knowledge and a keen understanding of the order of the universe that has been shared among all existence as Magic and Arcana. These groups of deep Truths and Secrets are stored in history and shared with delicacy. Holding a conduit such as staffs, for focus of high energy... Who would have thought such wisdoms as the elements and nature would bring us such knowledge as casting and conjuring... A school divided by status made up of long buildings all attached. The situation is dire split by Mental ailment, those of higher status are treated like slaves for their future depends on what they accomplished in this campus running year round. With little hidden pathways all through this ancient learning institution. The place is believed to be haunted and strange things on the regular... Storming the Castle The unending waves crash against the walls that saves High cliffs and deep bays keep privateers away... Men on foot, men at sea, riders dot the horizon skies... The calm before the storm fills the air, war creeps on... Hidden away in the keep, the Lord lays with the maid, Betrayal fills the halls... Whispers of riot shakes them all... The Lady of the Manor shivers and shutters waiting... Her cries are not heard but her resolve is at the door... The Man behind the door favours his Lady and her seed... for her line was strong and hearty, Honorable for all to see... they truly are loyal beyond belief... The fires were set and men at arms, ready to take over... The alarm sounded and torches lit, there was no going back... The man behind the door, was once more ready than his Lord... The Lady bid thanks and carried her child away, the man was far more cunning than the Lord could see, and lost all for his lady... The fires burn and the rioters churned, for their justice will soon be heard... They March in the street with no retreat and outnumber the Lord and his Hall... there was no escape and all traitors made, where none stood there was the Lord... Knives drawn, sharp and many, handed it to the end was nigh for the Lord and his Whore... ~-~ A man riding on horseback, carrying a weapon in hand. A katana so sharp, it needed its own name. Its name had always escaped his mind, a man of honor and joy. He never asked Senzokuren its name. Seeing his actions with it, only made him sane. This man of honor knew its purpose and only lived by its name. A samurai of standing, and of humble origins. The man held its purpose and lived by the blade. Only his peers among his actions, knew where it began. A life turned side-ways and held in shame. Forgotten among them as person and blade. He knew its source, and could picture its name, only to be shown rightness and held in fame. This samurai entered the castle only to be slain. Climbing up the staircase setting the gates aflame, this man of honor drew on his blade, as the ram progressed he helped others climb. Taking a ladder from behind their lines. Many soldiers would giver their lives in vain if only their commander could deal his final duty. A samurai gone Ronin doing his best for his land. Pushing onwards this man''s name will go down in flames. Though his conscience is clear he knew it was going strange.Reaching the top of the walls he could see his allies both pushing the advance while others lay in blood. He needed to keep composure as he continued on. Seeing the efforts of his resolve this man would become King. Reaching his wounded comrades this Ronin had few limits and made it known through valiant efforts, and in action. Charging onwards with sword in hand, this extension of his body and earned its name. Slicing the enemy before him the blade played magnificently. Setting its opponent the man followed through perfectly. Cutting his foe at the neck, severing the head.Samurai and his katana became stained in crimson red as the enemy began to retreat. Another fell side-ways with a cry of agony rushing through his mind. This Ronin had just cut him just above his hip. Within a moments notice the man had cut off his enemy''s head. Showing his efforts, this samurai had energized his men. They gave a glorious shout and rushed through the wall. Given the amount of progress, this man levelled his head. Dropping into bow stance, he readied his blade. As his men pushed on, this man leaped into action, surpassing his own men. Within a few short steps this samurai had stopped three of his attackers. Sending all to their ends, one had no legs, another no hands, and lastly the third simply cut in half.Long was the battle and little ground was gained. The enemy poured out from all directions with weapons in hand. This man harked his heralds and made a defensive stance. Accompanied by his allies this samurai gone Ronin earned their respect. With a coordinated effort these three fended off the attacks. All back to back, their blades flashed like lightning making little work of the other men. Though they held their ground, each suffered wounds. One severely injured, and another sorely bruised while the samurai suffered the most. Knowing his life is in danger he grasped at his wound. A spear had made contact, piercing his innards. He broke the weapon''s shaft with a swift motion of his sword. Pulling out the spearhead, blood gushed from his wound. He quickly applied pressure and clotted the injury with a piece of enemy cloth, cut from his assailant''s robe. Turning to his comrades, this Ronin became a man. Seeing his neighbour slumped over and grasping for breath. They had made progress pushing the inner court. Just down this left wing, the enemy was out of sight. Kneeling beside his neighbor, this man held his friend closely. Signalling to the other to stand by their side, keeping an eye on look out. He could see the light flicker slightly casting shadows far and wide, holding his neighbour who was about to die. With the last breath over, the man began to cry.With one last word his friend said goodbye. May you rest eternally and forever at peace. The man held his katana tighter, wiping the tears from his eyes. This man lost all emotion and carried out his orders, given by his lord. This samurai has truly become Ronin, sending his friends to die. He could no longer look back, for he now had the power to send all who served him, back into the fray. He gave no sign of slowing as they pushed onward, storming the castle. With one final shout he gave out a battle cry that boomed and billowed, showing no signs of wavering.As he approached the next stairway, he rallied the survivors to his side. A top of the entrance, there wat the final challenge. Behind the enemy line, stood a door of wood and stone, an entrance to the throne room. One action from his hand, set his allies charging, slicing at their enemy. This Ronin knew there was not much time left and joined his comrades inside the charge. Willingness and adrenaline were all that was left. The doors opened behind enemy lines exposing the inner chambers of the throne room. The battle was nearly over and there was not much time left. The man and his comrades were of skilled backgrounds and each practiced daily but nothing ever prepares you for a battle of this scale. Each took on their surroundings, circling in pairs. Showing that their teamwork was something to fear. Each equipped with a katana and baptized in their enemy''s blood. Even with their scare, the enemy was still skillful and only shared their weapons. None could predict the damage that ensued. Clash of blades and screams of agony were all that were heard on that fateful day. The samurai turned Ronin was beginning to earn his name. As new lord and savior, destined to martyr.He raised his blade in protest, fighting to earn his right to be free once more. Bound by his honor he fulfilled the last wishes of his Lord. The end was near now showing no signs of slowing. They danced through the courtyard spreading crimson colours all through the sword. One step forward, the man skewered his opponent, two steps back, the man covered his injury and took another to his hand. Turning his wrist just right, the sword flashed back, slitting two throats and spinning him around. Cutting through flesh and leaving them dead. He was almost at limit while he held his blade. None there knew what was at stake.His men were tired and shrinking in numbers when suddenly over head, a flag was drawn only in white. The enemy knew this was no trick, the Ronin had just severed the King''s head. Dropping to one knee, all covered in blood, the samurai seen the one who held the flag. It was none other, the lady he was to wed, She ran down the stairway only stopping at his side. The man signalled her closer, to rest his head on her shoulder and giving her his hand. I will always love you, even in death.His life was almost over as she held his weary head. If only this happened sooner, it may have been better for each of them instead. In his dying moment he whispered into her ear, "I will always love you, even though I''m dead." She was left to mourn, with his dying words echoing in her head. Cyborg Lost and alone in need of repair being chased by the master and his servants. One was a witch that twists the mind and rips space... Being cornered... It began repairs only to find she is already there... With little energy left a summoner appears creating an opportunity that may seem far too real. Harsh may be his methods the directions is clear accepting his option... Stealth initiated... Disappear... Being set in a drop ship carrying It here. On the opposite side of this planet''s moon It is shot off into space full of stars and gloom... It will one day return with all Its things in tune... It slowly drifts between consciousness and sleep waiting for Its Truth... In Time In times of need, and in times of strife; We do hope our backs are watched and our life cared for... In times of fortitude, and in times of weakness, may our lives bring protection and our worth given value... In times of love, and in times of anger; may mercy reign, and our hearts cherished forever... Let times of joy, and times of sadness; never leave us empty and always smiling for more... In time of sharing, and in time of woes; let our hearts be lifted, and our tears given harbour... May our spirits live forever, in sunshine or stormy weather... For all that is meant to be in time... Vol. II - Songs, Sonnets, Ballads & Music Humanity The Establishment of the Race of Humanity... Where all the children of the world are equal and that none shall go hungry, none shall go unwanted, and none shall perish alone... Love and Life be the game and happiness that motive... Where we cherish life and have honor in it... Where none are raised above another, but only equals remain... For any of this to be True, we must have Order and Natural Law remain... As we all want to live... During the transitional period between the Dark Age and the Renaissance Age, science was beginning to explain some of the things people call magic... yet there was a major flaw about science at this time, as it became too much matter and not enough energy... Now Religion played a major role, still, back then as well it had its own flaws as well... Now here is something that enlightens us... We see during that transitional century there is a lot of similarities today as it was back then... For science cannot progress without spirituality and spirituality cannot progress without science... These are only two points of view of the same coin... Secrets in Stories Take a look at these symbols, we can see it is written in code... when we discover its language and when it begins speaking to us... Revealing its secrets only for us... Then it creates all the stories in the world... One will share secrets of Truth, while stories keep you Guessing... Each have its purposes written down in code... Beyond all smoke and mirrors, Light is dim and True... None escape its essence hidden inside of you... Remembering all that has passed its toll onto us, yet always remember Light is all that is left holding on to you... In the Veil of Smoke There is a place that is unseen, and shows signs of promise of a time gone by... we return to this place in search for it all... Where darkness and light mingle, in a place where each can take part, for sure as the dawn follows the night, we will all return to light... In this veil of smoke, lies the nature of our lives... In this curtain of greys, we all see our colour of light, for this veil falls and reveals only right... In this waking moment we see our life, wandering an eternal darkness covered in light... Only to find something much bigger, something larger than life... The night is but a moment compared to its lies, for the day brings brightness only showing light, this multicoloured window shattered and skewed, Rolling out its blanket covered in a bright light of Life... The Ruin of Vails Beyond the horizon in low lying land... Shrouded in a blanket of mist and sand... Atop small mountains, hiding as hills, sits a ruin filled with crumbling Vails... None can see it with much of a view, though it holds a Form, a bit off skew... The mystery holds true even if in dew... Our sights are set, though in loss of hue... Man on the Narrow Path It all seemed so easy, a place worthy to see... Looking for the right to be free... Finding a place to stay, a shelter for a weary soul, only looking to be whole again... A man on the Narrow Path, His only hope and love watched his back... Is he following the right track? Surrounded by the Shadow, that there is no going home... His life is there, only to roam... Time sent him rapidly forward, thrown his life into the fray... Will he be a hero, here to stay? On the mountain path, they set their sights on the horizon... Seeing their journey as they travel across the spine of rock, making a city of mountains showing them the natural order, holding onto life as it grips and stretches along its sides... Still they have passage as the earth opens and winds surround them, keeping close to home, yet flawless and reaching forward, setting them abound looking for its treasures holding onto home... Now they seek its guidance as they turn its frown hoping for forgiveness in leading them back home... The Magician''s Hat High mountains, lush in young grass... On a mound of ash, sits a small waterfall pouring into a gully shaped like a volcanic cavern, across from it sits a small cave, inside a Magician''s Hat shaped mound of earth... Rocky by its nature none would have thought of that... A place that stood out and made no sense, switching fantasy with reality a home was met, Twisting and turning it was an only slightly off set with a moments notice we began our descent... Still only walking, straight while all twisted about, The Magician''s Hat became a fractured den of charades... The cave went on forever making progress underground... It held itself together, spiralling in sections making rabbit holes... Further on it went stretching space and time into sections... Setting all off-sideways sprawling in all directions, like a maze... We see an old man looking onward, in our general direction... Welcome to the fruits of our labours, a house with no end instead... Mirror Harbour Walking down a pier looking on towards a boundless sea... We seek a path that connects us here and appear over there... A place like here but turned upside down like a harbour in the sky... Mirror Harbour, is a trick to the eye, and still holds a secret to unveil... One can only hope their efforts were not in vain, seeking harbourage... This place both real and sane still shows signs of confusing rains... Inside a harbour house where tools and trades keep a ship anchored... Lies a stairwell that pierce the waves that sit inside the Mirror Harbour... Climbing upwards we break the water that sits inside reflective light... Now we see our tide is rising from down under and into an image of wonderland... Mt. Highmarsh River Looking off into the distance sits Mount Smokey, covered in snow... Reaching upwards; tearing a hole in the sky, piercing a white cone... Though it was uncommon, white cones cover the sky, giving it water... To all led astray, seeing closer on is its brother, Rockward Mount... Reaching out before us is their sister, Mount Highmarsh, holding up our river... The source of our shelter and supplier of our only food... This ribbon of water is our home too, keeping us safe and sound... So always remember this children... Mount Highmarsh River is our home... Wizard''s Observatory In a place far away, hidden among the clouds... sitting on a tiny island, in an ocean of overcast... This small tower like structure holds the keys to the Wizard''s Observatory and library of Stars... Even being this high in the sky there still was more... Even above it was another ocean of clouds hiding... All celestial bodies, none that are familiar to home... Hidden inside sits the wizard waiting for them all... City in the Sky
a place down south, far and high above us all... Looking at things surrounding both of us... Clouds turned fog, shrouding here and there... the land that sprawled above us all, here had kept a people safe, so very long ago... Now sits in ruin, with a hidden history... hopefully someday soon we can see it too...
City Under the Sea Sunken city still populated in breathable atmosphere... Hidden by a passage way on a sunken sea cavern... A thriving group of people in this seaworld, stuck at depths never thought possible... There is a Genie banished to an underwater oasis, meeting up with all kinds of strange, yet human-like, entities... This Genie meets up with another Genie, and became curious to what lies beyond his campsite... With the mysteries of the deep, it gives the Genie hope of making a difference and finding a way back to the surface... There is a far more to this network of tunnels than meets the eye... like a legendary dream become reality... We Are the One''s We are the one''s, welcoming the end days We are the one''s, riders of every storm We are the one''s, who will weather the storm There are no other one''s, so willing to survive We stand at the edge now, so willing to die This is not the end now, we cannot give up now We stand at the edges of humanity to see it through This is not our end now, we are the one''s now Who will Survive! Who will Survive! This is the end now, whose will power survives? A Home in Energy Held on the cusp of eternity, a place filled with energy... Enter a new land made for thee, inside a broken fraternity... This thought consumed before me, holding in place civility... Looking for a home a place of sanctuary, where I come to be... Holding on to the living infinity, making a lasting light energy... Will this cabin in the highlands be my long lasting melody... Seeking a place called home just to be me, a place just for me... Inside a long lasting eternal energy, beaming with light and potentiality... On a world of great sorrow and great beauty, covered in people''s energy... Sitting here a man looking for a love of a lady, with fulfillment in colourful energy... To make a home in a higher state filled with loving energy, welcoming we... Fallen Skies of Freedom Nimble in fallen skies, there is no telling where to go or what to ask... Holding steadily as we carry on, we seem to need an equal say... There is more to us than coloured Form, the stars call us high as we lay below... Under dark clouds of skies we see the way, as far as the eyes can see... This is our frontier of stars and lands to keep us strong on trees of earth... We seek our nature and lights so warm, we hope to see the life to be... There is no telling where to go as our lines flow into our rights of light... This ever longing fire that keeps burning on we shall be set free to be... Now we seek a living light to shine on as we turn to the right to be free... This now our home as we shine from the ever longing infinite to be set free... Ride Into the Storm Riding into the night, having second thoughts... Sight and motion merging into the shadows... Heading toward the tension surrounding the mind... Being shown the truth of no escape, lost into the night... Living in senses being shown, something behind the light... Why is there no ending for all the fears of life that end with death? Knowing so swiftly we pick up the fight, as we turn and ride tonight... Given motivation and a zest for light, we end our sorrows in the fight... With no end now we sit and feel empty, never giving in, never losing hope... As we ride to our next far off horizon... Our lives are thrown into the unending flurry... Seeking out the cause inside the eye of the storm... As wind and sound are one, the storm rages on... With clarity and focus, we see all memories unfold... Giving into the storm, all of our sins become known... The line is blurred but constantly leading the way... Takes us beyond this shade of grey, making us whole... Here as we stand at the edge of divinity, we ride the storm... Carry On the Show Holding on too tightly to what happens naturally... Returning to a state where everything is alright... We seem to make connections wherever we go... There is more for us to see inside this formality... Holding onto something that makes us just right... We seem to find each other wherever we may glow... This person is meant to be loved for, unconditionally... Here inside this existence we all just need a bit right... We learn to accept each other and carry on the show... Enter the Void Far out deep in space where all things come to be... Dark and infinite with no Form, made Form to see... Into a storm that made light growl, thrown asunder... Deep inside both time and space shares its frame... A place of no Form and containing only its name... Enter the Void, a place that has no shape only fate... Inside this place of no Form, sits all seed of Creation... Where both time and space take shape and emanation... Void created space and gave time to carry on and make light... As time flows on, our shape is made for and contains life... Only to know this space briefly as time carries on into strife... Here is the destination a place of energy only containing light... Time will go on and forever making it... while it helps us Enter the Void once more... A Place Called Home A place filled with energy. A humble abode for us to be free... To share in all that is humanity. A home filled with laughter and smiles... A building where our words are listened to, in hope for a better we... A destination fit for Kings and Queens, where friends come to be happy... This is more than just a house, a home fit for heroes, where we can find destiny... A fort hidden in a valley, nested among high mountains, covered in trees... Let us share this rare treasure, a home fit for both men and women... A dream meant for children, but only achieved by grown adults... This is all there is to see, a place called home for you and me... Ten Thousand Humans Ten Thousand men and women all hearts broken from all the shame... Show ego in times of struggle though their word are heavy... Speak only truth in times to come as patience wins the day... We take up our banners and bring common efforts anything will happen... As our minds are free, we seek only knowledge and understanding... This is our time to grow as we sing of time to come, shall we go together? In promises to be free our lives find happiness in belonging and community... Knowing there is purpose, shall we agree to things to be... Let all who summon us, know it will only be communally... This world has given to us only a life to be in freedom... The Beauty To discover a soul that my own has been satisfied with, yet shall not touch with my own lips. It pains me to see that soul, the beauty of my great passions, in the hands of another. Seeing her heart all a flutter, yet of black swallowtails; rest in peace my dire dreams of a future with this beauty. A great satisfaction and yet bitterness fills the void that exists within my soul. My satisfaction originates from the soul of my adorations'' happiness, and my bitterness resides in the feeling of missing my opportunity for more. Words whispered to me from the soul of my passions, "... Only change of status..." repeats themselves over and over again within the void of my heart and the vastness of my mind. I hold onto the hope of prospects from a ship that has left the harbour. Waiting for that ship that hold the beauty, to dock once more with conjecture; into the realm of opportunity. My chance resides in that undiscovered and unseen realm. My heart awaits for my love to show her face with open arms accepting my invitation. Knowing that the beauty is aware of my affections is even more agitating, which throws my confusion into a cyclone of thoughts. She is truly a beauty that is just out of reach. Yet is so very close to my grasp, and to my heart. My innocence has yet to be influenced by flesh or blessed by the source, though my age does not share this fact. I have wandered into the lustful fields of the flesh, yet I have not satisfied my cravings. Reserving my innocence for the beauty, is a challenge that I have never taken. To save it for the one soul that is my soul''s satisfaction no more, to the fullest extent, shall be blessed by the source. The Stranger''s Smile The stranger perks a smile... A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.When there is not much time left... Maybe a quarter mile... Time has no affect on him... He''s been here for a while... He knows every person... Down to their lifestyle... They all only ignore him... As if he''s just a file... He''s always there before you... When he is beguile... Ready to be of service... He''s your expressive style... We know him by his touch... It''s something that''s worthwhile... He''s not just some old stranger... He gave you your sweet smile... So never forget to smile... Because you never know... Who might need one the most! Determination Never give up... Never give in... Stand up for what''s right... And fight until the very end... Keep pushing on and... Keep pushing forward... here is an end in sight... Let''s work together... Let''s stand here forever... Determination and its mighty plight... For now unto eternity... We shall fight with light faithfully... Just Know It Who da thunk we blown it It''s all good we hold it Here we find our showbiz This is where we know this It''s our time we shine and own it We just want to flow and show it Here is where we be, just know it Infinity Mix Infinity is running Back and forth Back and Forth That''s the way We Rollin now Upside down Left and right That''s the way We going now Up and down Side to side Inside out Right and round Here we going now That''s the song From nowhere long Topsy turvy Left side down Back and forth It''s how we Fallin now Riot Lord The unending waves crash against the walls that saves High cliffs and deep bays keep privateers away Men on foot men at sea riders dot the horizon skies The calm before the storm fills the air, war creeps on Hidden away in the keep, the lord lays with the maid Betrayal fills the halls. whispers of riot shakes them all The lady of the Manor shivers and shutters waiting Her cries are not heard but her resolve is at the door The man behind the door favors his lady and her seed For her line were strong and hearty honorable for all to see they truly are loyal beyond belief The fires were set and men at arms ready to take over The alarm sounded and torches lit there was no going back The man behind the door was once more ready than his Lord The Lady bid thanks and carried her child away the man was Far more cunning than the Lord could see and lost all for his Lady The fires burn and the rioters churned for their justice will soon be heard They March in the street with no retreat and outnumber the Lord and his hall There was no escape and all traitors made where none stood there was the Lord Knives drawn sharp and many handed it too the end was nigh for the Lord and his hoe Defiance More than ever there''s a need to stick together No matter the weather we be there for each other Even when the long dark is knocking at the door The living light will bring our houses to the shore Holding steadfastly, we continue on our own Breathing deeply in time with mother nature Listen to the heartbeat, we will never be alone We live in defiance of them all, telling them no more they show us far more darkness than ever before Do not be shaken for this is only our awakening We heralds of the new Earth, hold the beginning Our future uncertain we seek our own ending... Light in the Dark Fallen behind we only see our plight The last legged man has us in sight need your friend as we do it all right Whisked away onward to the bright This all for our sake holding on night Hopeless destruction all for the fight Come home to where you find the light We seek our own inside this lost mark A place disturbed with our own hallmark Holding onto the loss and helpless lark Divided we fall all in this futile living dark No matter how hopeless the missed ark Given the dire matters we sat in the park Overwhelming madness devil in the Dark This may All be for naught, in search of Light in the Dark Create, Observe, Repeat Waltz of Life Song of Autumn Light Only seen on the autumn floor Where light shines bright, and shadows weep We seek each other to fill our souls As time flows by, Autumn Light fades away Searching for love and life to make us whole Our lifetime here is not the end of we We seek our lives only finding pain Yet there are thoughts that keep us sane We shall survive making life unfold The Oath We are making ourselves family. We are brothers. We stick by each other, we stick up for each other. We believe in this oath to fill the void. We build a pact and stick to the oath. In Truth, we dedicate ourselves to the oath. We always help each other. If there is something you need, we have it. If there is something I need, we have it. We come together as one, we bring people together. We are the club, the best friends, the brothers, the sisters, we are the family, we are the spirit of unity, united as one¡­ under the oath¡­ On the Mountain Top Wake Up, Come Clean, Be Real! You have had a Mountain top Experience. Take it with You as a fresh Water spring That Flows from The Mountain And down to The earth, to Nurture the life, In and upon it. The Showdown (Light ''Em Up) I''m here with my bros, headin'' to the show, makin it grow Now... Smokin'' as we go, ''cus Ya neva'' know now... Where ya gonna Throw Down, like it''s yo'' town... I''m here for a showdown, Never gonna quit... Hittin'' ''dat shit, Makin'' it Stick... Light ''Em Up Light ''Em Up Light ''Em Up Light ''Em Up Light ''Em Up Light ''Em Up Light ''Em Up Light ''Em Up Mixin'' my rhythm, Only fo'' the Wisdom... Makin'' you know now, That I''m here to say... Never gonna give away, Just to get paid... ''N have a bit of sway, ''Cuz I''m here to show you (now) ''Dat this shit is awesome, ''N that Shit is your showdown Trippin Haze, Rollin'' Joints Smokin'' Doobs, Takin'' Hits Packin'' Pipes, Yeah Light ''Em Up Nature and Corruption All this corruption, Makin'' us believe ''em Only they''re deceivin'' ya''s, Time to say I powned ya This is the only warning, I''m never gonna lose it Just fuckin'' cool it, It''s our freedom Breakin'' the chains that bind ya, I think I''m gonna win this Never gonna lose to you, Bring ''em all on, I''ll sue them all too! Rivers overflowing, simply from the warming Mother Earth''s starting up a rampage, Shakin'' down their bullshit Makin'' them eat shit, Heartless and vengeful She never gonna care for you, the lies are all broken In toil and torment, Nature''s gonna win this Bringin'' down your pendants, this is how she ends it BOOM! Evilside You''ve gone Darkside, I''ve come Topside Makin'' it ignite, Like there''s no fright Pretendin'' to be real, Only makin'' a Feel With no understandin'', Only the reckless abandon Nothin'' goes right, When ya dealin'' Evilside Livin'' life is extraordinary, Soakin'' up sunlight It''s intoxicatin'', Not lookin'' fo'' a baby Who idolizes unspeakable, Keepin'' respect jus'' like Evil Knievel There''s no time left now, You gonna miss bail Without fail, I''ll be sure to derail The rhythm is stale, I come down like hail Smashin'' up ''yer progress Now it''s time to set sail, and place the last nail I''ll be sure to inform you, This coffin will have to do The time has come to bury the hatchet, Into the skull of ass cracks That need Hazmats Well that''s that, no more fuckin'' it away ''Yer dead bitch go away... Dissin'' Court Even though I''m Dissin'' Court, I''m only here to make retort Not here to mess you up, Just want to make my thoughts heard Dude there''s no makin'' peace, nor are your efforts bleak But I''m here to make a point, So let''s go roll another joint Respect is all we want to heed, Though we can still make him bleed You think it''s just rough n'' tough, I say that you had enough No more of these childish games, Time has come to make him pay There''s no need to be stabbin'' me, My skills are beyond your Ki I had come here to end you, Now I simply pity that fool No need to may yo'' feelin''s heard, We just found someone else''s bird Since we came here as men, This is how we make it end We can always vent, given timed events Makin'' sense of it, under moonlit sky Holdin'' on too tight, We''re losin'' might As we soak in night, beyond amends We might start again, and sing of revenge Now there''s more to my rhymes, Are you seein'' the signs? There''s no defense, for your rants Since playtime is over, Lookin'' shoulder to shoulder The Paranoia''s sweet, Makin'' you retreat Holdin'' on too deep, Makin'' feelin''s great Pushin'' your retreat, Hopin'' for a beat ''Cuz this Hatter''s mad, Laughin'' ''cuz yer'' sad And even if I had, Some sort o'' Attack Be sure your head, Would surely split Makin'' sure yer'' dead, Never to be fed What''s said is said, Now it''s the END! All There is to See Here is where we share together in our freedom and creativity Looking for a direction to give purpose a shelter for eternity Here in this place where many come to be, is this all there is to see? Hard work and a will that is iron, keeps a man''s head far from sirens Let none who pass take your thunder, as we all share from extensions Hold steadfast where our lives have to be, is this all there is to be free? Hands in demands that we all need, keep us in hopes of a coming end Losing no ground in a place that is sound, have we come to make amends? Hope is not lost inside of our hands, where our hearts are all there is to be Hearing of lands that have all been seen, giving direction to all who seek, Home to many, who all wish to be free, share in this wisdom, simply meek. Look to dreaming for direction, making new dreams as all there is to see. Kung Fu Rap Battle Master Chi this is Master Dan Let me share a little kung fu With you. This is drunken fist Drinkin my dayz away Livin in a medical haze Rage like a cage makin me Fade the days into cliches Addiction gettin tha best o me Craziness is makin me be fake Shakin from chills as my years Be pullin me down since day one I¡¯ve been the smokin gun Holdin down the fort so none retort Givin¡¯ it my all it¡¯s time to fall Knockin out yer program, fuckin up yer nose man This be a battle none could do Since it will be the end of you Hopin¡¯ you neva make it through I¡¯m tha beast that¡¯ll be crushin¡¯ fools too With my Kung Fu, I¡¯m gonna get you No more excuses, This is your abuses Takin¡¯ back what¡¯s mine, You could neva find It¡¯s the end of the line, Hell is gonna dine From Mind, Body, Soul to End all of the struggles Reggae Freestyle Relaxin unda da risin sun We go, n we dont kno how its done Da confusion messin everybody up How do ya go on n spread yo stuff? No stressin before tha great yah mon We be flowin all down like rain Makin ya sweat into da setting sun Dere aint nutin to it mon; let your spurt hum The Rain Oh the Rain How it sustains And brings us gain With rushing waters And calming sounds The Rain has its matters Still it soothes And comforts The soul''s mood In times of trouble She gives shelter To others in numbers With time so short This is our sort The Rain washes away All and brings us a start Wolf Pack Livin my life like its da shit Smokin to da top never gonna quit Watch me shake n take that hit Never gonna slip makin it twist Come on n drop, own da blitz Rockin it homie, neva gonna sue me Show yo true beef, makin it stinkleaf Trippin on burnt seed, makin it own me We livin like the wolf pack Neva gonna throw back Only makin that comeback To show that we da pack attack The Dozenth Mantra twelve lives that cannot be denied, eleven lines of hidden rhymes come in, disguised as lies. No shame without the fame, only here doing my duty for those who are close to me. All masks aside, this thrill ride has more lives to care for, therefore... This narrative, is imperative for those who are yet to come, show diligence while vigilant until the days are done. Respect these sentences, as they hold truth in them. Carry your honor and keep your dignity, for the world is in need of saviors. Do not be idiots, there is wisdom in this, make sure your friends and family are near. Stand up for your rights, this is our true fight, show them that we stand united in death. There is no mystery to it, we simply stand up, never missing a beat. We endure and hold the wall, making sure our enemies are unconstitutional. Bringing the Dawn, our home united, has never failed us, so is God''s will. Now is the time we bring it back, holding true to the forms within us. This twelfth stanza is our strongest mantra. Vol. III - Poetry & Other Figurative Writings The Only Hope Political unrest has more basis in reasoning and needs to be addressed. If those who have been given the responsibility to make decisions on behalf of the people begin to stray from the whole purpose of such positions and must be dealt with. To Improve the standards of being a citizen of a society that only wishes to evolve, then we must nurture and aid such behaviors'' as freedom of education; and stop looking for reasons to hate each other, this is immature and even children behave better than some who think they control any aspect of society. It is time to user in the new alternatives, that truly allow our species to thrive. If man believes killing is the answer, they are sadly mistaken. This type of philosophy only breeds more killing. We must come to terms with the truth and accept what truly is an answer. A center of focus that is a communal hall used for all occasions surrounded by green spaces used for gardening and extra curricular activities. Manned with locals and small businesses. A familiar place, where people would visit many times over. It will become the only hope for survival. A place of higher learning where people enroll into subjects and topics of their liking, like a living library. Video learning and e-training that offers free education for all... Also, it is pronounced "Learning Ability" NOT disability. It would be like a castle of investment and a system of education that starts in High School, a choose your adventure, co-operatives of visioning their education. With free will and right of passage, this is where the seed starts. Free agents and Labor payants with a network of talents, hobbies, and skills. Featuring a host of talents, hobbies and skills through trade and make a living for what they are interested in and learn how to apply them to real life situations for the common good, we hold strong to each other in hopes of its fruition. We all have the same needs as everyone else. Greed is cut back to the minimum. A standard for humans. As we all need each other to survive. We accomplish more together than apart, it becomes essential to hold to our word and help each other out. Life becomes more interesting when we all work together. This is part of our nature as we continue to survive as Mother Nature intended. We all succeed together. With cutting edge technology we are able to make our lives, helpful and meaningful as nature intended. Using nature as our prime driving force as the most ideal lifestyle needs us to be Naturalists and look to grassroots of living and be fulfilled with purpose. The Religious Wars During the ancient time when electricity did not even exist, there were many documents that were written before the time of our ancestors. This has become known as dogma in modern times and has been seriously affected by these wars. Also, modern warfare has become the target of everyone¡¯s fears. This also has been affected by these religious wars. To date, there have been discoveries that all modern wars have been proven to have been influenced by these religious sects that have held their own beliefs and were the cause of the wars. As though they all still came to understand that we all came from the same place¡­ the stars. Time was not much of a factor but crucially influenced all aspects of these Religious Wars and they span even far back into the 40,000 years of Progress even before Time was kept. No individual nor organized groups have known about them. Yet, they still bare precedence on the present and will last on until forever into the future. This is how it has always been but has only been known in modern times. The world is a canvas that paints more than what humans or any species would remember because they will remember those lost years and bring up a new force that was never thought possible¡­ Creation¡­ The whole of creation has always been the driving force behind all things that have been, and that ever will be. The diversity of it is a whole other story. Where good and evil have its origins and continuously exist. You cannot have one without the other, it simply does not happen. The multi-verse is a mysterious thing and has always been part of creation since its origins. This was in The Lost Books of the Old Ways, and the Will to Survive. Creation is only beginning to unravel and life at its awareness seems to be holding steady and strong. Now the multi-verse includes all sorts of things and seems to be unraveling at our fingertips. Knowing your strength and weaknesses are where good and evil collide. You simply cannot have one without the other. As above, so below¡­ as I like to always say. There is more to this universe than meets the eye. All species and humans have become part of creation, and it has always been. You may wonder why it is Species and Humans when it seems to be kind of the same thing. This is also simply not true. This is because humanity is in more than just Earthlings in the Milky-way Spiral Galaxy. These religious wars also span more than just home, they include the whole of creation. There is no truth like divine truth, but this also depends on a person¡¯s strength. Yes divinity is within you, but don¡¯t get too cocky to think you can take on the whole of creation alone. This has never made sense and may ever will, but creation is never alone¡­ And destruction is not always evil, but cannot exist without good. These lines have always been blurry, and may always will. The Religious Wars have always needed this inclusion, for it never made much sense; but is the ultimate truth, factual truth that includes the whole of creation¡­ There are many things that hide in both good and evil that seems to keep the whole of creation stable and continually existing. This has become more than a species debate but shows where humanity lays in the goodness of hearts. This life is more than just wonderful, it is precious and more valuable than any gold or tender that is used to dictate wars in the name of good and evil for without this there would not be creation¡­ Only in Chaos will anything and everything exist, which dictates for Order no matter the cost with good and evil stuck in the middle. This is where logic and reason make their appearances. This is because of the whole of creation. There is no sense in destroying something if it only was there for the right reasons. But humanity is to blame for it belongs to both good and evil. Honor, Respect and Judgment rule in the domain of balance, where good and evil have its origins. This is because the whole of creation simply would not exist. This is where evil takes root for it fears the unending force of creation where good takes root. Balance is kept when all things exist eternally in a stalemate of life. For the whole of creation also fears death, this is where humanity shines¡­ it belongs to balance. All are capable of it yet none seem to care. This is the result of the religious wars; this is also where humanity is vital. For nothing can exist if there was nothing there in the first place. The ending result is creation. This is where divinity lives. For all things are living and the result of their parts therefore only divinity can be present because of existence. Existence is ruled by Balance; which belongs to Humanity. The Religious Wars are waged by humanity and only on itself, since it too is part of the whole of creation. These are teachings shown to you through me¡­ The Whole of Creation. There is only war¡­ but for what, against whom, and why is it up to humanity to fix it? Because it is Humanity that created it and the war is on The Whole of Creation since it is the nature of The Whole of Creation. The Religious Wars were part of a much grander design that not even The Whole of Creation knew, except for Humanity. Humanity¡¯s creation is more than just a myth, it is true fact. The myth is the space between truth and stories. Where things are not fully known but only to those who fix them. Where the great stalemate is sealed and the truth about things is created. Where Order and Chaos rule in Harmony, Will there no longer be a Religious War and Existence is created with The Whole of Creation. Balance is struck and both Good and Evil reside in their Dimensions and Humanity will no longer be a threat to itself again. ¡­ Oh the Humanity. ~ All that has been told and shared is called dogma and constructs the misperceptions of what truly is the only war. The Religious War; this is where belief in anything resides and is why all that exists are Religious. ~ For the sake of humanity, please, do not turn a blind eye to this; for it bares Truth. ~ For Honor¡­ For Respect¡­ For Judgment¡­ and For Truth¡­ Orb the size of a single small marble, and just as hard as marble. It floats above surfaces, never making contact with the ground when dropped. Interacts with anyone of the chosen blood; as it has it''s own intelligence. A... tool as it could be considered, that possesses incredible power. When trained and worked with, they increase the chosen blood''s power, skill, intelligence, and trains them while in the chosen blood''s possession. These tools are rare and have no duplicates, other then false imitations. The Orb''s are coloured in order to distinguish one from the other, for... there... are... three... The Beginning of a New World As many can see there are great changes on the horizon, we understand the concept of Love and Fear, we can see it is the beginning of a New World... ''In the beginning there was space and time where all things that exist have come into being by something known as Dark Energy...'' This concept is not well researched and has only been discovered in the last decade. This brought into being String Theory''s Hypothesis and created the Multiverse... ''...All things that have been created also have a shadow...'' When united, this brings up many possibilities and has changed the dynamic of Life so drastically that we are on the cusp of destruction of our pocket of existence in the multiverse, unless we do something about it, to save ourselves from our own self-destruction...'' One thin is for certain, we all know we are learning more about ourselves and society as a whole and it seems to be at a point where we only have one of two ways to go, and that is between: Destruction or Survival... ''Now we know there is many things that have only begun to happen in the last decade, and continually move on in directions that are more helpful than we thought and Life can exist in such a way that all will be satisfied and no one will be hindered for Dark Energy holds the key to both Self-Destruction and Creation...'' Now to begin the legend we all have been waiting for... The Truth to Everything and the Power that is within us all. Revolution or Rebellion? This is where the debate of Science and Religion are, and this is on Energy and Spirituality... Tribe We are the seekers of Truth and Knowledge... Welcome, the journey will be treacherous and long, those who stand by us with Honor and Valor, shall ride at our sides. Those who oppose the All Cleansing Light, shall lie dead at our feet. Resources are a shared commodity amongst the Tribe. With Knowledge being the most valuable of them all... Speak your quarry, state your mind, and in all due time, shit will be fine. Community Grimoire "There is no WAY to PEACE... PEACE is the WAY." -- Richard W. Posner -- "My country is the World... and my religion is to do Good." -- Thomas Paine - 1737-1809 -- "The world is an ever changing place. Hence change is natural. Accept change and be changed... or be run over by the wave of change that is to come." -- Jonah DM Sudsbury -- ¡°I reflect my own understanding.¡± -- Jean Yves Landry -- "I see the universe as being infinite, and my mind within it, being infinite also." -- Jean Yves Landry -- ¡°People will find a MILLION excuses before living with ONE goal.¡± -- Jean Yves Landry -- ¡°We¡¯re all in this together, this little thing called life.¡± -- Jonah DM Sudsbury -- ¡°Time is a gift, use it wisely.¡± -- Rev. Liz Wall -- ¡°A good teacher is educated and open minded; they will not only teach others, but they will also learn from their students.¡± -- Jonah DM Sudsbury -- ¡°There is always a first step into every persons dream, this one is mine.¡± -- Jonah DM Sudsbury -- ¡°The key to success is found in the process of obtaining it.¡± -- Jonah DM Sudsbury -- ¡°Talk about yourself and describing it to them, your family¡­¡± -- Jonah DM Sudsbury -- ¡°...Bustling around meaninglessly for a goal that has no value!¡± -- Jonah DM Sudsbury -- ¡°Will you still wait for me? Will you still cry for me? Come and take my hand.¡± -- Blind Guardian - The Maiden and the Minstrel Knight -- ¡°I¡¯m still waiting for you. I¡¯m still your crying shoulder. Come and take my hand.¡± -- Jonah DM Sudsbury - Derived from The Maiden and the Minstrel Knight -- ¡°Imagination is you creating your world, but don''t let it hide the truth.¡± -- Jonah DM Sudsbury -- ¡°Knowledge teaches you about life experience; but Wisdom is what you learnt from the experience.¡± -- Jonah DM Sudsbury -- ¡°Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.¡± -- Albert Einstein -- If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it. ¡°The Internet is just the world passing around notes in a classroom.¡± -- Unknown -- ¡°Wisdom is obtained through Listening.¡± -- Jonah DM Sudsbury -- ¡°You can always tell who is the wisest of the crowd; that person is the one who listens.¡± -- Jonah DM Sudsbury -- ¡°The Mind is a powerful thing; its possibilities are endless.¡± -- Jonah DM Sudsbury -- ¡°Everything is all right, if you want it to be.¡± -- Sandy Chang -- "Religion is not good, Belief is good. Religion is not truth, Belief is truth. Religion is not the way, Belief is the way. Religion is not life, Belief is life. Religion is not a Belief, Belief is a Religion." -- Jonah DM Sudsbury -- ¡°Green Clean, Organic Free, Lifestyle to Infinity.¡± -- Jonah DM Sudsbury -- ¡°We have a better place to move on to, but what we do in this lifetime will reflect what our existence will be after death.¡± -- Jonah DM Sudsbury -- ¡°Do or Do not, There is no ¡®Try¡®.¡± -- Yoda - Jedi Master -- ¡°You are built not to shrink down to less, but to blossom into more.¡± -- Oprah Winfrey -- ¡°Follow your passions and you will not regret it.¡± -- Fortune Cookie -- ¡°We could have saved the Earth, but we were too damned cheap!¡± -- Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. - 1922-2007 -- ¡°When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be." -- Lao Tzu -- "The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed." -- Carl Jung -- ¡°We have but a rich moment in Time.¡± -- Daniel Falk - The Pretender -- ¡°We live in a society exquisitely dependant on science and technology, in which hardly anyone knows anything about science and technology.¡± -- Carl Sagan - 1943 - 1996 -- ¡°Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known.¡± -- Carl Sandburg 1878 - 1976 -- ¡°Sometimes the path you¡¯re on is not as important as the direction you¡¯re heading.¡± -- Kevin Smith - Filmmaker -- ¡°To be one, to be united is a great thing. But to respect the right to be different is maybe even greater!¡± -- Bono of U2 -- ¡°The only mistake you can make in music, as a musician, is to stop playing.¡± -- Jean Yves Landry -- ¡°As the countless numbers hunger for worldwide renown, all the pimping sons of plunder will roll up their sleeves. All searching for the answers they don¡¯t even care to know." -- Disturbed - Sons of Plunder -- ¡°Experience is what you get when you didn¡¯t get what you wanted.¡± -- Dr. Randy Pausch -- ¡°Experience is that marvelous thing that enables you to recognize a mistake when you make it again.¡± -- Sandy Chang -- ¡°Serving others is tried and true, for a cause that is just and true, which was created by you.¡± -- Jonah DM Sudsbury -- ¡°What is meant to be will always find its way¡­¡± -- Stephanie Mills -- ¡°When the power of love defeats the love of power, there is peace.¡± -- Lao Tzu - Travis Martin -- ¡°I was once a Wiseman who wanted to know, why so many people wanted it all?¡± -- Jonah DM Sudsbury -- "The will to win means nothing without the will to prepare." -- Juma Ikangaa -- ¡°God: Sleeps in the Rock, Dreams in the Plants, Stirs in the animals, and Awakens in Mankind.¡± -- James Arthur Ray -- ¡°Our deepest fear is not that we''re inadequate, our deepest fear is that we''re powerful beyond measure.¡± -- Coach Carter -- ¡°Do you believe? Do you believe beyond a shadow of a doubt, with your entire being? Do you believe that no matter the consequences, you will still believe?¡± -- Jonah DM Sudsbury -- ¡°Whether you think you can or you can¡¯t, either way you are right.¡± -- Henry Ford - 1863 - 1947 -- ¡°When there is nothing left to see, it means you didn''t travel enough.¡± -- Joey LaPlante -- ¡°We strive to achieve standards that are above and beyond expectations.¡± -- Jonah DM Sudsbury -- ¡°If you don¡¯t get what you want, you might get something better¡­ Be positive.¡± -- David Rouselle -- ¡°By the blessing of the Hand of God, you shall be Able.¡± -- Jonah DM Sudsbury -- ¡°Knowing is Power, Understanding is Wisdom! ¡­Are You Ready? ¡­Peace be with you all, always.¡± -- Andros Enigma X -- ¡°To instill in a person meaning, motivation, and inspiration; it truly is an artist¡¯s dream come true.¡± -- Jonah DM Sudsbury -- ¡°I think we vote for the ones who can paint for us the best picture.¡± -- Reece Cannon -- ¡°Character is what you are in the dark.¡± -- Rev. Liz Wall -- ¡°Defeat your enemies with success.¡± -- Busta Rhymes -- ¡°Chance favors the prepared mind.¡± -- Louis Pasteur -- ¡°Destiny finds those who listen, and fate finds the rest. So learn what you can learn, do what you can do, and never give up hope.¡± -- Marshall Matters - Motto -- ¡°Determination: What the mind of a person can conceive and believe, it can achieve.¡± -- Abraham-Ester Hicks -- ¡°You can lead, you can follow or you can get the hell out of the way!¡± -- General S. Patton -- ¡°Do the things that others don¡¯t, so you can have the tomorrow that others won¡¯t.¡± -- Unknown -- ¡°Leadership: The ultimate measure of leaders is not where they stand in moments of comfort and convenience, but where they stand in times of challenge and controversy.¡± -- Unknown -- ¡°Failure is the best teacher.¡± -- Unknown -- ¡°Think about thinking Bigger; Life has endless possibilities.¡± -- Sean ¡­ -- ¡°We are made for success, but we are programmed and conditioned for failure.¡± -- Darren Fairhurst -- ¡°We are the projectors of our lives; Time and Space is the stage.¡± -- Jonah DM Sudsbury -- ¡°People do what you do.¡± -- Primerica -- ¡°You have to do what you need to do, so you can do what you want to do.¡± -- Unknown -- ¡°Enthusiasm is more important than Intelligence.¡± -- Albert Einstein ¨C ¡°Find three or four people that are motivated and you can change the WORLD.¡± -- Unknown -- ¡°If you want to go far on the journey of success, partner with others who know how to make things happen.¡± -- John Maxwell -- ¡°Even if my name was to disappear into the sands of time; my memory and my cause will never be forgotten.¡± -- Jonah DM Sudsbury -- "Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt." -- William Shakespeare -- "Take a shower, shine your shoes you''ve got no time to lose you''re young men you must be living go now you are forgiven." -- Christopher Doucette -- "This love is difficult, but it''s real. Don''t be afraid, we''ll make it out of this mess; it''s our love story baby!" -- Justine Hamilton -- "Life is a game of patience... and aggression... timing is the key to winning." -- Dennis Wilson -- "It is not the individual, it is the system they are part of; all of them are simply victims of weaknesses ALL have." -- Ghandi -- "Love, like a river, will cut a new path whenever it meets an obstacle." -- Marla Clinton-Swan -- "When I first saw you, I was afraid to meet you, When I first met you, I was afraid to hold you'' When I first held you, I was afraid to kiss you, When I first kissed you, I was afraid to love you, Now that I love you, I¡¯m afraid to lose you." -- Katie Dale -- "ANY community that wants to work needs a newspaper." -- Mahatma Gandhi -- "You know you''re in love when you don''t want to go to sleep because your life is better than a dream!" -- Katie Dale -- "Life is the flower for which love is the honey." -- Katie Dale -- "Be the Change that you want to see in the World." -- David Rousselle - Ghandi -- "My love is like a passionate blazing fire that I promise will never go out. You are the fuel that feeds the flames, Embrace our love... As it turns the world to ashes¡­" -- Jonah DM Sudsbury -- "We''re all okay, until the day we''re not, the surface shines, while the inside rots..." -- Christopher R MacMillan ¨C ¡°The only constant in the Universe is Change.¡± --Heraclitus of Ephesus- Greek philosopher (c.535 BC - 475 BC)-- I Am Vigil I am Vigil, I am the Human Shield. Hit me. In the past decades, the people in power have embedded in us the ''shut up and listen'' approach. We are told they know better, that they think in our best interest. This is not so. Police brutality is on an unprecedented rise, attacking unarmed peaceful protests with mace, pepper spray, clubs, shields, takedown methods and any other method they can think of on the spot. However, if we retaliate, we go to jail. This is unjust. DO NOT RETALIATE! This group is a Call to Action to all those who have diligently spent hours and hours tempering their bodies against violence. In this group, I include: -Contact Sport players, -Martial Artists, -Combat Artists, -Bodybuilders, -Any and all ''tough guys'' All that is needed for this organization to work is one simple thought. HIT ME. While the Law Enforcers will try to disperse and discourage the protesters using unlawful techniques, the Vigils stand their ground on the outside perimeter of the protest, hands together in front of them resembling praying fashion, causing a wall of ''Human Shields'' to protect those whose bodies are not as well tempered against violence. This will also protect the Media Teams, who are our only means of information, while also providing footage of Police Brutality on Peaceful, PEACEFUL protesters. This is how we, the Peaceful Rebels, will come to help this movement without escalating the level of violence. Non-Violence is the only way. I am the Human Shield, I am Vigil. Hit me. ~ Quote from: Guillaume Boudreau ~ Ascended Beings It was a place in a future where the planet was dying. A city that was one of the few refuges left for humanity. A man looking for a new life in such a dreaded wasteland. He was one of the blessed capable of using ascension powers though they were dormant and he knew nothing about it. The man was waiting in line at the makeshift quartermaster''s desk, it was placed inside an abandoned skyscraper that was repurposed for handing out job postings and registration. It was not long before he was next to be served. This man was from a line of fishermen and asked for a license to fish even though it was a dying trade in times such as this. The quartermaster shrugged his shoulders and wrote up an issued license for fishing. The man gave the quartermaster his information as he finished his registration. He was given a satchel of goods that was tied in a nice package inside a woolen blanket. The quartermaster thanked him for his time and the man paid him fairly in coin and ration tickets. The man picked up his new found belongings and headed off into the building. The section of wall behind the quartermaster was ripped open and was exposed to the outside. There was a make shift railing to help prevent anyone from falling. The weather had become temperate and warm due to the drastic change from the last war of resources, which continued to rage on, but not in this place. Where people organized their own enclave and created a somewhat stable commune. The view from the opening was spectacular and the breeze made it comfortable. The man continued on heading out into the city. Passing by a market he was asked to help set up a lunch room for the orphans and refugees. He agreed to help and was promised a meal for his efforts. It did not take long as there was several volunteers helping out. He sat at a table in the front of the lunch room and looked through his pack. It contained some basic materials required for survival in this wasteland such as some antibiotics, clothing, and a water skin. There was also a small switchblade for protection and for preparing any survival need such as gutting or carving. The free meal was not fancy and only consisted of a chili and bread with a bottle of water to fill the belly and quench the thirst. The man soon finished his meal and packed up his things and moved on looking for a place to stay for a while and sleep if need be. After some time of wandering the streets he came upon a run down building only a few storeys high. The place was housing a small group of about 30-40 people. There was a mix matched kitchen on the main floor and several rooms in the above floors. On the second floor there was a cleared space that became a gym with no more than a small weight bench and some rattled practice dummies. The man checked in at the counter and asked for a room. He asked if there was a limit to how long he had to stay in case it was only temporary. The clerk replied saying it did not matter as long as you pulled your weight when needed or asked. Also there was one requirement which was attend a fitness class to keep a position as a permanent resident. The man agreed and offered the last of his coin to the clerk to reserve a room with. In moments the man had become registered as a permanent resident and was given the schedule for the fitness class. Heading up the stairs to the 4th floor into the 8th room at the back of the building. There was no keys as most rooms were shared equally and only locked from the inside. The man knocked on the door and turned the doorknob opening the door to an empty room with 2 small cots placed at the back of the room on opposite sides of the room. The man took the cot on the left and placed his items at the top of the bed. He laid down and soon fell into sleep dreaming of days gone by and of days to come¡­ In this place there was strangest of things as well where some would call illusions or visions of unsurmountable reasoning for some to bare but all is what depicted was a great power opened a passage to another reality that defies our own. This was known as knowledge of the architects of space-time. A man was floating there in deep sleep that only could be described as magic turning a key to a doorway of understanding hoping to better society as a whole nearly collapse a building from a simple gesture that made him difficult to accept or help since it was of use to his power. There seemed to be a moment where every thing stopped and came crumbling down that it awoken the man to his power to better humanity. Yet he was only welcomed for short times as like before where he knew he would never see them again if he followed through with his actions. There was always a better outcome as his mind only wandered from each possibility to the next to find his way back was always possible but never better if left alone. The whole building was in danger collapsing even before this man arrived. It was thanks to him that their futures were destined to change at one point if even left alone. He knew something was amiss when he entered the building but he was never really sure if anything happened would it have cost lives or even his own. The attack was internal and planned for demolishing for years due to its unsafe and aging walls. People would never have known since it stood for generations before them but lost to knowledge that once was commonplace. It was a refugee rental house and as they knew some places would collapse imply by observing these lambs were at their limits of loss it never occurred until it was too late. The man centered his focus as he felt the pillows under his head drop giving the illusion of falling while dreaming he snapped his head forward and pulled on the door that he had the key for and ripped space open to soften the blow as he through his arm out in front of him snapping his fingers the end was over and a new beginning was shown. Space enveloped them all and gave them a new fulfilling goal. Frigid Winds Frigid winds blasting passed ice crystals collect like dust. Howling breeze that keeps it dark. Clouds blot the skies strengthening, currents filled with water and friction. Throwing particles of ice and snow swirling together in chaotic harmony. With night, comes the frigid air filled with freezing particles. No star visible this night, cloud and current flow unpredictably. Mother nature shows it''s fury imitating hell freezing over. Drifting snow and ice blinding the view filling it a blank white fear. This weather system is beyond control. Sub-zero temperatures energize the storms. No color to be seen in this white out winter chaos. Buzzing billows of sleet and snow. Pellets of ice and hail pepper the landscape with gusts and whirlwinds tossing them about. Collecting on doors, windows, and cars, helplessly gazing at the white devastation that unfurled. In the dark of night you see only orbs of light as winds blind visibility. Ember empowers Finn, multiplying accumulations of ice and snow. Father Winter with Grandfather Time are a terrifying duo. In the darkest of seasons, hibernation seems to be the better option, by the hour... Vo. IV - Dreams & Other Creations Living Prophecy A prophecy of a devastating earthquake that shook the world. It was I who saw it coming with foresight. I was looking into a ceramic bowl of white rocks, they looked almost transparent. The verse of the prophecy was all rhyme, and I wish I could remember what I said. I was with my mom and dad, and two of my siblings, which ones I cannot remember; we were all near a strip mall. Apparently our house was on the other side of the street by this strip mall. It was night time when I spoke the prophecy, my parents believed I was seeing the truth. We entered the house as I watched passing cars go by on the road. There was a great fire, a probable result of the earthquake I prophesied over. It was beginning to pick up speed, as I heard something inside me say there were still two more people in the burning building. The first one was not far from the entrance. A little boy he was a little blackened by the smoke and ash that were building up in the building of flames. I successfully returned him to the firemen outside the building, they were a part of my Force. I never thought I¡¯d be a volunteer firefighter. The second person I went after was a young girl, only a few years younger than I was at the time. She was near the back of the building, where the fire was making its way towards. She opened a door into a chemical room, without even thinking, the door was a type of barred cell door almost. I just turned the corner when I heard the click of her locking herself in. I told her to trust me and allow me to help her, and open the door so I could save her. She was reluctant to trust me, but in the end she did; she opened the door in tears, she was either afraid of the fire or myself, I could not tell, but it looked like both. She was a very attractive young girl, black skin tight shirt with a V collar, stopping just before her cleavage would show. She wore a type of Capri jeans, and had apparently no footwear on. I took her arm and slung it over my shoulder, so I would have more leverage to help her. When we turned the corner the fire was almost in our face. We began to crawl. As we passed the other intersection of the hall, the fires engulfed the room we were just in, and once we had the door in sight, the room exploded with a blue and green fire and then a red mushroom cloud. I do not remember if we made it out of the building before the explosion. Airship Anarchy I¡¯m driving, three others on it with me, armed¡­Two groups after one person - I¡¯m the person they''re after¡­ At Night, a Woman with special powers that enable her to find hidden valuables/in-valuables -- I¡¯m with her Pod Shots for hand gun* -- I have the gun Found little stash of either pods or devices of importance -- I found them w/ help of girl House/Fortress of Wolves Went through them fighting making an exit Older lady and child trapped in the house -- the girl and I were there beside the lady and the child Atomic disaster -- I was eavesdropping and saw in a tiny mirror the leaders Three leaders/people of importance/high stature Older lady and the child safe In Winter, Groups of people after one common goal -- the girl and I dash out the door see these people See a gold car *looked like Alexzander''s car* -- I jump into car, assuming the woman was part of another group, she was not in the car Under the Mountain It was a dungeon that was deep in the woods, inside a massive hill, but not tall enough to be a mountain. There were two entrances into the lair. I was with Virgil, and two others, one was a woman. As we arrived at the location, there was an odd feeling about the place. When we reached the back entrance you could see right into the center chamber where a beast that looked as if it were a cross between a Minotaur and a boar. It had a mane of fire; it was surrounded by a fiery dust, that we almost mistook it for lava. We asked the other man that was with us to stand at the back entrance, as Virgil, the woman, and me walked around to the main entrance. As we arrived upon it, there was a great fairy to the left side of the entrance. Like all the great fairies she was inside a great fairy fountain. The woman that was with us apparently stepped into the fountain and the fairy embodied her. They became one. I turned to Virgil, about to ask him a question about the situation, but all he did was give me a shrug of the shoulder, and he said something, but I do not remember what it was. He had a satchel with him the whole time, he pulled on it to make it more secure on his shoulder, and entered the cavern. Gesturing me to follow, I gave him the one minute finger. As I turned to the great fairy, that possessed the woman that was with us. Then I heard a squeal from the beast from inside the cavern, it seems to have clued in that there was someone out there. It looked so much like Ifrit from Final Fantasy 7, and 10. I considered it the same powerful summon as it was in those games. Ifrit stomped out of his chamber, passing Virgil who went off to the right to wait for me to enter. Ifrit stepped outside of the cavern, turned to me, while I was already at the corner of the cavernous hill. He made a light jump and curled into a ball and landed in the ball form with a THUD, the ground shook, I ran around the back to speak with the man that came with us, but he seemed to have been petrified. Ifrit was gaining on me. I rounded the other corner of the cavernous hill, and then the last corner, ending up back at the main entrance. I grabbed the woman¡¯s arm, and hauled her into the cavern with myself, to where Virgil was at. Ifrit entered the cavern, and then¡­ I woke up The Dwarves'' We arrived at an encampment of Dwarves. My brother, his wife and their son. I was there with them and one other person, I do not remember who. The Dwarves were all wearing a sort of jump suit with goggles, they had a ladder that they invented. I asked them what they were to do with it. Their plan was to climb over the top of a wall around a city¡­ to invade. Me and my brother¡¯s family with the other person I do not have a face of, entered the city through the gate, we walked the streets, which seemed to be nearly deserted. It might have been because it was early morning, but there were still a few people around, merchants that lined the street, only a very few of them. We met up with people that I knew, but they were total strangers to my brother and his wife; their son was playing with one of those ball shaped branches that blow by in deserted towns and deserts. I greeted them and introduced my brother and his wife to them. We walked together through the streets and more people started to arise from their slumber for another day of little sales and poor food. Seaside Retreat I had just finished defeating two enemies and completing two dungeons that they resided in, and I was headed for the third. It was not far from shore so I swam to it. I had encountered some sort of water dragon or serpent, and it was one of the oddest selection of colors. It had a blue body, purple muscle definition, and deep red around the joints and the face. It chased me for a while, almost had me once, but I was free of its pursuit. It might have just gotten boring for me. I reached the targeted area. It was an offshore oil derrick, attached to a small island. I was not able to explore it enough but that comes later. I was still in the water swimming along the bottom of the derrick. Clinging to the legs and parts around the base. Around the bottom I noticed one part of the derrick was meant for docking zodiacs or dinghies. I jumped off one of the bars along the bottom and clung to another parallel to the one I was on. I squirmed around the bars and made it to land on the other side of the derrick. Oddly there was nobody around but you could hear them all around. They were up on top of the derrick. I walked around the land that was covered by some sort of warehouse that was attached to the derrick. I saw dips and machinery grounding holds. Even the dips were filled with makeshift machinery as I reached the other end of the warehouse, I stumbled by a receiving pit for trucking loads which made little sense at the time. To the left of the receiving gate, just beside one of the derricks legs there were a few staff areas, such as an office and breakroom with an air shaft service elevator between the two. Two people came out of the office. There was no doubt that they saw me, but one of them was someone I knew and the other almost did not look human. The one I knew, his name was Carter Wilhelm. He recognized me and with a smile came towards me to say hello. We had a conversation about how the both of us have been doing. The person that was with him came back with another person from the break room that looked not human as well. He asked if there was anything he could help me with. I only told him that I was looking for someone with something that I can pick up; also to work a little on the derrick. In my head this was all a cover, but I was so close to the truth. He nodded and directed Carter, myself, and the newcomer to a storage area by his office. Carter and the other odd person, headed right into the office while I stood by the door. They came out with three huge mallets that were yellow and black. The black was the color of the imprinted name of the company and its logo, the rest of the oversized mallet was yellow with marks and dirty signs of use and aging. To the right of the office door, where the receiving gate aligned with the pit it opened and a couple of oversized tomatoes that were deformed, rolled in as I looked out the door I saw a couple of huge Goran''s leaving with earthshaking footsteps. I turned to Carter, who was a friend of mine since the big move in my second year of my second grade of school. He told me about the place we were at. He has been working on the derrick and the island for the past year. The tomatoes had little to do with the whole incident, but it was part of Carter¡¯s job here on the derrick. They were to be smashed by the mallets into the pits; but when I lifted my mallet to squash one into the pit, something happened, and Carter was knocked down into an unconscious state and when he aroused from his unconscious state, his face was blood red and just a bit behind him there stood the regular Carter beside the oddly looking of a shape humanlike of a boss of his. The ¡°blood¡± Carter was not a happy one and he was very forceful and aggressive. He was blabbering about something that did not seem too friendly and all; while the other Carter stood in complete silence beside the boss as the other oddly shaped person stalked around to the receiving gate. In a few seconds the odd person came in with an SUV of some sort and almost in a blink of an eye we were inside the vehicle leaving blood Carter and the boss behind. We drove to the zodiac port and turned around, in order to ram through the receiving gate the same way they came in, we were planning on going top speed. It was an English make of a car where the driver was on the other side of the vehicle. The driver was not an odd person. It was the beauty of a woman named Helena. I turned around to see Carter and two other people. And then I faced the front and saw the odd person in the front passenger seat and Helena in front of me driving passed blood Carter and the odd boss. I felt something about Helena, we had a weird connection¡­ I opened my mouth to say something and it was never able to escape my lips ¡­ I know you¡­ ¡­ Have we met¡­ ¡­ I love you¡­ Excitement in Space I was in a person''s house, either at a party or just a friendly gathering; but there was Evelynn on my right watching me and another woman I recognized but could not remember her name. I was having sex with the woman whose name escapes me, and playing with Evelynn as she watched. When I pulled back in order to not inseminate the woman, who¡¯s name escapes me, to hold my load; and I did. I went to turn to Evelynn and begin our session, there was a knock. People started to come in, luckily the woman, who¡¯s name escapes me, was wearing a sort of dress, only hiking it up to allow me to have my way. I pulled my boxers off the floor, and pulled a nearby blanket over myself with my boxers in hand under the blanket. Alexzander, for some reason, was there in another room; he was Holding a pint of Rum, sitting at a table with another person who I recognized but could not remember who it was. Then two others enter through a door in front of where my session with the girls was. The woman, whose name escapes me, heads through the kitchen and into a back room, which was a bedroom. Evelynn looked at me with eyes of disappointment, she wanted to have fun too; left the same way that the other two came through the door. While this all happened I managed to get my boxers on somehow without them noticing. Space is a mysterious thing, I designed a shuttle that was capable of some sort of warp drive. I was on a planet that was earth but at the same time it was not my home Earth. Back to space the shuttle of my creation flew into several different galaxies trying to get back to our favorite spot in those systems. We could not find our way back¡­ someone I knew, a male, showed us the way, but we did not remember how he did. When I referred to us, I was talking about myself, Evelynn, and the woman whose name escaped me. In a sort of class room with a TV in the corner that is off but you can still hear what is playing on it; all that was played were movies. I entered the classroom looking at the woman whose name escapes me, and Evelynn, to my left. I was sitting with my back to the entrance of the classroom which was on the right hand side when you stood at the back of the classroom, and windows on the left. Serenity sat a little ways from me with Sarah, she and Sarah had a steaming drink, but when Serenity breathed out the steam it looked like a thick smoke that she blew into a makeshift bottle ashtray, the ashtray was on top of the bottle with some hole in the middle it seems, since the bottle filled up with the smoke from her blowing out the smoke after drinking, but she was in front of me nonetheless. I faced looking out the window and the door to my back at the front of the classroom, with Evelynn to my right, and the woman whose name escapes me, to my left. There was someone at the front of the class, but she was not a teacher but someone who played the role of one. No teacher that I can remember, she was a stranger to me, but so very familiar; and attractive, she was an open minded person and cared less about the two fooling in the back of the class, holding and touching each other. I loved learning from her. Community Bar-Ba-Que I was back home visiting my first school that I attended after the big move. I was there watching the students play or participate in a martial art competition. For some reason I was mopping or sweeping over off to the side. One of the kids I knew came to me afterward and asked why I was doing that. But I did not remember doing that. It was like I was dreaming and sleepwalking as I cleaned the floors. The school day was coming to an end, all the summer soccer teams were out practicing, I passed by the secretary¡¯s office as a new secretary, from the one that was there when I went to the school, came out and opened a cupboard that was newly installed on the wall just outside the office. Inside the cupboard was glasses, pitchers of an alcoholic beverage, and some few other alcohols. Also there was some pre-package food. I took them and the secretary seemed to not notice. I was famished and left out the front door of the school eating. The school day finished early. I was at the far corner of the teacher¡¯s parking lot and then the sun was ready to set, but it was still at far way off of being evening. I ended up back inside the school watching the martial art competition. It was about to finish, when I meet up with Virgil. He headed out of the gym exit, heading to a BBQ that was to be going on afterward. As we made are way to the BBQ there was a huge line-up heading into a clearing into the woods, near by. I heard something about tickets being handed out. Apparently, there was not enough for everyone to have one. After a few minutes of us enjoying the BBQ, that the school had put on for the tournament, I hear screams and gun shots going off. It was a long and quick 30 seconds . Once we reached the area where I reached what remained of the line-up, I saw hundreds of dead bodies that followed all the way from the teachers parking lot to the clearing in the woods. I went into the gym and brought out two hockey sticks that were heavy; they almost felt like lead pipes. They were apparently a piece of cake for me to lift; either because of my blind anger of the pointless murder of just because I was in martial arts. One of these hockey sticks were shorter than the other, by a significant amount; still I headed right into the clearing seeing another line of people that were facing the dead corpses. They looked like they were the cause of the massacre. I charged at them and began knocking heads back, bashing them all over, making them feel the pain of broken ribs, arms, noses, legs, and so on; but I did not kill a single one. I think the reason I was unharmed and not shot full of holes was because they were out of ammo. Some of the people that I attacked were people I knew; then amongst them I saw Virgil, but I strictly remember him still back at the entrance of the clearing. Either way I still jumped him; and began wailing on him. I was trying to figure out how it could be him, and then the conclusion came to me, it was some one else, an impostor of Virgil. I was not worried since I remember him being back by the entrance enjoying some BBQ delectable. After the first few haymakers to the face, some rib punches and a couple of gut shots, he looked at me and it was Virgil, but something about his eyes were not right. Then I was tapped on the shoulder, and as a turned around I woke up¡­ The Meet-Up I was only home for a few hours, when my parents were heading out on a rare occasion for their date. I waved them off and once they were out of sight, the phone began to ring. After the phone call, which was from April wanting to ¡°see¡± me. I had a few ideas of what she wanted and how she liked to be ¡°handled¡± but it never came to pass. My friends showed up while I was outside thinking dirty about April; they must have called while I was outside with the kids playing when they arrived. All of my dirty thoughts and daydreams about April were thrown out the window. As I approached the car they were in. There were only three of them. Usually the three consisted of Dion, Serenity and Helena but this time it was Helena who was driving, Dion and Ghan who was the third, this time around. I said hello in the most friendly way that I had always done and ended with, it has been a while. They exited the car looking as happy as possible or only putting a font to be happy to have seen me. I felt as if they were masking their true feelings for me. I welcomed them into the house, and like usual the kids were all over staring at them. Helena headed to the washroom and Ghan went inside to have a drink of water. Dion and I stood on the porch and we talked. I started to talk about going to England in September. When another car pulled in, which was a man from Scotia Personnel, the company that was sending me to England. He talked to me about an email I sent about what things that I had asked about in it; then he headed off. I talked with Dion about the England trip till it was dark. Then we headed outside and looked up at the stars, soon after Dion, Ghan, and Helena left. I began working in a workshop behind the house in a small shed. I heard someone in the house crying about something, they sounded as if they were in extreme pain. Lukas was there, so I grabbed him by the throat with the dirty gloves I was working with. I asked what he did, his reply was that he did not do anything, and that the person crying was complaining about a game being erased. It looked like Mattias was the one crying about the game, but the one crying looked much younger than Mattias. Besides, Mattias was too old for that kind of stuff. So I told the crying sibling of mine to grow up, it was only a game and that was the whole reason for games to be played over and over. My cousin Sean was with Lukas as they waited for me to go with them, once my parents were home¡­ We were back outside looking to the stars, as a flash of light zoomed by¡­ The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement. The Pleasure Cruise We were in Japan near the coast having a day pleasure cruise. Army boats were out for practice, while we enjoyed the weather and the breeze that came blowing through as we rode the open waters. I was asked if I have been to Japan before I said yes, but only once before. During that time I once had control of the Japanese armed forces¡­ not quite but I did sit in the General¡¯s chair and stamped a TD Bank Invoice. We were on the return to the harbor, along the way three Japanese submarines surfaced. They had a sort of flag out at the end of the submarine, I could not tell which flag it was; but they let out some of their men, who went to retrieve the flags. There was a strong wave that crashed on the side of one of the submarines washing one of their men off, but he was soon rescued. The crew of the submarine were soaked but were laughing about the incident. I told Virgil that the Japanese were crazy people, he agreed. The crew member that fell off was not Japanese though, and not even Asian for that matter. He looked American. I never thought much of it since one of the other crew members, Japanese, helped him up and down below deck. As we turned around we sped back to the docks, weaving through and between plenty of ships, but the thing was as we passed each ship, they looked as if they were damaged, there was black smoke curdling and billowing from the decks. None of the damaged ships were close enough to tell what happened to them. As we made our way ashore, I raced over to an army dressed soldier, well at least that was what I thought, who had a mini telescope and was armed. I told him there were quite a few ships that looked damaged out in the harbor. I told him he should warn his superiors. He agreed with me but that was all. The soldier headed off about a 100 feet away from me, and threw a grenade or a small explosive of some sort, into a building killing two men. He lifted his gun emptying bullets in guards that were to the far left of myself. He dropped his gun, it was empty, and he headed through a gate throwing another explosive to the left on the outside of the gate at the same time I picked up one of the fallen men¡¯s gun¡¯s and headed after the soldier. I felt confident with the gun in hand, as if I had done this before. I shot the soldier down, and he was done for. I turned and faced the gate peering inside the little boarding camp by the docks, it was not that little though. It was almost the actual size of an army barracks, fully equipped as if it were a training camp; but with real guns. The site had plenty of earth between the gate and the shore. It started to get darker as men began appearing and standing in formation. They crept cautiously toward the dark. You could see blue flame in the distant dark and orange bursts of flame from mortar fire. Some groups of people poorly dressed as soldiers were running back towards the gates. They were not shod at because you could tell they were only distractions but a couple seconds after they came, something that looked like Inferno Cannons peered through the dark, and quick bursts of blue flame came from something resembling Dragon Tanks. They lit up the sky giving luminescence to platoons of men, and women all who were soldiers that stood opposing us. I rattled the gun letting bullets fly, like the others were on the opposing forces; shooting down a couple of soldiers that stood the closest to us. I was able to find some grenades and throw them into the opposing force. Virgil showed up throwing an explosive at the force, and he said to me I too controlled the Japanese army; even stamped a TD Bank paper too. It goes to show that they always do this to visitors. Once the Inferno Tanks fired, Virgil and I began running back towards the gate. There were a few shells that landed nearby to both my right and left. For a moment I saw Virgil just in front of me, and off to the left facing the force and the Inferno Tanks, watching the shells until the last moment and jumping out of the way. I turned to do the same, guess what it works. Watching them until the last moment called Virgil¡¯s voice so I did and in no time we were on the other side of the gate. Once there I lost track of where Virgil went, but just then Helena, who was much older now since the last I saw her, ran by me. I followed her and called ¡°Helena, Helena wait up.¡± Once I caught up we were two streets beyond the gate. Heading through a residential yard onto the third street from the Gate of Barracks entrance. I was beside Helena as we passed the next house she said I am going to be alone forever; with tears pouring down her face I told her No you won¡¯t because you have me, but she did not seem to hear all of what I said and she ran off into a bundle of trees to a bench secluded and hidden. She sat on the bench, which was facing me and in the tiny clearing I stood in front of Helena as she put her face into her hands to sob a little more. I said ¡­Helena and she looked up at me and with flooded eyes full of tears she smiled at me and then I¡­ My Brother''s House I was out visiting my older brother Erikson, at his new estate. It was something like an old farm that he took over except he Industrialized it. Erikson was not happy when I saw him; Ruth was not there , she went back to live with my parents for some reason. Erikson and Ruth had a baby boy. I cannot remember his name; but I thought it was William. When I walked up the driveway to Erikson¡¯s place it showed more and more signs of being industrialized. Erikson came out of the side door of the house. A few workers were nearby, and as they saw Erikson walk out onto the deck, they dropped what they were doing and walked towards me. Erikson raised his hand and they stopped, turned around and went back to work. As Erikson raised his hand he told the men I was his brother. For some reason the house Erikson owned looked familiar, as if I had seen it before. As I began to talk with him I found out that Ruth left him, reluctantly. They had a child together! Erikson was unhappy and could not believe it. He threw some sort of shuriken knife and it barely missed me. I began shouting at him, telling him to settle down. For some reason my friends were there and Erikson threw another and it hit one of them. I did not remember who though. I left and headed to Mom and Dad¡¯s. My friends headed out with me and as I headed into Mom and Dad¡¯s house, my friends waited outside. When I entered the house it was different from what I remembered. It was much larger and we had a foyer. I rounded a corner and passed a large den and turned down a hallway and found Dad. He was in the kitchen, with his head half submerged under water. His head was in a bathing sink, so it was normal to see this. His face was above the surface and he looked at me with surprise. I grabbed him by the shoulders and lifted him out of the water and told him how Erikson was acting. We headed out. We returned to a set of stairs and there was Erikson with a machete looking at my friends with a demeaning gaze. Dad stepped right in front of Erikson and looked at him. Dad took the blade away with ease. Dad walked with Erikson down the hall at the top of the stairs and rounded the corner. I headed with my friends in the opposite direction of them; as I reached the other end of the hall we entered a common area with a meeting room. It was walled off with a glass wall and to the right of the meeting area was a longer glass hall that led outside, when you looked left and across from the meeting area was another hallway. We headed down that hall, which passed by another set of stairs heading up. There was a door that led under the staircase. Inside the door was Ruth¡¯s room where she stayed with ¡°William¡± and Dianna, when she visited from her father¡¯s. I opened the door and told my friends to wait in the hallway. My siblings were surrounding them wanting to talk to them. When I entered the room it was behind a dividing wall with entrances without doors on each end. I went straight through on the right and once around the wall there was Ruth and baby William. We talked a bit and I convinced her to come with me and my friends. I picked up William and headed across the hall and around a railing into a room where Mom was sitting watching one of her shows. I told her everything and she took William for the time being. My friends included: Virgil Scarlett Deston Trevor Helena Ghan Alexzander And a few others; I cannot remember who. We were in the mall and as Ruth walked we met more people we both knew. Walking through the dining area of the mall Ruth and I passed on the left and her friends sat at a table there, I kept telling Ruth to come with me, and reluctantly she did and my friends grouped together and walked on the other side and met us in a foyer. We headed into the mall with only a couple of Ruth¡¯s friends and all of mine. BON Camp! I was at work, and Carter and a few other BON members were there chilling out and sharing the plan with people. I saw on a table behind them there were plaques of recognition, or at least collectables of famous quotes with people¡¯s biography on them. One of the plaques was yellow and it said: ¡°It¡¯s all fun and games until someone gets hurt.¡± There were seven I was at work, and Carter and a few other BON members were there chilling out and sharing the plan with people. I saw on a table behind them there were plaques of recognition, or at least collectables of famous quotes with people¡¯s biography on them. One of the plaques was yellow and it said: ¡°It¡¯s all fun and games until someone gets hurt.¡± There were seven plaque''s all together and each had a picture of a person on them with descriptions, quotes and a few other things. Virgil was on break and Ghan was sitting beside him. Across from them was another person, but I could not remember who it was. They were overhearing Carter and my BON-mates. They were sharing their interests. Then when Virgil took a bite out of his sub Dion came in with another Subway employee riding piggy-back. He was carrying a large bag of dog food; ALPO was the brand. He also had with him some sort of window or fen¨ºtre, I could not make it out what it was. Dion tossed them to Virgil, and they landed on him. Virgil was knocked in the junk (balls) with his mouth still full of food. Apparently the items hit Ghan as well. It was such a blow that it made both of them cry! DAMN! That must¡¯ve hurt! Dion quickly let the girl on his back down and he pulled the items off of Virgil; slowly moving the now broken window, which was packaged luckily, away. The girl that was a Subway employee was all smiles until she turned to see the damage; she apologized about 100 times; while Dion was apologizing ever since he removed the items. Two other employees of Subway were in the back. I was out talking with Carter when he left before the incident. I was also cleaning tables at the same time. After work, I was heading home, on what seemed to be a regular day. As I passed the yellow house before MacArthur''s Nursery I heard Tim and Serenity; more Time than Serenity, of course. I waited outside the yellow house and watched them through the window, it was a house meeting! And my parents were there. I was blown away by this as they finished up. They stepped outside and slowly made their way around the yard. They came over and talked to me. They told me about this place where all the local BON members were going with their families. I agreed to help out with running the schedule of events that were to happen during this week-long vacation of the BON families. I made it back home as I packed for every occasion to happen during that week. There was a girl I know that was living with me as a roommate; after Jonathan moved out. She was having problems with her boyfriend and was about to break it off with him to be with me. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and left to get some supplies from Shoppers Drug-mart. I finished packing my stuff and hers. AS I heard some noise outside my apartment door. I opened it to find a bunch of people I knew personally rallying out there talking with my parents. Leo came out from, what I thought, was Josephine¡¯s apartment. It was quite a get together. As it died down the girl, my roommate, came in with smiles and she went into the apartment and grabbed her stuff and called me in. I got my stuff and followed her out. There was a van waiting outside for us as we exited the building. We put our stuff in the back and hoped for it. I knew everyone in there, but I cannot remember who they were; and also my roommate, I knew her but I could not remember who it was. As we made ourselves comfortable in this mini-camper the seats were beds and were all over the place not locked into the floor. I blinked and then they were seated. It was weird but true. We began to move. They stopped at MacArthur¡¯s for someone to pick up some materials for one of the activities that were to take place at the BON camp. Once that was done. We headed out. The way everyone was situated was interesting because there were two in the front, the driver and passenger, and three more in the seat behind them. Behind the three there was myself, my roommate, and her boyfriend. Then behind us were two more people. My roommate was laying on the back of our seat and I had to sit forward so I was not resting on her. She shifted and said to sit back, I slowly moved back without looking; and apparently I was going to slow for her. So she pulled me back. I was comfortably placed on her breast. Her so-called boyfriend was off in his little world; or sleeping so I didn¡¯t care. She then shifted again, and I was between her legs for a moment, as her so-called boyfriend shifted in his seat, she fell into the seat beside me. She looked at me and smiled and then we were at the BON camp. It was not like any normal campground; it was actually set up in the style of summer camps with cabins, dining hall, recreational barn and maintenance barn. With a baseball diamond. We unloaded our stuff and made our way to the staff cabin. Next thing we knew the sun was beginning to set. People playing kickball as my roommate and I enjoyed the scenery planning and creating ways to have fun and special events like campfire songs and all that wonderful stuff. We had so much information that we created a Councilor''s Game Guide and Events. We sat down on a bench by the campfire and began planning tomorrow¡¯s scheduled game. We sidetracked to a game that was like tag with a twist. It was a list of common knowledge and riddles that the ¡°it¡± person would ask the person they tagged to see if they can no longer be ¡°it¡±; but we took it to that step. It was originally just questions that were asked in the form of riddles. Anyway we were there. Me and my roommate, in a moment of silence we gazed into each other''s eyes and leaned in for a kiss and it landed! Then we heard some people making their way to the fire. It was her so-called boyfriend with his arm around a girl that I thought looked like Lois Lane from Smallville. We all looked at each other, nodded and smiled and began to laugh. And then I woke up¡­ Fun In the Sun At the beach with a bunch of friends, all of them there to have a good time. We all knew each other and were part of a group that specifically suits each of our strong points. The tide went out and people walked out to enjoy the water. There was not just my friends and I from our ¡°Special Interest¡± group; but also our families and complete strangers that lived out this far. They lived close to the water. We all walked out to the edge almost able to reach another piece of land across the way. Then as all went silent the sky opened up before me. I knew that this was part or our expectations of the special interest group that was there. They all spread out and calmed everyone down, and told them that this is okay. And everything was normal. Two people from the special interest group went out to the opening of the sky and were lifted up into the opened sky. We expected this then one other and myself went out. The sky did not take us it actually gave us a large expanse of what ended up being called ¡°The Bridge of Severance / Skeptics¡± (the name may not be accurate, but it does start with ¡°s¡±). It was large and grand as a third came behind us and took my place they kept pulling it while somehow I was above it watching sections being pulled out. Each section had a word or phrase written on it accompanied by a number. I could not remember what they said or what numbers they were. As the ¡°Bridge¡± came to an end it shrunk and became harder than its previous form, which was almost sheet thin. It finally came down to the size of a small tombstone that I carried on my shoulder and finally under my arm. A few of the people from the special interest group of ours came to me, one was the love of my life and a friend. When the love of my life came to me two sets of numbers showed up beside her, more like below her, but they were 1.01 and 1.04 A number accompanied our friend and it was 13.08 We made our way back to shore as the tide came in several others passed by me and numbers appeared by them, but I could not remember them all. I put my arm around my love of my life and we left the beach. I woke up¡­ 41.19 Vision in the Hall It was at my old school, the place where I spent 8 years in. In the school, I saw my father standing at the end of the hallway, leaning on the ledge that enclosed the computer lab in. He was smiling at me as I stepped towards him, and every step I took, it became brighter, and my father changed, little by little. Physically he changed, but you could still see his smiling face as he looked on towards me. Another step he became more and more like something I have seen before, it was familiar but I could not tell what he was changing into¡­ yet. As I took the last few steps I recognized what it was that my father was changing into, it was a Buddha. I was so astonished by this. He was bathed in a golden ray of light, as I was only a few feet from him, his face went solemn, like the peaceful Buddha. It almost looked as if he had a mask on, but at the same time it was truly his face. Then it the surroundings began to fade, and change in the dark, a few moments later it looked like my father was in a room and I was just beyond the doorway of the room. It looked as if he was standing in front of a table or ledge, and the dark surroundings formed a room, but then looked like there was more to the picture as a stage would look like in the dark, with a single spotlight shining down on the center of attraction; my father the Buddha. I was just before the doorway, I reached out towards my father, and he handed something to me, it was something like a scroll, or a document of some sort; and then everything went black, and all I could see was my father¡¯s solemn Buddha face, and then it was gone. What a Race I was organizing a derby/race. All sorts of vehicles were allowed to participate., from a light civic to the long school bus. It was well organized and I helped pull it together. I even participated in it. There was two parts to this race one took place on the track wit several laps. The other was between the drivers only, no vehicles for the second part. The race was filled with obstacles that either inhibited a smooth ride or enhanced vehicles speed or control. It was one of the most innovative and creative race tracks. As the race progressed people gathered to see it for themselves, because of its uniqueness. I remember only a couple parts in the race. One was when two buses weaved through the obstacles as I sat there with my vehicle; and the other was my car weaving through other vehicles on the race track. I seen this part from the ultimate observer¡¯s point of view; in the air, above the track. I won this part of the race. After, came the drivers event. I do not remember much from this part. But it was something else, for sure. The winner of the drivers event was someone with shoulder length hair, shaggy and wore sunglasses. He tried to light a smoke inside the building where the award ceremony was taking place. It was a non-smoking building so the announcer told him to drop it or put it out. The announcer took the cigarette from him, and said she would give it to him at the break. Weird eh? The race/derby award ceremony took longer than the driver ceremony. They had several awards to hand out, some for most creative vehicle, to the most obstacles destroyed, to the most damage done to the car, and finally the Duke¡¯s of Hazard Award. This was given to the person who pulled off the most tricks, used their surroundings to their advantage, and landed at least two jumps, and win the race. I was awarded with this one. I even told the crowd that the Duke¡¯s taught me everything. The Duke¡¯s were actually real people that attended the ceremony. Though when the time came to award the Duke¡¯s of Hazard Award I was being told before hand that I was the winner, and I was even sitting beside the Duke¡¯s. When they announced the winner, I woke up¡­ The Road Trip My sister had just received her license and obtained a vehicle. The vehicle was a Dodge Ram 2500 Quad Cab with a camper placed in the back. She loaded the truck with a bunch of stuff that women need to have on trips like these. She called her friends over and they loaded the truck. As she pulled away from the house my oldest brother, Jaxx, his best friend Dion, and our cousin Carter hopped into the back of the truck. My other brother Lukas told me that we should hop in back as well. He began running after the truck as it began to drive down the road. The truck slowed. I was just behind him as he jumped in back before I touched the truck it stopped and did a weird trick. It fish-tailed and went up on two wheels for a moment. It tossed my brother, his friend, my cousin, and my other brother out of the truck! I signaled to my sister to stop the truck, she did and got out to call for help. I looked inside the cab of the truck to check and to make sure everyone was okay. They were fine. I turned to the guys who were tossed from the truck. They were good, barely a scratch on them. They landed in the ditch in long grass. Lukas was not as lucky; he was further back on the road; he only had some minor road rash and a weird look in his eyes. So everyone was okay. My sister came back from getting help at the house. She told me that she was making one more stop before hitting the road. She was going to Mill Road, which was only a couple of blocks from the house. She gave me a kiss on the cheek, a hug and I told her I¡¯ll meet her later on during her road trip. She drove off with her friends. My brother¡¯s an I and the other two began to go for a walk; to stretch our legs. We stopped by a fence looking at the weird animal-like creatures moving about. They all looked like genetic deformities or genetically synthesized creatures, they were harmless. We continued down the road and stopped at another fence with real animals in the field. We turned to see a few of the Genetic anomalies walking towards us, they wanted to see the real animals too. They were nice personalities for creatures, and we ended up getting to know them. When one of them was about to introduce themselves, I woke up¡­ Vol. V - Prophetic & Inspirational Love Soulmate Prophecy When you crave the physical attraction of a woman, it is something that is of the flesh, but there is more meaning in it than that. Though the flesh is to be dead and your spirit is the life within it; you have a certain yearning for a life long partner, or a soul-mate. That soul-mate is the one that you will experience love with. You want to offer them yourself whole heartedly. You become one with them when you come together and as individuals you will agree that you are each other¡¯s soul-mate; your flesh only craves the physical pleasures, or the fleshy pleasures. They are satisfied when you find the one that is meant for you. You will always have the ¡°craving¡± to want to masturbate or have sex to climax. Though there is true meaning behind it when your spirits are aligned and agree that this is the one for you, to be with for the rest of eternity. The rib that the woman was made from in the beginning will be replaced with your soul-mate. That is why man craves women so. We are physically missing something, which has an affect on us mentally. We need the other person to make us whole. The same thing goes for women. They are looking for the one that they ¡°belong¡± to they want to have someone there beside them ready to support them through everything they do. That is the role of the man and women to support each other. And to become whole with each other. Your ¡°sexual urges¡± are just fleshy reactions to that missing piece in your life. The soul-mate. Love is found through the two of you coming together and embracing each other as you support each other for the rest of your lives for ever and ever through eternity. Love is that glue that keeps soul-mates together. They belong to each other, they are not his nor hers, they are each others. Together as one, and forever as one. Children are the glue as well they are the embodiment of love. They symbolize your unity with your soul-mate. Even if a child¡¯s real father was a complete stranger and just a ¡°by-product¡± of a horrid incident. They still symbolize the love of humanity, and you will understand the true meaning to life when the love and the soul-mate become one, they bond they show a bond between them. For a woman that has a child, their soul-mate must love the child as his own in order to show the woman their compassion and they shall be rewarded. Never use a horrid incident as a reason to have an abortion, you will be killing a life, even if it is only a fetus, there is a spirit that is developing within you. There is more meaning for that life than you know. Show your love to every essence of a child, as well as your soul-mate. The Artist''s Prophecy An Artist painting an Artist! To use the extra 90% of your Brain¡¯s capability is unknown to the regular common folk. They call them the 95% as there is a unison agreement with people that you never question what you have been taught to be true. That is true in the sense you let people believe their own understanding. You are to question it until you seek the truth out and find your reason or truth. The Artist paints a picture to show others his interpretation of a situation, event. Belief or way of life. You question it all you want, but never try to tell the artist what he has painted; smile and agree with them to the truest of ways that you understand, they will be satisfied. The Artist does not paint for money or to make a living he paints to express his understanding. The Artist only does his work so that others can admire what he created. God is that Artist. He paints a picture, Life for example. And is pleased with it; now it is you who need to be pleased, never look for the reason we are here, look for the reason you are here; and the rest will follow. A Writer is the same as the Painter. He creates a story and allows you to be the painter; while the painter creates the picture so you can create the story. Understanding is not just to see what the other person sees, but also what you see. We learn to understand ourselves and not to understand others. We are complex creatures with infinite amount of potential. When you understand yourself you will understand others! That is why you look for an answer that satisfies your understanding; and allow others to find their own. The only way you can help someone with this is to do it yourself. The Carpenter is an Artist of model. He creates an image that is life-like and it allows them to understand the reason for them to be capable of such artistry. Everyone is an Artist. We create things and ¡°paintings¡± that allow us to share an understanding of each other. They do not try to give you the truth, they give you a ¡°way¡± to that truth ¡°you¡± were possibly looking for. Entertainment is the enjoyment of an Artist¡¯s art-work, that they share with us, the other Artists. They cannot truly appreciate their own work unless they can find someone else that share their appreciation for the work. It works both ways. You for that person and that person for you. The Three Musketeers: ¡°All for one, and one for all.¡± Even the musketeers had another that appreciated their work, the musketeers represent what many can do for one cause. The same goes for all groups of people with the common interest, goal, and they all want to have meaning, a place to belong to. They need more than ¡°just friends¡± they need people that they can call their own, it is similar to the definition of family, but a step further. In the television series ¡°Heroes¡± all the heroes needed a place they call their own. They needed each other. They had capabilities that they could share when they were together. The two brothers; one could fly, the other dreamt of flying. When they came together they both could fly. When they were apart they only had their own skill. These two were the Flyer and the Dreamer (there is more to the flyer, and probably a better name too!) The Dreamer could also see the future when he was with Isaac the Painter. The Painter could created the future on canvas and the dreamer could use the painter¡¯s ability when with him. The Dreamer is one of the most developed characters; and one of the main characters. Each person has their own gift and have more potential than they could imagine. They became stronger when in close proximity to others that have such gifts and they experience is even better when that person has developed their gifts beyond mere recognition. Nikola Tesla is an excellent example of this. He was capable of directing electricity through his body. His brain gave him the ability to invent so much that helps us in our daily lives now. But he was not always recognized for his abilities and skills. He was considered a form of lunatic and forced to stoop doing his work. Albert Einstein, Thomas Edison, The Wright Brothers, Nikola Tesla, and many more. These people are only a few of those that used more of their heads than the ¡°normal¡± person on the street possible does. They are proof of the 10% of our Brain Theory. They were all some type of Artist! The Existence Prophecy Heaven and Hell and everything in between. A question we are all too familiar with. ¡°Does God exist?¡± or ¡°Do you believe there is life after death?¡± to tell you the truth there is! We all live our lives out with these questions in the back of our conscious mind. It is not possible for something that is so complex to not exist! You see we run through our day fearing death, even those who truly do not fear it still are moved by such an immense phenomena. We always hear about such things and call them negative thoughts. In reality death is more beautiful than life; it tells a person about another¡¯s life. How they lived who was their family , did they die ¡°naturally¡± or from ¡°disease¡±. In truth there is only Natural deaths, no disease as we have labeled it. The only true disease is our existence on Earth. We claim to be living but are only slowly killing ourselves with fast food, intoxicating our air by polluting, cutting down trees by the Billions upon Billions. Trees should be sought as a life form as great as our own. For trees give us life just as we give them life. The tree actually does more for us than we do for them. Heaven and Hell and everything in between is what is considered existence. The passing on of the human soul truly an adventure we all deserve, but cannot disembark on until we learn what the meaning is for our existence, why are we here? My answer is simple¡­ We are to preserve life and cultivate it. Life is what makes that first step into understanding and belief; all worthwhile! The Soul is the essence of a person which cannot pass on to the next existence until it realized its meaning. Our souls wander the Earth within our flesh and also afterward. If our soul does not accomplish its meaning in life, we are doomed to wander the Earth in death. If we live the life that does not better ourselves we are doomed to Hell. If we live the life of meaning for ourselves and not trying to prove anything to anyone but yourself and help others accomplish the same goal, then we are judged rightfully in death and are sent to Heaven. We all shall witness the end times when they approach, for we are being prepared for that very incident but before this, we will join the side of the righteous and protect those who are yet to come to live out the remainder of their life reaching the very same goal that we have accomplished in death. In the times to come there is going to be what is called the Spiritual war we all are in the very center of it now. We must live our lives righteously and help others to do the same. And those to come and yet to be shall finish off with a bang! In the end times. After our death we shall be sent to either the winning side or the losing side. This is chosen by the way we live our lives now! When we have accomplished our meaning in life we will be on the winning side, those who follow the flesh and live only to fear death, searching for ¡°The Fountain of Youth,¡± shall die and be subjugated to the losing side. The tide of the spiritual world has already been decided. Those who preserve life without the fear of death shall be rewarded with the promised of God, as He has said in His scripture. We will live eternally in bliss and all promises kept. Though those whom seek for the flesh desires and are only self-centered on the flesh will lose and shall be judged accordingly in front of the Almighty. We preserve life without the fear of death and we shall be victorious and live on after death on the winning side. Thy Kingdom com, Thy Will be done. Blessed are those who walk the path of the righteous for their promises shall be kept by the Lord our God, Himself. Hallowed be thy name; our Lord thy God who is in Heaven and on Earth through those of the righteous. King of Kings, Lord of Lords. Praised is thy name of the almighty God, Yahweh, Jehovah Jireh The Life Prophecy This is your life¡­ Are you who you want to be? A question perfectly placed in all its glory thanks to the band Switchfoot. Now I¡¯m here to talk to you about that place you have dreamt of for so long; a place to see those close to you find their salvation from all the burdens the government of today places on them. You want to help them retire with dignity and with a schedule that they choose to plan? What is the most important thing on the face of this planet? Time. Do you want to spend your time slaving away at a dead-end job till the end of time? Or would you like to spend it travelling the globe, treating your family to the things that make life all that wonderful? Do you want to be able to enjoy family reunion, without the costs to worry about? You need a change of mentality. You want to see those around you grow strong and be able to lift up others as well? You have to make the choice, as an infamous Frenchman, friend of mine, Vinnie Savard, ¡°It¡¯s only your life.¡± You need to realize that there is no hope in our future anymore, thanks to society today and the subliminal messaging of the media. We have to see past all of the negativity and push forward with the glowing aura of positivity. You need to look for those positive remarks and realizations of life in order to take this seriously, and with utter enjoyment, which comes with being positive. Show support to those who do not have it. Be sure to share a positive remark with them, if it be a compliment or a comment. There is hard work in this business, that is why it¡¯s called business. There my be all this free time, but you need to work hard at it to make it work. It really does not start until you have been in it for 2 years or so, and that is working like a dog to breakthrough the other side. Everyone can do this, but it¡¯s not for everyone. You have to take the time and put the effort toward something to make it work, the same thing applies to this business. Actually it applies to everything in life. No matter what you do you have to place effort in its direction to make things work. Be sure to always keep it simple and show others there is more here than petty numbers. You need to put your goals and dreams at your forefront. It keeps your focus, your energy, your effort, your hard work, and your life in order and progress comes naturally. Now progress is more than just physical landmarks that says to everyone, ¡°hey! I made it this far!¡± no, progress is more intricate than the physical, there is also a mental, and even an essence of spiritual progress. You need to be focused and be positive, and never give up to accomplish great things. We are programmed and conditioned for failure, but we are made for greatness. Destiny finds those who listen, and fate finds the rest; so be positive and open minded. Are you the one who is listening? The Mind''s Eye Prophecy The Dan¡¯tian, the Sea of Chi or also known as energy. We talk about how there is something out there that connects us all and is unending and never changing. Some might call it God, others energy, or even electricity. Something so simple as a light bulb that develops a light; down to the core it is electricity, or energy, or lightening. In the movie ¡°Powder¡± the character known as Jeremy Reid was a person just like us with a far more understanding of the universe, life, and the force that connects us all, somehow. The same thing that lead¡¯s us to an area where we all come together and share with each other; when we do, an enormous potential is created there in that location. A place to meet with high intellect beyond our years. Back to Mr. Reid, or like the movie title ¡°Powder¡± was his nickname. An Albino man that was a man with incredible ability like Tesla or Einstein and even a friend of mine, Theriault. Though my friend is not fully developed; he has immense potential that only can be believed as supernatural. He only needs people that believe in him; just like we all need. In Powder, Jeremy ¡°Powder¡± was not killed. He, what only can be explained as, Ascended. Ascension, requires an amazing amount of brain activity beyond the 10% only known as the common folk¡¯s understanding of what we can do. TEAM, or better known as Mona Vie, describes them as the 95% people who only see what is inside the box. Which is everyone, but the extra 5% look beyond that and search for what is outside of the box. We all have a destiny, some choose to ignore it; others choose to embrace it. We all have a gift, some choose to ignore it and call it a curse, others choose to embrace it. We all need to step outside of the box, and take a chance with a little bit more risk. We risked relying on a combustion engine to get us to work every day or just to get away. So I¡¯m sure we all could take a risk similar to it, but with much more calibur to the potential it has. This potential is not the kind to just throw off as a dangerous one; though it does have that sense about it. We all just need a little faith and belief. Your brain, my brain, our brains are connected. Though like Powder said, we all have a black spot in our forehead that we cannot see beyond because of its origin in myth, legend, and belief. It is what some may call ¡°The Mind¡¯s Eye¡±. It is more than that it has incredible power it is an imitation of your eyes that you look through every day. It is the one thing that we all can connect through. It receives what it sees and sends it to us, but it is up to us to open up that lid that covers ¡°The Mind¡¯s Eye¡±. This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings. Like our daily eyes that we use to go about our day they need to be opened in order to work. Now the blind man has no need for his ¡°normal eyes¡± so he searches out other ways of seeing, by hearing, touching, and using more of their mind¡¯s to paint a picture of their world. It is a step to opening that Mind¡¯s Eye. It is more possible for them because their soul has not been corrupted as much. Though they have flaws in their state, so do we. We have to come pass the corruption by doing more things that enrich the soul. You see the soul is stronger when you pass beyond what you see in your daily life. The blind just have an easier time doing it; that is all. I have witnessed a Mind¡¯s Eye opening and I also have experienced it. Partly writing all this down actually is the product of me just barely opening my Mind¡¯s Eye for a peek. There Is much that the Mind¡¯s Eye is capable of, all we need to do is believe that it can be found and we all can¡­ The Powers Prophecy Christianity and the phenomena known as psychic ability and the Minds Eye AKA Third Eye. In Christianity they talk about how it is wrong to seek out help from someone known to be a seer or able to possess incredible ability. This is all known as power because man likes to hear that they ¡°have power¡±. But in reality it is a blessing that God bestowed upon his people. They did not have this ability on their own and were not ¡°blessed¡± by Satan, because it they were ¡°Blessed by Satan¡± it would have come at a cost. Because it is one thing to use ¡°powers¡± for good and another to use for ¡°personal gain¡±. If people came to this world with such ability, it was because God blessed them with such ability. But the ways of the world can twist a person to use it for the wrong cause. God gave us Free Will so he does not interfere with our choices because of His promise. Though he blesses people with ¡°power¡± and gives them opportunity to use it for the better. But he will allow Satan to test you to see if you still give thanks to the Lord for blessing you with such an ability. We are creatures of extraordinary potential, ability, and skill. We are tested to see if your heart is right and your belief is good. Never give into weakness or fear; they succumb to evil and unjust intentions. There is a righteous fear that cannot be explained as the world¡¯s definition of fear. They are completely different things. So NEVER rebuke someone because they possess ¡°powers¡± or extraordinary ability, because that is Satan¡¯s work. They say that Satan comes dressed like an angel of light. Well when Christianity rebukes a person with ability or power that is only an alteration of this fact. Do not let them stop you from enhancing or training such an ability because that ability is a blessing from the Almighty God himself. You are not a projection of evil or of the evil that Satan, dressed up as an angel of light, is. Having abilities is a gift no a curse. You are not practicing demonology when you are training your ability. You are exercising a gift of God. The Unified Prophecy Independent existence and universal existence. Each person is a vessel of their own ideal and consciousness. They are two apples from the same tree. They are connected to each other on a higher, deeper level. Though they are still their own whole apple with their opinions, ideals, and understandings. They are still connected through the stem that grows off of the branch of the same tree that the other is growing on. Both are able to understand each other through this. They cannot change each other¡¯s opinion, but they can influence a choice or decision of the other. When it comes down to it each are their own, and yet are both of the same whole. Receiving information from each other independently and collectively. Their existence is not ignored, instead is embraced while being unified through the same tree. Individualism is something that everyone has, and there is no difference between peoples interpretations. They all see themselves separate from the world; and I do not blame them! Our world is not the prettiest of sites. As Pain of Salvation said in their song ¡°Kingdom of Loss¡± ¡°Welcome to the only Earth? Please enjoy your only birth You will learn to take more than you give Buying scars you must live with Someone sold us every scar They somehow made us what we are We all want that spot at 6 PM But no one is really listening¡± If you are artistically inclined; that verse makes a lot of sense. For those who are not as inclined, it is describing Earth and what we¡¯ve become. If a visitor from outside our planet ever came, they would see that our world is war torn and no better than barbarians. No matter how much you want your voice to be heard, and even if you get ¡°¡­that spot at 6PM¡­¡± people are ignorant to the real ideal behind the government¡¯s puppet master, and the mass media¡¯s top dogs. So you see we are in a really bad situation; and I only scratched the surface of it. Now the one thing people need to understand is that we are all one. We are all linked, or connected on a level higher than the physical existence we call life. We are one world, we all want peace and live happy. At the end of the day everyone really just wants to live happy, healthy, and abundant. Individualism is recognizing that there is an existence within an existence. We are all one existence known as the human race. Each person has their own interests, habits, talents, abilities, and understandings; but at the end of the day they are all one. The existence within the existence known as the human race is individualism. It is what makes the whole ideal of being one more interesting. You see if there is something that one person is better at than you are, it just means that you are better at something that they are not. We fill each other¡¯s void. That emptiness you feel at the end of the day when you ask the question ¡°Why..¡± well the answer is becoming one with every person in the human race. Now becoming one does not involve any sexual activity, that is not what is meant by becoming one. Becoming one is when every person accepts their differences with others and live harmoniously together in this life. We compliment each other. Now a life long partner, that person that is meant for you, they accent who you are, just as you accent who they are. You see individualism cannot be accomplished until everyone becomes one and harmonious in life. Now becoming harmonious also includes nature and the environment. Our existence is impossible without them; trees are probably more important than the human existence in many cases. Without trees we would have no living environment or habitat. Trees are the perfect example of everything being in harmony and linked or connected. From the leaf on the tree to the deep roots into the earth; they show complete unity. They heal, purify, nurture, give shelter, life, and so much more. One of my favorite quotes of all time is: ¡°God: Sleeps in the Rock, Dreams in the Plants, Stirs in the animal, and Awakens in Mankind.¡± -- James Arthur Ray -- This is a beautiful expression of both God and human kind seen as one. We really need to follow this ideal to become one. Individualism is the existence within the existence of Human Kind. They are both the same thing, and they are inseparable. This is a hard concept to grasp, but all you need to do is believe it. I cannot ask any more than that. We are separate on a physical level but we are all part of the same tree. We have different interests, talents, skills, abilities, understanding, concepts, belief, practices, habits, etc. the list goes on and on. The only thing that is the closest to what sets us apart from each other is our genders, and colors. Colors is not just the color of our skin, but of our features as a human being. That is the true core of differences. We may believe in ¡°separate God(s)¡± but there is only one thing that is true in all worldly designed and manipulated religions, or belief. They all strive for peace, harmony, happiness, abundance, health, and truth. As long as you strive for the truth and support it, you will achieve what you strive for. The Wisdom Prophecy Children of Ignorance heed my words for it is the Truth¡­ There can only be one resolve, one faith, one science, one sect, one belief, one Truth¡­ All of these can only exist in one way, one path, one direction, one Future¡­ Your mind is incomplete, your understanding is limited, you have no wisdom¡­ There is knowledge beyond compare, but you have no sense of direction or reasoning¡­ You are bias and have no balance, the Truth is revealed yet you have no wisdom to comprehend or realize or understand its meaning¡­ Move away from your bias, your understanding, and look beyond it, outside of that box you call reality¡­ Knowledge is not the answer, wisdom is the answer¡­ Open your mind and accept the Truth, there is more to the Truth than meets the eye¡­ We all know the Truth, few understand it, wisdom is needed none have it¡­ Wisdom is not found in a person or Deity, wisdom is discovered within one¡¯s self¡­ Reason is needed and so is Balance, your mind must be Open before Wisdom is obtained¡­ Great Change is upon us¡­ There will be Great Change amongst the people, in the atmosphere, within the solar system, through galaxy, and within individuals¡¯ minds¡­ There is great loss, there is more to come, All will know suffering to the fullest, all will experience death¡­ During these Changes your mind will begin to awaken, there is only one of two things that will happen¡­ You will go mad¡­ or You will become wise¡­ Accept the Truth of Reality, or Fall down and be Crushed¡­ Science and Religion are identical, Logic and Synthetic are one, Fact and Belief are the same¡­ Knowledge is Power, yet crumbles under pressure¡­ Wisdom is Strength, that stands the test of space & time¡­ Specter It all happened on the cruise ship; I was a spectator, more or less. I was a ¡°specter¡± I was witnessing something that was out of the ordinary. The ship was docked and everyone was making their way onto it. People everywhere I turned, but none of them really noticed me; at least they didn¡¯t see me as a ghost at the time. I turned around to see this one person actually looking at me; he was beckoning me to come to him. I made my way over, fluently and smooth, no bounce in a step, since I was only a specter. He took me down into the lower decks; the ship was vast and decorative no matter where you went. We ended up in a room that looked like a storage facility on the ship. Though it was unlike any I¡¯ve seen, it had stables for horses or livestock, yet there was none. The stalls were all filled with hay. They were separated by wooden dividers that were a little more than picket fencing without the paint, and the points. There was a body laying in an overhead stall in a huge bundle of hay, it was the man who beckoned me. And just adjacent to him was another body, female, and attractive, laying there in a skimpy bar maid¡¯s outfit. Something pulled me into the man¡¯s body, the one who beckoned me. And the female that was adjacent to me/the man, came over climbed up and straddled me/us. My pants were undone, and she was bare under the skimpy outfit, no underwear. I could feel her as she began riding. Her shirt fell down, exposing her perfect breast, it was the left one for her, and my right hand was on it. Then a noise came from the far end of the storage facility. The female bar maid, jumped and pulled her shirt back up and I/we did up our/my pants and I flew out of the body of the beckoning man. There was another female that appeared where the noise came from. She was unlike any other female I¡¯ve seen. She was beautiful, yet something about her was repulsive. I seen a feint figure, much larger in height than her, and was nothing I¡¯ve seen; the best way I could describe it was a cross between the Borg, and the predator armor. But even that did not describe it fully. There was a face in the center of the feint figure; ironically the face was of the female. The beckoning man seemed to know her very well. I turned to see where the bar maid went, but she had made her escape after we jumped out of the ¡°bunk¡±. When I turned around again, the beckoning man¡¯s body became some sort of a mechanical device that was cylindrical in shape, it had a sphere in the middle of the cylinder. The top and the bottom of the cylinder were round and held together by rods, four of them. The sphere that was held by half hourglass shape had a glowing light on it. It was in the center of the sphere and was round in shape. The beckoning man¡¯s apparition looked at me and told me something, and then turned to the female, and told her to give back the cylinder, which was his body. They had a fuss about it. I shot down to the cylinder grabbed from her and took off to the back corner of the facility, the beckoning man was distracting her and knocked her off of her feet, I moved in closer and the beckoning man dashed out of the room, and up the flight of stairs that took them to the main deck. The female got up slowly and looked at me, her eyes moved up and down over my specter. She gave me a devious smile and dashed out of the room after the beckoning man. I chased after them, still with the cylinder in my hand. They zigzagged up a flight of stairs, and around the main deck, yet nobody that was boarding seemed to notice them fly by. They made their way out onto the pier. I followed the path they took, and flew a window by the entrance; the weird part was the window was closed. Only a single child noticed me do this, the child pointed at me, trying to get attention from the others yet the child was ignored. I gave the child a smile and a two finger salute, and headed to the pier. The beckoning man was looking up at me and pointed to the female that chased him. I turned to see her diving for me, I move to the side, as she flew by me. I took her through the ship once more, losing her on one of the decks. And then flew straight through solid walls and people to the beckoning man on the pier. I gave him the cylinder, and I look over my shoulder to see the female, giving us an ugly look. The beckoning man began to laugh and waved goodbye to the female as the ship departed from the pier. I turn to the beckoning man. I asked him something but I do not remember what it was. He then turned and made his way back into the city. Then I woke up¡­ The People''s Platform Reform on all aspects of government departments and their action plans. The right to a fair living wage for all over the age of 18. Decriminalization and legalization with regulation of cannabis(hemp/marijuana) 100% increase in R&D of renewable energy sources. 10% luxury/robin hood tax on the wealthy ($1,000,000/year+) Develop a new voting system that gives all Canadians a real chance to make a difference (mail, social media, network) Get lobbyists out of politics and set up a non-profit organization that will act as a mediator between financial incentives and policies. Abolish income tax and give back the hard earned money to the people that earned it. Reform education into a more personalized and creative learning process that is updated regularly and actually teaches people and not grade them. A Grandmother''s Last Wish The incident happened many years before electricity was wide spread, and only a luxury for the rich. An elderly grandmother was ill and on her deathbed. The Reaper was knocking at her door, when a moment of clarity would bless her soul. ''I only wished to see a fine family grow in my stead.'' The Reaper took pity upon her, as her Karma was pure. The Grandmother was given an anchor that tethered her to the living world, it was by the grace of the underworld. The turn of the century was a time of mystery and suffering. The papers covered the wall in 1912 reports. With a shake of the Reaper''s scythe her final wish was granted. Many decades later the grandmother''s house would become a home for a young hearty family. This was still a time far stretched from modern comforts as many factors were at play, forcing the young hearty family to fend for themselves. The winter was always particularly harsh in these parts. The hearty family were young enough and strong enough that they would log their own home fires, in order to stay warm and survive the harshness of Winter. This would all the young hearty family could sustain as they had inherited a slew of problems. The Old Lady''s spirit would step in on many occasions in order to see such a young family thrive even in the darkest of days. Like many young hearty families, they have their fair share of the world''s problems. From addictions, drug abuse, to disturbing amounts of alcohol. Even though all these systemic difficulties comes the instability of markets. The Grandmother Spirit never gave up, and still blessed the young hearty family. Though the structure that once was a house now could not be sustained. Like many cases in these situations, they become government collections and forced a new owner to purchase what is left of a once thriving home. As time flew by, the hearty family were now matured and in good standing. They still longed to once return home, even if all that is left was nature. A short time after nature had taken over, a foolish entrepreneur would stumble upon the once happy thriving home. The Grand Old Lady Spirit felt uneasy as the man who had come to renew the land was foolish enough to allow a mourning spirit to their own devices. The fire was suppose to restore the land, but the silly businessman cared not. The fire burned closer. The Grandmother''s Spirit was tired and had seen her wish unfold. It is time she thought. Instantly the energies shifted, and the fire grew higher. The Grandmother Soul was tired, finally able to rest her head on those she once loved. The flames grew higher, engulfing all that was left of the once happy home. The Old Lady Spirit was finally satisfied and was released from the anchor. Being purified in flames. Now even as the foolish entrepreneur had accepted his own neglect and Karmic actions. He would now be the one haunted by the once happy hearty thriving family once more. Seeking retribution for his actions by saving all the lasting memories that once decorated the once happy thriving house and home. Vol. VI: Supporting Lore & Legends of Mydraal Character Development - "Sion Trinity Chronicles" Jasper Wedgewood Skill Tree: From the lands of Mount Highmarsh, this Highland Dwarf is the one known as the Sapphire Knight, that wields his mighty Hammer-Edge enchanted with Runic magics, a specialty of the Dwarven race. Jasper is well versed in these regions of skill: Enchantment and Enforcement Heavy Armored Tank Life and Stamina build High Offense and Defense Intimidation and Aggression Runic Magics, only known to the Dwarven Empires... Jasper was a dark skinned man with a long silken like black facial hair that flowed into a magnificent beard. As is well known with the Dwarven races; they possess the strength and power of a 1000 men of average build and stature. One cautionary skill of Jasper''s is his transformation of Drunken'' Demon... Yuri Helsriche Skill Tree: Demi-human (half demon) with the Powers and Ritualistic abilities that come with the Demon race and their never ending quest to collect souls. Blessed by Hellfire a cursed child that was given tools to bind his demonic urges through the cursed weapons he possessed... The Sword of Witness and the Staff of Destructive Power... given a Tome of the Homunculi to enable his urges to be satiated. With the ever pulling grip of the Satchel of Styx, this Demi-human was never far from death... Jack Bruce Skills and Abilities: Supreme Commander of the Trion Titans and Captain of the Dune Prowlers. This hardened and aged veteran was still a force to be reckoned with; being an expert in explosives, he began his career as a Demolition Specialist and as a Heavy Weaponry Engineer. Even with such knowledge Jack would always keep his body and mind in check. Using martial arts that focus on brute strength and power. Pankration was his art of choice, a style legend that originates with Hercules. A Master of the art, his preferred weapons for melee were blunt and brutal weapons. Jack favored Technique and Balance over all other skills. This may have left him with little time or exercise for mana or energy exercises. Still Jack had a few specialties that he mastered: Buffs and Debuffs, along with Enforcement and Enhancement that opened his energy pool to Minor Blessings or Curses. Carter Wilhelm Skills: A Draconi-Tortugan Sage and Guardian of the Agarthan Empire. As an off-shoot of Draconi, Tortugans also possessed the infamous Dragon''s Breath; its affect was more original out of many styles. They possessed Swamp Breath, a type of rot-poison that would simply melt its targets from the surface contact it acts like an acid burning away at the layers that fell in its path. There were only a few Tortugan Sages that had mastery of the Breath so skilled they would create a Gemetized Breath. This acted as a type of petrification, turning its targets into crusted gems and jewels only found in the depths of the earth. Carter Wilhelm, now the current Tortugan Sage had mastery over the Elements of Earth Water and Poison. Abilities that were blessed by the Homodraconis Ancients that created the first generation of Draconi. Carter is blessed with high Defensive skills and equipped with the Sagemaster''s Staff, that would glow within its intricately designed metal wood decorations. Carter had trained in many age old magi paths obtaining the Blade of the Watcher from a group of Druids that blessed their banner for the Sage to carry as symbol of their gratitude. Helena Tremere Skill Tree: A middle-aged High-Elf that was a skilled Ranger and Scout, mastering her Bow at a very young age for Elves. Helena''s Living Yew Bow would regenerate itself over time from durability loss. Her skills in such projectile magics that she never needed to use ammunition; yet she still always carried a full quiver of arrows. Helena had talents in Ice magic and would become a master of Crystal and Gem magics, an off-shoot of Earth elements. She was given the Infinite Pouch at her coming of age ceremony as her skills would demand it, having been an avid huntress that fed the needy. This would lead to her creating Sleuth tools, Traps, Snares and other booby traps that would all have a magical effect no matter which one she would pull out. Helena graduated at the top of her Regiment, allowing her to obtain the Spellbook of Maragarde. This manuscript would be given only to the select few blessed in the arts of mana manipulation and energy creation. It contained all of the ancient spells of the High-Elves and the origins of their creations. David White Skill Tree: A mutation due to their bloodlines, Lycanthropes were a werewolf clan that had many Matriarchs that held close knit packs. White Wolf was the bloodline that David had descended from. Legends tell of a Celestial family that were condemned for sharing their beds with demons. This became their curse of the Creators, contaminating the Divine lines with tainted blood is what the Architechts called it. David of House of White were master-manipulators of Ice and snow magicks due to their origins in the eras of creation when weather systems were being created. With such skill, this allowed the descendants of House White to have 2nd Tier Arcane boosts to their attack and defense during a full-moon. One of the most powerful symbols for the Lycans. David carried a Crescent Moonblade that was an artifact of the House of White. His skill in dual-wielding stemmed from this ancient relic. The Twin-Fallen Star Daggers were an heirloom from the Creators that was considered stolen in the eyes of the Architechts, yet this was a gift only the true creator had placed in the House of White. Like many aspects of wolves and canine species, Lycanthropes were blessed with heightened sense of sight and smell, even in their humanoid form. Baubari Caitesithe - Master Thief: A midnight black Felinoid, a sort of werecat formed creation. They have been blessed as a unique creation of the Architechts that blesses them with a 9th Life-Protocol; each progressive life becomes more fierce and experienced with evolution. Having heightened senses of Hearing and even night-vision sight, allowing them to have one of the most keen-eyes of all Creation. With a natural affinity to being flexible many Felinoids were top class acrobats and performers; with having a knack for always landing on their feet. Baubari was very talented with Shadow magic, some say it was due to his bloodline as the Black Felinoids. He had such skills that aided his burglaries, like his Doppler ability. Having an inquisitive mind was always a strong suit for Felinoids, this urge for Baubari would be in engineering and designing his own creations, such as a Crossbow dual pistol, and a Blast pistol. Being Felinoid had its advantages in balance due to the tail being so dexterous that it could act as a third limb. No Master Thief is ever caught without their tools and throwing weapons. Baubari of House Caitesithe, a Clan of Felinoid royalty. Baubari was considered an odd-ball in his litter, some would call him the runt. This fated him to follow a mischievous path of thievery. This would become the beginnings of his life since his disownment. Baubari Caitsithe, an ex-thief gone rogue, only lives for today and is quite carefree at times even in the most dire of situations. He took a liking to engineering and began to build many creations that always suited the moment it w a needed or wanted. Steam-punked and mad-hatter like, Baubari Caitsithe was of another race consisting of more feline DNA. His intentions were never known and he lived out of concern. Bau as he was known as loved to be in trouble or usually arrived with it, some would show concern for his intent as he tended to always never be far from trouble. If Bau is not out making any. He had the type of personality that enjoyed the bits of Chaos that comes with all things no matter how glorious or tedious it seemed to be. Punchinello would be the closest of anything that had described Baubari, "The Mad Hatter, Caitsithe." A trickster and reveler, Baubari was one force to be reckoned with. He always enjoyed tormenting Markus J Alistar, not long after he met him. Drake Ymirnathezar - Skill Sets: In the high peaks of Theros lives an isolated tribe of Nord Draconi, in a settlement called Rakthorn. Drake is a chief''s son, of the Clan of Ymirnathezar, well renowned for their Sub-Zero Daconi Magicks. With all aspects of a Dragon, since they are the descendants of an ancient race of reptilians that had been reawakened during the great calamity. Ymirnathezar had a transformation that allowed them to dominate the skies and act like an ancient Dragon of lore''s across the world. The Ymirnathezar''s had honed their Sub-Zero skills into a whole new tier of Blue arcana... Crystallization... Drake carried a long sword, the Zweihander of Rakthos, with a distinct enchantment that counters polearms. Drake had forged his own Executioner''s Axe that he dubbed "Tzarac". Drake had also been blessed with lost arts that he worked on for thousands of hours to awaken, allowing him to have a second transformation as a winged humanoid. Blessed with incredible agility, dodge, reach and height this would be partially a weakness as the Draconi were of a heavier build than an average humanoid. This would only fuel Drake''s thirst for battle and a seeker of knowledge. The Dominion of Dwarves The Dwarven Dominion have origin myths that place them at the dawn of creation, Exiled to the Mortal Realms. Some say they had a hand in building the Formed and its secrets, having their descent of ancestry placed them as offspring of Angels and Demons. Making them a unique race of beings, that had great energy, knowledge of the raw materials of the Formed. Even having incredible fortitude and willpower making their Spirits strong and age much slower, just like Elves do. Yet Dwarves have a limited mana pool but incredible stamina and power, allowing them to become the Masters of Curses and Boons through their Runic magicks. The legend speaks of an other worldly realm where all souls of Dwarves are to reside, The Shelter of the Fated. This would become the catalyst for the Faith and Beliefs that all Dwarves have, symbolizing the Wheel, Burials, the Tides and Oceans, as well as the Terrafirma depths where they make their home. The Ancestral Living that the Architechts abandoned, calling their race a Dishonored and Discharged creation; making their souls destined to longevity and an incredible need to create and engineer...
The Domain of Elves The Scions of Sion Blade of the Watermind Lance of the Firesoul Axe of the Earthbody These weapons belong to the 3 God-heads that created humanity. They each contain their own souls as they act as the hands of creation. To create or destroy all that exists in our universe amongst all of the multiverse. The Watermind is God of information and intelligence only consisting of Truth. The Firesoul is God of faith, spirituality, and energy as the true form of Aether. The Earthbody is God of life, love and creativity being the true form of Essence. Each carried the weight of a thousand souls and wreak havoc on all of creation. Truth, Aether, and Essence are the conduits of creation and destruction of the multiverse. They are not evil nor good but only bring genuine creation, a latent ability in all humanity. Many great heroes have laid hands on each of these weapons as they now carry the soul''s of their masters. With the weight of a thousand lifetimes on each of their shoulders claiming many of the heroes lives as permanent vestiges in the plains of their design. We speak now only to give harborage for Truth, Aether, and Essence. The multiverse needs its frameworks. A new order is not something that is negative or controlling, it is simply the need for change through the evolution of things... With representatives of expertise and not inherited because of wealth. A councilor or chancellor of any field that is considered mandatory due to its nature as a need with an organized group for fields of want. Both have their places, but know this, the second cannot exist fully until its basic needs are fulfilled first, this becomes a Form of Order in Nature. Natural Law rules all and only Truth in its Truest Form will always prevail. Some call the Scions of Sion, The Trion Titans... or The Sion Trinity Guardians... This sect of dedicated followers of the Creators with the Eternal Houses as their deity hierarchy. They see the last installment of the Eternal Books of Sion... especially the Book of Deston, for this prophesied the coming of the Gatekeeper the Guardian who unites all planes of existence... This could be interpreted as the end times... The Scions are a force to be reckoned with, having both fanatics and dedicated followers of The Sion Trinity. The Shadow Wars The dark period in the timeline is where most of recorded history has lost in the sands of time. The Shadow Wars are a compilation of writings that was common until the Darkness descended upon the universe only The Rift Watchers and the sects of the Formless kept records and were often forgeries of destroyed manuscripts. This collection was kept at House Forrester but nobody seemed to care or know where it was. Just the way Lord Forrester wanted it... the Shadowmen assassins and the clan of Shadowmen. The Shadowmen are more than solid objects, they are mostly energy containing basically of a black smoke, a type of Dark Matter that harnesses Dark Energy manifesting it in the Matter universe... The Formless, or the followers of the Formless, are servants of Prime Creator. A primal collective that seeks one thing... The Formless, Prime Creator. Yet somehow this distorted and Chaotic bunch of Formless as they are called, wreak havoc and continually do so in every recorded reincarnation. Members of House Kunjiro, a Dark Shadowy group of mercenaries, assassins, rouges, etc. Being an ancient legend refers to the Formless as the Prime Creator that has no form yet shapes reality at will. Their leader, the Dark Jester, Kunjiro Fei Akuma. In ancient times, originally known as the Army of the Formless, the founding of House Kunjiro had formed in the aftermath of the First Creation, and its war that followed, The Kaiser Wars. Kunjiro Fei Akuma had earned the favor of The Gold War-King Buddah, Ewan Alistar who ended up working for Kunjiro in his younger years. There were a band of merchants that are subservient to the House of Kunjiro, and its Dark Jester. Like atypical forces of darkness, they consisted of Ranks to show level of command in the numbers of the Dark Jester Army... The Fool... The Joker... The Jester... and Grandmaster Prankster title only belonged to Kunjiro Fei Akuma. Ewan was given the reputation of Kaiser during the Dark Jester Rebellion which later became known as the Kaiser Wars. He followed up the ranks and reached a prestigious Rank of Dark Jester, this made Ewan known as one of the commander ranks of Jester, under Kunjiro''s guidance. The Rift Watchers are followers of House Alistar. There have been two distinct divisions within the members: The Faithful and The Watchful. Each denomination has their own interpretation of the First Creation. The Rift Watchers Organization is based in the original Creation. Specifically followers of the Rift, this group stems from Seraphine followers of the prophecy that the Book of Seraphine spawns the Child of Light, Prophet of the Rift... Weaver of Fate''s String... Members of the Rift Watchers can be any one who has seen or witnessed the Rift. Included in their ranks are every living creature who seeks one thing... Answers. Be it by faith or by fact they make up the sum of this rag-tag band of honest crusaders. The Kaiser Wars Mydian City... the center of crime and forbidden powers and services... Run by the Dark Kaiser''s of the Dark Lord Kunjiro''s Army... With assistance from a group of Exiled Agarthans... Is there hope for the Light to spread in such a dense dark corner of the Kingdom of Myd''raal...
The Dark Lord Kunjiro hired a group of Agarthan Exiles to service his dark deeds setting up the rituals and sacrifices needed to call upon Nezeraph, the First Creation... There were many of these Kaisers yet the top 5 were in direct command under the Dark Jesters of Kunjiro... The city of Mydian is in corruption... Everywhere you turn, there''s Nightbreed everywhere. Oddly, The Nightbreed have come to an agreement of sorts. Dividing up the Kingdom of Myd''raal, Located somewhere in Central America. Vampire''s seem to have taken over the Nightclubs, Downtown, Restaurants and few businesses. Places where a lot of people come and go. Lycan''s and Were have formed tighter bonds with each other, working together. They control most of the porting of goods and such by the docks and also have taken over the part of the city near the large woods. Demons basically being kicked to the trashier part of the city. Taking over the ghettos and slums. The Vampires and Lycans have each found a leader or ''alpha'' to lead them; Demons on the other hand. Each time someone tries to take up the reigns on leadership, they are promptly assassinated within a week or two. Demons clearly being viewed as animalistic monsters. Deep down within the depths of the city, trouble is continuously brewing. confrontations, conflicts, fighting, murder. All the things are stacking up, building up more and more towards war amongst the races of Nightbreed. Ancient artifacts of powerful magic and disaster are surfacing here and there to make things worse. Humans themselves have been gathering and banning together to try and fight back against the Nightbreed that have overtaken their city and tossed aside any form of government. The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement. Regardless. You find yourself in Myd''raal, somewhere in Central Theros. There have been rumors of people vanishing. Stories of People stalking the night, afraid of the sun. Whether you have come to aid the people, or hunt in the moonlight. You know that this is a city that has it happening. The bustle of the days, The silence of the stars amidst the fast paced beats of the techno clubs below, and the stirring of deadly nightlife activity. You feel alive... It''s time to play, so choose a side... Mydian City became the base of operations for the Dark Kaiser''s and their Archeon''s of Darkness... With the assistance of the Exiled Agarthans, with knowledge of the Origins of Power, this became a terrifying battleground... The Rift Watchers The Rift Watchers are followers of House Alistar. There have been two distinct divisions within the members: The Faithful and The Watchful. Each denomination has their own interpretation of the First Creation. The Rift Watchers Organization is based in the original Creation. Specifically followers of the Rift, this group stems from Seraphine followers of the prophecy that the Book of Seraphine spawns the Child of Light, Prophet of the Rift... Weaver of Fate''s String... Members of the Rift Watchers can be any one who has seen or witnessed the Rift. Included in their ranks are every living creature who seeks one thing... Answers. Be it by faith or by fact they make up the sum of this rag-tag band of honest crusaders. This is a simple, yet straightforward group of Mortals as their Houses are not of the Immortal realm, they live in the Eternal realm as a type of parasitic life Form that continually rotates their Houses yet all seem to follow the organized Houses of Mortals known as the House of Hunters... Following the motto of Determination: Never give up... Never give in... Stand up for what''s right... And fight until the very end... Keep pushing on and... Keep pushing forward... There is an end in sight... Let''s work together... Let''s stand here forever... Determination and its mighty plight... For now unto eternity... We shall fight with light faithfully... This band of merry Hunters have long lived reputations as more descendants from their lines began to build this ancient culture over generations. The Rift Watchers are the ones known to have scribed the popular prose and sonnets that bards would sing sharing their history through their words and dance. Some famous writings are: A Place Called Home - On the Watch for Home Ride into the Storm Humanity''s Ten Thousand Enter the Void All There Is to See Fallen Skies of Freedom A Home in Energy We Are the Ones Man on the Narrow Path In the Veil of Smoke In Time... All 11 prose, and sonnets have been shared all throughout the known history that unfolded since the incursion of the Formless and the distortions that heralded the return of ancient myths, legends, and lore''s come to life. The Religious Wars During the ancient time, when electricity did not exist. There were many documents that were written before the time of our ancestors. This has become known as dogma in modern times and has been seriously affected by these wars... Also, modern warfare, has become the target of everyone''s fears. This also has been affected by these Religious Wars... To date, there have been discoveries'' that all modern wars have been proven to have been influenced by these religious sects that have held their own beliefs and were the cause of the wars. As though they all still came to understand that we all came from the same place... the stars. Time was not much of a factor but crucially influenced all aspect of these Religious Wars and they span even far back into the 40,000 years of Progress, even before time was kept. No individual nor organized groups have known about them. Yet they still bare precedence on the present and will last on until forever into the future. This is how it has always been but has only been known in modern times. The world is a canvas that paints more than what humanity or any species would remember because they will remember those lost years and bring up a new force that was never thought possible... Creation... The whole of creation has always been the driving force behind all things that have been, and that will ever be... The diversity of it is a whole other legend. Where good and evil have its origins and continuously exist. You cannot have one without the other, it simply does not happen. The multiverse is a mysterious thing and has always been part of creation since its origins... This was in the Lost Books of the Old Ways... the will to survive... Creation is only beginning to unravel and life at its awareness seems to be holding steady and strong. Now the multiverse includes all sorts of things and seems to be unravelling at our fingertips... Knowing your strength and weaknesses are where good and evil collide... You simply cannot have one without the other... As above, So below... as Markus likes to always say... There is more to this universe than meets the eye... All species and humanity have become part of creation, and it has always been... We may wonder why it is species and humanity, when it seems to be kind of the same thing... This is also simply not true... This is because humanity is in more than just Earthlings in the Milky Way Galaxy, These religious wars also span more than just home, they include the whole of creation... There is no truth like divine truth, but this also depends on a person''s strength... Yes divinity is within us all, but do not get too cocky to think you can take on the Whole of Creation alone... This has never made sense and may never will, but creation may always will be... The Religious Wars have always needed this inclusion, for it never made much sense; but is the ultimate truth, factual truth that include the Whole of Creation... There are many things that hide in both good and evil that seems to keep the Whole of Creation stable and continually existing... This has become more than a species debate but shows where humanity lays in the goodness of hearts... This life is more than just wonderful, it is precious and more valuable than any gold or tender that is used to dictate wars in the name of good and evil for without this there would not be creation... Only Chaos will anything and everything exist, which dictates for Order no matter the cost with good and evil stuck in the middle... This is where Logic and Reasoning make their appearances... This is because of the Whole of Creation... There is no sense in destroying something if it only was there for the right reasons... yet humanity is to blame for it belongs to both good and evil... Honor, Respect and Judgement have its origins... This is because the Whole of Creation simply would not exist... This is where evil takes root for it fears unending Force of Creation, where good takes root... Balance is kept when all things exist eternally in a stalemate of Life... For the Whole of Creation also fears death... This is where humanity shines... it belongs to balance... All are capable of it yet non seem to care... This is the result of the Religious Wars; this is also where humanity is vital... For nothing can exist if there was nothing there in the first place... The ending result is Creation... This is where divinity lives... For all things are living and the result of their parts therefore only divinity can be present because of existence... Existence is ruled by Balance; which belongs to Humanity... The Religious Wars are waged by humanity and only on itself, since it too is part of the Whole of Creation... These are the teachings shown to us through Markus... and The Whole of Creation... There is only war... but for what, against whom, and why is it up to humanity to fix it? Because it is Humanity that created it and the war is on the Whole of Creation... since it is the nature of The Whole of Creation... The Religious Wars were part of a much grandeur design that not even the Whole of Creation is more than just myth, it is True Fact... The myth is the space between truth and stories... Where things are not fully known but only to those who fix them... Where the great stalemate is sealed and the Truth about things is Created... Where Order and Chaos rule in Harmony... Will there no longer be a Religious War and Existence is created with the Whole of Creation... Balance is struck and both Good and Evil reside in their Dimensions and Humanity will no longer be a threat to itself again... Oh the Humanity... All that has been told and shared is dogma and constructs the misconceptions and misrepresentations of what Truly is the only war... The Religious War; this is where belief in anything resides and is why all that exists are Religious... For the sake of Humanity, please, do not turn a blind eye to this; for it bares Truth... For Honor... For Respect... For Judgement... and For Truth... Hunters - The Origin of Mortals This is a simple, yet straightforward group of Mortals as their Houses are not of the Immortal realm, they live in the Eternal realm as a type of parasitic life Form that continually rotates their Houses yet all seem to follow the organized Houses of Mortals known as the House of Hunters: The line of Van-Helsing of Russia: Abraham, Issac, Venkman, Windchester The line of Quartermane of Spain: Allen, Devon, Theresa, Tina The line of Harker of Europe: Jonathan, Mia, Eliza, Jason The line of Morris-Belmont of America: Quincy, Jones, Michael, Michelle Vampires & The Origin of Deathwalkers From the the cursed... or blessed... actions of Nezeraph, The First Creation has allowed the Lords of Vampirism a new life to bring havoc upon the worlds... These are the Lords of Vampirism and their kin... With blood for blood as the sub-straight of their nefarious Houses... The line of Nosferatu of Europe: Dracula, Alucard, Rasputin, Cain The line of Sangrin of Persia: Serg, Amelia, Elizabeth, Hector The line of Ashirra of Asia: Lucian, Edmond, Soma-Cruz, Jonas The line of Tremere of Spain: Trevor, Marcus, Arnold, Helena The line of Laibon of Egypt: Kraven, Gilles, Mina, Nikolas The line of Valentine of Russia: Viktor, Vincent, Veronica, Vlad These Immortal Houses of Vampirism have been the key antagonizer of the Blood Wars and the agitators of the War for the Wasteland... With so much history and carnage left in their wake... The Formless The Formless, or the followers of the Formless, are servants of Prime Creator. A primal collective that seeks one thing... The Formless, Prime Creator. Yet somehow this distorted and Chaotic bunch of Formless as they are called, wreak havoc and continually do so in every recorded reincarnation. Members of House Kunjiro, a Dark Shadowy group of mercenaries, assassins, rouges, etc. Being an ancient legend refers to the Formless as the Prime Creator that has no form yet shapes reality at will. Their leader, the Dark Jester, Kunjiro Fei Akuma. In ancient times, originally known as the Army of the Formless, the founding of House Kunjiro had formed in the aftermath of the First Creation, and its war that followed, The Kaiser Wars. Kunjiro Fei Akuma had earned the favor of The Gold WarKing Bhuddah, Ewan Alistar who ended up working for Kunjiro in his younger years. There were a band of merchants that are subservient to the House of Kunjiro, and its Dark Jester. Like atypical forces of darkness, they consisted of Ranks to show level of command in the numbers of the Dark Jester Army... The Fool... The Joker... The Jester... and Grandmaster Prankster title only belonged to Kunjiro Fei Akuma. Ewan was given the reputation of Kaiser during the Dark Jester Rebellion which later became known as the Kaiser Wars. He followed up the ranks and reached a prestigious Rank of Dark Jester, this made Ewan known as one of the commander ranks of Jester, under Kunjiro''s guidance. The Eternal Houses The Eternal House of Forrester has been seen in all levels of reality. Forrester is one of the Everlasting houses of Light in the multiverse throughout existence. In all forms and levels of eternity, House Forrester, have been thought to be a separate entity from the Architecht''s. Forrester is known to them for it''s eternal permanence, since they created the universe. The House of Forrester existed far before the Architecht''s became aware. House Forrester is an enigma that has baffled the Architecht''s and awed them with it''s eternal existence. House Forrester is a source of energy that came into existence once the first planet was formed. Forrester exists in the Aether as the guardians of Life. Created from the first tree as it grew in soil as a seedling. The Formless needed an avatar to ensure the first creation, persisting through all forms of Earth, Terrain, and Vegetation. When the elements came to be, they knew Forrester and seen them as Family. Fire was the next to be born, having its own Avatar, then followed by Water, it also had it''s avatar. Then Aether began to pulsate and gave Forms to the Formless. A ruling house to guide each of them. These became the First Guardians of Forms. Summoned by the Formless. Reikin, Alice, Audrey, and Deston were all members of the Immortal Houses that were set in place as each element came into being. Reikin Forrester was gifted endless reincarnation until his final Immortal Host is bestowed upon him at the end of days. He is true to his element of Earth and all its Creation. Alice Seraphine was gifted endless beauty through her untimely essence. She never ages yet her Forms are young in image they are as old as the Grey''s portrait. Her Immortal Host is bestowed based on the Time in which her existence has aged to perfection as the end times draw nearer. She is true to her element of Water in all of its glory. Deston Zexedaros was gifted with Endless Raw energy. His appearance is a strange one as he embodies fire in all its rays. Young or old he always carried a mark of his kind. His Immortal Host is bestowed with Fire and passion his form is accustomed to his needs as the end comes. Deston is true to his element of Fire and takes all his forms to Energy. In his final form he often would correct others saying Zexedaros Deston instead of Deston. Audrey was gifted with eternal youthfulness, yet faded between cycles as the end times would draw near. She is true to her element of Air in total necessity that it became obscurity. The house of Scrirocco may suffer through such times, yet the influence of the Mortal Realms is undeniable, allowing Audrey to become the Scribe of the Gods. The Creators of existence, benevolent society of tall monk-like deities that exist between spaces outside of our reality. Simply put they are the great engines of creation that made all living things... Origins of Lycanthropy A notable exception to the association of Lycanthropy and the Devil, comes from a rare and lesser known account of an 80-year-old man named Thiess. In 1692, in J¨¹rgensburg, Livonia, Thiess testified under oath that he and other werewolves were the Hounds of God. He claimed they were warriors who descended into hell to battle witches and demons. Their efforts ensured that the Devil and his minions did not carry off the grain from local failed crops down to hell. Thiess was steadfast in his assertions, claiming that werewolves in Germany and Russia also did battle with the devil''s minions in their own versions of hell, and insisted that when werewolves died, their souls were welcomed into heaven as reward for their service. Thiess was ultimately sentenced to ten lashes for idolatry and superstitious belief. Remedies Various methods have existed for removing the werewolf form. In antiquity, the Ancient Greeks and Romans believed in the power of exhaustion in curing people of lycanthropy. The victim would be subjected to long periods of physical activity in the hope of being purged of the malady. This practice stemmed from the fact that many alleged werewolves would be left feeling weak and debilitated after committing depredations. The Lycans were from bloodlines that held specific characteristics. These family bloodlines would become known as the House of Lycans, or Werewolves for the commoner. We start with a brief listing of Bloodlines... The line of Lycaon of Greece: Felix, Markus, Lucian, Titus The line of Cicatri of Persia: Romulus and Remus, Mark-Antony, Scara The line of Brenin of Europe: St. Peter, St. Stephen, Gabriel, William The line of Huen of Asia: Daji, Kitsune, Kumikho, Himiko The line of Reyendos of Spain: Lauren, Lucas, Daniel, Wendy The line of Aker of Egypt: Cleopatra, Anubis, Seth, Isis The line of Hecate of Russia: Anna, Jessica, Anton, Jacob Each line covers all eras of Lycan rule through the centuries, giving us a taste of the dark mysteries behind some of the greatest of legends and lore. There mysterious race of Werebears, who show up in the oddest of places... Coming from a race of merchants of relics, the Werebear had ties with the Lycans... Much of their evolution was similar, yet unlike the Lycanthropy divine curse, the Werebear was an experimental chimera like operation, dubbed Ursenthropy... Grog-go became a wonder amongst these merchants not realizing it was tainted by the Three Werebear Admirals... The Drakoni & The Origins of Reptilians Homodrakonis - Dragonkin For many years the world only knew one kind of dominant species. Giant lizards that shook the ground just by simply walking. They were cold blooded creatures who were very primal in nature but held great wisdom that would send them onward into a new evolution. They soon would loose their excess weight and stand upright on their hind legs. This was the natural order of species. The first to reach Homodraconis were the raptor class of dinosaurs that had one of the largest brain mass amongst the dinosaurs. This was not uncommon to see but some of the offspring of another gene pool were thousands of times stronger than raptors such as the brontosaurus. Eventually this would no longer matter as the evolution of reptilians gave birth to the new dino-race of Dragonkin that included all species of dinosaur and gave them all an upright stature along with the warming of blood by a natural evolved form of a poison gland that gave all Homodraconis fire breath. The biology behind this type of poison would allow a sub section of the lungs to produce a chemical that would react with the specialty poison stored inside the gland and spray out of a ventricle from under the tongue which reacted with the oxygen almost instantaneously and be forced out in a burst of flames. Since all Dragonkin possessed this gene there was equality amongst the communities. With all this change in DNA all species of dinosaur inherited all attributes of each other giving rise to an omnivorous species. Their history continued and progressed just like any other creature and developed into a community with commerce. Just as expected for creatures of great potential. During Trevor DeMonch''s time with the people in the Land of Dragons. It became quite evident this new evolution from a Reptilian-Erectus, and became an overwhelming amount for a sub-class citizen. This is not to talk down their species as a whole, only that when two Homodraconis, as they become to be known, mate they are so fertile that when a female becomes with babe(s)... Yes they seemed to have adapted their primitive origins of nesting and laying of eggs. So when two compatible Homodraconis mate they are guaranteed to have multiple children as their eggs are so fertile and full of life, that the male counterpart need only to be non-sterile. So their population exploded after the Great Encounter. Though they were few when landed, it only took them 5-10 years to outnumber the local populus. For many years their world only knew one kind of dominant species. Giant Lizards that shook the ground just by simply walking. They were cold-blooded creatures who were very primal in nature but held great wisdom that would send them onward into a new evolution. They soon would lose their excess weight and stand upright on their hind legs. This was the natural order of species. The first to reach Homodraconis were the Raptor Class of dinosaurs. They had one of the largest brain masses amongst all the dinosaurs. This was no uncommon to see but some of the offspring of another gene pool were thousands of times stronger than raptors. Such as the Brontosaurus. Eventually this would no longer matter at the evolution of Reptilians gave birth to the new Dino-Race of Dragonkin. This included all species of dinosaur and gave them all an upright stature along with a warming of blood by a natural evolved form of poison-gland that gave all Homodraconis Fire Breath. The biology behind this type of poison would allow a sub-section of the lungs to produce a chemical that would react with the specialty poison stored inside. The gland would spray out of a ventricle from under the tongue, which reacted with the oxygen almost instantaneously and be forced out in a burst of flames. Since all Dragonkin possessed this gene there was equality amongst the communities. With all this change in DNA, all species of dinosaur inherited all attributes of each other giving rise to an omnivorous species. Homodraconis'', or Drakoni as they have called themselves, history continued and progressed just like any other creature and developed into a community with commerce. Just as expected from such beautiful, powerful, and full of great potential''s Vol. VII: The Book of Scrirocco Book of Scrirocco Enclosed belongs to the long forgotten lineage of Alice and her descendants; one of which belonged to Isabelle Alice Seraphine, mother of Markus Alistar, son of Ewan Alistar. We focus our attention here, to give a full spectrum of the anthology of The Sion Trinity. One of which belongs to the House of Seraphine. House Forrester and House Deston follow this same lineage of the Trinity. Our legend encompasses all the works of the Seraphine line with Markus. By our Art, we Scriers of Knowledge be with you always in the Forms of letters and numbers. We Scrirocco, Scribes of the Gods, shall bestow upon thee, worthy reader, and may the wisdom of the Gods be with you. We foretell an ancient lore, in the Legends of Creation; based in the platonic solids, stemming from the basis of three and eight. Showing how life continues on a larger scale through the conduits of construction the Architecht''s greatest tools: Truth, Aether, and Essence. These tools give structure and framework for Creation. Given the Truth as an asset, there is no shame in honesty and willingness to accept the truth, for it is meant to be true. Living in the planar existence of Aether lies the keys to endless energy that gives essence unto all. Bound by origin, in the essences of the elements give rise to water, fire and earth, where Aether is reflected through essence. Watermind, Firesoul, and Earthbody give rise to essence in order to reflect existence of Aether. Each possess energy in the form of light where life exists. Given the building blocks of creation, life is given Form. Find its form, exists in energy. Form is taken and shown to the world to help thyself understand itself. None are separate, all are one, and life is given Form and has its origin in the Elements. The platonic solids are Forms of Essence existing in both Aether and Essence. Giving rise to Truth as it holds the key to Form. Essence and Form harbour Fire, Water, and Earth. Allowing Spirit, Energy, and Light to flow and create our world. Amongst the universe we inhabit. The Multiverse grows, ever expanding. Watermind lived a thousand times looking for Earthbody who lived a thousand times looking for Firesoul who live a thousand times looking for Watermind. When each found the other it gave rise to a new world making Essence rise from Aether, and taking Form. Given Light to energy, our spirit rose and filled Form. A thousand times as each gave Form to the universe. Making the Multiverse strong, and ever expanding. We call this the Sion Trinity. Where each Scion of Creation exists, we shall do its work and show the world its Truth, Essence, and Aether. The Sion Trinity are but tools for creation though they are not evil nor good they are but conduits of creative energy. There shall be a Sentinel, a Form of Guardian that shall ensure the balance of this intricate design in Three Forms''. A blade, a spear, and axe. One Guardian for each Form. We bestow the Guardians of the Sion Trinity a soul made of Aether and Essence to enable Form, with wings of pure light and a power of creation, who shall see Truth and take action to restore balance in the world. These guardians will be of Highborn and of an Essence of Form. This will ensure the Sion Trinity balance. Giving Form to all things. May Truth, Spirit, and Light forever bless existence for the Balance is kept, Life will go on. As a scribe of Scrirocco, I Audrey have been blessed by the Architecht''s and The Trinity will now transcribe the vision of The Gods: Orb... the size of a single marble, and just as hard. It floats above surfaces, never making contact with the ground when dropped. Interacts with anyone of the chosen blood; as it has its own intelligence, A... tool as it could be considered, that possesses incredible power. When trained and worked with, they increase the chosen blood''s power, skill, intelligence, and trains them while in the chosen blood''s possession. These tools are rare and have no duplicates, other than false imitations. The Orb''s are colored in order to distinguish one from another, for... there... are... three... Green, Blue, and Red... I bring this vision to close and let the word of the Gods enlighten you as they have me. We scribes of Scrirocco, have had many sorts of visions, prophecy, and oracle predictions. This may be scrutinized by the outside viewers, yet our words have hung true through the ages. So speak plainly and move on for our words hold weight in Truth. ~Audrey H. Scrirocco Enclosed belongs to the long forgotten lineage of Alice and her descendants; one of which belonged to Isabelle Alice Seraphine, mother of Markus Alistar, son of Ewan Alistar. We focus our attention here, to give a full spectrum of the anthology of The Sion Trinity. One of which belongs to the House of Seraphine. House Forrester and House Deston follow this same lineage of the Trinity. Our legend encompasses all the works of the Seraphine line with Markus. Isabelle A. Seraphine-Alistar was a young bride who was betrothed to Ewan Alistar when she became with child one passionate night at the Kunjiro Galla. The man hosting was none other than Kunjiro Fei Akuma. A quiet man with the wealth of a small kingdom and Baron of the Wastelands, where we find Markus and his family living out what turned into being their final days together... Twas a simple cabin in the woods not far up the side of a mountain. The view was stunning as the valley opened up from the side of the property. Markus'' father had built a bench that overlooked the rolling hills specked with trees and fields. At the other end of the valley it sprawled out opening up to a small harbour, known to have frequent shipwrecks, especially during fierce storms. Famed to have sunken treasure that was guarded by a fearsome seabeast. Or so Markus'' father, Ewan, would tell him. Markus thought little of the seabeast but his eyes would glow at the thought of treasure. It was a foolish boy fantasy but Ewan smiled when Markus would ask about the lost ships that truly had sunk. Isabelle had to run off with Ewan in order to survive. The Shadowalkers had nearly killed off what remained of the Trion Titans, guardians of Sion. NOw that the Shadow Wars had taken their toll. They went into hibernation thanks to the efforts of the Trion Titans. Now divided, each member went their separate ways... the unity of the Trion Titans and the Guardians of Sion. Ewan was a General, and one of the Trion Titans. Leader of the Blood Barons in the Kaiser Wars. The Kaiser Wars were against the Shadowmen and their assassins. They were members of the Formless. creatures of darkness that emulate Forms, most commonly human Form. Some are faceless, others are nothing but darkness, shadows on the wall that creep in and slaughter anything in its path. The Trion Titans were formidable men and women, warriors of the highest regard and shaped the reality we live in. Serving the Houses of Creation. Ewan was a member of House Seraphine but had no relation to them. Only was part of the Orphans that were recovered during long campaigns into the Wastelands. Not long after Isabelle and Ewan were chased off by the Shadowmen, they found refuge in Lord Kunjiro''s Lands. Though difficult were the terms agreed upon, Ewan was left with little choice, and no real wealth to call his own. Lord Kunjiro was a cold kind of man, liked spending time alone in a locked up office. Some say he communes with demons when hearing lots of spiritual chanting and flickering of what was left of a gerry rigged electrical system. Information on such trades was scarce in these times. Yet self motivated scrap monkeys and backyard hobbyists could only conjure up such mechanisms to even have such luxury. Ewan was but young of age; to ensure stability for his newly betrothed, but not too far from age to start apprenticing with such a man as Kunjiro Fei Akuma. Though greuling were his terms, it ensured security amongst the Kunjiro ranks. As time passed Ewan had amassed some wealth and reputation through the land as the Lord Kunjiro''s apprentice. Only as Ewan drawn closer to the lord did he see the true nature of his foul and disturbing lord. Ewan only heard rumors and assumptions through the ranks. Yet could hardly believe a fraction of them. Yet Ewan had the blinds removed as the fog rolled back on the persona that became known as the Dark Wizard Kunjiro. As apprentice of the lord of the land, Ewan became the most trusted person to Kunjiro. It was unimaginable to Kunjiro at the point in his life he was not prepared for the coming rebellion, formulated by his most trusted. This would be enough to make a man go mad, but a man like Kunjiro, his darkness only became emptiness... These events later roll themselves out; as for now Ewan was in the process in obtaining land to settle in and have the family of his dreams. This next passage came in a dream like vision, from the perspective of Markus Alistar... It was at a workshop on developmental Tradesperson and Vendors. A type of social gathering for new ideas at surviving in the Wasteland. Markus had finished the 4th installment of a Tradesperson. It was inside an older building near an exit that led to a larger castle like building that was on the verge of collapsing. Something had called Markus'' attention was now on other matters of the spirit world. As Markus signalled to his colleague in the seats that were of a stand like description, in front of a white board where their work was being done, a voice called out to Markus, and he left through the exit closest to the room they were working in. As Markus approached the now collapsed section of the old castle like building, there was a feint light that was glazing over where the outside world met the collapsed wall. He continued on as he reached the building, Markus had lost memory of who he was, in the sense there was no individualism that existed for the time he was engulfed in this feint light. Markus looked into the building and heard a voice calling once more, for the Sentinel. It called out this name that Markus remembered no more, it called out several times to him and his body began to move on its own, with Markus still conscious of self but was intertwined with the higher self. Markus headed back to the previous building that he had left earlier. Calling out the name that was given to him and down came a person who was preparing to do this presentation for the next idea for this new system. Markus recognized him as Mecai, a good friend that attended educational organizations, with Markus several years back... This was a future that Markus was enjoying and has not come to pass yet... Mecai bounded the stairs in the stands in moments and was at Markus'' side. Mecai bowed before Markus and then was led by Markus into the feint light in the collapsing building. Mecai nodded his head as Markus asked him if he wa the name in which was called out, but do not recall. Mecai again nodded and stepped into the middle of the room inside the collapsed part of the castle like building. Mecai closed his eyes and began to do a meditation and prayer. Markus was not familiar with. When Mecai finished he became a translucent body of light and Markus became a spectral like body and became an observer. Mecai spoke to the spirit that called for him and Markus was unable to recall the conversation. Mecai then asked if there was more to see inside this sector of the spirit realm. The script claimed there was much and Mecai nodded and headed into the neighboring room where a stairs led down into a larger area in this collapsing castle like building. Markus had moved into the neighbouring, he passed half way down the stairs and his eyes adjusted and were able to see through walls and floors to see what he was going to do. Mecai looked around, still in his translucent body as Markus observed him. Mecai then noticed a small stack of baskets and weaving materials in a corner of the room, he headed over to them. Markus had to pass cack into the previous room to have a clear view of the baskets and seen that there was something stirring in them. Mecai claimed that there was some sort of spirit there that was disturbing the stability of this area of the castle like building and allowed the veil between dimensions, that existence and the spirit realm, to be weakened. Markus nodded in agreement after he noticed that Mecai must have had the same ability as he, to peer through walls in such a manner. Mecai nodded back at Markus and then looked over at the spirit that called them there. She was warned that there was something dangerous about this entity that weakened that veil between worlds. The spirit sounded like a feminine voice. She took Form as a specter. Mecai then turned around and peered through the baskets and as Markus was about to do the same, he had awoken... Scriers of Scrirocco, hark these words as we discover who the Gatekeeper Truly is... Markus was running through an old part of town and met up with a person he recognized. Markus'' acquaintance had achieved a higher state of evolution. He could become one of the Four Basic Elements. As long as he had a sudden surge of change in his state, A shockwave of energy bursts out from him and sent Markus and himself into a phased dimension between reality and this new unfamiliar reality. There were only subtle changes but they were very defining... Buildings abandoned, not a soul in sight. The sky was darkened over, but the sun still broke through the clouds and gave them a rusty brown tinge. The person Markus was with accused him of their situation. He stood up and brushed himself off and walked off dispersing into an ether cloud and vanished. Markus was left alone on the streets of this barren world. He walked for some amount of time that he could not define, since time was relative in this reality. Markus passed alley after alley, there were a few people that had lost all hope and will. Markus paid little attention to them, but he had the feeling that a few looked at him with a more sinister intent. Markus knew he was being watched and followed. He turned down a street he knew but it was just as barren as the rest of this place. Markus reached a friend''s residence, or at least it was in his place in the reality Markus was from. The wind picked up and stirred dust clouds, and a whirlwind of fallen leaves. Markus hurried into the building. It was an unsettling feeling that filled Markus as he began to climb the stairs. He heard a scurrying sound of what should have been his friend''s pet dog, but it seemed a bit fast and there was a light thud that was never present with their dog. Markus took note of it and stayed on guard and continued up the stairs. Markus reached the second floor, he proceeded to the lounge where his friend''s grandmother had spent her last days rocking in a chair. It was eerie in that room, Markus could have sworn he could still feel her presence there. Suddenly there was a shriek that came from above Markus'' head and off to the left. The best description would be a banshee howl. It would not have surprised Markus if it was one, he told himself, and Markus spoke too soon because it ended up being just that, a banshee Form of Markus'' friend''s grandmother. Markus backed out of the room keeping his guard up. Dashing up the next flight of stairs. Markus walked across the room; again he heard the wift scurrying and light thudding of what he thought to be his friend''s dog. This time something dashed passed Markus about six feet in front of him. It was quick, all Markus seen was a black shade, with a crimson tinge. He looked around rapidly for the first weapon he could find, there was nothing of use yet Markus continued to proceed into the side room, that the shade dashed into. As Markus was just beyond the doorway he seen a beam of sad looking light, there was a rather large hole in the roof that broke through the next several floors. Markus was a bit relieved but not for long. The shade had dashed across the hole and then down to the floor that Markus was on. It sat there, in a darkened corner for a moment Markus could see the glint of light off its eyes, they were an amber colour. It looked to sand up and change Form. As it walked on two feet in Markus'' direction. Markus knew it was a friend, Sheila. Markus began to ease up and let some of the tension go. Yet he was unsure if she would recognize him in this reality. Sheila had a surprise look on her face, she could not believe what she seen, Markus. "You''re Alive!" Sheila said, with energy to support the expression. She came right up to Markus and gave him the biggest bear hug he has ever received. Sheila took him to the upper most floor of the building. Markus began to make the connections it was an apartment building she owned and lived in. Now with the state of the world in this reality, it was barren and Sheila was the only living soul that she knew in the building. Sheila explained what had happened and Markus told her his story, with the elemental chameleon. Sheila made the connection and realized Markus was not the Sentinel she once knew yet he was the exact same person she remembered from the days and several years after high school. Sheila said the elemental chameleon was an old friend of ours but has lost most of his memories of them. Sheila said the reason Markus was brought from his reality into theirs was because of the verge of evolution that Markus was about to go through, it was exactly like that of the Sentinel she grew up with. Being so close to one of the many partial rifts happening in both Markus'' reality and Sheila''s, gave him the initial nudge needed to cross it. The Rifts are by-products of what had happened in Sheila''s world, and it was trying to merge both Sheila''s and Markus'' Reality. Sheila explained to him what would happen and what kind of abilities that would awaken in Markus due to his evolution. Now intrepid reader, we Scribes of Scrirocco, are of an ancient House and have seen the Sion Trinity search each other out in those Thousand times they seeked. These words are spoken through our priests and monks, are but visions, mere dreams to our kin, yet are so vivid that many of our adepts feel as though they are having this experience, but through the Scrirocco Teachings, our visions are of others among the Gods that are living these dreams. Our Scriers become so engrossed in our teachings that they are consumed by their visions, and like Air, the sacred element of Scrirocco, they are exhumed and consumed in the breath of the Gods. Let us continue our teachings as Scriers of Scrirocco... Time passed, and Markus was not sure how much flow of time. He was at Sheila''s place where they were discussing plans for the day. They ended up at a place that was livelier than the area where Markus first appeared, in this reality. It was a massive castle like Mansion. Yet it was rattled in some areas, and other areas had no shelter from the elements, but it was still filled with many people. Other areas were rotting and looked like they were about to give in under the weight on the supports, yet people still mingled in the area. There was a court yard that had some activities going on. People of all ages gathered here. It was the only haven that was within the city. There was also a rift close by but was inactive. No person can see it with their naked eye, except for a select few, most of which kept to themselves and were rarely seen. Markus was one of them... The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. Now, avid student of literature, Scrirocco will now relay to you the Truth behind our Lore... We speak of the Sentinel''s father... Ewan Alistar, and the Trion Titans... Here we share the communique between Audrey Scrirocco and the House of Alistar. Ewan''s involvement with the Trion Titans, made him a force to be reckoned with during his time involved with them. They were a group of war-battered heroes of the old past; their legend is a long one, but here is some excerpts from Ewan''s time with the Trion Titans, and his Blood Barons... A man of the sword and part of the Trion Titans. These Titans only consisted of three leaders, and their few people of valour. They may have been few, but each of the leaders were capable men who could have taken on whole armies. These men were of a Blessed Race, still unknown to us today; but they are easily traced back to the race of Nephilim. Ewan Alistar was the 2nd in Command out of three Leaders. He was the Commander and Chief of the Blood Barons. Trevor DeMonch was the 3rd in Command, he was Leader of the Higher Monarchs. Jack Bruce is the Lead General of the Trion Titans, in command of the Dune Prowlers. Each battalion only had an average of 5 to 6 people, but contained many people upwards of a thousand troops each, at the peak of their era. Tese men were well trusted and well trained for all environments, but all had their strengths, skilled in many styles, men of renown. Audrey had collected casefiles on each of the Trion Titans. As expected of the Head Matriarch of Scrirocco. We now share these timeless documents and incorporate them in our scrying, in the Form of Profiling... Refer to Character''s: Ewan Alistar Trevor DeMonch Jack Bruce Hark, honest reader, these are the words of Scrirocco, by the hand of the Matriarch, Audrey. The leaders of the Trion Titans are a Creation of Lore by the word of the Gods, and by the hand of the Scribe. Original ideation that sprouted out of the seed of legend. Now you are able to have a little insight on both these creations, lore, and legends... enjoy. We Scriers of Scrirocco, continue our documentation of the Gods Lores, we share the origins of Ewan''s Blood Baron''s. Known to leave their enemies blood all over the battlefield, though they were drenched with the enemies blood as well. Their enemies blood was thought to have given them superhuman strength that allowed them to overpower their enemies; even though they may not have looked like cold hearted killers. They honored their enemy knowing they could have been the one''s on the ground dead, but they keep on going about their duty. Ewan Alistar, leader and mentor of the Blood Barons. A man of the sword in the ancient art of Aikido, he spent years becoming a true samurai. Next we speak of the Sentinel. This dream was partaken by the guide of Scrirocco, for Markus Alistar. Hark his words, for he is The Sentinel. Quoting scripture from ancient texts that were lost to this world, centuries before the Shadow Wars... The Nephilim were on the earth in those days -- and also afterward -- when the sons of God went to the daughters of humanity and had children by them. They were the heroes of old, people of renown. Genesis 6:4 Ewan Alistar was a hero of the past, a man of the sword and part of the world famous Trion Titans. Markus only had very few memories of Ewan and his friends as they were always gone off defending him, their families and friends. There were three smaller groups inside the Trion Titans. Each member had their own platoon. Markus'' father was "The Blood Barons", now these people were not of royal descent, the name just made it sound interesting. Ewan would always tell Markus stories of his pilgrimages through most of the Eastern world, mainly through Asia, as it was known to our ancestors. From before the Shadow Wars. One story Ewan told Markus about, that really had him hooked in becoming just like his father and his friends. The story he told Markus, Ewan unofficially titled "The Soulmonger War". Markus was about seven at the time of the telling of Ewan''s story. In the third dream of Scrirocco, the Heroes of the Past... Ewan Alistar continued on his story as though it happened only yesterday... They were heading out on their routine patrol, Trevor and the Higher Monarchs headed off to fight in the land of dragons, Uncle Jack and the Dune Prowlers explored the deserts of the East, and of Asia; but one particular country had Ewan and the Barons there for several months... Thailand. It was smooth sailing for the first few weeks that the Blood Barons stayed there. Only the occasional uproar of local Soulmongers that owned some of the coastline along the Andaman Sea. A few days after the time of relaxation there was a great uproar from the Soulmongers. They began to invade in-land into the local villages and killing off all those that resisted. Ewan caught wind of this, a shy too late. The village was pillaged and the supplies either stolen or destroyed. At that moment it was the Blood Barons turn to take action! They planned for months before even arriving in Thailand, how they were to eradicate the Soulmongers. It was time to put theory into practice. The Blood Barons began their attack discretely as to not draw attention to the Soulmongers of their movements. As Ewan remembers it, the temperatures were cold as night had fallen, for such a location as the Andaman Sea. The cold was irregular for the location; yet they did not lose their head over such things. Ewan and the Barons entered the encampment and took out all the night guards swiftly as to not awaken the rest of the Soulmongers. There were a few close calls but it was handled swiftly. Their leader always hid himself in a nearby cave for protection. This is when the trouble arose. The Blood Barons were spotted by a scout whose own smarts got the best of him. Though they were detected the archers made quick work of the scout. Now the real battle had begun. As more of the Soulmongers arose the more the word had gotten to their leader. The Soulmonger commanding General escaped at the last moment before his forces were engulfed in arrows. The time it took to track down the commanding Soulmonger was what made things worse. The commanding Soulmonger General had the ability to turn those who were at loss of hope into Soulmongers. Since it was a very impoverished area of the country there was no problem for the commander to build up a force so quickly in the few hours he had escaped. They travelled with unthinkable speed. Luckily the Blood Barons were equipped to handle such attacks. They did not want to harm those who were influenced by the power of the commanding Soulmonger General. The Blood Barons incapacitated most of the force. The commander Soulmonger had almost escaped if it was not for Jack''s force, the Blood Barons would have lost all sight of the commanding Soulmonger General. Jack had finished doing a mission in the Sin Kiang Desert, and made haste down south to aid the Blood Barons. Jack ambushed the the commanding Soulmonger General and his few remaining loyal guards. Ewan and the Blood Barons took away the weapon that had turned the people into Soulmongers, and locked away the commander Soulmonger in the hidden prison. There was no hope left for the general, for he was assassinated shortly after his capture in the prison. Some say the Soulmonger General''s spirit haunt those who killed him, but there is no recorded script of the case. So we leave you with these thoughts to feed your mind, children of creation. For our next scry, we monks of Scrirocco, have collected much in scripts and scrolls. Tentative reader we urge you to see through formalities and structure for these passages are to build our Lore... As we move forward we must learn from the elders and ancients, and free our words to inform you of the legends and words of the Gods. On a regular routine, Trevor DeMonch of the Higher Monarchs headed off to fight in the land of dragons, Uncle Jack and the Dune Prowlers explored the deserts of the west, and Ewan Alistar the leader of the Blood Barons had the southeastern countries of Asia, but one particular country had Trevor and the Higher Monarchs there for several months. The Land of Dragons, which was a seat of power inside the dark barrens to the east as far as China. The Higher Monarchs were Trevor''s legion of warriors who took seat inside the Dragon''s Den. The political seat of power in this land of dragons. The Dragon''s Den was the ruling power that had made progress involving lands far to the west with help from Russia. This place was no more than a Common Hall for decision making in the east, it controlled armies of monstrosities for centuries, some have even found peace with mankind in order to do their bidding. As a representative of both the Higher Monarchs and the Deathunter Corps. from beyond the seas to show up inside the Dragon''s Den of this profound collection of entities that the Deathunters have longed in meeting. They were on good terms through trade from western shores to see them arrive from their west, was a little unnerving for the Den. Trevor and the Higher Monarchs brought new trade routes and resources for markets, centuries ago with this ancient Council of Dragonkin and their allies. The Deathunter Corps. has come across these beings centuries ago following the trade routes of Sinbad. This was ancient knowledge only known to the Men of Letters, and Deathunter Corps. Who gain their ancestry from ancient clans of Atlanteans who created the Hunters in the first generation of the Blood Wars. The Dragon''s Den began whispering amongst themselves as Trevor DeMonch started his statement. The Higher Monarchs and the ancient organizations were on trial in front of the Dragon''s Den of both Siberia and Asia Major. A collective of species and humans that created the country of "The Land of Dragons". Their crimes were unknown at the time to the council as Trevor continued on with his announcement. "We seek council with both the Dragon''s Den and the Land of Dragons. Hark, we seek silence from the East in matters involving the Deathunter Corps. and the Trion Titans. We only seek harbour and stay for a while as we follow the efforts of the Hunter''s on the Blood Wars." The Den began whispering amongst themselves as Trevor had just barged in unannounced, just like his teacher and master Dr. Dion Martell. The announcement was clear and succinct to the letter, just like Dr. Martell would do, such confidence with a bit of treacherous threat that never really follows through. Which gave them both their charm and danger. This was never really figure out since Dr. Dion Martell''s clan was one of the founding families of the Deathunter Corps. They did all what they needed to do, in order to see another day. It was both a blessing and a curse for the Deathunters'' but they seemed to always have an advantage since Dr. Martell''s family seemed to carry weight on both sides of the table. Trevor and the Higher Monarchs were able to make a point that mattered to all who listened in on their family. With a little confidence and a bit of luck, the Dragon''s Den allowed for a guild to be placed on the Land of Dragons and a seat in the council. Trevor had much to keep their word too if this revolution is to work for the needs of both the Deathunter Corps. and the Higher Monarchs, since they were the most suspicious of the Trion Titans. Trevor DeMonch, leader of the Higher Monarchs, General of the Trion Titans, and Councillor of Deathunter Corps. This casefile was disclosed to the archives of the Deathunter Corps. and hope their ambitions are met and the world saved once more, if only by a hair... Next we see Jack Bruce and his casefile... As Scriers of Scrirocco, we share the next legend of our Lore... Jack Bruce, Commander of the Trion Titans, lead his Dune Prowlers and moved in assault to the Deserts of the Western shores of Arabia and Africa, Trevor and the Higher Monarchs headed off to fight in the Land of Dragons, Ewan and his Blood Barons had the southern countries of Asia; but one particular country had Jack and the Blood Barons there for several months. The Sin Kiang Desert and Thailand. Before Jack and the Dune Prowlers were to venture east, they needed to do a bit of research in order to prepare for one of the most hardest locations on earth. So Jack and the Dune Prowlers went to Sin Kiang Desert, in Northern China. They packed a truckload of water and a truckload of rations to do this expedition to prepare them for the harsher climates of Egypt and Arabia. The Dune Prowlers made contact with the local guide, who was going to be there through the tour of the desert training. The guide mentioned that the desert was very similar to the desert the Dune Prowlers had taken on, earlier that year. Jack prepared the men and geared up for the first kike into the Sin Kiang Desert. The Dune Prowlers scoped out a route and a cave or two they could use for shelter. The Dune Prowlers made their first pit stop in the cave, since it was the only viable location for the truck rations to make it. They decided to make this cave a base camp for the excursions into the adjacent desert terrain. Jack knew this area was prone to earthquakes so they made camp just outside the caves and only used it as a sleeping quarters and mission briefings. This would turn out to be both the best and worst ideas the Dune Prowlers could have asked for considering the hollow earth theory came true in the encampment. Their first excursion was being debriefed as Jack set up the daily meeting for the troops. He already had a few successful scouting missions into the desert where their exercises were to take place. The next task was to scout the cave some more, in order to give them another alternative route than that of a narrow and dense mountain climb. The Dune Prowlers had all their men in order and set them off into their squadrons. Scout, Troop, and Specialist. Each had their own distinct purposes and all needed each other to be successful. Which became an asset later on in the mission. Jack and the Dune Prowlers began their march inward as the caves seemed to go on for miles and deep underground, giving them a perspective that was both eye opening and testing of their strength. The Dune Prowlers reached an open cavern that seemed to reach to the highest of peaks and opened to the deep darkness of underground worlds. Jack had not realized how var they made it in such little time. The men were skilled and talented being able to cover large amount of distance in such a short time. The sudden natural disasters are unavoidable and became an eye opener that was advantageous for the Deathunters and the Trion Titans. An earthquake, that was known to be high on the Richter scale, an 8.8. The cavern billowed with the groan of the earth and deafened all who were within earshot. In a large cavern of all places the Dune Prowlers ears'' rang so hard that some of the men began to bleed from the ear. Jack soon had little time to recover as the ground below their feet opened up and pulled them through. It was only moments and the Dune Prowlers found themselves free falling and then gently caught and pushed upward... As they reached the other side, their bodies fell like rag dolls so well that none of the troops were injured, only those who had their eardrums popped, a few who had them burst. The Dune Prowlers were not far from another cave entrance that opened up into a much more milder climate and more tropical than anything they had seen in America. If Jack had not known any better He would say they were in China, or Asia somewhere. It seemed to be the only thing that made sense after what they had just experienced. Knowing many legends and lore the only one that made sense to Jack and the Dune Prowlers was... Hollow Earth. Jack may have just stumbled upon a magnetic vortex that shifted them to the other side of the planet. Not long after their emergence in Thailand Jack encountered the Blood Barons, who were mid-mission. The Dune Prowlers were given a chance to regroup, and treated for injury. Jack then progressed with their mission, seeing that they had gone through months of expeditions that landed them in Thailand of all places. The rest of the mission report is part of Ewan Alistar''s report on the Blood Barons mission log. ~ Jack Bruce, the Commander of the Trion Titans, General of the Dune Prowlers, and member of Deathunter Corps. Now we take our readers to the next evolution of the Lore, we Scribes of Scrirocco, leave with you Our Sentinel. He speaks freely and of his own basis of knowledge, it be foolish not to transcribe Markus Johan Alistar''s works and live amongst his breath. As a final adieu, I Audrey Scrirocco, Head of House Scrirocco, and member of the Eternal House of Air, will disperse and my marks left untouched... Let us observe from our Houses and understand what transcribes here... The following entry will describe as best to the knowledge of House Scrirocco, that we can... The Shadowmen Clan of assassins and Shadowalkers. The Shadowmen are more than solid objects, they are mostly energy containing basics of all that is dark, black as smoke. The Second dream of the Sentinel, was of the Shadowmen Clan.... Markus was running from something that he had never seen the likes of before. Blurs of blackness, flashes and zooms beside him and beyond. They repeated, in perfect harmony. "Your time is near..." this was an irritating buzz in Markus'' ear. For he had not a clue what they were talking about, or its meaning. The last time Markus encountered these things were only in visions. In a recent vision of Markus''; he was standing in front of what looked to be a shaman of some origin. The Shaman was covered from head to toe in dark, blackness; but there was no facial feature to be seen, just glowing eyes. The Shaman looked to have three sets of eyes, all lined up around his head, side by side. It spoke in a deep voice to Markus, in his mind... seeing that this shaman had no mouth to speak from. "Your family, your clan, your village; exiled me and my loyal followers. Your father, parent, Ewan; he will suffer for what he has done to my people; and you will pay on his behalf, until Ewan is found!" This was the first time Markus has ever heard about his father''s life, outside his village. All that Markus has ever known, or remembered about Ewan, was that he would only come home late at night, after long periods of away time, but never stayed long. On holidays, and the Holy Day on the seventh period of the sun. Until one day Ewan never showed up and was presumed missing, according to Master Reikin, Ewan''s best friend. These Shadowmen that followed Markus were what the Shaman called Nightstalkers, otherwise known as the Shadowmen Assassin. ''What has Ewan, my father, done? Was it evil, or good?'' was all Markus could think up after being confronted like this... We Scribes of Scrirocco, interject for this was all the Sentinel would reveal and left our compound. There was a letter some months later sharing insight of the Sentinel. We urge you, reader of words, listen to Markus Johan Alistar. Vol. VIII: The Books of Seraphine & Deston Book of Seraphine An epic of thrice proportions. Consisting of Three Anthologies that follow the endeavors and expeditions of the Trion Titans, and the formation of the foundation, only known as, The Deathunter Corps. Following the teachings of the Book of Forrester, along with the Book of Scrirocco, we of the Immortal House Seraphine play a mighty role in the Guardian of Sion''s destiny, being the maternal host to the Gatekeeper. The teachings of the Book of Deston are only shared with the Formed Formless, of House Kunjiro. More will follow as Zex of Deston will teach in our prophecies... These Great Houses are shrouded in the mystery of Creation. Existing as far back as history can remember and before then... Elemental symbols of concepts that reach deification. We sharers of knowledge, monks of House Seraphine will introduce our deities through prologue... Reikin, Alice, Audrey, and Zex were all members of the Immortal Houses that were set in place as each element came into being... Reikin Forrester was gifted endless reincarnations, until his final Immortal Host is bestowed upon him at the end of days. He is true to his element of Earth and all its Creation... I, Alice Seraphine was gifted endless beauty through my untimely essence. As a member of Seraphine, they all never age, yet our forms are young in image they are as old as the Gray''s portrait. The Immortal Host is bestowed upon me based on the Time in which our existence has aged to Perfection, as the end times draw nearer. I, Alice Seraphine am true to my element of Water in all of its Glory... Zexedaros Deston was gifted with Endless Raw energy. His appearance is a strange one, as he embodies fire in all its Rays. Young or old he always carried a mark of his kind. His Immortal Host is bestowed with Fire and passion, his Form is accustomed to his needs as the End comes. He is true to his element of Fire and takes all his Forms to Energy. In his final form he often would correct others in saying, Zexedaros Deston, instead of Zex. Book of each chapter of Creation, tells an epilogue for the Books of Sion... Each Book of Sion incorporates its chapters and refers to them as Books... The Epilogues... The Anthologies... The Trilogy... The Chronicles of the Sion Trinity... The Sion Trinity Chronicles... This Book of Seraphine, enclosed belongs to the long forgotten lineage of I, Alice, and my descendants. One of which belonged to Isabelle Alice Seraphine, Matriarch of the Gatekeeper, mother of Markus Alistar, Son of Ewan Alistar. We focus our attention here to give a full spectrum of the anthology of the Sion Trinity, one of which belongs to the House of Seraphine. Forrester and Deston follow this same lineage of the Trinity. Our story encompasses all the works of the Seraphine line with Markus, the Sion Trinity Guardian... the Trion Titan Gatekeeper... We monks of the Immortal House of Seraphine, share a timeline of prophecies that the Sion Trinity would create and the Trion Titans would maintain... Creation of the Elemental Houses... In order... Creation of the Immortal House of Deston... From fire reborn... Creation of the Immortal House of Seraphine... From water, birth life... Creation of the Immortal House of Forrester... From earth, be Formed...The Formed life and rebirthed a multitude of times before balance was restored to... The Formless... This gave birth to the universe as we know it... The Formed... According to recorded history in writing... The Shadow Wars... A dark period in the timeline, where most of recorded history had been lost in the sands of Time... Writing was common until the Darkness descended upon the universe... Only the Rift Watchers and the sects of the Formless, kept records and were often forgeries or destroyed... Yet, quite a collection was kept at House Forrester, but nobody seemed to care or know where it was... Just the way Lord Reikin Forrester wanted it... The Kaiser Wars... Heralds of Destruction and Death. Their influence grew everyday since the first landing. They were living Archons of Darkness. Spawns of Nezeraph, the First Creation, by the Architechts. The source of energy that gave Form to the Formless, The First Creation, Nezeraph, had no permanent Form, since it alone Created Forms, beside the random actions of the Architechts. Nezeraph gave life his own twist. It was a unisex entity, having no Forms, though it truly cared not what it was. In an attempt to wipe life clear out to start a new Creation, to its liking. With monsters of Lore... War for the Wasteland... this conflict gave rise to the Deathunter Corps. It was never really explained what happened to the Kaisers. They were self-destructive in their own right, yet they were always formidable and at times overwhelming. Nezeraph went into hibernation, non knew why. This left a power vacuum amongst the enemy ranks, and the Kaiser''s were greedy to a point where they turned on each other to become the next ''Supreme Archon'' which was left by Nezeraph. This left a vast majority of the Earth in desolate, wastelandish ruin. Cities crumbling, covered in centuries it seems, of overgrowth. The skies were 90% cloud cover from the fallout of the last Great War. This gave rise to Anarchy, Gangs and Mobs. The worst of it was that the Archon Kaiser''s were of unbelievable abilities and mutations. This permeated their ranks and made the Post-Apocalyptic scenario of Today... The Sion Trinity began in this era of the timeline. The Battle for the Wasteland was about to begin... One problem the Mass Eclipse was only a matter of months away... It would speak sheer doom for any survivor outside of any sort of protection, training or knowledge of what to face in the Wasteland. Deathunter Corps. Is the bastion of Hope, a beacon of Light in the impending Darkness. The Mass Eclipse has been known as the Day of Black Sun. None knew why exactly, but this Eclipse seemed almost as if they were under some sort of magic. Their powers increased a hundred-fold. As though the Eclipse was their Harbinger of Darkness... Now humble listeners of the Monks word from House Seraphine, we speak from the Guardian, Markus'', point of view... Thoughts began to fill Markus'' head, as he dropped the file into Dr. Martell''s inbox. It was as though an inner monologue began. Markus was beginning to feel like he had purpose here at Deathunter Corps.... A place where great deeds were accomplished and where great secrets were kept for only if the public knew the Chaos that was only one step away from total domination of the race of Humanity, and Life in general, in these weird days. These heroic deeds deserve to be shared and kept close to the heart of the innocent and know that there is redemption for all who seek it. Now enough with the beautiful language; Markus shared his thoughts with the Immortal House of Seraphine... Oh ye'' faithful reader of words, the stories that accompany these heroic actions that saved us from annihilation. We start with the Executives of this Noble cause and corporation: Doctor Dion Martell Admiral Simon J. Romero Commander-General Markus J. Alistar The leaders of the Trion Titans that have touched all grounds of conflict in this universe. With great sorrow, do their deeds, come with us as the fall of civil war on Earth, creeps in the shadows of the horizon. We are accepting entries for new hunters every year with little success due to the civil wars. Earth has become Anarchy and the revolutionaires are gaining ground; but with only a few short months away from the encounter we only can hope the world is prepared to become unified within this time span, because the second sun is rising, and we only hope we made it in time... We bring news that the Blood War is near its end, only to show the world what its true purpose was. To assimilate and annihilate the race of humanity. This plot has been overthrown and the assimilation is only beginning. Fairy tales and bedtime stories were not only for scaring the children. They spoke hidden truths to warn a would be hero that they are the last hope of the war. Hopefully we make this in time to change the outcome... Markus Johan Alistar Blood Barons, Chief Deathunter Corps. The infinite mix of Aether and Spirit, we monks of House Seraphine, share this mantra for it bares weight with all its words... Infinity is running, Back and forth Back and forth, that''s the way we rolling now Upside-down, Left and Right That''s the way we going now Up and Down, side to side Inside out, Right and Round Here we going now, That''s the song From nowhere, long, topsy-turvy Left side-down, Back and Forth It''s how we falling now Now we share the archetype of legend, institutes of education and learning, we monks of House Seraphine prize knowledge above all else... We live where our voice is silenced, our hearts filled with fear and doubt. Repeating a pattern that never ends well... We cannot let it contain us anymore, our lives are more than fuel for the fire... Create a home that is worthy of community... We need each other as survival demands, our future is in our hands, we can make it right... Observe the universe in all its glory and harmony... More than ever there is a need to stick together... No matter the weather, we be there for each other... Even when the long dark is knocking at the door... The living light will bring our houses to the shore... Holding steadfastly, we continue on our own... Breathing deeply in time with mother nature... Listen to the heartbeat, we will never be alone... We live in defiance of them all, telling them no more... They show us far more darkness than ever before... Do not be shaken for this is only our awakening... We heralds of the New Earth, hold the beginning... Our future uncertain, we seek our own ending... With cutting edge technology, we are able to make our lives helpful and meaningful, as nature intended... Using nature as our Prime driving Force, as the most ideal lifestyle needs us to be naturalists and look to grassroots of living and be fulfilled and with purpose... The Elementals of old, the Prime Lights that bestowed the Power of Creation upon Humanity, for good or ill... Shrines dedicated to the Four Primal Elements, that complete the Tribe of Elementals... With such powers there was knowledge beyond our control at work here... Hark humble learned peoples, we monks of House Seraphine, share the truth of truths... Where there is darkness there is light... Fallen behind, we only see our plight... The last legged man has us in sight... Need your friend as we do it all right... Whisked away onward to the bright... This all for our sake holding on tonight... Hopeless destruction all for the fight... Come home to where you find the light... We seek our own inside this lost mark... A place disturbed with our own hallmark... Holding onto the loss and helpless lark... Divided we fall all in this futile living dark... No matter how hopeless the missed ark... Given the dire matters, we sat in the park... Overwhelming madness devil in the dark... This may all be for naught; in search of Light in the Dark... Now we monks of the Immortal House of Seraphine, share a kaleidoscope view of all things seen through our seed, the Gatekeeper... The deafening silence was of white noise... It brought both light and matter closer... Closer than ever before it was not by choice... This utterance of sound that comes and goes... It brings life meaning that none would ever see... It was no coincidence that even silence flows... Peering through the kaleidoscope in twilight... Seeing the blend of colours putting on the robe... There is more to us this never ending dark night... Showing its clarity even in dying moments of hope... Stolen content warning: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. As we pass through glories of ever weaving peace... We come to understand something in the deafening... The kaleidoscope shows us what we all should taste... This everlasting silence that we all must share fate... Holding on so dearly that we must never release... We come to feel or see that our light never fades... Peering at the hourglass our sights are in focus... Holding on so dearly for an ever gotten frenzy... Our eyes filled with blindness only viewing solace... The twisting darkness pulls us into long lost envy... We monks of the Immortal House of Seraphine, lead humble readers into the waltz of life... A wanderer''s greeting of love... Memorable and honest... Asking to dance and see something new... Offers his left hand in friendship as a first step... Only to make his love for her grow... Reaching out a right hand making a relationship true... Onto the next step, only he could make... Showing his desire to share the Waltz of Life... It was placed in her hands to reach the final queue... They danced into the night knowing it was right... Humble reader, listen to these words of the monks of House Seraphine, the Song of Autumn Light... To all who seek to find life Find truth of light in mankind There the light is home for you Only seen on the Autumn floor Where light shines bright, and shadows deep We seek each other to fill our souls As time flows by, Autumn light fades away Searching for love and life to make us whole Our lifetime here is not the end of we We seek our lives only finding pain Yet there are thoughts that keep us sane We shall survive making life unfold Like strawberry love under Autumn Light... Yay, another solstice passed, may your Spring be blessed... Never fear! Spring is here! Water those plants, you stinky pants! Go water those plants or get taken over by Ants! Chip cheerio! How does your Garden grow? You betta'' watch those plants or watch it be taken over by Gnats! Father, Son, Holy Spirit, the third day he rose to say; "Blessed be all who believe in Me." For those who know there is something to cherish... May the lords bless you this and your parish... May the Passover be blessed merit... Hark Resolute protector, Keeper of the Forest, Child of the World''s Ruler... The Immortal House of Seraphine has spoken and in oath, keep it. We are making ourselves family... We are brothers and sisters... We stick by each other... We believe in this oath to fill the void... We build a pact and stick to the oath... In truth we dedicate ourselves to the oath... We always help each other... If there is something you need, we have it... We come together as one, we bring people together... We are the club, the best friends, the brothers and the sisters, we are the family, we are the spirit of unity, united as one... Under the oath... A promise kept is well respected... Avatar Alice Seraphine is a living immortal avatar of Water, the life blood... Be like a rushing river that cuts through all obstacles... an Ocean that is merciless and fair... Alice Seraphine head Matriarch of the Immortal House of Seraphine, gifted with timeless essence, a beauty that never ages. Being of youthful glow, she is as old as the portrait of Dorian Grey. Alice is bestowed her immortal host on the time in which her existence has aged to perfection, even when time''s end is nigh... Avatar Alice is was and always will be a Guardian of all aspects of water, from the lifeblood of Myd''raal and all its inhabitants that use this element as its prime source of survival... She is both gentle and caring yet ruthless and demented... centuries of being a deity can take its toll... House Seraphine is a family of Healers, born to be the avatars of the element Water. Its siblings are the Avatars of Fire and Earth. Their creators are the Formless, Aether... Avatar Alice Seraphine is one of the closest things to a god in human flesh. Avatar Seraphine has been part of the Formless and the Formed, like the ever pulsating background of the universe, Alice of the Eternal Immortal House of Seraphine truly embodies infinity... The House of Seraphine is both feared and revered by the Architecht''s. Giving Avatar Alice a seat of Honor in their council, along with her siblings. These three make up the Trinity of Sion... Earth, Fire, and Water. Isabelle, mother of Markus, wife of Ewan... this made the Alistar family whole. Simple and basic was the life that she strived for, even being as an Architecht that Fell. Still Isabelle had her Celestial being born in Aether and Essence and was like many of the Immortal Houses. Yet her curiosity in the Creation mystified her. Isabelle wished to be like that which she help create. As a Goddess among mortals, she was beauty in all its glory, yet lost her youthfulness and glow in pursuit of mortality. To become one with Creation was her philosophy. Like water, ever moving and feeding Life the House of Seraphine would pass through phases that resembled seasons. This made their adaptability the most formidable of the Immortal Houses. Isabelle was once in line to be head of House Seraphine, but due to what her family was created for, Isabelle had a rebellion. She swiftly made an exit and once she was at the threshold of the Celestial Sanctuary the Architecht''s cursed her to Mortality, and Longevity, in order to suffer for the rebellion. Book of Deston Zexedaros Deston is the identity that was given to my existence as the Eternal Fire. Giving life through flames I have become known as The Destroyer, Ender of Worlds. Yet my true pure purpose is to give rejuvenating life in Trial by Flames, This very existence can only be contained within its own Plane of Existence. A place in constant Flame where lores of Djinn exist. This face is only known to the very few of those Ancient Agarthan Magi. Some such as their Warlock have learned to harness my living flame with the help of Djinn, my own creation simply being in eternal flames can become quite lonesome... Yet some of those magi do not know their place and twist my energies into Arcane Abominations, no better than a slave... My rage burns bright for those poor souls... I bring the secrets of the Universe at its formation, My existence was the life energy that burst into Matter... Yet my essence was still trapped within the Eternal Flame... Waiting for the Gatekeeper to unleash my powers and bring a new era of existence into form... This is my hope as the Eternal Avatar of Fire, Zexedaros Deston. Avatar Zexedaros Deston is a living immortal avatar of Fire, the light in the dark... the ever burning soul of all living things... Fire creates, protects, and destroys... Zexedaros Deston headmaster of the Immortal House of Deston, was gifted with Endless Raw energy. His appearance is a strange one as he embodies fire in all its rays. Young or old he always carried a mark of his kind. Avatar Deston''s Immortal Host is bestowed with Fire and passion his form is accustomed to his needs as the end comes. Deston is true to his element of Fire and takes all his forms to Energy. In his final form he often would correct others saying Zexedaros Deston instead of Deston. The House of Deston is both feared and revered by the Architecht''s. Giving Avatar Zex a seat of Honor in their council, along with his siblings. These three make up the Trinity of Sion... Earth, Fire, and Water. The Garden of Gates Warp-space, ever moving beyond the senses. Shifting through the sands of Time of the many-fold path, something the Gatekeeper was always tuned into, like a 6th sense. The walls of another parallel reality was infringing upon the Garden of Gates. One of these bubble universes that the Gatekeeper has been blessed with from his own blood. The Architect''s were testing the power of the Gatekeeper, molding space around the multi-diverse strings of existence. The Infinite light that luminated the Garden of Gates, had faded, as if the Stars had reversed their growth. Gates began to crumble at the far reaches of the Garden. Vines engulfed them aging the stone rapidly, crumbling them to pebbles. The Gatekeeper had full control of his orientation in this pocket space of the Garden of Gates. Lifting himself above the tops of the Gates. Forward motion happened in an instant, the Gatekeeper had stopped at the edge of the creeping darkness. The formless existed in such pitch blackness. Taking on Forms willed by the Architect''s. They were an army of Shadowmen. Flashing in and out of sight, leaving only ash in their wake. Killing all life that once stood creating those Gateways to the other realms. The Gatekeeper settled upon one of the last few Arch''s that stood, with the Shadowmen closing in. They began to circle a small vicinity around where the Gatekeeper stood, as the darkness would fizzle out in a hundred meter radius around the Gatekeeper; his aura and energy was on high, forming a light barrier. The Formless settled in a circular formation taking form as various Shadowarriors. ''For what purpose have you entered the Sacred Gardens?'' The Gatekeeper demanded readying himself for battle. ''We care not of your values, we move in Darkness, doing the Shadows'' will'' ''I knew there was no reasoning in your ranks.'' The Gatekeeper vanished, appearing on the outside of the Light Field he created. Pulling out his twin Revolvers, blessed with Holy Creation Magicks and enchantments. The bullets flew in sync, as two of the frontline Shadowmen dissipated with a sort of hollow shriek. A moment later another two at the far left of the Gatekeeper, swinging around firing off three more volleys of bullets, all followed by hollow shrieks as the Shadowmen began to rush the Gatekeeper. As the Formless came closer, almost within reach of the Shadowarriors; suddenly the Gatekeeper vanished as some of the Shadowarriors reduced their numbers involuntarily, this did not matter to the Formless as the Shadowarriors merged together. Their numbers were once more reduced, yet they were larger and bulkier. With such swiftness the Forms were hard to make out. This did not phase the Gatekeeper, smirking, ''Less targets to hit...'' he whispered to himself. The Gatekeeper holstered his Revolvers and opened up the Gatemaster''s Grimoire, Book of Deston. Energy surged through the possessed Book. It had a mind of its own, as it channeled the most destructive Eternal of them all, ''Zexedaros, come forth, use this vessel as the Key to the Universe, Master of all Gates.'' the Gatekeeper chanted as the essence of the Eternal of Fire, took control of the Gatekeeper''s body; their minds melded and became one. ''I have become an Avatar of Creation and Destruction'' the melded voice of the Gatekeeper boomed sending out a burst of energy hitting three of the Forms of Formless. They were facing off against a master of their own design, and shuttered for a moment bringing the Formless to Form. The Shadowmutants were of horrific design and oozed darkness from their orifices. To be continued... Vol. IX: The Book of Forrester & The Mythos of Agartha Book of Forrester An introduction is always needed to start a new adventure into the imagination. Sticking with the theme of a tree that has yet to bud, a tree that bud, showing its age and strength with its trunk. Giving habitation for life as well as the growth of a story that takes a life of its own. As above so below is a saying that Always keeps us Pondering what else is there beyond this existence and in this life. Is it evolution from the usage of the brain. Or is it something ethereal only manifesting in energy and spirit. These all become part of the magic of life. As one fellow Architect to another we only hope to help each other as we continue to construct a legacy that will last through the ages. Mother earth will stand witness to Our our actions giving direction for our Success or failure as a Conscious species. As an observer there is much to see and experience. Living is meant be enjoyed through the process Known as adventuring. This may seem strange to those who don''t understand but truly this is a desire deep inside the human being. With a constant thirst for knowledge we seek answers to our lives when they have always been there right in front of them, with their own two hands. We are the caretakers of Earth seeking harmony with nature. Our lives become fulfilled when two or More of us come together. Still we fear ourselves hoping for a savior, seeking the key to it all. If only they knew, their savior, has always been there staring at them through the mirror. There it has always been, there inate and coherent, with our own two hands, we pick ourselves up and move forward. Seek out help and comfort, for our species requires social interaction with each other as we all live with the insufferable loneliness that plagues us all... We Seem to be at the edge of something without really knowing why, yet we linger on and grip our seats at the precipice of something more, always on the edge, looking up... It is time to stop and think for a moment holding on to what is near and dear to our hearts. This is the existence of one, the observer looking onward toward the future, all existing at once in time... This vessel known as the human being is the creation, the gift that was given since the beginning. It''s mortal, imperfect yet, perfect in every way this is the gift that was meant, keeping the balance.... This is but a work of scribery only meant for thought, where existence finds its home. Words and numbers give context, a shared interest brings us to thought, where all is existing simply to understand itself. Number''s describe unit and units, where words share Knowledge, and in numbers, shares meaning. Each have value and show existence to bring one''s understanding. This is where association gives rise to community in order to sustain itself. As we can see this can be difficult to comprehend but this is our only option. Nature simply happens to keep itself alive and still we take drastic measures in order to sustain life itself. Our only option is to complete a co-operation and it is very difficult to control, but it is really the most welcoming partner built to sustain our selves. We have purpose and belonging as long as we have home strong enough and powerful enough that it simply was, it simply was the best option. Listen to nature and you will in soon find peace and motivation a time where you are alive. Adapt to nature and find direction you soon find direction as you fulfill your purpose as Caretaker and guardian of the Earth. Looking to scale as Architechts, there is one thing for sure, what a massive space it is the universe where time filled space is welcoming and our greatest hearts desire is fulfilled a life worth living. A simple reminder, as we all belong to nature, reap what you sow and surely you are given just what is deserved a life worth caring for. As we take this journey, a soul in Full view, we see now a place we are going to. With elements at the base of every structure, we see rise to a variety of levels where each has its own part both strength and weakness dominates the plain of existence. One sample was made to have a strong affinity to Ather/Ether, the particle of gravity. This Boson enabled a person to pass through the plains of existence, being pushed and pulled by the tides of gravity. This one had a much to learn as he wanders through his adventures. We follow his dreams as they tie his consciousness to his space time... The Sion Trinity and the Guardians of Creation are the lore that sits behind the Trion Titans. The Death-Hunter''s know them well and owe much of their influence and power to these Titans. This legend will consist of the beginning of the universe at its Creation. The First Ones came and made movement amongst the stars. They created Light for being in complete nothingness would tend to get lonely. So lonely in fact that it created movement and Fire was born free and wild, full of energy and warmth that which was Formless was now happy and glad it was no longer alone. Fire became overwhelming and Formless was near flexed to expansion, it squeezed through an area of total coldness that the Fire melted it, giving more motion to the First push. Water was born creating an alternative that tempered Fire. Giving it deepness and making its First existence to be Formed from the Formless. Earth emerged from this Tempering. Two worlds colliding, merging together making supernatural events occur, blessing every living thing with powers and abilities, that have been invaded from otherworldly sources making modern life much more survival based. Adjusting to global calamities on all levels of society. Leaving each other to fend for themselves. With such disasters teetering on epic proportions, we see more cooperation and guidance on a superficial level that even each person can claim their right and needs lifted to coexist on such scale that even the dreams of travelling space were not let to suffer. We all contribute and give on such measures that we see only energy in motion. Life unfolding... The Immortal soul cursed to re-live its childhood, through the ability that allows it to be the key to parallel dimensions and travel between them through the multiverse... Living journeys of the spirit, we see the Light in all things. Giving freedom to it. This is where everything begins. Boundless and full of Potential. Immortal souls, we are all on a spiritual journey discovering our own paths. We all are wanting and deserving of a life lived to its fullest. From the moment that we begin seeking answers to life''s deepest puzzles. Why are we here on Earth? Is there a God? How do we know what is right and wrong? What happens when we die? These are the questions to life''s deepest mysteries... Woe, oh Immortal souls, we can only offer our company to each other and share in life''s problems. Life is meant to be lived, in these ways in order for it to understand itself. We do not have to do this alone as we all can share in the gifts of life... Even beyond these things, is there a hereafter, but also a beyond? After where all things simply exist at once? This place is known as the construct of the Architecht''s, but also as the multiverse. As passageways and Gateways to another realms, where the Doorman of Gateways and Passageways of Light... Mark host journeyman of the stars. The Earthly-Heavenly creation, his light burns brightly... Mecaiael... Case-point Entropy... Ezir... Nezeraph... Nuit Zeets... Tath Atoil Bcoi... Fetile Kgut... Phil-C-Tenez Leah... Kratos Kou... Guar Brotiis... Lit Ethog... Look; Read; Watch K¨¤n... To measure people or things G¨¨... Write Xi¨º... Letter; mail Xin... Listen, Hear T¨©ng... What to say, what to do, what to think... This Book of Forrester is a cryptic set of notes and observations that were made by the Deathunter''s after the Second War, The Kaiser Wars. Many of ther original writings of Reikin Forrester were lost in the latter years of the Kaiser Wars. With help from the Deathunters and ther Trion Titans; many of the original writings and information were recovered. Reikin was and is the Right hand of the Leader of the Blood Barons; Ewan Alistar. The books were part of a series of Five that broke down all the Kaisers and the atrocities they committed in order to bring them down. They are written in a personal manner allowing the documenter''s the ease of description and depiction of the true identities of these foul creatures that took the title of Kaiser for their own gains. Markus was the only one capable of confronting the Kaiser''s as they took refuge in the Warp between Dimensions. This is Markus'' Chronicle... Each Kaiser was a manifestation of the Formless and manipulated the Formed for their own gains. The Kaisers were no real threat to the Architecht''s as they were both of similar constructions. They were however true hinderance to the Architecht''s as they stunted their evolutionary growth of becoming one in unison with itself. They literally stopped progress and kept the Formed universe in a stalemate. Markus was the key to their downfall as he too was of the line of Ancients that were similar to the House of Forrester but of a different Element. Forrester was of Earth, while Alistar was of Spirit. The Aether was another name for it. The House of Alistar was made up of the very existence of all things including that which is Formless. This left Markus with a great burden to carry, but he was not alone and it secretly aided Alistar. This brings into consideration what were the other three houses... Water, Fire, and Air. Forrester was Earth and Alistar was Aether. The Elementals were the source of all that Formed. The Formless also uses these Pillars of Construction. The Architecht''s knew this law well and lived by it. The Formed that calls and lives as energy is Fire. It brings warmth and light; this was the first to bring Earth as it became part of all things. Earth gave rise to both Water and Air as each existed in unison of all things that were Formed. The Formed became a dragon of Fire and was both solid, yet molten, this formed the Avatar of Fire. It looked onward keeping an ever watchful eye over its suspended limbs that became aged in such a way that the bone had merged and forged into magic, forming a sword. It was known by many as Apollo but it did not care for such labels... It was known as Rhraktheros in Draconis. Zexedaros Deston, in Demonology. The old Forms had learned much from this Avatar of Living Flame, that incinerates those who seek it out for malintentions. Political unrest has more basis in reasoning and needs to be addressed. If those who have been given the responsibility to make decisions on behalf of the people begin to stray from the whole purpose of such positions and must be dealt with. To improve the standards of being a citizen of society that only wishes to evolve then we must nurture and aid such behaviors as freedom of education and stop looking for reasons to hate each other this is immature and even children behave better than some who think they control any aspect of society. It is time to user in the new alternatives that truly allow our species to thrive. If humanity believes killing is the answer they are sadly mistaken. This type of philosophy only breeds more killing. We must come to terms with the truth and accept what truly is an answer. A center of focus is a communal hall used for all occasions surrounded by the Formless, as those of the Sion protected with all Forms of shielding, manned and armored. It had become the center of the siege; there was nothing left to do but survive and hold out for backup. This place was very familiar as if it were there many times before, it has now become the only hope for survival. This was no ordinary siege. A center of higher learning, enrollment subjects and topics. Visual and educational. Free learning and training... It is pronounced Learning Ability NOT disability... Castle... Investment in a system... Learning institution... choice adventure... co-operatives... visioning... free will... Passage, where the seed starts, Right of passage... An epic of Thrice proportions. Consisting of three Anthologies that follow the endeavors and expeditions of the Trion Titans and the Formation of the foundation only known as The Deathunter''s... Book of Forrester... Book of Seraphine... Book of Deston... Book of Scrirocco... These Great Houses are shrouded in the mystery of Creation. Existing as far back as history can remember and before then... The Deathunter Corps. exploration of natural growth and phenomena. Have travelled to all corners of the world. Exploring the hidden mysteries that lay in hiding at local communities and countries. The world is your oyster and its ripe for all to pick from. Life is meant to be enjoyed and experienced. The Wasteland division of the Deahunter Corps. will bring you an experience of a lifetime. Please enjoy this small token of gratitude as we explore our universe... Note taking helps develop a complete image of what is being discussed and allows flexibility and growth to an idea. This will be of the ideas that the writer has a need to be developed and given a fair chance to evolve. The topics covered through are of a copyrighted and protected under the freedom of all people. These pages will retain all of the inner workings, legends, and art work... This is only a reference to help flesh out the ideas shared in this manuscript. This is written in the Book of Forrester, about the Beginnings of Time. All who seek the Knowledge will find only Truths as set place in the Form by the Formless. Free Agents and labor payants with a network of talents, hobbies, and skills. Features a host of talents, hobbies, and skills through trade, making a living for what they are interested in. Learning how to apply them to real life situations for common good, we hold strong to each other. We all have the same needs as everyone else. Greed is cut back to a minimum. A standard for humans. As we all need each other to survive. We accomplish more together than apart it becomes essential to hold to our word and help each other out. Life becomes more interesting when we all work together. This is part of our nature as we continue to survive as Mother Nature intended. We all succeed together. With cutting edge technology we are able to make our lives helpful and meaningful as nature intended. Using nature as our prime driving force as the most ideal lifestyle needs us to be Naturalists and look to grassroots of living and be fulfilled and with purpose. The Elementals of old, the Prime Lights that bestowed the Power of Creation upon humanity, for good or ill... Shrines dedicated to the Four Primal Elements that complete the Tribe of Elementals. With such powers there was knowledge beyond our control at work here. Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit. The Agarthan Empire In a land of deep mystery, sitting in the depths of an ancient forest. Legend has it, this Fortress of a castle, holds secrets about these myths turned legend, lost in mystery. Ruled by a cunning ruler/king/ or Emperor of this mythical city sized fortress of a castle. Persons and individuals known as The Keepers of Wisdom and Knowledge. Some referred to them as Mystics, Druids, Warlocks, Wizards and Witches. These Keepers knew no bounds to their research. Institutes of Higher Learning, Schools of the Arts, and Universities of the Craft. Where Singers, or Bards, tell the stories of ancient lore. Ritual Leaders of the Craft giving blessings, warnings, or even curses depending on their Political Leaders. These Politician''s of the Arts mastered the Power of the Word, and share in blessings and infrastructure. Solstices, Equinoxes are Holy days along with Saowen and Beltane during the times of the Spirits and the Veil between realms is weakest... All in order to understand the universe or have divine revelations through their divinations. The Agarthans'' revere Oaks and Mistletoe as sacred plants that hold the ancient wisdoms of their faith. Healers, Doctors, or Shamans are empowered to share the beliefs, faith, and spiritual masteries. From Three Major Tribal groups that have the most influence in the Agarthan Isles. They have key influencers that travel across the Northern hemisphere sharing wisdom and holding strategic positions in other societies and countries due to their calm and collected demeanor. Monks make up most of the ranks of the Agarthan empire, they use and worship all forms of nature, from life to death. The Priest/esses shared the secrets and organized and ran the ritualistic practices the Agarthans use to invoke or banish energies. The Agartha Monks are broken down into classes: Druids - A Shaman that invokes the ancient spirits that lie in all living creatures. From trees to animals they have a shapeshifting ability that allows them to become a living avatar of creatures of the woods. As stewards of the land, Druids practice the ancient ways that formed into Rangers and Gardeners that tend the land and protect its natural beauty. Mystics - A Priest that gives out the blessing of life, longevity, and protection. They are the Spiritual Leaders of the Agarthan Empire. Having oracle like abilities to foresee possible outcomes as well as teaching the ways of prophecy and regenerative magicks. They are the purest form of magi in the kingdom. Wizards - Wielders of Universal magicks, such as Creation, Destruction, Evolution, and Ascension. Being the true wielders of the Agarthan Militaristic strength. These loyal, solemn, and dedicated magis have been known as the Heralds of the End Times, or Immortals of Ancient descent. Many fear these individuals as much as they revere them, Wizards consist mostly of the Agarthan Political Leaders as they have been known to be great at negotiations as the Emissaries of the Mysterious Argarthan Kingdom. Witches - Much like the Wizard, yet they rely more on ritualistic magic and pacts. They are the most skilled in Alchemy and Herbology, having a platitude of potions, elixirs, tonics, and cure-alls. One of the defining features of the Witches is their tendency to create covens, a type of group that amplifies the Witches powers as more people equal more energy to summon or curse. The majority of rituals has many witches organize and implement the totems and signets in order to make a ritual successful. Warlocks - Similar to Witches, as they rely on ritualistic magicks and pacts with other worldly beings to amplify their own power. Known as the summoner class of Agartha, the warlocks focus is on the ancient energies and entities that harness raw natural power. Warlocks worship Deston as their house Monarch. Seeing as they dabble in much of the destructive power that Zexedaros Deston has become immortalized as, only the Warlocks know the secrets to Deston being the emissaries to the Eternal of Fire. The Agarthan Magi keep many secrets that few have tasted through adventures into the misty isles, where fog seems to be filled with a milky color, making visibility near impossible... unless they have a Magi of their own familiar with such ancient magicks. Agarthan Houses of Magi The Agarthan Magi keep many secrets that few have tasted through adventures into the misty isles, where fog seems to be filled with a milky color, making visibility near impossible... unless they have a Magi of their own familiar with such ancient magicks. The rulers of Agartha were always a mysterious bunch. Having influences that date back before the Shadow Wars. Being of a natural origin that has existed for centuries through their own trials and tribulations. Yet still have high ranking members of the Agartha Archipelago. A kingdom of Islands, concealed in what seems to be a never ending fog of mist. This Mythical place has many lores and legends, some even being the origins of Creation itself... The Sion Trinity have much knowledge about these Island Country-States... The legend thickens... Having council members in all facets of society from, the very powerful to the very poor. They are feared and revered as legends have been seeded into all kingdoms of power; from the Formed to the Formless, Light and the Dark, Good and Evil. The Agarthans were truly magicians in most other countries around Theros. The Agarthan Isles have still been shrouded in mystery and very few venture into these waters due to the thick misty fog that surrounds the Archipelago. Made up of 5 known Islands surrounding a strong whirlpool seated within the innermost waters of the Archipelago. 3 Major Islands and 2 Minor Islands that house the factions that make up Agarthan society of Druids, Mystics, Wizards, Warlocks, and Witches. Each having their own philosophy and theology that harnesses that knowledge and power of the universe. Yet modest and solemn they speak highly of the education and wisdom that makes up all that is Inner-Power. Envoys and Emissaries stem out and reach into the deepest recesses of the world around them. Having Political Leaders, Healer Doctors, and the fabled Alchemy that makes up the basis of the Agarthan society. Having experts in all fields of expertise... all stemming to the Land beneath their feet and the up into the heavens... With each profession broken down into Three Houses of Research: Priests/esses, Bards, and Politicians. Each house have members exceeding 10,000 enrolled as Pupils researching to become Initiates to their respective classes. Much like any institute of education filled with knowledge extra curricular activities all in pursuit to have the Rite of Apprenticeship. This type of rigorous training can take up to 10 years based on which profession. Some only need 5 years with experience in a select field of study. Much of the Agarthan Leadership are from the House of Polytech - Politicannon. A play on words as many of these quirky wise people like to use. The spiritual and ritual leaders were all from the House of Templearn - Monkmantra. The record keepers, and historians were all of the House of Musika - Bardscaling. As with all societies they are separated by class or professional experience. These two Major Facsimiles are embodied well in the phrase "As Above so Below" creating a dichotomous power of influence. Holy and Vile, Sacred and Sacrilege, Living and Un-living. The populous of the Agarthan Archipelago is made up of: Mystics - A Priest that gives out the blessing of life, longevity, and protection. They are the Spiritual Leaders of the Agarthan Empire. Having oracle like abilities to foresee possible outcomes as well as teaching the ways of prophecy and regenerative magicks. They are the purest form of magi in the kingdom. Wizards - Wielders of Universal magicks, such as Creation, Destruction, Evolution, and Ascension. Being the true wielders of the Agarthan Militaristic strength. These loyal, solemn, and dedicated magis have been known as the Heralds of the End Times, or Immortals of Ancient descent. Many fear these individuals as much as they revere them, Wizards consist mostly of the Agarthan Political Leaders as they have been known to be great at negotiations as the Emissaries of the Mysterious Argarthan Kingdom. Witches - Much like the Wizard, yet they rely more on ritualistic magic and pacts. They are the most skilled in Alchemy and Herbology, having a platitude of potions, elixirs, tonics, and cure-alls. One of the defining features of the Witches is their tendency to create covens, a type of group that amplifies the Witches powers as more people equal more energy to summon or curse. The majority of rituals has many witches organize and implement the totems and signets in order to make a ritual successful. Warlocks - Similar to Witches, as they rely on ritualistic magicks and pacts with other worldly beings to amplify their own power. Known as the summoner class of Agartha, the warlocks focus is on the ancient energies and entities that harness raw natural power. Warlocks worship Deston as their house Monarch. Seeing as they dabble in much of the destructive power that Zexedaros Deston has become immortalized as, only the Warlocks know the secrets to Deston being the emissaries to the Eternal of Fire. The Stratosark - Agartha''s Flagship He was a native of Agartha; someone called Captain Razir. On a ship the size of 2/3 of a small Island, they were heading towards a place that they barely knew how to get to, when they were attacked by skyraiders. They were almost successful blowing off a wing of the Airship, and capturing Razir and a female that he knew well. She was younger than Razir and acted much more younger than she really was. She was a petite frame which made it easier for her to hide behind Razir. There was another fellow that was picked up by the sister ship of the Raider''s flag ship that Razir and his commrades were on. He is a good friend of Razir''s. They both knew whose ship they were on, though they looked and smelled like garbage barges. They were capable of much more than what was led to believe. A man had his back to Razir and the young woman. He was talking to the captain of the barges who was a scruffy man. That had a coarse voice, sounding like he took one too many puffs from cigarettes or cigars, or whatever they smoked at this day in age. The man with his back to them finally turned around; and at that moment they could not tell him apart from Razir; but things did become noticeably different, he was darker skinned than Razir and had a scar over his left eye while Razir had a scar over his right eye. The man''s hair was matted and his eyes were brown. While Razir''s hair was light and managed, and his eyes were stone blue. At the same time their friend on the other ship had met a duplicate identical to himself, other than the duplicate had longer hair and was clean shaven; he also was darker skinned as well. They looked at each other both Razir and his doppelganger just as his friend and his doppelganger had done. Soon after the wing was ripped off and a purple cloudy haze consumed the damage and rebuilt part of the wing only to seal it off from the outside. There were also some other repairs to the ship and then fell back to the aft of the ship. It gathered around the engine, where it lingered in its original location on the ship. Inside another close friend of Captain Raz''r was being interrogated. They were in the Grand Gallery of the ship where most of the important meetings took place. They accused her of all sorts of things and it finally settle down and the judge calmed the masses. Asked the accusers and the defense to stand. When he asked for who is to defend their cases, the accuser chose their lawyer while the defense asked for her brother-in-law to defend her. He came to the front. He was a stick of a man scruffier than any in the Grand Gallery; he smelled like old whiskey and tobacco. His eyes always looked dilated. The only thing that stopped everyone from throwing their food at him was what he said¡­ "Do we really have any evidence that this tragedy was of any way her fault, or had involvement in?" He also added, "In time of crisis we have to use every able bodied person possible; besides without her, re population of the human race would never have been possible, let alone conceivable." The entire Gallery went silent, the judge counselled with the elders and they agreed to drop the accusations and concentrated on the bigger cause at hand¡­ To save Captain Raz''r and his comrades! Agartha''s National Creature ...a mythological creature or evil spirit originating from the folklore of Plains and Great Lakes Natives as well as some First Nations. It is based in and around the East Coast forests of the Northern Americas, the Great Plains region of the of the Central Americas, and the Great Lakes region of the America, grouped in modern ethnology as speakers of Algonquian-family languages. The wendigo is often said to be a malevolent spirit, sometimes depicted as a creature with human-like characteristics, which possesses human beings. The wendigo is said to invoke feelings of insatiable greed/hunger, the desire to cannibalize other humans, and the propensity to commit murder in those that fall under its influence... ~ Wikipedia - Wendigo There is much legends and myths that surround the Wendigo, yet Agartha has somehow been able to tame these insatiable creatures and some say are able to communicate with them. This skill is open to any interested in the Warlock sect of the Agarthan Empire. Their base of operations, or House, is based out of the Minor Central Island of the Agarthan Archipelago. On the Eastern-most side of the Great Maelstrom. Warlocks of the Minor Island of Golgotha, have been known to summon other worldly creatures such as imps void terrors, and Satyr demons. Some of the most skilled Warlocks have a Wendigo at their command. The process of this dark ritual can only be learned in the halls of the Warlocks. Even some skilled Witches and Druids have access to such other worldly creatures, allowing the Wendigo to become a rather common sight as a familiar in Agarthan Kingdoms. One of the trivial skills of the Magi that study in their respective houses. No wonder the legends of mythical creatures have always been a mystery, ever since the Shadow Wars much of the land became enchanted, some say there are fierce Wendigos that roam wild on the Agarthan Isles... Vol. X: Political Opinion Lost Minds In this era of information overload, where such discoveries are cutting edge and new like Dark Matter and Dark Energy. Even searching inward for True meaning of the Soul. Knowledge is Power, and the herd grows. Many have the Knowledge, yet few use their Wisdom to make the right decision or do the right thing, in their perspectives. This shows the establishment as the true antagonist of this ''Woke Movement''. Seeds of turmoil become commonplace, some would call it grim, others say the Apocalypse. The line between Fact and Fiction is spreading thin. Rumors speak of Revolution, yet Truth and Facts become points of view, spreading Chaos. There is one tried and True method with Wisdom and Knowledge combined, this is our Science. In the Spirit of Seeking Truth in all things, we must not lose sight of the end goal, lest our Lost Minds will lead us astray. We must come together with Honor and Respect for Love to flourish. Now our Souls speak from emotions, while our Minds speak of Logic. In this Existence on Earth we are a Creation of a Dichotomous system of complex particles manifesting in the Flesh as Matter. In this Universe of Science and Atoms. Our physical manifestations are broken down to their simplest parts. Male and Female. A ''1'' or ''0'' in DNA; a map of Atoms and their Particle interactions. ''X'' or ''Y'' breaks our energy and manifests this Origin. Gender roles are based in this Dichotomous Creation. In order to continue the Species that manifests to procreate and breed to keep the Species Alive. With this in mind we must keep pushing forward in Understanding, as we seek Truth. Genders are the descriptions that ensure the Species can procreate. Roles are placed as a label and do not hold truth, but only Facts based on perspective. One can show interest in one or the other, or admire both groups equally. Empowerment is not reserved for minorities, it is for all people to feel Belonging and not Judged by personal choices. Opening discussions on preference is for those who have matured to the Scientific level where the mind is fully developed. Imposing your Beliefs on others is irrational and detrimental to the Species as a whole. The Gift of Humanity & Freedom To clarify any naysayers or haters of any kind I will like to make a few points in order to set the stage of our creation... All of Humanity was created equally and no one has a say over another only counsel to bring. We are free spirits and deserve the best of creation can give to life and expression. We live in a time where hardships are at every corner yet we stay strong spiritually and our future of paradise will be a good one that supports all life. You see giving the knowledge of good and evil gives creation a feel of what the first creator had when there was nothing. We struggle to keep in balance as our spirits develop to their potentials and we can live peacefully with a few simple natural laws such as food, water, shelter, and love. We are walking through the valley of the shadow of death yet we fear no evil since fear is only a worry of the unknown. When all is revealed and the world shown its purpose is to create life we shall know peace and all will love eternally... So you know you have purpose because we have been created in its image that all it knows is creation. Life is more than we expect and freedom is something that is deserved of everyone. Now if someone tries to push their control on you this goes against creation since we have been given the gift of creation we have been cursed to see both sides. If life is lived and we learn what the basics of life are we will know peace and love eternally. You need to come to terms with your creation and know that you are no better than any other individual since all was created equally. Your life is their life and you all deserve to live since that was the purpose of the creator who reflects in us all. We are natural curious creatures that love to learn and love to teach and share our lives with each other. Only then will we all know peace. Be strong through the rough times and be caring through the good times and you will have earned your respect as a mirror of creation. If it were not for the first we would not have been given an equal chance to live as one. Mother nature is your guide let her show you the way... A Living Wage & the Fall of Government So if you haven''t heard the the cost of living has gone up, yet nothing has been done to keep the minimum wage on par with this so called inflation. Seeing as the people in politics don''t understand anything about what government is suppose to be doing. These greedy thieves need to be taught a lesson in human rights and what it''s like living on a finite planet and thinking there is no end to its resources. don''t need a fancy job/career to be happy, I just want clean water and food to keep myself healthy. In Switzerland they have sent a bill through their government to give people over the age of 18 $2000 a month, no matter if they are working or not, so they can pursue their dreams more completely. I don''t see a problem with that idea, and it would stimulate the economy better than greedy politicians lining their pockets with our tax payer dollars. Hell even income tax is a bullshit idea used to perpetuate a war complex for big business to steal from each other and destroy the planet in the process. t has also come to my attention that both Harper and Obama, are on thin ice as they say. The people are as mad as hell and they are not going to take it any more. We have come to a pinnacle in society today, where anything that is not environmentally friendly and sustainable is archaic and looked down upon due to their destructive nature. So I say to you that the world is not far from a global peace and harmony. All we need to do is ride the storm out and love one another equally, as we all are only visiting this planet for a short while. Let us save the world not for ourselves but for the future generations that will inherit the planet from us. Students Have the Right to Choose With the way things are going, Moncton High may cease to exist. With the decision made behind closed doors that was not given a fair chance to have discussion on the topic. Students have become known as the Purple Knights; which is more accurate than some may assume. As we come to the end of 2012 there has been much change in such a short amount of time. With the end of the world hoax in the past and the birth of a new movement within occupy standards Idle No More. If you want more information about it check up the news on Facebook or Google. Now students of Moncton High you can take a stand for what you believe in; time to take back your school. As we know in the passed few months there has been a lot of talks going on about the future of Moncton High. It deserves a more fitting upgrade and instead of spending all those millions on a new one, how about invest it back into the already standing building. It is worth saving as its historical value is more important than new cash crops for the corporate powers to monopolize. The already standing school has great potential in its future, if only they would listen. This is where the Purple Knights are needed most. Students of Moncton High I beseech you to take action and save your school; not only as a historical monument but as a place of learning and education. We all need to learn something new sometimes, and that goes for the people down in Town Hall as well. People we need to work together and show that the peoples word matters and Moncton High deserves better and to stay in its own city as well! I would like to refer to my high school and ask that all the Purple Knights out there to heed my words... Back in 2006 in Montague, PEI the school was challenged with a new issue; the school was falling in on itself. It needed massive repairs and it was a hazard to the students as well. If it wasn`t Mold in old decaying classrooms it was a sewer system flooding the corridors of the school. It has its last upgrade in 1993 at that point. So it was time for the students that went there to make a difference and have a say in our own school. It was planned amongst the students themselves with help from Student Council. We planned a walk-out of the middle of class to make our point; but it was flawed. We needed to make a better plan, so Student Council made an announcement at the beginning of classes that there would be a forum for discussion to share our concerns with the future of our education; and it would be held at lunch in the gymnasium where the local TV network will record our concerns and show them on the nightly news. I am avoiding names here since it can be looked up in the archives of the local newspaper in PEI `The Guardian`. Suffice to say it went well and I even gave my own input on the issue. The results were what the students asked for, which was for a new building to be made up the street by the local Sports-complex. Now this is exactly opposite to what Moncton High is trying to do. Moncton High is dealing with a private arrangement that was held behind closed doors and sold to a private investor. This is an outrage and an illegal act by the local government! Purple Knights stand up for your school and keep it in Moncton. Do whatever means necessary and within reason of the situation. That is all... Occupy Moncton High! Occupy Moncton High! Occupy Moncton High! Make history. Money, Debt & the Future of Society With gas prices on the rise and grocery stores mark-ups on essential items getting out of control we are all feeling the grip on our wallets and that which is used as our mode of sustenance. Debt has one of the biggest grips on everyone who are living in this generation. I am feeling the call for action and change in this country just like everyone else is. We know we need something better and some of us actually have good solutions to what seemed to be a daunting task that will never be accomplished. Here is where we can flip the tables and actually show what money really can do if we take out the ego and greed equations in this debate. Let us start at the root of the problem aside from the aforementioned topics; interest. The idea of interest in modern terms is what is collected by the company that "lent" money to you or help "pay" off other debt collectors. I say screw that idea because it is more of a loan shark and if you are not a "registered" financial institution you are committing a crime. I am being ambiguous here since I have a few "established" institutions wanting money from me as well. This is all money made on essentially nothing. the proper term for interest is in the aspect of individuals either attracted to each other or introduced to them via the friend network. Interest should only have purpose in shaping peoples society and not in the amount of money they can make off money which essentially is worthless. Now debt is the accumulation of interest on top of interest and money making money on essentially nothing. I will not go into details on this topic all I will say is watch Zeitgeist 2: Addendum. Now if we were to forgive all debt like Iceland has already done and Spain are well on their way of doing, we can still have hope with all that invisible money and put it to work. The human species are masters of systems and mechanical creations this is why debt was created because we did not truly understand what we really have... freedom. So all that money that just keeps making more somehow in some phat cats mansion we can safely assume that we have all the currency we need and put banking systems in the service of the people and not dominate us. There is enough money out there in some phat cats wallet to eradicate poverty for eternity. You see everything have value or is worth something to someone. So I say use it to our advantage and forgive ALL the WORLD''S debt and invest it all back into society and sustainability. There is roughly 14 trillion dollars debt in the States alone and I heard somewhere it would only cost 3 trillion to eradicate poverty in the world. I say it is time to kill the Roman empire and not let it rule anymore. We are intelligent creatures just take a look out your window and you will see humanity''s potential. We could very easily see the Star Trek era in the next 10 years if we were to turn the tables on the system that we created... strange how it seems to have a life of its own! Let us make Nikola Tesla''s dream come true, God knows the man deserves it. With unlimited energy space may only be just the beginning. It is time to take a hard look at ourselves and truly see our colors. No more bullshit, as Penn and Teller would say. Money is not the issue its peoples ego and the greed that follows that destroys our planet, money was only a mode of exchange, a measurement tool we use to give comparable examples to reach a decision. Our lives depend on it, so do our children''s and the future generations to come. There is an old saying that goes something like this... "The planet, mother earth belongs to the future generations, we are only borrowing it for a while." Enviro-nomics or Econo-vironment? Something that has baffled millions for decades is to find the balance between the environment and economics. These are both essential to our livelihood. Without an environment there is no breathable air and no resources that are used to sustain our society. Without economics there would be no real trade or barter; we would lose our minds. I have to admit I enjoy having the option of being able to sustain my existence and entertain myself. We are an advanced species, we are at the top of the food chain not because of our natural stature, but because of our immense ability to do critical thinking and be aware of our existence. To ensure that we do not stray from the path of balance we have to learn respect each other and nature in order to be able to balance life into this equation of enviro-nomics. So lets delve a little deeper into this concept; starting with the environment. Dictonary.com defines it in 5 parts: 1. the aggregate of surrounding things, conditions, or influences; surroundings; milieu. 2. Ecology . the air, water, minerals, organisms, and all other external factors surrounding and affecting a given organism at any time. 3. the social and cultural forces that shape the life of a person or a population. 4. Computers . the hardware or software configuration, or the mode of operation, of a computer system: In a time-sharing environment, transactions are processed as they occur. 5. an indoor or outdoor setting that is characterized by the presence of environmental art that is itself designed to be site-specific. I find this definition is a little confusing, but all in all environment is the space in which you live your life and on a grandeur scale refers to the natural surroundings in which we live in, the planet. Now being in this planet, which is a closed system, there is no need or reason for us to go beyond its limits if we cannot live civilized with each other. If we do not take responsibility and stand up for our common interest which is the continuation of life, then we will no longer have a place to live in soon enough. So it''s time to take responsibility for our actions and work together to achieve the continuation of the environment and I promise you that you won''t regret it. Next up as we go down the rabbit hole, economics. The concept of supply and demand is archaic and needs a revision. This system was never meant to be based on money, it is based on RESOURCES. It is time to rethink our direction here, we need sustainability not a broken system that is running itself into the ground. Economics gives us a more complete picture when we take into consideration how much we can do with so little. A continuous expansion does not work on a closed system, because this is just a ridiculous concept that was used as a marketing scheme to make you spend your hard work. Every human being has the right to live but it is not all fun and games it is hard earned even without the monetary system. Take responsibility of yourself and you will be treated with respect. Economics is just networking with the right people to supply the masses with the necessities of life. Econo-vironment is a sustainable idea where all the resources that we have access to are used and put to good use in the right places to achieve independence of the system. The system is a living thing it needs to be fed and nurtured to ensure prolonged life for all. Money is only a means of measurement; it is not a way to achieve freedom, it is not meant to be a tool of the elite to enslave the masses. Greed will kill us all if we do not take this issue seriously. We are born free and should remain free that is the natural order of things; those who oppose this idea need to either die or change with the tide. Our future depends on us balancing both aspects of environment and economics while taking into consideration what its affects are on life. There is no future if we do not learn how to respect each other and take responsibility for our actions. Get Back Into Community There is so much change happening lately that it becomes easy to forget about the simple things. Now I''m not talking about the special moments that occur throughout a day of fun and entertainment; I''m thinking about simple things like picnics with the neighbors and local organized events that don''t cost an arm or a leg to put on. I''m talking about the support that is needed for any class of individuals from the homeless to the happiness. A more complete image would be getting back into community. Each city pays their own taxes to keep essential services open and available to everyone. It needs to be more education focused and less privatization. Communities are the lifeblood to sustainable answers for organizations and groups to come together for a common goal looking for cures and not treatments. Companies have lost focused of the most essential fact of all operations... it''s the people. They are the honored guest as the Japanese would put it, and not the consumer. People don''t need money to survive they need community to survive. With everyone pitching in for their share and no one being lazy because they don''t want to get off their asses. You have to admit we are a lazy species. How about we turn that around into our favor? As the old saying goes many hands make light work. This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience. Community, Sustainability, Healthy lifestyle and Abundance are all the same thing one cannot be complete without the others taking place to ensure old age a security and the youth a future while caring for the planet on which we live in. People barely speak to each other and tend to put up defenses on the slightest advancement, be it societal or personal. There is nothing to fear from your neighbor it is the mask that those in power put on to ensure compliance and ignorance. It is time to wake up to the reality that is near you and it is known as community. When people converse and show interest in their neighbor it creates hobbies and interests that everyone can enjoy like music or art. This is where community lives and thrives. People with common interests if they were given the chance they could, single handed, bring a brighter future for everyone. Community is based off of this need for human connection and to do it on a communal basis and show support locally. Everyone just needs a chance to make a difference and live happy. I think everyone is entitled to happiness. With the community getting together and making a difference opportunities arise that give people something worth fighting for, it gives them the honest work that we all deserve and contribute to the prosperity of the community. The motivation that keeps everyone going is life and happiness. These two things alone, life and happiness, will change the universe on a fundamental level and freedom is obtained through cooperation. This is the true beauty of community. Politics & the Green Party I have been interested in politics since I was young. I would ask the questions that others were only thinking about. After doing 4 years of research in sustainability I realized that to ensure there is a breathable and livable planet it started at the core of Canada in the middle of politicians arguing their point of view instead of cooperating and making the country a better place to live in. It is time for the elite to be torn down and the puppeticians to step down before they lose control. I have come to find that the only political group that I have little issue with their ideals is the Green Party. From the very start they are about sustainability, cooperation, and listening to the people. They have been running since 1983 in Canada. I have read their platform several times and I have little fuss with any of their goals. It truly speaks to the heart and I encourage everyone to download the platform and give it a good read, you will be surprised to see how little you can argue with such a all inclusive view. http://www.greenparty.ca/sites/greenparty.ca/files/attachments/green-book-2011-en.pdf The Green Party of Canada - Platform Now since I live in Moncton, I look to the provincial leaders of the Green Party to see if they can inspire me to continue down this path of politics. One man was able to give me that ideal, Roy MacMullin He had the all encompassing view of how politics has become so corrupt that they were no longer doing the bidding of the people but were doing the bidding of the corporation. This is one issue that needs to be stopped and given a thorough scrutiny to change the way it works to how is should work. There is a whole biography and reasons for anyone to support Roy''s work, check out his provincial leadership on the Green Party of NB page here: http://greenpartynb.ca/en/leadership/roy-macmullin Roy MacMullin - NB Leadership I have sat down and talked with Roy on several occasions and each time I always left with a little more hope that our political system can be saved and put to good use, the way it was intended. there is hope in electoral cooperation, which is Roy''s key note for NB leadership. For those who are curious about what electoral cooperation is, let me break it down a little here... It is when two or more political parties work together to increase the number of votes each party gets at an election. By doing this it will allow them to have a more unified front against the real opposition and show that they are working together for the people they represent. There is some details that need to be worked out but the overall idea of an alliance is what is needed in our political system today and not the competitive nature it was in the past. All in all vote green, it will save our future and our lives. Education & Employment With school just around the corner for millions of people; I thought it appropriate to shed some light on the topic about how our newly graduated students are coming out with mountains of debt and not even given a chance to practice their trade in order to build up experience to change society as a whole at the most fundamental level. This is Education and Employment of today''s world. I am an undergraduate from college and my course was Business Administration. My education cost me nearly $12,000 debt and I still have to pay more money to receive my last 3 credits which works out to being one class. Now this may not seem to be a large amount but one thing that is not factored into this equation is the cost of living, which happens to be going up possibly 4% in September of this year. There are friends of mine that are attending universities and one of them is finishing up Law school in BC. I can only imagine the amount of debt that he will be taking out of his course, I''m thinking somewhere in the range of $200,000. Being a lawyer is probably not the easiest of careers out there in the market, and you need to build up experience and rapport before you can even attempt the practice or even run your own office. Take a look at the student protests in Montreal and how bad it got before they took it to court. There was a vehicle driving up the middle of a large group of students without a care of who was in the way! This has gone too far. They protested about the high tuition costs and not enough bursaries or scholarships to even blunt the cost for school. The protesters have taken this issue to court and have gotten to the point where the right to education had become a human rights case. When courts have to go higher to deal with cases like these it becomes more expensive to pay lawyers to work a case like this; it then becomes a nightmare for those who are not prepared for it. Not all hope is lost though, thank goodness. Looking at other countries and how they run their education system I keep thinking about a documentary that Michael Moore did, I believe it was called "Sicko". He travels to France and talks with both locals and exchange students from Canada. Finding that the education system of France was based on a 2 Tiered system. Where you would have one level for the geniuses and Tesla like vision; and another for more supporting roles and infrastructure like trades. This in my opinion is probably one of the best systems out there for education and from what I researched their education is pretty much free of debt. To make something sustainable you need to educate people on how to maintain a system or city that offers opportunity for growth and abundance. We cannot be limited by the economy anymore, it is already died and only being patched by more bubble like funding that will never be paid off. The national debt becomes so large that it defies logic. If you were to take all the debt in the world and all the money in the world there would still be another trillion dollars or so that will never be paid off. People its time to follow in the footsteps of Iceland and say screw you central banks and remove them from our governments. The money that has been building up and making money off of the blood, sweat, and tears of the people belongs to no centralized bank or elite family, it belongs to the people for the people. Now it is time for sustainable answers and no more childish behavior. Sibling rivalry was made popular because it made the elite money. Now it is time to understand true sustainability and that starts at the most basic and fundamental scale which is survival. You see for something to be truly sustainable they need to be able to rely on being self-sufficiency and independent of the system. When an individual or a group of individuals can live off themselves and not have to depend on a broken system. Food, water, shelter, clothing/warmth, and love are the basic fundamentals of sustainability once all of these are achieved free of cost then you will have true sustainability. Are you denying people the right to live? Think about it people. Bus In Transit As many of my fellow Monctonians have noticed we are slowly losing patience over the Transit issue in town. Since the notice was put out by City Hall that locked out the bus drivers from continuing offering their services, the town, in my opinion, has lost some of its lifeblood so to speak. With the threat of also losing probably the most used service in the Maritimes, buses, people are beginning to get anxious; well I know I am. With a promise from the city of Moncton that continued service will be restored once a settlement for the union is reached is not a reassuring statement. I have talked with some of the drivers about this issue and they were content with keeping the service going as they waited for a settlement to be made, they have the right to protest just like any other organization that has people working for them. The right to protest may give a looming feeling about the bus but it should be encouraged and discussed amongst the occupants. By keeping things in moderation it is easy to make progress and reach consensus on a variety of levels. Here is where the problem lies, and it''s not in the hourly pay or salaries that are paid out; it lays higher up in the hierarchy with the cost of living. Inflation only makes it worse, so we will leave this topic for another blog post. The bigger picture here is with school just around the corner there will be a lot of students at odds with their transportation options. I know from experience as a student at NBCC, for 2 years in business, showed me a new point of view on how things work. One of the principles I enjoy is on the efficiency and effectiveness of how a business should work. In order to get the best impression with the least impact was where I seen hope for companies. For example if a company would simply listen to their co-workers and not see them as employees or numbers, this would be a great improvement. Another very important principle is listen to your customers; now this does not mean that a company should do everything they ever suggest doing. Customers are the lifeblood of every business, organization, and company on the face of the planet I say they have just as much importance as any executive or manager has. The city will have a big mess on their hands by the next few weeks if they do nothing to establish continued service of the transit. They need to trim the fat at the top to allow sustainability to take effect on the whole transit service. Each day I took the bus to school there were at least 20 or 30 other fellow students that did the same and more so throughout the day. There is more and more people using the bus just for the simple fact of saving gas and being more environmentally conscious, which is a growing trend. Here is one of many possible answers to this problem. Take a look at the local economy and corporations that are growing each year, they need to start investing in the community they are serving and offer incentives to those who are switching to the new paradigm of sustainability and environmentally friendly. It could be as simple as buying ad space on the buses to keep them funded or invest in making them more modern in order to keep up with the times. The transit needs to fix their wi-fi service as well and make sure that each and every bus''s Wi-Fi is working as it should be. The executives and corporate managers need to stop being greedy and start giving the peoples money back and not making money off of it, they never asked us if they could. It truly is an eventful year with the closure of Acadian Lines in the Maritimes, maybe some of those executives should look into expanding their horizons by supporting the transit and combining their resources to keep such an essential service in the Tri-Provence area and be more efficient with them as well in order to be the most effective at it. Some Spiritual Fun I thought it appropriate to share a little "Spirit Science" and split the darkness with a glimmer of light. Now even though we are in testing times this is probably the best time to be alive! We are able to see the change in front of our eyes from coast to coast. Know this what I am about to tell you is my interpretation of Universal Truth and Spirituality; feel free to comment and share your ideals with others, just no bashing of others as an individual speak to the body of work around the belief system. Now time for the real juice... Some might say, "What is spirituality anyway? and how do you tell the difference between universal truth and relative truth?" Well lets start with Christianity since it has been the dominant belief system since the Dark Ages. It is the relationship the individual has with the Lord and Savior, Yahweh and Jesus. It is actually much more than that, we are talking about the conscious person behind the body, the energy that radiates from a person. It is more than consciousness as well because people have feelings and are attracted to other people, either for friendship or partnership. There seems to be more behind what is spirituality than what is stated in Christianity; and even when you do your research there is gaps in this belief system and contradictory statements all throughout the holy bible. Take the life of Jesus for example when he was coming of age (around 12 or 13) he went east and the very next verse he was back at the age of 33. Okay people there is a whole lot missing here!! When we look into eastern religions like Hinduism and Buddhism, there is a whole other aspect to the idea of spirituality. When you do research this stuff you find that Jesus (St. Issa) was in India and China for a period of time when he went east. So we see yet another contradiction happening. So as we get through all the bullshit and get down to the core of things, even Islam shares similar ideals to all of the religious sects mentioned. So lets get this straight, no single religion, philosophy, or theology will give us a definitive answer, so we need to look at them as a WHOLE! ZMOG! BRAINFART! Okay now that I have cleared some of the confusion up, here is what, in my opinion, is spirituality: Consciousness, the Soul, and Source. Even science has proven that there is something beyond the physicality that is what the world calls life. Every person has a soul and that soul is free to do whatever it wishes, hence the gift of FREE WILL, this is the very first universal truth! Energy exists in all things, this would be the second universal truth. With science it has not explained the origin of energy or the first push that made everything come into existence. Consciousness touched on energy as being the God Source of where awareness stems from. I think there was an article somewhere stating that there is like 30-50 grams in the human body that has nothing in it, I''m not sure how they measured it but it''s out there. The soul is what lives in the heart and thinks from the mind. There is proof that there is brain cells in the heart! So you can think from your heart instead of from your head. This is where the conscious you lives, this physical body is the manifestation of the spirit that is you. We are a spiritual being having a physical experience, this is what I consider yet another universal truth. God source, the divine, Krishna, Yahweh, Buddha, Muhammad, Jesus, etc. These are only a few of the names that have been given to source in order to explain the supernatural, or things that are beyond yourself. Know one thing you are always part of source and source is always in you, this becomes another ultimate truth. With this logic, we come to the conclusion that we are as gods as well. Since we all came from source and claim that we are doing "the will of God" you are declaring you are god, this is not necessarily wrong. You have to give that a moment to settle in your mind, yes you are God, and so am I, so is your neighbor, and so is your brother/sister, and even your pet dog. Since we are all just another expression of source we are still considered god. Now if you let it get to your head this is where ego steps in. Ego is the negative manifestation of abused knowledge. We cannot live without it but we cannot let it control us either. There are so many topics that can be discussed further especially when you get into dualities and balance (Yin and Yang, Light and Dark, Good and Evil) this would be considered another universal truth. All we need is love, but we would never know what love is if we did not understand hate. I leave you to question your motives and your intention. You may wonder why bad stuff happen to good people, well I don''t have a complete answer for that myself but I see it as "those that follow the path of truth have chosen the most difficult route through life." It also may have something to do with how others are considered god as well... We have been given the sight of truth as we step beyond the mundane and wade through these dark times, but I''m here to tell you even the feintest light will split the darkest room, but a well light room will never be overtaken by the dark. Darkness is the absence of Light. Here are the questions we are all asking ourselves: Why are we here? Where are we going? Where did we come from? What is the meaning of life? Here are my answers to the above questions: To learn To the future, space and beyond God source To find your purpose these may not be complete answers but they are what I have lived by, and are at the basis of my belief and spirituality. I can''t give you your answers, you have to find that out for yourself. You have no one to blame but yourself. You are in control of your own life and no one else. It is time to mature up and become what we were meant to be... the embodiment of love, with the wisdom of a sage, and the power of a god. As always... share, like, comment and add your own interpretation, give resources, and always be a student of life! A Sustainable Answer Now there are many ops and plans that have been taking shape lately... from anonymous to corporations to government regulation. One thing that I have noticed is that people bring more problems than there are answers for them. Well I''m here to give you some answers to many of these problems. Lets start with something I am familiar with... The environment. Now there has been massive destruction to our environment now than ever before. With those of the past like clearcutting, to those problems of today tarsands and exploitation of oil. There are so many things that can fix these issues that it is almost pointless to argue that these are valid forms of "keeping the economy going" or "it creates jobs". How about we start looking at alternatives that are as efficient and effective or even more so than those of the old paradigm. Do You want quality of life? Do You want a future for your children? Do you want to leave a legacy that the world will remember? This is the new paradigm that promotes sustainability, healthy living, and renewable energies; all of these contribute to the quality of life people are looking for. Why should the few have all the perks and high standard of living when we all can have that if we just stop being greedy and start investing time, money, effort, etc. into our home, our community, our country? We have the resources to sustain all life that is here on the planet now. There is really no need for anyone to be in poverty; only to suit the agenda of the elite. Show your support for truth, love, and harmony; these things will bring about the change you want to see in the world. Make sure you be that change that you want to see in the world. David Suzuki, Jacque Fresco and many others have shown us that there is a better way, and it does not take much to make the change to a more abundant life. Great teachers and motivators of the past like John Lennon, Ghandi, Mother Teresa and many others have shown it only takes a little effort as an individual to make a huge impact on the world. Stop the suffering and start the healing process. WE ALL DESERVE A BETTER FUTURE FOR ALL OF HUMANITY.