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We tell stories each day

Life is personal storytelling. We tell stories in our minds, and to ourselves, every day, do we not?? I do not like this. I do like this. I do not trust this way. I trust this way. I am hurt by this. I do not care about this. This and that. Experiences, for positive or negative, we create for ourselves.

But the best storytelling comes from freedom from rules, from emotional openness, and from daily wrestling with new ideas without giving up. The stories you tell yourself in your mind. You must create new stories.

Freedom is key

Freedom from rules of how to think, feel, and live. Freedom from how you thought, felt, and lived in the past. Each day is a new day, and you must live accordingly in order to experience yourself anew.

Experiencing yourself anew means creating how you think and feel now, detached from your past, from what happened to you, from who you were, from who others were, from the dreams and desires you once had.

Cut the cord

Because what truly matters is the joy you get from the exploration, right now, without bias from past experiences, without you clinging to past events and desires. It’s about the Now and the Tomorrow. What you feel now creates your life Now.

What you feel now is creating your life for Tomorrow as well. So, you must be able to cut the cord to your past, and especially cut the cord to the mindset acquired from your past. That cord, precisely, is what holds you back from better thinking, feeling, and from better things in life.

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Poetry and prose from the heart. Stories to ponder. The free mind of a human god!

The Great Orb…

Dreams and magic

Creativity and love.

I hope your day is going well. I thought I’d share a little of the story I’m writing so far:

“Here’s the funny, and very interesting, thing about dreams: Even though our dreams are product of our minds, we never actually dream exactly what we consciously want. Sure, we can have pleasant dreams, or twisted ones; however, moments before sleep we don’t say to ourselves that we want to dream what we dream…

“We are not in control. Our subconscious takes over. We just go along for the ride. But, deep in the crevices of our minds, the truth, the beyond, the darkness and the light hide in wait for the awakening conscience living in dreams. And now, unknown dreams had taken over while Red remained in her coma, placed inside a slumber pod, and located in a semi-lit chamber of The Castle of Illusions…

“No one had been able to do anything about it. After that last event with the shadow ghouls in the skies, after she fell hundreds of feet the dragon-wolf grabbed her just in time, her mind had simply gone inwards, isolated itself, shut off from outside reality (see series #4). Now a tear rolled down her face. She dreamed and experienced some hidden, challenging truth…

“Count Morgol had put 2 of his highest mages in charge of discovering what was happening inside her mind. The mentioned gremlins observed a sphere of energy hovering a few feet above ground and away from the slumber pod. This head-sized ball radiated a yellow, green and red substance around it, more like the dazzling vision of a rainbow in the sky…

“I’m afraid your attempts to learn anything from the orb will not be successful, little ones,” the voice came from the shadows. “I too thought The Great Sphere would give us the answers we wanted about Red.”…

“The silver god stepped into the light and approached the slumber pod, then he felt the energy coming off it with his hands. The gremlins became very humbled, and yet excited, by his presence, so they started immediately communicating their respects in their language. But they didn’t really know how to treat a Celestial god, so they just knelt on the ground to worship him…

“O, please, there’s no need for that,” he said while smiling, approaching them and offering his hand. “Get up. And tell me: What are your names??”…

“And so they told him their names. And, of course, he clearly understood their gibberish…

“Well, Pkontuksunu and Pkontiksini, nice to meet you. Would you call Morgol down here for me??”…

“Yes, Mr. Detreus!” they both cried at the same time, then went about their new duties…

“In the background, the spiritual orb, or The Sphere of Truth and Wisdom, had started releasing slight, but still somewhat critical, pulses into the air that, mixed with the projected colors, appeared to be similar to heavy sound waves without any particular sound. He became interested and started feeling the pulsing pattern…

“There was certainly a strange reading in the air, and as he came to the center of the room he became connected to it. As the holographic lights flashed in front and around him, he sat quietly in meditation pose on the ground and felt his surroundings. Not far from this event, Red stirred slightly and quietly grimaced in her dream-containment pod…

“Detreus then proceeded to shut his eyes and extend his arms, thus touching the flashing colors and merging with it. There was indeed a special communication that was going beyond the physical here, because the sphere held great secrets, even greater knowledge, and magic beyond comprehension. Now, The Great Sphere had been created by the ancient Celestials, and the silver god, being a Celestial himself, was a direct descendant of these gods…

“Created from the blood and tears of the first fallen angel, or of the first Celestial who led the revolution against the old established system of governance, the said orb now possessed great sentiency and was entering his mind. The images he was seeing, as the voices he was hearing, were catastrophic and ominous; but also familiar and comforting…

“Show me more,” he said as he suddenly opened his eyes and stood up. Then he walked towards the orb and continued, “Great Sphere, tell me more.”…

“Then Count Morgol quietly entered the chamber, but seeing the event happening he stayed in the shadows watching the silver god communicate with the sentient sphere. There were more lights flashing, and even shadows dancing, which lasted for a few more seconds. Then the orb became peaceful and the communication ended…

“I take it you found your gokurawani,” Morgol started as he left the shadows for the light…

“Yes, The Chosen One is ready,” replied Detreus while sensing the orb one last time. “He’s not lost. He found his way. And he also found some new friends it seems.”…

“There are all sorts of creatures in the dream worlds…”

~ Benjamin Jones #5, “Son of Darkness” ~

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From specter to human

Dark Fantasy/Coming of age/Paranormal & Occult

It is the 4th book in the series, and I wanted to share with you. Red is the woman, or girl, beside Benjamin Jones who is the main character in my story. And she is special, because she holds secrets of her own. Below is a little bit of what’s coming…

RED’S STORY

“Back then, a long, long time ago, The Mad Demon King had ruled over the whole land of Nergus. Before that, he’d been one of the 1st demon lords and scourge of the 7 galaxies. Needless to say, he ruled with violence and fear. He’d torture and kill if someone even looked at him directly into his eyes or complained about anything at all concerning his rule of madness…

“Even before this, in most of his reincarnations, he’d been the worst offender. Life after life, his chosen path had been crooked and his darkness had increased to the point of opaquing any glimmer of light left in him. After falling into black magic, evolution gave him what his corrupted mind wanted. He became physically grotesque. Mutated, cursed and alone he became a sadistic sorcerer…

“But this is about Arrdon, the one errant ghoul to be later known as Red. Arrdon was just an essence without gender, purpose and particular way in existence. It just roamed the land of Nergus, like many others did, in search of reason, excitement, and self-discovery perhaps; but, obviously, never finding anything, just remaining a mere shell without personality…

“It had, like the rest, been given birth or conjured into the world of the living by the absolute ruler, who was now The Mad Demon King. Taken out of The Dark’s Core, darkness was not given a personality of its own. Each new portion taken out of the cosmic pool was part of the collective, thus rendering each new ghoul or form unintelligent and submissive…

“This made each spectral form roaming the land easy to enslave and mold to the king’s very whim. Terribly cruel and a crime against evolution itself. But, as time went by, nature carried its powerful secrets; for nature wanted to know itself, and so it sought the miracle of unique experience even against the established rule of the tyrant…

“There was a cosmic collision, a violent but necessary miracle from the darkest corners of space. The shower of rocks, energy and fire crashed into most of the necro-world, thus affecting its very core, spreading throughout. Nergus and its abyss suffered great alterations regarding structure and life, which included the spectral forms roaming the wretched lands…

“Like a nuclear aftermath, the lasting effects pushed evolution to change its course. The skies changed, the landscape changed, and the consciousness in existence changed as well. Now the gift of self-awareness was born, at a slow but steady pace; however, just a few gained higher self-awareness, most gained just a smidge of it…

“And the ones with higher self-awareness then came to understand themselves more in existence, and so they grew hope and the capacity to visualize a better future. But the ones with lower self-awareness did not come to this realization, and so they just saw themselves, their wretched past, and their self-pity as their forever fate…

“And the ones with higher awareness became rebels against the system of tyranny, because they wanted to be free and choose their own path. And this was so because their higher awareness brought the experience of joy, the birth of self-love, and all true intelligence in them. But The Mad Demon King hated this, obviously; and so, he found a way to torture and kill many Free Thinkers….

“This meant to send them back to the pool known as The Dark’s Core, where they would come back to the collective mind and so The Self would just disappear. But a few escaped from this terrible fate. Arrdon was one of them. It travelled to The Sitchin’s planet, as this planet was well-known for its acceptance of all creatures. In time, the specter recognized the 2 genders within its own self…

“First, the consciousness filled itself with greater empathy for all nature. Then the consciousness grew special wishes and desires based on the new experiences gained with the people around it. And then the female essence overpowered the male’s and Gaimíah, or Red, was born. She now lived with…”

~ ‘Shadow Ghouls of Nergus’.

An amazing journey into the abyss of deception.

Coming 2023.

-THANKS FOR READING-