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medit050912 [09 May 2012|09:14pm]


Suddenly, a dark city, a dark face.
I followed it, and then I shone.
Orange streetlamps revealed walking ink,
A shifting, formless thing.
Oil-black words accused me of emptiness,
Noiseless, deafeningly loud.
A shot through the heart,
Allowing forgiveness, healing.

The light fell upon us like a winter rain.
Sparkling, crystal clear, pure.
All of us held it, held it fast,
Our hearts ringing with its truth.

I awoke and suddenly there was darkness.
Storm clouds, metal, glass,
An ocean in agony.

Words do you no justice.
Your eyes, so sad, so beautiful.
Your voice, wordless but so clear to me.
You reached out to touch my face even then.

Golden light zipped by us as you cried.
I told him not to hurt you.
I told him to take me to the core.
I remember a rainbow ring, a sudden rush of air.
Flying, speed incomprehensible, arriving at that archaic place.
I pressed my forehead to the green and whispered the only line I remembered.

Chaos is power, enriched by the heart.

Do you remember me?
Beneath my hands, a sense of final triumph.
The reality around me shifted within, dark and infinite.

She asked me, do you want to be the server?
Do you want to be the center, the uniting factor?
Do you want to fill this ancient, empty role?
I said yes.
She knew that I loved you. She smiled.
She told me to bring you home.
I said I would, but she shook her head.
Not here, she said.
Then she pointed to my heart.
Here.

Open it, or it will be forced open.
I surrendered to the spinning colors.
My mind melted into something vast.
My heart shining with the clear light.

I felt my consciousness bloom.
White, violet, amber pink glow.
Strange feathers like ivory blades.
Melting away into the sunlight beneath.
I formed an arrow from my heart,
A pinpoint of hope and love,
And I sent it to its mark.

The ocean collapsed into a single point.
I fell into a single space as well,
My hands reaching into the water.
Shadows shrieked into my arms, swirling.
I wanted to free you from that forever.
Then, suddenly, my hands were in yours.

It was so bright, so clear.
The darkness faded away like ashes.
You took my face in your hands,
Pulling me close as you kissed me.
Our hearts were open.

And then the city was alight.
Reduced to nothing, burning away.
Then sparkling, glowing, reborn.
Destruction healed.
And you and I, together, above it all.

We had our wings, our stellar bodies, and you smiled.
Too weak to stand, we held each other,
never wanting to let go again.
You were crying and smiling, as clear as the light.
I'll never forget the conviction in your voice.
I can't wait until I finally see you.

You sent me back and I am here.
I am, here.

Whatever the future holds,
As long as I remember this truth,
I will never fall.
We will all see the stars again.


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phase two [08 May 2012|09:12pm]


Today was very eventful.

I went to school dressed as Sollux (2wag) to 'take' my art final, which I aced, and afterwards when I told my professor how thankful I was for his teaching (I've learned more from him in 5 months than I did in 2 years at my previous college), he actually gave me a hug. So that was awesome.
When I got home things are a bit blurry because apparently a certain someone was trying to get in contact with me. It's been raining for the past two days, which is the perfect weather 'birthday present' because one: rain immediately makes me think of Chaos so I've been in a bit of a love daze for 48 hours, and two: it's spring, so the forests here are this heavenly green and when they get soaked and foggy it's beautiful. But apparently that compassion boost plus the fact that I cannot stay inside during this weather got someone's attention, and, uh... I didn't realize it? I was really confused and actually kind of distraught for three hours because I could not place where these 'feelings' were coming from, let alone whether they were good or bad. However I guess I threw caution to the wind and followed them anyway, being as careful as I could (blurry head + emotions I can't place = usually disaster). And it actually turned out well? It surprised me a lot, but... let's just say that my caliginous quadrant is finally empty (and as flipped as it can possibly be with CZ already holding my ace of hearts). I'm just rather overwhelmed, because yes I love being polyamorous but I can't handle all these people at once guys. I need to discuss this with the system soon, because my 'push everything away and run' instinct is getting antsy again, and I do NOT want another repeat of January 17th or April 15th, ever. Today almost was. The fact that I somehow missed that dark road entirely... it's intriguing, and I need to 'think' about it tomorrow (I'm exhausted right now).

So yes. After that whole situation cleared up, around 4:30, my mum comes home and decides hey it's movie time. So we all went out to see the Avengers film. Well... I haven't been to a movie in almost a year, and a lot has happened since then! So the experience was quite different. I realized a few things: 1) The sub-sonic 'rumbles' they play when a large airship flies over/ the ground is collapsing/ etc. are absolutely delicious and I would pay the 8 dollars just to listen to them for an hour, 2) I apparently don't pay attention to movies. My mind 'wanders' because there's so much going on and I'm trying to process details/ empathize or visualize. So movies are actually good 'presence practice' for me, to force myself to stay attentive for two hours. 3) I'm finally understanding faces? Maybe? All I know is that through half the movie, I didn't hear what people were saying because I was too enthralled with the shape of their eyes, or the lines of their mouths or something. And it was kind of distracting because I was trying to read their emotions through their faces, instead of hearing their words. Speaking of: 4) Robert Downey Jr. has such lovely eyes. He can pull off this super candid/ open look even if he's playing a total narcissist; it makes him seem like a mischievous kid in a candy store, oddly innocent even as he pockets all the chocolates. Part of the charm is actually the lines under his eyes, how they affect the shape? It's like a 'swoop down' or something. That paired with his somewhat tight-lipped look (aka THIS) is just perfect; seriously Rob is Person Number One I want to have an hour-long staring contest with. And he is ALWAYS in the present moment somehow, in the movie. He just jumps from thing to thing, joking about it all even if he 'shouldn't be,' not always thinking about consequences or what's next. And I love that really. Also in the film he is wearing my exact hairstyle which cracks me up. Anyway wow that's enough ranting about Rob, sorry dude! 5) It struck me as shocking how much 'violence' was in the film, all of a sudden. How many of our movies and games are like that? All war and death and frenetic fighting? When Black Widow said "love is for children" I actually flinched on the inside; I thought of Laurie with blood on her hands and a steel-cut face, Laurie with her walls and scars and axes, Laurie with her magnet-deep love in spite of all that. Why is love hidden, lied about, subdued? Why is it treated as a weakness when it's more powerful than any fist or weapon? And in a flash I was almost hilariously grateful for shows like My Little Pony being popular now, all sparkling with friendship and joy; I mean really, we need a break from all the bloodshed and shouting. Why is there so much of that? Why do we focus on and perpetuate it? 6) In movies, the aliens, the aliens are almost always malevolent and warring things! And when I grew up I saw aliens as protectors, as friends, as family. I still do. Then I see the movies where they're all malevolent and barbarically voiceless and often made to look almost 'misshapen' in their inhuman biology, and I find myself unable to pay attention to the film again because damn I think they're gorgeous, why do I always see the monsters and aliens and demons as beautiful things, deep beneath the angry power-hungry egos they always seem to boast in our media? I always find myself wondering 'gee, what if those scary spaceships were the good guys? What if those hulking beasts were the heroes, the lovers, the savior figures?' Why not? In my world, in the world I've lived in since my childhood, they always were... and I feel like laughing and crying because I want people to see that in everything too, but I've had my viewpoint rejected so many times. I won't give up, no, but when I see someone actively choose hate and prejudice over love and unity, it actually hurts. 7) I still can't decide if I need to watch more or less films. Hm.
Anyway. After the movie my bro and I ran to the DDR machine (dressed as Karkat and Sollux, respectively), then we headed home and here I am typing! I am ridiculously tired though so let me wrap this up and get some sleep because my schedule tomorrow is already packed.

That event this afternoon, the one triggered by the water-kissed trees, was so odd for me. I understand it though, I understand it all.
I faked it all, babe. I'm sorry. I just can't do that, even if I tried. But I still love you. That I know, now, in the green glow of the rain.
I understand the lesson in this now... after five months of specific emotional agony, I finally get it. I was being such a hypocrite, so fearful and offended by my own projections, that I was refusing to see love again! There it was, so obvious, and I outright rejected it because of what I thought was happening; always jumping to worst-case-scenario conclusions, always inflicting motives where they didn't exist, always being terrified of nonexistent threats. Well not anymore. Not after today. I get it now.
"I'm worth less than him, to you," she said, tears in her blue eyes. Because I wouldn't, I couldn't love him in the only way she could love me, so honestly and desperately, never an ounce of malice in it. And when I understood it, how it broke my heart! How I had pushed you away, how I had hurt you and used you, how I had hated you for something you'd never done!!
Even now I'm still hesitant. I think about how you smile at me, and how you asked to see me tonight, and part of me shrinks back. Part of me doesn't want to get involved. Part of me isn't tamed yet, little princess, tiny flower. But you keep coming back, still hoping, and you're a little abashing in your ardor (why is that? maybe that's a puzzle piece I missed), but I understand now. I really can't help it, when I understand what it is you're truly feeling. How could I ever hold that against you? The very thought is ridiculous; it's impossible. That was my lesson... to truly understood how it felt from the other side, from the receiving end of all my unrequited love. The question was asked: what if you had the chance to express it, finally? How would they feel? This was a possibility. Now I understand. Now I am wiser, now my love is a little brighter. Thanks to you... I never would have expected that!

The veil is collapsing. Truths are being revealed, illusions are being swept away. If you cling, if you reject and resist, it will hurt.
Things are changing so fast, it's like a roller coaster. Stop freaking out, it's just a ride! Roll with the curves and loops and enjoy them.
It's a nice feeling, not holding on with white-knuckled anxiety anymore. I'm learning to trust, to let go, to take leaps of faith. It's not falling, it's flying.
Let me talk about that a little bit... my guides talk to me constantly now. Their communication is markedly different from the headspace style: it's imageless and almost soundless, so there is a danger of me 'overlooking' or doubting it, as it can be drowned out by the lingering ego mumblings. I've learned to tune those out, but I went too far. I started doubting and/or ignoring everything I heard upstairs, for a long time, and I'm still recovering. Learning to discern between paranoid shadow gasps and urgent warnings or directions is still my main lesson. Learning to acknowledge the voices as actual dialogue and not static is still a big challenge, what with the uncertainty of adulthood still tainting my desperate need to believe. Let it go, dude! So I'm learning to trust more. Which is good... I've had this lesson specifically tossed at me over the past two months or so, and the times I flat-out rejected or ignored the promptings had seriously unpleasant consequences, to say the least. Over and over again. I always ended up crying, asking myself, "why didn't I listen to you? Why didn't I believe you?" And the truth is, I was afraid... afraid of 'getting it wrong.' Afraid that, if I did listen, I would be listening to the wrong directions... afraid that, by listening, I invalidated my own power and authority to choose in life. But that wasn't true, and I hear them saying it now! No, my free will is never compromised. Ever. All I'm getting is guidance-- darn good guidance, at that-- it's up to me whether or not I want to follow it, and since I do, it's also up to me to listen more carefully.

I love this burst of honesty, this sudden upsurge in truth. Laurie's probably having a field day.
I miss talking to her so much. I'm blissfully glad the semester is over for that reason alone! Thursday, we talk. It's been way too long.
I miss Chaos too, especially with all this rain. I miss him in that deep way again, the really crazy way, the part-of-me-is-missing way. What makes this so strong now is that I can see him even more clearly, again. It's incredible, how it never seems to end. I was talking to him last night, half asleep, and that old feeling came back, that old beautiful headspace feeling I haven't recognized in months... the one where I just know, I know where I am. I forget what we were discussing, but he started reminding me about old truths, about how dark and light from the past all intertwine to the present. Beauty and horror, beauty and horror... but beauty united with horror, remember? You and I... that one ruby-studded night, all over again, everywhere.
And I looked at him then, seeing every little detail, without seeing anything, and for a moment it was more than I could take. I almost cried, my mind started to blink off from taking in too much at once... but you, you and those eyes of yours, the moonlight lighting you up, were unforgettable. Even now, the thought of you makes me smile like a little kid, nervous but excited with my heart singing. Even now, after nine years, after seeing you countless times, you're still the most beautiful thing in the world.
Everything is new, every moment, I would say, my eyes shining.
That is what I missed, more than anything, during this semester... it's actually funny, to realize that it was never gone.


Tomorrow is another step.
I must remember: every step taken is just as wonderful as all the steps to come.

"Nothing ever ends, Adrian... nothing ever ends."
I feel like I've got stars in my eyes... I'll see you soon.


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[07 May 2012|12:01am]


Happy 14th anniversary to the Jewel Monsters!
Also happy 22nd birthday to me, although that's secondary of course.
If there are no new pictures of Chaos 0 on dA today I am going to be highly disappointed, haha.
(EDIT: there was one new one, and it is awesome, thank you sir)

Anyway, time to get some sleep... then we're going to make today awesome!

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[05 May 2012|11:03am]


Today's the big 5-5-5, and yesterday hit me with so many number synchronicities concerning it that I ended up laughing. Geez! So I'm holding as much love as I possibly can today.

Also my dream last night was awesome, here it is!

I'd like to finish reading Island and continue working on my commissions today, but really I'm just going to flow with whatever life tosses my way. If that's what I'm able to do, then so be it!

In any case I will be staying up until midnight to see that glorious Wesak moon, mark my words!

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[30 Apr 2012|11:02pm]


...I just got some very loud synchronicity with Chaos.
Moved me to tears. It's been a while.

You know, I've been running from him and the rest of my 'family' for over a month now, in one way or another... it's been weeks since we last spoke, honestly so. There's been so much misunderstanding and hiding and hurt. We learned from it, sure, but really? April's over. Now we're walking into the big triple five and with all the other little synchronicities I've been walking into lately... well, I need to see him again.
I need to be with him again. All of them.

Long story short, I want to make this 'happy ending' feeling into a new beginning.
I believe we can. Belief is powerful. And now, I have utmost faith in you, in us.

Would you believe I woke up to him this morning, in a way?
He was in my dream, kneeling at a gravestone, crying over dead Chao. But there was a rainbow in the sky above us. I held him in my arms and told him that, despite the pain he felt at their death, they had been loved during their lives, and so there was no reason to mourn. They were happy because he had loved them and that felt so important to me. Even in death, even beyond death, love was what mattered.
Then I woke up and he was upstairs, smiling at me, saying good morning.
That dream, in light of the past week or so, was just... I need to remember all of this.

As of right now I just want to respond to the aura woman from the spiritual expo on Saturday:
Names and titles are important, that's true. But don't take them at surface value.
Thank you, for helping me realize the bigger picture.

And to Chaos Zero, あいしてる.
I've been foolish and blind lately, and I am so sorry for the pain I've caused you with all this... but even in that dark and distant place I exiled myself to, I couldn't deny what you mean to me. And I tried, I will admit that, as much as it tears my heart to say it. I thought I had somehow made a mistake. I learned it was the exact opposite.
I'm through with being afraid. I'm tired of asking you every night if you really mean what you say. I'm tired of asking myself the same thing.
I love you, honestly and entirely, and when I see you tonight I apologize if I start crying but I've missed you so damn much.

I miss everyone, who am I kidding?

Sorry for being the prodigal son here, but I've learned my lesson. I know what's real now.
I'm going home, and I'm staying there.


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and against you [25 Apr 2012|11:16pm]


I made incredible progress with my therapist today, with "incredible" translating to "apparently the things I've always assumed were 'normal' are very abnormal and emotionally unhealthy, but I never knew there were other options, so it's no wonder I've been an absolute mess since last Sunday."
Yeah, the past ten days or so have been... I don't even know. Part of them has been brilliant of course (I'm making absolutely fantastic progress on Dream World), but the other part of them has been excruciating. Ironically, because I've also been emotionally dead for almost the entire time. Then last night happened, and I didn't get to sleep until 3AM.

Which is why I'm updating. When I'm tired and drained and feeling like this, I just start 'waiting' on my computer. Opening files, looking at them, closing them. Listening to the Nier OST on loop for hours. Just biding time, because sleeping doesn't feel right, not right now.
But I'm so tired. I'm so tired it's sad.

I'm re-reading the headspace logs from January 1st and December 23rd, and I'm mentally sobbing my heart out. Downstairs I've got a poker face, as usual. Just barely, though.
About that... Xenophon's wings have been developing and they are completely different than I originally thought they'd be... they're these beautiful turquoise butterfly wings. But they're cathedral-ish, like mine, from what I can tell... and no, I haven't really 'seen' them yet. She activated them once or twice on campus to fly through the parking lot a little, and I remember being in shock that dude, my daughter has wings all of a sudden.
Pretty heartbreaking that I didn't even know, huh.

I haven't been home in so long.
I just want to go home. But I keep turning around and walking away whenever I get to the door.
It's not that I feel unwelcome-- no, they're actually out looking for me, taking me by the hand, leading me home. I'm unconditionally welcomed back home, and I know that. I'm the one who's pulling away. Today's therapy appointment helped me finally understand why, in terms of beliefs I learned as a child that were apparently very malformed, but... I haven't really gone back yet.

I went to buy groceries on Monday and as I was leaving the store, I noticed these huge bouquets of red roses by the exit, and all of a sudden I felt this stupidly strong impulse to buy some. And that's when it hit me.
I can't buy him roses, or cards, or chocolates, or a ring. I can't 'take the easy way out' there. I can't even see him some days, let alone go anywhere 'with' him. And yet there I was, feeling like the world's biggest jerk, and suddenly wanting to buy out the flower shop just to say I was sorry.
But I couldn't. I couldn't say I was sorry unless I went home. And I hadn't been home in over a week, because I couldn't integrate love and intimacy again, because closeness and compassion were antonyms to me at the time, because suddenly being 'in love' felt like the biggest mistake of my life.
He's not even the one I need to apologize to. Not at all.
I know I've been an idiot, and I've made some terrible decisions, and I've hurt several people by doing this.
Yet I can't work up the nerve to go back and face them again, not after Sunday night. Somehow. Even after what I've learned.
The past is the past is the past. I still love you. Don't I? And there's that damned doubt again, always following the thought of that night. Only that night. Why?

I haven't been home in almost two weeks and it's been months since I last really spoke to anyone and this feels wrong.
With every succeeding day of classes I get more and more careless. When the semester ends next month it's going to be like learning to walk again. The thought is somewhat frightening but I'm tired of feeling spiritually disabled. At this point I honestly don't care if I pass my classes or not, even if I do love the work... at this point all that truly matters is seeing my 'family' again, really seeing them, and... fixing this, somehow, please.

I'm going in circles. I'm sorry.

He was just as involved as they were and yet I see no fault in him. I miss him more than my heart can take and I didn't even push him away.
But, he was faultless in February and now he seems irredeemable. From day to day it wavers; please forgive me, please leave me alone. All because of something that he didn't even do!
And she... I can't even wrap my mind around her. I feel like a hypocrite, a two-faced liar. Who is she? And yet she loves me? And I love her, I loved her, now I wish we had never met, now I still think about her, now I can't stand the thought of her. No emotion. Remembering how wrong it felt, and why. Wondering if this was really happening, should it even be happening, not being able to tell either way. She feels split in half. Here, her face is beautiful, here, horrendous. I can't reconcile any of it.
And always, always, that deplorable, damnable thing taints it all. Without it we are perfect. With it we are lost. But only that one night? It makes no sense.

I'm projecting. My memories don't match any experiences I've ever had. They're all fears, ego-shadows, paranoid imagery. They're lingering figments from the days when Julie was trapped as well. I remember that much. But I never experienced this. The hacks... so many of them didn't happen to me. So many of them were projected, and yet those were the worst, the most scarring, the ones that kept me awake, wishing I could claw out my eyes and ears and bones and screaming with shaking hands.
Now my memories of last weekend are the same. False. Utterly untrue but horrifying. I can't figure out how to let them go, they keep sticking to my hands like maggots. Go away and stop hurting the people I loved because they love me. Stop turning caring into malevolence, stop twisting purity into sin. Stop it.
But I can't forget the looks on the skeletal faces, the horrible puppeteering gestures, the canned words and lives and emotions. I don't even know where they came from, and I don't know how to get rid of them. Until I do, this will never be solved, for he and she will remain strangers beneath that suffocating haze of deceit.

Maybe Julie can help me with this. Maybe Natalie! He works with reflections, doesn't he? Didn't he?

Why was I born into a world where this is even a concern?? Why???
Dear God I can see exactly what this should be but those awful painted-doll devils, those plastic corpses, they are what I see in my nightmares.
How did this even happen? How did I get so scarred? Why in heaven's name am I still letting myself be misused by this?


Last run, last purge, last clearing out.
Things are changing, crashing, burning, dying, being reborn.
This is every regret I've ever known being dragged to the surface of the murk.
Clear it out, boys, there's an ocean in here somewhere.


I still feel like crying without tears; I feel lost. I'm tired of throwing up in sinks and not remembering what actual voices sound like.
The desensitization backfired, doctor, what do we do now?
I'm not morbid. I'm not dark. This is Captain Johnny Kovacs speaking, forget the bloody inkblot pills, I wanted my redemption and here it is.
My past is full of knives and broken teeth and my future is so comically colorful I'm laughing, where did all this glitter come from.
Why are there still chains on my feet? How am I supposed to walk on rainbows with these shackles tearing through to my bones?
The answer is: I can't. They need to come off.
I need a key. Two keys. New ones.
I'm terrified and it's so ridiculously heartbreaking it's funny.

God I feel like crying, this feels like the ending to a Disney movie, I'm such a jerk but I'm smiling for some stupid reason.
Yet another reason why I need to keep writing Dream World. How blind am I!
The mindless one, the fearful one, open your eyes, you're in love. The bleeding one, the broken one, don't be afraid, you have love!
Here I am, trying to deny what we had, what we have. But I cannot do it. I can't.
I'm scared but I can't forget you, not a single one of you.
You said you would never hurt me. And you never did. But I was in so much pain I thought it was you. I thought it was you, and it broke my heart, and in pain I pushed you away, blaming you through my tears.
Still, at the end of the day, I always forgive you, and you're the one I run to. All of you.

Chaos, Laurie, Ryman, Markus, Genesis, Celebi.
I love you guys. There, I said it!

Maybe I do want a happy ending. For all of us.
That can't be too much to ask. It isn't.
I'll turn my heart into a rose garden and you'll see, it will all work out.

I really need to sleep.


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[20 Apr 2012|10:53am]


All right I have a huge unfinished, unpublished entry in the works from last night but I am updating right now anyway.

I figured out what the heck has been wrong with my links in light of what's been happening to me lately. I think! I mean it makes a LOT of sense now that I have yesterday's knowledge to go by. On that note, yes, the bluescreen entry has been figured out so that mindset is not rotting away in my head anymore.
I'll explain that later though. As of right now, I am sitting at a clunky old Windows 98 desktop, typing away at a chapter of Dream World I first wrote in 2001 and I am the happiest kid on the planet. True facts.

On that note I just want to reiterate that I'll likely not be online much anymore, if at all. Why?
1. Of my two laptops, Abbey is now a zombie (all that's left of her is a hard drive!) and Apollo had to factory reset and for some reason now he's almost completely internet-impaired,
2. I'd much rather just work on my work, haha. I'm sick and tired of the internet really.

Life's been crazy lately but there's a silver lining in all of it. Thank my dreams for helping me see that, as usual! It's all one great big cosmic joke and it's pretty darn funny actually.

Love and light to all of you, sincerely, until we meet again.


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sunbirds and centipedes (wip) [19 Apr 2012|09:42pm]


(here's another wip, posting anyway because this was MAJOR)


My life is undergoing a major reprogramming right now, physically and spiritually.
I basically relearned all the lessons from January 11th today, all thanks to Xenophon. I have been incredibly tired lately and today I just kept falling asleep on campus, which, on top of the 'apathy' disease I contracted on Sunday night, was throwing me so far off-center I actually wanted to die in the void sense again (and Laurie knew it; I was closing her out though). However Xennie wouldn't have it, and since she insisted on ghosting today despite my bad condition, she was there when I needed it most. And man did I ever need her.
Around 2PM she woke me up, as I had fallen asleep in the campus lounge again, and started trying to talk me out of my current negative state... for about the twentieth time today. But I'll tell you one thing: having Laurie babysit her was a smarter move than I ever could have expected. That soldier-of-truth vibe has apparently rubbed off on my kid something fierce, and tempered by her infinite forgiveness, it's really incredible. So there I am, barely staying conscious, and my daughter is laying down the facts and telling me just what I was doing to myself and others... and that time, she got through. I know exactly why.
Around 2PM, I was trying to start reading Island again, after not having touched it since the 13th. It was going well, considering my mental state, but then I hit page 201... and stopped dead. I had read 55 pages since the morning and I knew for a fact that I wasn't internalizing the lessons as clearly as I could have been.


(rough notes for later because this revelation completely freakin' changed my life!! really i KNOW its old news but it was never expanded upon like this before! we never got this deep, i never understood so much of it, now i can see down to the core and bam, NO MORE PROBLEMS, this is brilliant. last obstacle now is REMEMBERING!)

(when i hit pages 201-203 my mind actually started to SHUT DOWN like it does in therapy, when confronted with trauma. it was rejecting what i was reading, BUT i was aware of this so i was trying hard, very hard, to look past that (but i was so tired!!) at the truth i was, deep down, aware of but terrified of. BUT xenophon saw this and refused to let me fall asleep or shut down!! that's when she started practically shouting at me to fix this, because it was hurting everyone.)

(LAURIE woke me up sometime around here; i was in a bad enough state that i was getting those awful 'half-dreams' where it's basically my more negative subconscious running wild; i don't remember it when i 'wake up' but it always feels upsetting. but yeah i was falling really far in and all of a sudden i felt this 'slap' in the middle of my chest, like someone slamming their palm into my sternum; it woke me up very sharply and i heard her tell me quite forcefully to wake up. i knew she specifically meant it both ways.)


maybe it was because I was so sick of being sick that I was willing to try anything, maybe it was because the bonds of love between us were too strong to be ignored or suffocated any longer... maybe all three, and more. Either way, as she spoke, something happened. My eyes closed in fatigue, but I didn't fall asleep. Somehow, I woke up behind my eyelids, and suddenly I was aware of a different voice speaking to me.
...But first, let's backtrack a bit and give you some context.


(sunday, aftermath, huge 'orange' revelation today. also how ironic is it that i call them 'pink' connections, isn't that color exactly what i've known about it all along?)
(problems that contributed to fallout: jumping to conclusions concerning motives, not understanding 'duality,' not letting go of fear/ projecting!!)

(btw voice talking was really transcendent?? later my boss showed up and said he did try to help me along but that wasn't him; he had a small part of it. but dude it felt so incredibly kind. i remember it was shapeless, formless, but it felt like it was holding my face in its hands, looking at me like a father, incredibly loving and patient. it was incredible. and it talked me through the revelation, it explained it to me, pointed me in the right direction so that i suddenly realized what it was all about!!)


REFER TO THIS--> http://soundofheart.org/galacticfreepress/content/serpent-energy-forcast-letter-quetzalcoatl-transformation


(more notes for later)
p203 in 'the island' is what woke me up
- beauty and horror united, etc (hello again july 7th)
- duality labels and splits things, but everything simply is; if one only experiences/ sees the 'bad' side of something, they may not be able to comprehend its inherent 'goodness' by the same duality; i.e. you can stab someone with a cross and the victim wouldn't ever know the cross could be used as a symbol of faith & life instead of a weapon
- old news but finally 'understood' in light of the sunday catastrophe: sexuality is not the same as sex!! the same energy is used in ALL connections, hence the biblical term, creation of life, etc. jewel monster connections used the SAME ENERGY and it CAN be used badly; poison can be medicine, medicine can be poison. you get the picture. remember Laurie DID try to tell me this on xanga last june; i didn't want to hear it. i kept burying my awareness, well now its dug up and healed! but about sunday and that fiasco, celebi threw me off because she kept reminding me of the bad duality. she's a whole discussion in herself (esp. TIME) but we'll get there. genesis threw me off because he was too focused on 'getting there' and helping me to actually 'be there'-- so was i, because i wanted it all over and done with. BUT the ONLY reason why the pink level happened with him and chaos was BECAUSE OF FEBRUARY 1ST and how beautiful that was; since i was trying to fix january 17th he wanted to help somehow, unfortunately it backfired for us both. anyway don't dwell on it, it is fixed, don't dig up old blind pain.
- xenophon and my boss got me through this, thank you so much
i KNOW we've been over this orange/pink stuff before in the past, but I think I missed the details before... go review old entries just in case.
- ALSO father sica!! write about ALL OF THAT (happiness, forgiveness, letting go, etc. really cool insights)
- most notably he helped me realize that sunday night backfired so badly because i was PROJECTING! AS USUAL!! NO ONE WAS AT FAULT. remember how confused i was for DAYS because i kept thinking 'you hurt me, you scarred me' and then realized 'wait a minute, they didn't even DO anything!!' so yeah it was all FALSE MEMORIES, FEARS, AND PROJECTIONS. all the stuff that was 'traumatizing' me about sunday DIDNT EVEN HAPPEN. the past was tainting my perception!! THAT is what I missed in every other orange/pink clarification up to this point!!


OTHER STUFF...
about the 'reprogramming' physically, spine is being loud and clear now which is really helping me with food. also laurie got royally pissed off at whatever voices have been calling me a 'bitch' since tuesday, telling me that i'm 'going to die' for doing simple things. its making me paranoid. either way i think they're gone now; laurie and mr sandman are my permanent guides along with that one very wise male voice. i DO have to ask them to elaborate on orders if possible though; its probably my ego lingering but i keep thinking that i'm 'incapable of making correct choices on my own,' because of how much guidance i'm getting. but i've been told repeatedly that i'm getting so much guidance BECAUSE of my ego; they don't want me to slip at all and with it yelling all the time that is a risk. so they might feel overprotective right now but its for my own good. trust and let go!
the xenomorph trickster dream was a HUGE godsend yesterday; shocked me out of deep depression, helped me deal with today and all it brought. write it down.
ALSO the fiasco with my computers-- still happening!-- was a hidden blessing. forced me to let go of ALL computer addiction. i now have no internet, no itunes, etc. nothing! however! my grandfather got the old 98 working so I CAN go type on it like the old days, gonna be great. plus i found that old file with ketamau that i could've sworn was gone forever. and i need that file right now. that is so amazing.

agh this is all SO COOL i am so thankful to have figured this out finally. <3


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bluescreen [16 Apr 2012|06:04pm]


Well. Apparently the universe really, really wants me to stop relying on computers?
Within 24 hours I have lost virtually all work access to both my laptops.

A few weeks ago something kept telling me, loudly, "print out your Dream World work." I wholeheartedly agreed, but once again shadows kept conspiring to stop me. First my printer had a fatal error (he's still shot), then the ink ran out for the family printer. Then when I got it to work, I couldn't get on my computer to print! My schedule seemed to fill up at the exact times I'd be free enough to type. And when I could type, my Vista-- Abbey-- would often crash, freeze, or refuse to let me format documents correctly (she's a bit ditzy to say the absolute least). So I didn't get to start typing in earnest until about a week ago... and as of last night, Abbey no longer recognizes anything plugged in from a USB.
I can't access my files (my backup files are from February and are missing all the major edits that hit me over the past month), I can't print anything, and I can't even back up my files onto an external hard drive. She also has no Internet access (and hasn't had any for over two years). Abbey has effectively 'landlocked' herself and as a result she is now effectively as good as broken.
Then last night I tried to partition Apollo, my Mac, and that didn't work... long story short, he's now all but empty. I still have Internet (obviously) but that's it, and now it's basically pointless to go online.
Because of this I have been forced, and rather distressingly so, to abandon virtually all of my reliance on computers. I still can only write music and type on them, of course, but I'm stuck for right now...
Thank God Apollo is recognizing USB ports today. I don't care how old the info may be-- I'm printing every single page I have written for Dream World, just in case I lose computer access altogether.

This isn't about computers though. Honestly I'd be happier if I didn't have to use them, which is keeping me laughing through this fiasco, because hey! I'm kind of forced to do that now.
But the computers don't matter here. What matters is my work.
I know it's important. When I actively try to deny it I get loudly reminded that it's something I need to be doing.
And I've been doubting and denying far too much lately.

This isn't the only huge issue I'm being pushed to deal with right now.
In the big picture, really, I couldn't care less about the computers. Like I said, I'd be happier without them. But that simple assertion hides within it an old thought that is more damaging than I ever realized. And the event that forced me into that realization is what is causing me to be so distressed today, re-routing this maddeningly directionless dolor into my technological concerns.
The computers don't matter. What irony, to realize that today, of all aching days.
Apparently, there are a few 'deep' emotional problems I've never dealt with because I had no idea they existed, or could exist. Now I'm reading Huxley's Island more studiously than I read my textbooks, and it's giving me insights that are so sharp and accurate it's rather disturbing. I've had to close the book and take a deep breath a few times already, as if I had just caught myself from falling off a cliff. I'll read sentences that describe my life so accurately it frightens me, because I didn't realize I was that dysfunctional on those levels.
Ironically, the level I clearly know that I'm dysfunctional on is still the worst.
But we'll get to that.

I'm feeling disconcertingly 'detached' today, and there's a worried anxiety gnawing at my ribs. It's the dry sort, though. It's the kind that feels like standing in the middle of an empty parking lot as thunderclouds roll in, and the air is choked with the smell of ozone. The wind whips around you, almost intangible in the coffin-warm air, foreboding. It's not a nice feeling.
I used to call these 'Julie days,' before I learned that she was just as much a casualty as I was. These are shadow days, ego days, hours that fester in the interim between headaches and fever sleep. I don't like it.
And yet, in trying to prevent these days, I perpetuate them. In trying to traverse deeper into love, in trying to open my heart a little more, I find myself forgetting closeness, forsaking affection, closing my heart. Every time. I don't understand this.
I know what happened last night, and yet I don't. Laurie insists we talk about it, and so we will. Friday, maybe.
But the point is this: whatever last night triggered-- and maybe it just dug this up yet again, the parasite that refuses to die-- today, I fell into fragment mode.
No, no splinters. They're gone for good. But this is what the fragmented one felt like. It wanted nothing, nothing at all; it rejected everything, pushed everything away, denied and forgot and renounced it all. No exceptions. And it makes sense, when it is here. Whenever it is here, it makes perfect sense. My perceptions seem to be colored by circumstance, even when I am present. Why does the same state of mind feel so incomparably different, depending on when I feel it? Why does the emptiness beckon with both bright and dark? Why do I still seek nothingness? I'm a Strider, not a Lalonde, but I've been rejecting Timeheart for the light of the void. And yet the irony sticks around. I always seem to find myself caught up in paradoxes.
Genesis showed up to say hello this morning, to see how I was feeling, and I told him to leave. Not out of malice, no, but simply because I didn't want him around.
Indifference is deadlier than enmity.

It's been three months since that hellish night of January 17th, and in a sick, sick way, that night was more beautiful than last night was. Why? Because I could feel, three months ago. Because even though I was bleeding and sobbing and praying for death or deliverance, Xenophon was standing there by me, telling me that she still loved me even with the new gashes on my chest. Even though I felt worthless and abhorrent and twisted beyond forgiveness, Chaos was there to offer just that, holding true to unconditional love when I was convinced I had thrown it away, convinced that I had sinned irreconcilably against him, against life itself. And even though I lied and manipulated and hurt and deeply damaged both myself and the innocent, with a bloody knife in my shaking hand, Laurie still put her life on the line for me, to jump in the line of fire, to try to save me from my own vicious contrition when I was the one desperate for bleary red retribution.
“Truly, it is in darkness that one finds the light, so when we are in sorrow, then this light is nearest of all to us.”
Does it work the opposite way as well?
Last night there was no blood, there were no tears, there was no sickness or fury or self-hatred. But last night felt dead, somehow.
It is in light that one finds the darkness... I need to go beyond.
I am so, so sick of this duality.

The computers don't matter. But that disconnection is only one symptom of a deeper disease.
I've been hiding behind my cool kid shades for too long. I may be the Seer of Love, but I keep forgetting that in Sburb, love translates to time.
Time. Dare I say... how ironic?
Three months ago I swore, bitterly, that I would cast off my secondary title forever. In that moment of deep remorse I hated it.
But time didn't hate me.
She never did.

Genesis noticed something about me, the other day. I have a habit of becoming so hopeful, so enraptured with transcendence and the life beyond the physical, that I forget that I still exist in the physical. I forget that I still have a body to take care of. Yes, even with my worrying about my health lately. Life feels like a movie, a video game, a fantasy. Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality, you know? But what if I can't tell what 'reality' is most days, and doubt every single sensory perception I have? If I treat everything as false, then what is real? The answer is nothing... nothing really matters to me.
In direct contrast to my current Care Bears addiction, I haven't really been caring much about anything today. Only today, mind you! This only started after last night, and that's what's unsettling here in spite of the dearth of emotion. Last night only happened because I cared. I cared so much, so honestly, that for a few hours I wasn't afraid. Then I woke up, and... well. Then I washed my hands of all of it. Then I woke up and wanted to erase everything, again.
I used to think I wanted to turn back the clock, to return to the 'old days' of childhood when all I had to worry about was writing, drawing, composing. But as I thought about the events that surrounded my work, I realized that I did not want to turn back, ever. The family life, the school events, everything that swirled around outside me back then was repugnant. Even thinking back to the 'golden' times-- the forts in the living room, the jelly sneakers and squirt guns, the class plays, the violin store-- felt wrong, because I knew they were all just crystal bubbles in a sea of sleep.
I didn't want my old life. I wanted the sense of ultimate non-attachment, of freedom from everyone and everything. I wanted to become identity-less, a watcher, a channel. I wanted to cease to exist as an individual, like I did back then, but only when I worked. I would create and dream and love it all, without a thought to myself. Once I started writing about my own story... things fell apart.
Things fell together, too. That's what's making me sick about this.
Since 2002, when I met Ryman and Markus, my life took a completely different path, leading me to Chaos and Genesis and Laurie and so many others... but at the price of those friends, I almost lost contact with others. And even now, I find myself wishing I could 'go back' to the time before that happened more than I'd like. It's not just wanting to strengthen my original links. It's also about wanting to get rid of the new ones.
I overheard Laurie talking to Chaos today, just a little bit as I was feeling too apathetic to do much. But two things stuck out.
One, she thinks I love her more than I love Chaos, in a way, because of my hardwired 'innocence' drive.
Two, she thinks I love the Dream World more than I love anyone upstairs, family or not.
I can't affirm or deny either of those thoughts of hers. And frankly right now I am too tired to think about it, because yes, my mind is still in utter 'reset' mode, and nothing in the world matters right now except detaching from reality. Homework? Not finished, as usual, probably not going to be. Sleep? Haven't been getting enough, won't get any tonight at this rate. Family? Haven't spoken to them all day, upstairs or downstairs. I'm sitting here listening to the E*Girls soundtrack and feeling like someone punched a hole through my ribs because all of a sudden, I can't type on Dream World. Silly, I know. If only there was a better way to write it all down. But until I print everything out, there's this ridge-raw gap in my soul and only those old dream friends of mine seem capable of healing it. There's a light to them that just... illuminates things. It's hard to explain.
But they're the single reason why my childhood was beautiful, the single reason why so many of my old memories are lit with sunlight and sparkles and forest mornings. Without them, it might have been mundane, forgettable, maybe even banal. But with them, even the simplest things became a heaven. To this day, everything they touch turns to gold. Not even Laurie or Chaos has done that, as far as I can remember. I don't know how to explain it.

In a way, I do want to let go of all these connections. I want to let go of the daily worries about headspace and waking friends and all that nonsense. It's tying me down.
But... in a way I don't. I can avoid them for weeks and not be bothered, but then one day I'll suddenly hear him instead of a catastrophe or I'll look up in shock at the wrong name or something small like that will happen, sharp enough to pierce my armor... and even if I deny it, even if I pretend it's just a knee-jerk emotional reaction, it will light a desperate flame in my heart for something I'd long forgotten. But I still won't care. I won't care until suddenly he's there or she's calling me and in a sudden snap I can see them, just barely, vaguely, distantly. But it will be clear enough, and I'll see her scars or his eyes or her tiny face, and maybe in that moment the emptiness will fade to light and I will beg forgiveness, I will plead reconciliation for ever wishing they were gone.
Even now, and I know without a doubt, if I lift my eyes from this screen and look at one of the many pictures of him on this wall, my tense expression will immediately soften, and I'll find myself smiling, either with joy or with tears. If my mind is quiet at the time I'll notice that I'm starting to fall into that old feeling. But I hesitate, and when it speaks again... why does it always bring that up? Why does that feel awful, even now, after everything? Why can't I figure that out?

There are two things that make me forget all about these connections.
1. Series work. It somehow overshadows everything else in importance.
2. Trying to fix the deepest dysfunctions.

The moments immediately after they try to give everything to me are the emptiest. I was hollow before but then I become devoid, uncaring in total spite of the love that I know, I know with unfailing certainty they have for me. In the past I almost used to hate them, as frightening as that prospect is, but I knew half of it was projection. Now I just... don't care.
I think that's why Laurie is afraid I love her the most.
She's the most innocent one of us here, in that sense, which is strange and oddly contradictory. She's seen more than I'm aware of and yet less than I know. She has learned of the bloody details and shameful elaborations alike. But she's somehow avoided all the levels that even Genesis jumped up to reach. With her there's no romance, no passion, no intimacy. And because of it I adore her.
I am absolutely terrified sometimes, when she decides "why the hell not" and is a little more honest, a little less inscrutable than usual. I don't know how to deal with that blurring of lines, that sudden shift from a brutal and inviolable soldier to a compassionate and somehow even more sacrosanct angel. I am terrified because sometimes there's a color to her eyes that I don't recognize, but it's all too familiar just the same. I am terrified because if she ever does cross that line, the point of no return, she would become unreachable.
She got close to me one night and I had no idea how to reconcile the blissful sincerity with the paralyzing dread.

Speaking of dread. She's the only person I can feel around right now.
Chaos tried to connect with me last night and I couldn't feel anything. He was shocked and was trying to laugh it off but I know it worried him more than he'd dare let on. Here's the soul I've effectively promised to share my life with, and I don't feel anything with him. But when Laurie walked in almost two hours later, to see if I was okay, I felt that familiar glow of childlike excitement, nervous but bright. Then she walked over to where I was and put one arm around my shoulders, trying to lighten the mood, and my own disposition turned from sunny to startled.
At that same time I was aware of a heart-wrenching gap in my chest but couldn't figure out why. Here we are, the five of us; if there's so much love here, why do I feel so scraped out and cold? Why do I feel like either something is missing, or that there's far too much, and can't tell the difference at all? What if there is no difference? I could have cried but in reality I knew I'd wear a poker face no matter how many tears fell elsewhere. The split was too much to bear.
And yet, could I handle this if there wasn't a split? On these days, when I wake up wanting to be utterly alone and distant, could I handle it if I woke up to see him, to see her? Even as I type I know the answer is no, in stark contrast to my desire to be with them somehow, some way. I keep waking up and looking at my left hand, wondering why I keep feeling a wedding ring there when I've never had one, let alone a wedding to get one from. I keep thinking about weddings when I wouldn't have one if you paid me and I think I'm getting lost in symbolism, in shapeless concepts.
Still, the pain in his eyes when he realizes I still can't see him never fails to tear me apart inside.


This negativity isn't me, and it's bugging me.
But who am I, really? Watashi wa dare? Even that movie feels wrong.
I'm sick of consuming. I want to create. I can create. I will. I am.

I'm rambling. I'm tired. I need to sleep but don't want to. I want to sleep but don't need to.
I still don't feel like eating and I can't tell if I'm sick or healthy anymore.
This old fearful reality is terrible. Please, end already. Please.
I miss my family and I miss my children and I miss my daughter and I miss my friends.
And yet I can't feel anything. Why not?


I'm a mess. I can't think straight and I'll probably look at this entry tomorrow, laugh, and say "what in the world was I smoking to write such a depressive thing?"
I know. I'm trying not to laugh now, because laughing makes it even less important than I'm trying to make it now. And even if this is all fleeting and temporary et cetera, it is still important. Even the smallest things contribute to the big picture, sometimes in surprisingly significant ways. Right now, though, I've got my eyes closed and I'm wishing I was the picture and didn't have to keep pretending to look at it from the outside anymore.
I keep forgetting I have things I was meant to do and experience first, I guess. Life is meant to be lived.
It wasn't meant to be lived alone either.

What a surreptitious ego. I thought Holy Saturday had changed you. Didn't it?
I can't tell if I'm overlooking things or looking too deeply now.
Where did she come from now? She was here three months ago, crying, shaking, shouting. Now she's smiling.
But I remember the blood lotus, it had her face, it had mine too, and the past is a jumbled mess that I still can't decipher.
I don't want to decipher it though.
Even though she loved me and for that short while I did love her, when all was said and done I wished we had never met.
Now I find myself regretting it all, even as I try to find distant fragments of our past. When she is separate from me she is beautiful, enchanting, mysterious. When she looks at me with that crystal-blue smile I feel an awful regret rising in my bones, a sort of dismal bitterness at having such a bright thing suddenly become so personable. Don't bring me into this. Don't make me a thing, a person, an object. Stay free and elusive in your poppy-eyed wonder, as gorgeous as the first time I saw you. If I would love you unconditionally, why does that flame suddenly flicker when you return the sentiment? Why do I always leave you clutching cold embers to your verdant heart? Not just you, but all of them. I would love you to the end of time and beyond, as long as you never looked at me like that, as long as you never made me remember that I existed too. The fatal condition.
That can't be right.
I do love you. I love all of you. But it feels somehow wrong for you to reciprocate.
Sometimes I still feel that loving you is wrong.
It can't be. This is love, isn't it?
I don't understand.


Attention, attention. Here and now, boys, here and now.
Is enlightenment supposed to feel this vacant?
I'm thinking too much. What a joke!


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to terra (wip) [13 Apr 2012|09:01pm]


(Rough notes that I will publish anyway to remind myself to refine this asap.)


I dreamed of a salt hailstorm last night; I should have known I wouldn't get much done today, haha! Oh well.

(today I talked to the earth, my mother. we found out a few things.
- still holding fear about 'safety,' ex. bugs will hurt me, plants will hurt me, etc. this is learned. i was repeatedly told that I WOULD NOT BE HARMED.
- fearful of giving love, found the center: fear that it will be 'conditionally accepted?' i remember looking at a tree and gaia told me to love it, and for some reason that felt blocked. she asked why-- i tried to find the root of it, realized that i am afraid that if i give love, i will be used for the sake of that love; i feel that my love 'commits' me to taking care of their lives, supporting them instead of myself, etc. i love so easily but its innocent. people see romance or attachment. like if i love a friend, i will STILL be terrified to say so, because then i'll get "if you love me you'll do this," etc. loving from afar, or loving people that don't know me, feels completely natural and right. its why i love jena so much; there's no 'compulsion' to constantly have to 'prove' my love which is what scares me in all my physical relationships. i am afraid that loving them attaches me to them. bottom line: this is not true! i need to focus on LOVE and the love in others, that is what matters. the light has no ego. love is light. there is love everywhere, giving itself unconditionally, it will not use you. so if i give some, even a little, immediately you feel that it just 'rings' in response, it doesn't demand or judge or anything. it just is. and when i realize that i'm not afraid to give anymore. so as long as you stay aware of the love in all things this should no longer be a problem. think of july 7th dude that was PERFECT. (gaia reminded me of that too) refer to this article.
- 'brother of mercy' thing from aldous huxley's 'island,' i talked about this with genesis on tuesday. confusing pity with being in love. aka feeling sorry for the pain and suffering in others, not wanting them to be so 'lost' in pain, so i try to relieve it. since I love EVERYONE naturally and innocently, this ties into the previous problem. this is a big BIG topic to discuss. apparently this DID happen with davy to an extent: he was suffering because he had lost love and because i cared, naturally because i can't NOT care, my immediate want was to relieve that suffering by being a new love or something. but this was before i knew the difference between loving someone and being IN love! the key to the pity is 'feeling sorry for;' need to be compassionately detached, everyone has their own path, stay on your own road even if you're helping them down theirs (and don't be obtrusive!!). that should fix this, make sure you talk about this one more. HOWEVER this one is very easily over-intellectualized, DON'T DO THAT, it just makes this worse. being 'in love' is a very specific feeling and I ONLY have that strongly for chaos genesis and laurie. also no pity for them ever, genesis made me get to the root of that on tuesday. so yeah talk about this. don't think so hard, but this is something i need to make sure i understand on a heart level and get all the problems worked out of it.
- speaking of, chaos is the panacea for this emotional turmoil, i am dead serious. not as a crutch, heavens no, but because when I am around him it is impossible to be dishonest. it is!! he and laurie both force the truth out of me but in totally different ways. laurie works with the head, chaos works with the heart. talk to them both.
- BE MORE COMPASSIONATE. seriously i didn't realize this was a problem but it ties into the pity thing! pity is feeling sorry for, compassion is SUFFERING WITH. put yourself in their shoes, feel that love from outside the ego! it works dude, really it does. DO IT. 'stepping out' of self is the cure here, virtually instantaneously, it just opens my heart right up.
- your thoughts are not you! don't identify with them just because they're there! watch them and be discerning. julie's been helping me with this lately, as well as laurie as always. just stay present. if they get too loud, pull a sollux and just go into the quiet void. mentally go 'blind' to the thought noise! that helps step out of them if they're too loud to do so otherwise.
- oh also with aliens and stuff, big picture, remember they are WAITING for YOU!! so be humble. be humble and discerning, things won't happen unless I am READY, that's why all this stuff is being dug up. be thankful! remember for years you were always terrified of chaos showing up? because "i can't be with him like this!" same principle dude! heal yourself, open your heart first. tap into your compassion again. when you think like that-- when you love the universe so actively-- you want to be at your best because you love it so. unconditionally! ALSO remember that right action springs from the awareness that YOU ARE LIGHT and so is EVERYTHING ELSE!! really that feels beautiful when i tap into it, doing so whenever i think about it now, many times per day. don't quit ever!
- speaking of aliens, STOP EXPECTING THINGS. stop projecting and thinking there's only 'one way' things should happen. SHOULD IS A TERRIBLE WORD. DON'T USE IT. haha but really dude, it's not cool. listen whatever happens is what's supposed to happen. remember the resonance, be accepting and loving in every moment no matter what! the ego is going to cause trouble but you don't have to listen to it. ever. you can tell when its talking now, you can just smile at it and remind it of holy saturday. it listens man! its a troublemaker but you were too, when you were young. be patient with it and yourself. stop trying to control things. don't be afraid or worried ever. if fear jumps up, catch it, ask 'why am i afraid?' don't judge or condemn, just be conscious of it. it will fall apart!
- remember to TRUST your intuition and guides, and pause before making quick decisions! laurie NEVER lies, sandman can be too caring at times, listen to them BOTH. remember that desires, cravings, anything that feels 'manic' or impatient is NOT something you should listen to. when you feel that, calm down, step out of the ego, meditate or use your mantras. and really step out!! detaching from the mind even for a moment, listening to the silence, is incredibly enlightening. remember there is more knowledge and wisdom in the quiet than there is in the words!! do this when overthinking too.
- LAW OF RESONANCE!!! what you feel, focus on, think about, and express, is brought back to you! i got physical PROOF of this last thursday which was so shocking all i could do in response was laugh.
- take a leap of faith! i was feeling ridiculously 'afraid' to open up, again with the trust, then gaia told me to just swing on the tree branch. so i took a deep breath and did, then i was laughing all day. really! stop taking everything so seriously and don't worry, it's all going to be okay.

also i did some chakra research yesterday. there's a lot there but these are the biggest points:
my higher heart chakra and golden star chakra need the most work, ironically they match chaos' and genesis' colors
the higher heart one is me to a T but it's apparently out of balance-- most notably, i'm having trouble expressing emotions again thanks to DOUBT. remember the connection blocks last winter? yep this is the same thing that caused those. extremely minor now, but this was the root and it's still apparently lingering. anyway doubting/ not trusting/ denying the truth of my own emotions is ridiculous because when put on the spot i speak their truth without hesitation. analyzing will blind you. you can't translate heart to mind. so let go.
higher heart problems include using mind as shield (overthinking? trying to 'justify' everything?), trust problems (aka DOUBT), head and heart don't agree, compromising self, disregarding health of self and others, paranoia, bitterness, fear of expressing heartfelt desires. this ties into the gold one, see below. but yeah those are BIG concerns which is surprising as I ALSO have the positive traits of this one? so i think its digging up the bad stuff to be healed. good.
the gold one deals with fear (especially deep and irrational ones!), anxiety, lack of confidence, being too ambitious and rushing, impatience, skipping steps, not following through. big problems for me lately! i keep being impatient. but thats because of old fear, fear of 'what if' and all that stuff. LET GO. remember the resonance.
so letting go of fear is the big thing! and the key is being centered in love, and following the fear back to its source-- ultimately it is ALWAYS BASELESS.

btw more huge dream world revelations, mostly tying into the egyptian mountain again. most creepy/amazing thing: as a kid i never knew why i was writing about it or what it was! it confused me because 'what is this mountain, why is it there, this makes no sense' but hey NOW IT DOES. and its amazing, dude all the OLD drafts from 2001 that i almost deleted entirely are totally TRUE, this is incredible. lots of work to be done. spend all next week typing dude.

speaking of typing I have SO MANY dream journal entries to post online; do that asap.
AND TYPE ABOUT HOLY SATURDAY BECAUSE THAT WAS INSANE.

about the title: either in this entry or another, remember i have been reading like a maniac lately and EVERYTHING I've read so far has been very inspiring on some level. it's quite surprising but i am incredibly glad for it, and once again it has also triggered massive amounts of progress in dream world, go figure

lastly, care bears. dude they have some seriously good lessons to give, they're all over my house right now reminding me of things. however remember that they keep reminding me of dream world too!! every time! yes the bears have lovely lessons but so do the jewel monsters. don't become complacent. example: cheer bear and jigaria have similar missions, with cheering people up when they're sad or upset, but jigaria has had to lift spirits in the face of death before! its a heavier lesson. same thing with funshine bear and pagotamiar: both are world-class clowns, reminding you to always laugh and look on the lighter side of things, but pg is one deep dragon and he knows gallows humor all too well too, to say the least. (but really he is shockingly deep beneath that comedic mask!) and of course jewel monsters have lessons the care bears never even deal with! so yeah. love those bears but don't get too distracted. you have to teach things too.

final note for you! stop trying so hard. it may be difficult, sure, but getting through it is easier than you think.
the key is love, love love love, always and in all things.



this should make perfect sense to you later when you review it, the message is there. just make it presentable!


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[12 Apr 2012|11:49pm]


Okay, whoa, I am experiencing virtually everything on this list right now.

http://www.maya12-21-2012.com/indigo-symptoms.html

Seriously, there are only about three or four points that I'm not currently dealing with.
But man, am I ever glad I found this right now. It's exactly what I needed to read, concerning what steps I should be taking with some of these issues. Plus, even better, a great deal of the 'answers' listed-- especially the ones on points I have been especially concerned with lately-- are exactly what I was told by Laurie, Chaos, and Genesis today. I am not surprised at all (synchronicity chains ftw).

Speaking of those three... I don't even know where to start.
Let me just say that there is a LOT for the four of us to deal with/ talk about/ start feeling again/ etc. and leave it at that.

Now, in reference to point 1, I've been exhausted all day and I need to stop working so late (look at point 10 for heavens sakes, that made me grin like an idiot). So for now I do need to punch in at my other job!

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[11 Apr 2012|11:17pm]


Lent is over!
The spring semester is almost over!
In the meantime life is still brilliant and my connections are coming back, thank God, this is beautiful.

Here's a preview of some big stuff that's happened lately:
Mr. Sandman is now a permanent in central headspace, Spine is now a dude, the Blood Lotus Cathedral is purified, and Xenophon hit God Tier.
Awesome, I know.

Surprisingly, though, I really don't feel like typing anymore.
I know, I know-- I've been trying to keep an accurate log of all upstairs events, but really, I am so tired of computers. I'm tired of spending countless hours researching and studying and learning and typing, typing, typing. For weeks now I've been practically forcing myself to keep up to speed on news articles and the like.
It just... I don't know what step to take yet. The reading has helped me immensely, but I'm afraid it's become a crutch. I'm afraid now I'm using it as a 'guidebook' instead of listening to my own heart as to what direction to take. I'm trying so hard to 'get this right,' to 'get my facts straight,' to make sure I'm 'following the right path' and not 'messing up'... all this trying, all this seeking, all this searching and trying to 'become,' I'm starting to wonder if it's blinding me in a way? I'm making this so difficult. I'm acting like there's only one way to get there, and only other people know it. That's not true. I'm trying too hard, as usual, and I'm losing sight of the fact that I'm already exactly where I need to be.
So yes, I won't deny that I may have needed the constant reading for a while. But now... I think now I'm getting nudges to stop? Stop spending hours reading up on what to do, and start DOING IT. The studying feels like an excuse now: 'how can I work without knowing all the details?' Well geez, I'm using this computer without knowing all the details of how it works-- how is this so different, so to speak?
Long story short, I kind of like not being online anymore. I really do. It's freeing and so much less stressful, to not have to worry about groups and updates and messages and emails and things. Maybe it makes me seem unreliable to some, and for that I apologize, but honestly I've had enough.
So I might not be updating much anymore, at least not unless there's something I really feel driven to share. There are a few things like that I need to write about from the past two months or so, yes, but as for the future? I can't say.

I've been feeling much differently lately, in general.
My ego is quieting down and although there have been some 'rough spots,' to put it lightly, I've made exponential progress there. Holy Saturday was the high point and I will be writing about that here as soon as I can. The whole situation centering around it and the Cathedral is incredibly strange and I don't fully understand the details yet, but I have faith that I'll understand it exactly when I need to.
My intuition is also sharpening. My biggest problem is that I keep doubting it. Mr. Sandman told me, with a laugh, that I should start 'doubting my own doubts' instead. In a way he's right; there's absolutely no reason why I should be doubting what I hear and feel, other than a sense of inferiority and 'I couldn't possibly be right.' Which, although mostly unconscious, is still an old mindset that is entirely incorrect and needs to be rooted out.
I'm making major progress with my therapist concerning PTSD recovery, for both me and Julie (although I'm helping her in secret of course). I realized today, with genuine surprise, that I still haven't fully 'faced up' to some parts of what happened with us. I was trying to be open and honest and my mind blanked out, several times, and I found myself stuttering. It wasn't as frustrating as it was an 'aha' moment, as it made me realize 'whoa, I need to sit down and take a good look at this myself!' I might be able to give the general facts with no problem, but generalization tends to sweep a lot of the pain and truths under the rug. I can say 'I was abused' but I can't say how, or anything else concerning the details, without my mind instantaneously going into knee-jerk 'coping mode' and shutting off. I need to work through that and start really digging up the dirt here, because I'm finally strong enough to face that without being knocked off my feet. I know I am, and if I do get a little shaky, I have Laurie and Chaos to help me through as always. So I might start gently discussing that stuff with Julie tomorrow, because I'll have some free time after class as I don't feel like eating until the evening, if at all.
That's another thing: I don't feel like eating much anymore, and I've lost a lot of weight. My BMI is hovering between 17 and 18, and both my parents and doctors are concerned, but I seriously just am not hungry anymore. I'll suddenly stop eating for two, three days straight and I'll feel more clear-headed and grounded than ever. Problem is Spine can't take that for too long. I know we can't live without food, at least not yet; I have to learn to take things slowly. I tend to jump into things quickly and headfirst, and expect things to move faster than they do. I need to learn more patience here, in the sense that I need to let go a little more. I need to surrender more, trust more, and stop trying to 'make' things turn out a certain way. Just let go! My bosses (Laurie and Mr. Sandman, obviously) are helping me out a lot with this, which I'm deeply grateful for. Seriously, I trust Laurie more than anyone else, so I need to start acting on that more. Dream World is helping me too, not surprisingly, as it's helped me out with everything in my life so far in one way or another.

Speaking of. For the past few months, something keeps telling me, repeatedly and loudly, to keep working on Dream World. It keeps getting more insistent, so I'm putting in more effort. And, the amount of progress I've made on the project lately is, to be honest, rather shocking. The things I've learned, about the characters and the history, now make everything else so clear it's forcing me to step back and just stare at the screen in shock, to really take it in! And I don't mean it's just clarifying what I've already written (paradoxically, the stuff I wrote back in 2001 and later 'cut out' thinking it was plotless nonsense now makes MORE sense than anything else)... it's also clarifying my life situation in general. It's syncing perfectly with everything I'm learning spiritually, and with what I'm being told. I mean, it always has, but now it's going backwards and stuff I once wrote about in 2002 without understanding why is now SO clear it's kind of creepy! Creepy but beautiful, if you get what I mean.
My biggest roadblock right now is figuring out HOW to start posting the story online. I've figured out roughly the best spot on the timeline to open from, but as to how to begin the actual narrative, I'm a little lost. I've never been the sort of person to start in the middle of things, which most books do, so this is a little tricky for me to figure out. I usually write from the very beginning, but such a slow, 'historic' start doesn't feel like the best option. So I need to experiment with different openings, I think. It's a bit overwhelming to think about, what with how much information I need to sift and sort through for this endeavor, but it needs to be done.

Anyway. It's late and I have school tomorrow, which I still can't seem to take seriously and I don't know if that's good or bad. Hm.
Ah well. I do need sleep, in any case.


Love and light to you.


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[14 Mar 2012|08:49pm]


I'm just dropping by to say a few things:

1. The past few weeks have been a whirlwind of activity downstairs. I'm going through a lot of psychological/ emotional/ etc. purging and healing so it's very draining. Plus these solar flares are something else. That is the very, very short version, haha. Really it's been staggering.
2. I haven't been 'home' in a long time. The most I talk to my upstairs group is right before I fall asleep, just to say goodnight, and that isn't enough. Xenophon's birthday was yesterday so I spent the day with her (and it was beautiful) but that's the most I've seen of anyone since February. That hurts, and it's also unsettling, because I know I need them in my life even with this personal focus, maybe even more than ever. Most notably, Chaos Zero is still this incredible point of light and love and not being around him feels like there's a hole in my heart, like there's a piece missing in the puzzle and I can't tell what the full picture is without it. Ryman and Markus are also still trying to stick around but ironically I haven't been around to see them. This weekend, when I can stop worrying about school for three days, I'm going to spend almost all my time at home. I need to.
3. I'm under a ton of stress from school and from dealing with this shift (I'm trying to stay centered but these are rough waters), and I unfortunately had a bit of a meltdown today (no hacks though! we haven't had any since january i think) that was bad enough to get Spine, Laurie, and my boss upstairs desperately trying to talk sense into me (and slap me around a bit, in Laurie's case). My spirit guides were trying to help me out as usual but I was too disconnected and distraught to listen, which was my fault here. I suppose I should have expected this sort of situation to be dug up and dealt with soon, and here it is at last. Now I need to make sure I remember this lesson. I feel like Finnegan Firewing here, and some part of me still hasn't let go of the old addiction to the pain I get from my battle scars. I know, without a doubt, that is my next lesson to learn. I am being a fool. I need to let go before I can fly freely.
4. Laurie has told me that we're hosting a Xanga whenever possible (my schedule is packed until next week), to talk about whatever comes up. As I said, I've been away from home and that is only causing more trouble.
5. Be not afraid, I keep hearing that. Don't be scared. Everything will work out for all good. But fear keeps sneaking up behind me, just like he does in Dream World, and that's another reason why I NEED-- not want, but absolutely need-- to write that story ASAP. Every lesson I find is reflected there. Don't be afraid. Love has finally manifested in this world, and it is time for the times to change, but there's still a little more preparation to be done... still, no matter how dark it may seem to get, no matter how lost you may feel, love is here. Love is alive, and love conquers all. The Light will shine forever.


I am so tired, I need to sleep, but this speech isn't anywhere near done and I have to present it tomorrow... I don't want to fail so I can't just say "sorry but I've been dealing with a lot of spiritual stress lately and I'm not good at time management so I have no speech to give." I have to get something down, at least.

I just need to calm down. Breathe, dude, just breathe. It'll be fine. It's not worth worrying about in the big picture. You're going to look back on this and laugh, so why not start smiling now?

I just found this online:

"With all these change and reconnections and recalibrations, it is probable that you will be feeling some of the effects of these waves in the different dimensions. Firstly, Beloved Ones, it is possible that you may be feeling a sense of disconnection, as though what was important before no longer is. Or projects that seemed to be going smoothly might suddenly come to a halt. Also, you might find that relationships and friendships also suffer from a similar hiatus and disconnection. This is simply an aspect of the huge changes that are being put in place. You can be assured that in a few weeks things will flow smoothly once again."

I think that's a good note to close up on.


I'll update again whenever I'm able to.
Much love until then.

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[29 Feb 2012|10:50pm]


Superquick update just to say that I've figured this out due to some major synchronicity.

I had two doctor appointments today (I'll talk about those tomorrow), and after the second I stopped at the city library on a whim, hoping they'd have materials for my next speech. They didn't, and I was leaving when I noticed a shelf by the exit. On it were several books that were for sale. I hesitated for a moment, then figured why not check it out? So I did, buying four of them for $5-- two very old music books, one Chinese poetry book, and one book on Indigo kids-- and drove home.
Later this evening I was browsing the internet for speech sources, but started worrying about what I was going to eat again (my diet is limited in this house whether I'm panicky or not), so I tried to find some meal plans I could work with on a budget. After an hour of little help I was getting a little worried, then had an idea. I decided to look up whether or not other indigos had diet worries.
Apparently, we do. This was a relief, as it gave me something concrete to work with, but I got a huge surprise when I clicked the first link. Not only did it tell me exactly what I needed to know, but the site was run by the authors of the book I had just bought. Yeah. Quite a shock.
However, what was even more shocking was what I found out.

In short... my systems are going through a MAJOR detox right now, physically/ psychologically/ emotionally etc. Why? Apparently, with this shift coming up in December, I'm finally ready to move up to the next level of personal development, that I've been hoping for for so long.
This is quite overwhelming. I'll have to ask Laurie to walk me through this because it's going to be rough... but man, if THAT'S what this is preparing me for, then I'll have to bite the bullet and just keep walking. I survived the fall of 2010, I survived the hospital madness of 2011, I can survive this.
I need to start meditating daily, too, to keep my mind quiet. I need to be as centered as possible through all this.

Now I have homework to finish-- I had a very rough week so none of it is done until the last minute, again-- and I desperately need sleep so I need to rush through this as much as I can.
I'll update substantially tomorrow evening, promise.

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[27 Feb 2012|09:04pm]


The past four days have been quite distressing but once again, I think I needed a strong shove in a very upsetting direction to motivate me strongly enough to seek change. It worked!
I'm taking slow steps to alleviate/ remove/ heal/ etc. all the issues I mentioned in the previous post.
Unfortunately I made some big mistakes yesterday due to acting too fast, and thinking too much. That is another lesson I need to learn: I need to slow down and give myself a day or two to 'broaden my mind' and let go of obsessive or panicked thought before making ANY big decisions. Making a big mistake like this will hopefully help me to remember.
I can't get bogged down with regret though. That's counterproductive.

Laurie was talking to me about this last night, reassuring me that I was fine. I'm not sure why I'm still doubting so much. I think it's because I know there are changes I HAVE to make, but they must be made slowly, and within the limits of my current life situation! Plus I'm again thinking too hard, and making crazy assumptions about my past that have no real merit.
Prime example: my diet. Over the past week I have been convinced that I've been 'making myself terribly sick.' However, this is absolutely not true, and thanks to my mind screaming about it I had to come to some 'logical' conclusions concerning it:
1. I have not been 'sick' in over a year. On the contrary, I have felt better over the past year than I ever have in my life, regardless of diet. EVEN with the corn intolerance I discovered in August, I had been eating corn for years prior to that, with no 'symptoms' besides very small reactions with larger amounts that summer. So... did I make myself sicker? Who knows.
2. Every single diet I have researched has both support and disdain. Low-carb diets, high-fat diets, anything you can think of... with all my reading, I have found that EVERY one has huge amounts of 'success stories' and people claiming to be healthier than ever on them. From this I have discerned two more things: one, EVERYONE has different dietary needs, and two, THOUGHTS AND EXPECTATIONS are the most powerful aspect of this.
3.My grandmother grew up on a diet consisting mainly of white bread, with some meat and vegetables. She barely eats anything nowadays. She is in her 70s, looks 50, and is one of the absolute healthiest people I know. Go figure. However she exercises constantly; maybe that's the trick?
4. I've been through the anorexic/bulimic hell in the past, when I was first entering my teens. I do not want to go through that again. However over the past week or so I have been terrified to eat, because 'what is really healthy, what isn't, what if I've been poisoning myself this whole time,' etc. This is not cool and I am going to talk about this to my therapist on Wednesday, mark my words. I want this to stop, but it ONLY stops when I'm nowhere near food and my mind is empty. As soon as I'm near food, the thoughts spring up, full of panic and fear and paranoia. 'That's poison! It's going to make you sick! It's going to interact with your other foods and cause a disease!' Seriously, those THOUGHTS are what is going to disease me, not the food!!
5. I am becoming such a health freak that it's keeping me from everything, including life itself. I'm afraid to get a job, leave the house, go to school, etc. because 'you're going to get sick.' It's insane. 'Don't eat that, it's poison' is only the simplest part of it. 'Don't wear that, it's toxic' happens too. 'Don't use that soap, don't breathe that air, don't touch that ,' are also plaguing me. It's Leon's old vice in reverse. Maybe that's why he's still unstable too? Anyway this is avoidance of everything due to perceiving lethal risks in everything and pardon my language but that is absolute bullshit. However... I've done enough obsessive research over the past four days (you do not want to know how much I've been reading) to know one thing about this for sure: when something needs to be healed, it will be brought back up to the surface. I ignored this problem when I was young, even after it got me so sick I was almost hospitalized. It needs to be dealt with as sensibly as possible now. I need to go through this nutrition hell and GET OUT OF IT before it's going to go away. And I want it gone, for good.
6. Concerning the above points, my 'convincing' myself that I needed a huge dietary change for no reason is only harming me. The only plus is that I'm now re-introducing eggs and meat into my diet, which I was cutting out for quite some time thanks to different dietary fears! Geez. Moderation is key, eat as naturally as you can, cut down on sugars. That's it, that's the bottom line. I need to stop obsessing over my health, that will just make it worse, and it IS making it worse right now. I need to ignore my mind and stop 'expecting' things. Let go. Let go of ALL of it and you'll see, everything will turn out fine. It has been so far.
Also I need to figure out what exercise routine to stick on. I want to be careful with my joints but I don't want to be sedentary all the time, which I mostly am now with school, and that is driving me nuts. I walk whenever possible but I've slacked off on weightlifting, so I'm going to start that up again tonight. Plus I have a lot of back exercises I should be doing, now that I think about it.
In any case I am seeing a medical doctor about all this on Wednesday (not just my therapist, talk about timing), just to make sure I have nothing actually going on that I need to take care of. Better safe than sorry, I guess.

Oh yeah, and Laurie checked up on me in my dream last night, after I asked her to, AGAIN. It's uncanny how she always follows through on these things.
I remember running down a long hallway lined with curtained doorways (no doors), looking for a certain one. I came across a purple one and ran in, where Laurie was sitting on a bed, looking like she was waiting. She saw me, said "there you are," and proceeded to talk to me like we were awake, once again disclosing to me that yes, we were dreaming.
There were three things about her room that amused me: one, there was some sort of silver magical-girl wand on the bed. I jokingly asked her if that's what it was, and she flatly replied, "what else did you think it was," and hit me over the head with it. It did have a positive effect on me in-dream but I forget the specifics. Two, her room was somewhat fancier than I expected of her, with her brutal appearance. She said that she liked some 'feminine' things and there was absolutely nothing wrong with that. Hearing her say that was pretty awesome. Three, at one point she told me I needed to do something in another room connected to hers, I forget what, and told me that I could access that room by moving aside a bookshelf to our left. I was confused and said how would that work, this hallway is lined with doors, it would open into the room next door. But Laurie said no-- the wall was thick enough to hold a Tardis-like extra room within it, so behind the bookshelf was indeed a whole other room, existing within the space of the wall. So yes.

In other news I started to try and draw again today, and I MIGHT get a job within the next week, THANK GOD. I need money for daily needs, seriously.
Plus other 'freelance' job opportunities are opening up here and there, IF I can rise up to them. I won't give up though.
So little improvements here and there are great, but the big improvement I need to make is this:
Stop listening to my mind. Stop focusing obsessively on problems.
Let go, believe, and remember that it's all just a ride, haha.

Low points are necessary, but I need to make sure I'm handling them correctly.
I will get through this, mark my words!


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[25 Feb 2012|09:43pm]


I have not been online lately for several reasons.
As I will likely not have time to update here for quite some time yet, let me fill you in quickly on my current situation:

1. Schoolwork is a big concern. I'm taking two classes, speech and art, so there's a ton of 'homework' to be worked on at all times. This is keeping me from starting commissions again.
2. Money. I currently have $50 to my name, and still can't find a job. I'm thanking the heavens constantly that I still live with my grandparents, so I at least have a home and food. However...
3. About that food. I've been very distressed over my diet restrictions lately, especially in light of the lack of funds and available 'safe' food resources. I'm burning through the remainder of my cash simply because I cannot eat what the rest of my family eats, and up to this point they haven't been buying what I can eat because it's 'too expensive' or 'no one else wants to eat it.' So yeah. However, in light of point 4, I am talking about this to them, so hopefully they will start working with me... and I am seriously considering flat-out begging my mother tomorrow to help me out with this, as she's never home and I need some extra assistance in working through this problem.
4. I have been VERY sick, thanks to the food problems. I haven't felt well for over two weeks, and it's getting worse. Although I know without a doubt that it's because of food, the sicknesses going around plus my stress levels are making it tougher to manage. It's been incredibly difficult to concentrate on anything at all lately, and I've been chilly and fatigued constantly. I'll be contacting my local doctor about all this on Monday but until then I'm just fighting off the panic attacks.
5. Spiritual matters. These are, in a weird way, the worst. Spiritually, I've been plagued by doubts and feelings of helplessness lately, esp. with the food issues, and it's very unsettling. I have no idea if I CAN change this, let alone if I even SHOULD. It's maddening. Surrender is not resignation, but I don't know if I'm 'supposed' to be stuck in the mud... it's not a nice place to be in. Laurie tells me that I should just meditate more, clear my head and get my mind to stop freaking out over 'life situations,' and I know she's right... which brings us to the next point!
6. My inner life has been 'on hold' because my outer stress is just wearing me out. Genesis is still helping me out as much as he can, but I haven't been 'upstairs' at all, save for my nightly check-ins, which only last like five minutes with how tired I am. We have ideas as to how to deal with the whole 'ego' situation now, which is a very long-term project, but my current state of disarray has that all on hold of course.
7. I've forgotten how to pray lately, as I'm trying too hard. I'm re-learning now, out of spiritual desperation. However I must admit that I think I need prayers right now, if that's something you can offer. I'm a mess, and I need to pull myself together. I know I'm going through this for a reason.

I don't like feeling this sick and scared. But how do I change this? What can I do? Am I just trying too hard? Why is it so difficult for me to have faith, and believe? Is this just me identifying with the mind again? Is this the razor spire overshadowing the lotus cathedral again?
What's with all these negative thoughts and emotions here? I need to let them go!

Then again... nothing ever goes away until it has taught you what you need to know.
I can't lose hope, even if it is pretty dark right now. I can't.

Speaking of... Dream World is my biggest source of joy right now, actually. Something keeps holding me back from it though, which I'm trying to overcome.
I'm going to force myself to draw for it tomorrow, even if it's just scribbles. Maybe that will help me calm down, get back on track.

I've been stuck on the same three pages in The Power Of Now for about three months. It seems that the book works that way for me. For whatever reason, I will be unable to progress in the book-- due to time constraints, forgetfulness, or whatever-- until I have truly internalized the section I am reading.
The section I can't get past is the one about surrender. It's the section that says that I should act out of acceptance of the now, NOT desperation or frustration or fear. Don't resist life, but don't give up either. Don't judge it, but move out of it if you want to. For some reason... I can't seem to accept that yet. Why?
I also started reading Transition Now and I'm stuck at the part that concerns the upcoming shift of humanity. And, thanks to it, I've been freaking out lately over "am I doing this right?" especially concerning nutrition and other 'outside' things. Which is ironic, because I keep being told that trying so hard-- focusing on what other people 'tell me to do' and following lists and guidelines instead of trying to find my own truth-- is just pushing me farther off the right track.

“There is nothing to practice. To know yourself, be yourself. To be yourself, stop imagining yourself to be this or that. Just be. Let your true nature emerge. Don’t disturb your mind with seeking.”
and,
“Cease trying to work everything out with your minds; it will get you nowhere. Live by intuition and inspiration and let your whole life be revelation.”

I just feel those are relevant right now.

"Just believe," I keep seeing. Your thoughts are more important than you realize.
I think I'll be drawing Myume tomorrow... I need to remember that, more than anything, I think.
She was my best friend for a while in elementary school, after all. I think it's time she and I started working together again.

I'll see you again soon, and when I do, I promise you, I will have brighter news.
Love and light to you.

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[19 Feb 2012|12:46am]


ROUGH NOTES AS I HAVE NO IDEA WHEN I'LL BE ABLE TO UPDATE...

THERE NEEDS TO BE A XANGA SESSION ASAP.

Topics AS OF THE 15TH:
- Eros Revelation (January 4th)
- January 7th and 8th revolved around Chaos and I, thanks to Melody and Jacob's contributions.
- Dysphoria upstairs infestation? Energy out, NOT energy in, insatiable drive to merge with people, 'chaos' or 'oblivion' tempered by love paradox, seeking unity and transcendence with everything, but getting desperate in that I want to give EVERYTHING that I am to Chaos, quite literally, and I am going to extremes to accomplish that. What's weird is that it's simply a need to GIVE. It's a need to send my energy to him, and I feel BLOCKED with my gender/ body dysphoria. So it's scary and I'm trying to burn through that and it's getting way out of hand.
- Lastly, about the dysphoria... remember it's all this huge need to be both genders manifested simultaneously. I want to be 'nothing and everything' in that sense too, which I CANNOT accomplish physically, at least not entirely, and that is driving me absolutely mad upstairs now. That's a problem.
ADDED ON THE 20TH:
- The hellish hack on the 17th
- My 'hope' problem, as that is becoming lethal and still hasn't been correctly dealt with.
ADDED ON FEBRUARY 19TH:
- SERIOUSLY DUDE JUST TALK ABOUT EVERYTHING


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[15 Feb 2012|01:34pm]


First love is strong and mighty. For the sake of the beloved, it will bear every hardship, all distress.
True love seeks not to enrich the lover but to give all to the beloved.
True love eases woe and fear, and will not be deterred by them.
True love contains in itself that true law which grows not old but ever young again.

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forsaken [14 Feb 2012|12:17am]


I am still entirely burned out and have no time to update, but I do need to write this down, once again for the record.

Since Friday I've been bombarded with troubles, to put it mildly. It's been very frightening and I have not felt this completely lost in ages. I didn't think I could get this lost. But here I am, disturbingly enough.
Nathaniel spoke to me about that today, actually. He reminded me that even these low points have their purpose, and that I need to pay attention and see why they're happening. Sadly... they're happening because of old issues which I have never solved, or which I keep getting confused about. I've been getting very, very confused lately.

Last night was... words cannot express how painful it was. If I wasn't so empty right now, I probably would have ended up sobbing over it. He should never have had to experience that. Ever. Knowing that I am responsible for it is the most frightening thing I have felt in years.
I know exactly how it happened, and why, but why do I only realize that after we've bled for it? How lost am I? I feel like I've been scraped out with a rusty knife, there's a gaping void in me, it's deeply unsettling. Maybe it's because I've been running nonstop for several weeks now, with no real time to recharge. Maybe it's because I've been through so much already in 2012 that I can't tell what's up or down anymore. All I do know is that I can't feel anything right now, and it's not the 'good' emptiness you're supposed to get. All I've had lately is this hollow feeling, this backwards coping mechanism that only harms and doesn't help. Refusing to acknowledge pain doesn't mean I've 'risen above it.' At all. It doesn't mean I'm healed, and it doesn't mean I wasn't hurt in the first place. I am bleeding, terribly, and I'm just staring blankly at it, thoughtless. Empty. I stopped labeling it as good or bad, and forgot that the dichotomy still exists in this world. Yes, 'bad' situations bring growth, but for the love of light, I can't keep blinding myself to both outcomes due to 'not wanting to judge.'
Forgive me, but here's a judgment: you have fallen, and for the first time in your life, you took him down with you. Don't you dare ignore the agony in this because 'well we must need to learn something from this.' You won't learn a thing if you're refusing to look at the whole picture. You won't learn a thing if you keep freezing your heart because 'I shouldn't have emotions.'
He is in more pain than you can imagine right now and where are you? If he can't see you when he looks at you, if your own daughter has to slap you across the face because you won't wake up from this lie and help her, if you've let yourself be so badly manipulated that even your love has turned cold, then where in God's name are you?!
We were BOTH bleeding last night, and he was sobbing in my arms, and I felt nothing. We had BOTH been gutted by that razor-edged blackness and he understood all the horrors I had tried to save him from in the past, and he was terrified by how lost we both were, and I felt nothing. He begged me to say something, to do something, anything, and I couldn't. I was there for one second, and even then I didn't care enough to save myself. I didn't care enough, I felt it didn't matter, and thanks to my warped conscience he is bleeding and I still don't feel a damn thing.
Something is very, very wrong.

Also, yes, I know it's Valentine's Day. My favorite holiday, haha. What an empty laugh for an empty man. Today is heartbreaking this year because of the pain I've caused for those I love. I had that point driven home very painfully today. Plus I'm actually kind of scared, which is not cool. I know what most people see this holiday as. I know what I'm going to be exposed to tomorrow if I'm not seriously careful. Right now, I can't risk that. I've been forcing myself to lately, this is true, but no matter how many times I say "this won't bother me, watch, I can 'turn off' triggers whenever I want," it never works, and I always get hurt. It's wishful thinking. I'm just ignoring things, shoving them under the rug, as usual, because I feel it's 'ridiculous' to have triggers at all, why are you so fragile, it only hurts if you let it, etc etc. Then I wake up two hours later with someone upstairs screaming at me and hoping I'll respond and then I realize there is bloody tar all over my hands.
So yeah. Valentine's Day is dangerous for me, how ironic. I probably won't be online anywhere but here for the next few days, just to avoid sending myself into another meltdown like I did today, consciously or unconsciously.

I think we need to talk to a spiritual teacher or priest or somebody about this already. Every time I think I've opened my eyes more, I find myself facing more problems. 'Surrender' turned into 'resignation,' and although I know that's the complete opposite of what I should be doing, I can't figure out what the difference is yet. It's frightening. 'You choose how you react to life' turned into ignoring the unconscious reactions I did have, and 'choosing' to ignore the fact that I still should NOT force myself into those situations.
And now other people are being forced into these situations with me, against their will.
It's happened twice now, within three days. And maybe that's why I'm empty.

The thought that I might have taken Julie's place is just too horrifying.

I'm going back to the blood lotus cathedral. I don't care how badly it drains me right now.
If Laurie or Chaos want to come with me, they can. Otherwise I'm going alone. I have to.
I refuse to let that maniac razor demon hurt anyone else.

Can I kill that razor demon without killing myself?
Can I kill that tar-stained maniac before I kill myself?
If I need to die before I can return to life, then so be it.
Even now, in this dark, place, I know that I am love.
Love doesn't die.

I'll get through this, in time.


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the first step [10 Feb 2012|04:20pm]


...Whoa.
All right, time to take notes.
This absolutely wore me out and it's very blurry in some areas, so it's going to be a mess of disjointed notes and I apologize. However that's what it feels like in my head, so I can't exactly do much else.
So, this is what happened to my headspace group today, when we tried to reach my inner room, the blood lotus cathedral.


- Started the phase-in around 2:40, I believe. Ended around 4:10 due to burnout.
- me, chaos, genesis, laurie, leon, julie, and josephina went over together.
- We got together in central headspace and i was able to phase us in. we had no trouble getting there. it looked like i remember it, dark and red and ominous. also for some reason my hair turned white instead of red when i showed up there, it stayed that way for a while. anyway laurie immediately took my hand and led me off to the side, to that black structure. turns out it was a giant black spire. behind it was a red ocean, as i thought, but behind us (across from the cathedral), everything just faded into this white fog. i wanted to go see if there was anything there but laurie said no, if it was unstructured she didnt want to risk anything bad happening. she then said we should check out this spire first, there was a door on it and we wanted to know what the heck that thing was.
- laurie then tried to open the door to the spire, it sent an energy shockwave out, flung her like 20 feet backwards, thankfully she gained her footing so she didnt get hurt. julie tried to attack the door too and the same thing happened. julie got mad and used shadows to try and tear it open, josephina tried to cut it open with his scythe, wasnt working.
- we asked leon to warp us in but he hesitated, saying he didnt think it could be warped into. and he didnt want to try, it felt very bad, like we werent supposed to go in.
- at this laurie just tore the door open, immediately inside was all red glare, all these weird red 'specters' came out and spiraled up to the sky, it was scary, i spontaneously sent out light threads after it, it quickly retracted back and tossed us out of the mindscape with force, we were back in central mindspace
- laurie asked why i did that with the light threads, now would we be able to get back in? i said the red specter things just felt wrong and i wanted to stop it. i tried to just phase back in but it wasnt working. so i think we got leon to warp us over. the door to the spire was closed again, no sign of what had just happened
- this next part is a bit blurry. i think laurie flung the doors open again, either way we did reopen the doors but this time something came out, a living thing, all red and sharp.
- it was the manic red voice from 2008. i am dead serious. it immediately started attacking us brutally, the fight was crazy, it kept turning itself into this razor-edged thing and running at me. leon shot at it point blank one or two times, caught it by surprise, but nothing could kill it, it kept coming back.
- it leapt at me at one point, i held out my sword like a shield and it burst with light, sent the razor voice flying backwards to hit the lotus cathedral. it left blood where it touched, but got back up and kept trying to hurt me. chaos jumped into the fray here with his own sword and for a while we were just trying to hold it off, keep it from slicing anyone open because it was trying to
- julie managed to hold it still with shadows and jo put a scythe to its neck, but it laughed, said cutting it or damaging it would make it stronger.
- it said it was me. or at least, it was the old mask i wore. it looked kind of like me when i first cut my hair at first (it always did), but then its appearance warped so it looked like the old 2002 me, with the hat and long hair and everything. it was very disturbing because i couldnt deny that, it felt so obvious to me, i had always viewed 'myself' as a separate person back then and this was the result or cause, maybe both.
- i think laurie tried to open the door again here, i remember she was trying to force it closed but it was full of blood, it wouldnt close, the razor voice kept laughing at us
- the door burst open and blood started coming out of it, with the ocean rising to meet it, we were standing in a few inches of it. i forget how i got rid of it, i think i tried to open up the ground or something
- after a while of trying to deal with this manic-paced fight, i spontaneously shot the razor voice with a gold arrow, it fell to the ground, pinned there, couldnt get up. it was hissing and growling. laurie, julie, and jo were yelling at it for a while, it kept trying to get back up and attack us, at one point leon just took out his gun and shot it in the head like five times. laurie was shocked, this thing was a bloody mess now, leon fell to his knees and almost threw up but couldnt from shock.
- i think this is when i tried to do something with the spire, i mentally reached up and split it in half, immediately all this blood came out and hit me, leon warped us out immediately
- he warped us into a cathedral again, he was crying and actually started trying to get the blood out of my hair. i was in a state of mild shock and my mind was trying to shut off. chaos asked leon what he was doing, more out of concern than anything, but leon was a total mess emotionally and just said he was trying to help me out. he was wiping the blood on the floors and it was just 'dissipating,' into sparkles. i vaguely said i was afraid it had absorbed it, like a sponge, leon said no. if it had done that it would have been a shadow cathedral, that would have been lethal.
- we realized the spire was what didn't belong-- it was a 'second' soul room and a false one, formed for the false me. so it was trying to literally override what i believed i was in a way. so we figured we had to get rid of the spire, maybe. it was all still very confusing and we were all horrifically shaken up from the fight that had just happened, julie was very distraught
- laurie was freaked out about the blood in the spire, she and i were afraid it had something to do with the graves, but we didn't know how that could be true or why
- we stayed there for a minute or so to calm down, i told everyone very sternly that we should not fight that thing unless it was inevitable, the tar was the same way. then we decided we had to go back
- the black spire ended up looking like it 'exploded' after this point, but it was weird, it was bloody and it looked like bone was sticking out or something, like a wound
- the corpse of the red voice was still lying there, blood everywhere, apparently the arrow was keeping it from regenerating, so we just walked around it, still freaked out.
- the sky was weird now, a bright red with a huge weird 'streak' in it, like the shape of a broken rib cage stuck up there, except it was just a warping of the sky. it was hard to explain but it was freaky, it made everything feel high-strung and foreboding instead of the quiet malevolence of the blood sky
- we got into the spire this time, it opened up into another 'cathedral,' it was all black, very bizarre. the center had no floor, it just dropped down, surrounded by stairs going down slowly. the inner walls of the dropoff were covered in huge spikes, at the very bottom was this lurid red glow. julie and jo stayed outside, leon came with us, we walked down the steps until they broke off and wouldnt go any farther. then we realized the place we were standing on was moving down slowly, into the glow. i told everyone to hold on, it would be okay. we went through the glow and kept going.
- we started coming down through the ceiling of a 'polar opposite' of that cathedral, it was stone white, full of vegetation, i think butterflies too. there was a huge tree in front of us and instead of a dropoff in the middle, there was a large rectangular pool of water, perfectly still.
- we got off the step thing and walked onto the grassy area with the tree, i realized our footsteps were leaving glows, mine were white i think? lauries were violet, leons were dark blue, etc. it was really cool.
- i forget why but i walked over to the lake and knelt by it, looking down into it, and suddenly it 'warped' somehow and became more like a mirror, although it wasn't reflecting? and it began to talk to me. it was extremely wise and was reassuring me of who i was, etc. it said it was me, in a way, i understood it was my 'higher self' or something. it talked to me for a while, reminding me of the truths i already knew, there was no doubt in me at all, it felt amazingly clear.
- when it was done talking it told us to 'go back outside' because our friends needed us. then it turned back into water and something floated up to me, it was a silver-gold helmet, like an angel helmet. i put it on and apparently it caused a major transformation, i know i had rainbowy light wings or something but i couldnt see. but it felt really peaceful. i took it off and told leon to warp us back outside.
- julie and jo were fighting the razor voice again, which had come back to life, it was very angry. chaos told me to give him the helmet so i did, then he became angelic, i remember he had these oddly silvery green-blue wings. he then said he'd hold them back, and for laurie and leon and i to go into the cathedral. he told genesis to stay outside and help.
- we went in and there were all candles in the entrance this time, laurie asked if that was how it should look. i wasnt sure. this part is horribly blurry... it looked like an actual church this time, with pews and an altar, there was also a chandelier up top i think. either way it kept warping, unstable environment, i reached up and pulled the chandelier down but it caused the ceilings to start bleeding again, i think, whatever it was leon hurriedly warped me out as soon as it started. we ended up in a red cathedral this time, it was weird, it had all these thin spiral crystal spires in it. laurie was getting anxious, why does this cathedral keep warping. maybe its a red herring, maybe this isnt your soul room at all, and we're being held back from reaching the real thing somehow. i said that made sense so i told leon to warp us back to the blood lotus room. the altar was there, with the statue of me, i stood in front of it and tried to imitate the pose, but after a second i just decided to stab my sword into the floor, it made the ground shatter and almost reset again, laurie caught it and asked what the heck i was doing. i said it still didnt feel right, i was trying to figure something out. the place kept warping though, it felt so bizarre.
- i really, really cannot remember what happened now or whether all that was in the right order... either way our group got all back together outside, i think i had to hit the razor voice with an arrow again to get it to stop, but we did stop it somehow, i remember jo trying to stab it with his scythe
- all i remember after this is that we went downstairs to the tar room, i cannot remember how, i think leon warped us in there.
- the tar was there, so was the razor voice alive, yes it was down there waiting. it said it was part of the tar. we were trying to fight but it was scary because they wouldnt stop. julie turned into this huge shadow thing and was fighting with it directly for a while, she was the only one of us with abilities that large. josephina was helping her though, but we werent getting anywhere. at one point i desperately reached out and 'froze' time, like aradia does. i had to release laurie, chaos, genesis and leon from it though so they could move and talk. laurie was apparently still aware while she was frozen, she could move very slightly and she could tell i had frozen time. however julie and jo were mid fight so i couldnt unfreeze them. laurie asked what i was doing. i said trying to buy us time, i didn't know what to do and it was terrifying. i think laurie just told me to let go, so i did.
- suddenly there was a shield and i looked to see lynne had showed up, said she figured she should step in as she was getting very concerned, she began helping us
- chaos kept staying by me, not letting anything come near me, when laurie wouldnt let us fight he just held my hand, genesis did too at one point
- laurie jumped in front of chaos and i to take an attack at one point, but it was brutal and she doubled over a little, fell to her knees. i realized it had nearly gutted her. i was really scared and put my hands around her, trying to heal her. she insisted she wouldnt die, it would be okay, but i had almost lost her before and i could feel her energy slipping. then i kind of 'let go' and just focused healing to her, but she asked 'jewel what are you doing' because the energy was doubling somehow, it lit us both up but it didn't just heal her, it gave her this incredible energy enhancement somehow-- she turned all white and gold, and felt like the total opposite of a black hole, all boundless and bright. she also had these huge wings or something, her presence just expanded. she summoned a huge light axe after this and swung it at the tar, it drove it into the ground, where it 'fell in' to a huge crack in the floor, the environment was sucked in too like a drain. the tar moved like a snake though, actually escaping down through the hole. there was some blood following behind it.
- now as the tar room was torn away, i realized we were in my edited inner cathedral, but as soon as the tar drained through the floor completely, it cracked more, and a big hole fell through. lynne hurriedly put a circular 'magic seal' on the ground around it, but it didnt quite work, the floor fell in all around it behind us, so it was just this floating ring left of the entire cathedral floor. genesis could luckily float so he didnt fall, but chaos nearly fell in, i had to catch him, same with leon but julie got him. either way now we're all standing on this ring of floor, everyones like 'what happened with laurie,' she just shrugged it off and said not to worry about that, either way i think this is when i realized that the cathedral still didnt feel like me, i didnt know why.
- so we started trying to build a cathedral space that 'felt like me' on the spot. it looked like a basilica. laurie was editing the space mostly, making it bigger, then told chaos 'there should be some plants in here' so he joined in. it looked close but didnt feel quite right yet. there was a big open circle roof in the middle with flowers around it. laurie and i flew up through it and noticed the building was still unmanifested on the outside. noticed were were on what looked like the beach by our cityscape, then decided to check out the water. there was a sudden dropoff in the seafloor about 10 feet in, very sudden. underneath it was a cave, as we swam in it opened up on the other side, went back to the surface and we were back in the red-sky area. the ocean was kind of bloody when we stepped out only, it was creepy. as we walked ashore laurie's gold enhancements kind of shimmered off, she said not to worry about it.
- we all gathered around in front of the spire and lotus cathedral, at a loss as to what to do next, i think we asked leon to warp us back to the normal beach for the time being, he said he was learning to use teleportation normally and not just for cathedral-jumps
- back on the beach, it was empty now, nothing there that we had built. we wondered why this was, laurie said it was because it hadn't really manifested anyway, it faded out, we hadn't really made it stable and besides why make something new? we knew the blood lotus cathedral was my inner space, we just had to figure out how to stabilize it.
- laurie brought up the angel helmet. i asked what it was for, said how peaceful it felt to wear it for some reason, laurie figured it was a 'centering' item to keep us from absolutely freaking out here. also she said it tied into 'love is blind' somehow. i remember asking her to wear it, to see what it did. i put it on her, it made her all gold and white again like i had, but there was a violet sheen to her, it was gorgeous. but i noticed she was looking at me with this kind of sad expression the whole time. when i took the helmet back off, she was crying. i asked why and she said that just made her really understand what i was feeling, and how it related to her and everyone else, i dont remember the exact words but with that she could understand it clearly. at this i decided the rest of us should wear it too, to get that feeling. we were trying to decide order but i remember them all telling me to put it on again first, i did and laurie said i looked different now, she laughed and said i was like a peppermint stick. i still couldnt see myself though, decided it didnt matter really.
- then i gave the helmet to everyone else, genesis was all amber and cobalt of course, regal looking, but he didnt wear it long. the helmet actually 'reformed' a bit for him to fit around his crown. lynne was crimson and scarlet, kind of 'swept back' look. leon was all dark blue with a bit of light gold i think? his wings swept up. i remember he laughed a little and said he didn't feel scared, it was surprising for him. josephina was light yellow and lilac, very fancy, i laughed and said he looked like a digimon, he said that was awesome. julie was all white gold and light pink, wings up and very defined, she looked really pretty. she was moved by it though, still having trouble believing she could do this.
- then we decided to get natalie and spine too, because it would be fair if we didnt. lynne called them in, they asked where we were, we just said it was the beach by our cityscape of course. then i handed nat the helmet and said to put it on, he was all green with silver reflective bits, was really shocked, asked what in the world that was. i said it was a presence helmet or something, we needed to wear it so we understood what we needed to hold on to despite all the fear going on. the helmet 'reformed' a bit for spine too, she put it on, but her transformation was all bony, with some 'phantom feathers' here and there, despite her having dragony wings. but she was so at peace with it, it was really inspiring to see. i think she got the most from it in that sense. she took off the helmet and asked what we were going to do now. laurie said we should go back to the blood lotus cathedral, all of us. she just wasnt sure how to get back there, she didn't feel like swimming through the bloody ocean again.
- genesis said he had an idea, he ran over to natalie and took his hands, said to manifest a mirror. he did, and genesis took hold of it and ran backwards, 'expanding' it to this huge rectangular mirror, like the one my higher self spoke from. then he told natalie to just 'warp it through' or something, and they pushed it down to the ground. somehow this pushed the mindscape through with it? and it pulled it 'through' the mirror onto the flipside, so we didn't move but the space around us 'flipped' so we were now on the beach by the cathedral and spire. that was pretty awesome.
- the weird thing was that the sky here was blue now, with clouds, instead of red. we took that as a good sign. we went inside of the lotus cathedral, and it was now the cathedral chaos and i built on july 7th. this was a surprise because it finally felt like me, i assumed it was because we were all centered in ourselves now, not lost. chaos and i went and stood in the middle, talking about the cupid/psyche myth and its symbolism, how it was different for us. i put on the angel helmet but i looked very simple compared to everyone else, just goldsheen wings and a red ribbon around me, the helmet itself was almost like glass. chaos reached over my shoulder and grabbed an arrow, as apparently i had some, then held it out to me and said we should both 'use the same one.' as in both being struck by it, even a little. so we held it together and it turned almost glassy, blue and red, and chaos said we needed to use it, on the razors. i took the angel helmet off but the appearance i had stayed, i asked the rest of our group how i looked because i couldn't see, natalie summoned a mirror and put my perspective in it so that's how i saw it.
- we went back over to the group, i was back to normal now, we told them about the arrow, then i pointed out that there was an entrance to a dark stairwell directly across from the door. so we went down the stairs, but i realized they werent ending, so i 'pulled' the mindscape up quick and we just 'landed' in the tar room, it and the razors were waiting.
- they didnt attack us straightaway, we were all centered from the helmet. i remember the razor voice was spitting blood at chaos mockingly. however it saw me with the arrow so it started trying to attack, julie and laurie were forcibly holding it back, trying not to damage it as that would make it worse, but it was scary. lynne was trying to shield everyone. laurie eventually yelled for me to just shoot, but it wouldnt slow down, lynne caught it in a bubble shield and i shot the arrow into it
- this was weird, the razor voice froze and then collapsed inside the bubble, the arrow phased away, then the razor voice just melted into blood. it started dripping through the bubble, lynne tried to hold it shut but realized there was no crack, she said it was just leaking out. all the blood pooled out onto the floor. nothing happened for a minute, we thought it was over, and then it merged with the tar and formed into the 'old me' again. it was very angry this time, i was legitimately terrified, it came after me, started screaming at me, 'why do you hate yourself,' things like that. it was very angry. i tried to explain that i didnt hate myself, but it insisted, and i realized that it was trying to get me to identify with it. it was the hatred, if i 'hated myself' then i was disassociating from myself, i was splitting in half, thats what it did to me.
- it kept bringing up the 17th, then it turned into the celebi form of my old self, still made of tar, it felt very frightening. lynne put a shield up between us because it was getting dangerously close, but after a while of it screaming i walked through the shield, said it was something i needed to deal with. this made me turn into eros form, like in the cathedral. the tar laughed and said i was more vulnerable then ever now, i was scared it would abuse me, but i stood strong. laurie was terrified for me though.
- this next conversation was CRAZY, so tiring and scary. ultimately it was telling me about the dichotomy between us, how i used to think it was 'me' on a shallow level, and i hated it, i would abuse myself to abuse it specifically, the 17th was the culmination of all that, it was inner suicide. i realized this but now i could recognize that i hadn't done it, i wasnt the dark hatred that caused that.
- i remember at one point here i reached out and touched the tar, it tried to stick to me to infect me, but it fell to the ground. i formed a flower out of it and offered that, saying i forgave it and could we just leave this in the past already? but it said no, it lashed out at me, furious. it said it was my fault, it kept trying to make me disassociate from myself like this, i realized the conversation wasnt going anywhere and it was just trying to get me to 'hate myself' for doing that, there was nothing to hate though.
- i cannot remember how this ended as my body was starting to shut down. but i think laurie had to step in to get the tar away from me, it kept getting more and more violent. either way we got the heck out of there, went back up to central headspace, said we'd discuss this later because really that was FAR too much to take it at once.
- laurie said there was a lot we had to do yet. i assume she will be talking to us about that later today.
- we still don't know if this is what we were supposed to find or not. but we found something. if nothing else, its a place to start.


All right, I really hope that is everything... this was so completely exhausting that I could barely remember the details after I phased back here.
If I remember any events more clearly-- or can fix the event progression, because everything with the blood lotus cathedral was maddeningly vague-- I will do so. As of now there's just a catastrophe of words, sorry about that.

I seriously doubt we'll return to the cathedral anytime very soon; I need to recharge from this badly, and we still need to discuss the events of February in a Xanga before we tackle this. So there's a lot to do and I don't want to wear myself out. Heaven knows I'm close enough already.

As for now, I seriously need some sleep.

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