Post by onine on Jan 21, 2008 9:26:32 GMT -5
Seems interesting enough, so I suppose I will start a log. I won't be posting in it all the time, but I do think myself to be a bit spontaneous, so maybe I will surprise us both. I will start with something I have already told on TEL.
There is a certain ability that everyone is capable of that let's us send and receive energy. This is part what we call Psionics, and many other fluffy and not-so-fluffy things. When someone dies, especially when they die traumatically, they send off their energy, much like when one screams, throughout each and every direction around them. This energy goes bouncing around the astral until it bounces off our minds. Everyone is capable of this, and chances are that most of you have done it and may not remember because it was in your dreams.
As what I call a dream-medium, I can not only pick up those energy frequencies especially well, but I can also pick up waves from other places higher and lower on the astral plane. That is to say that I can see through the eyes of spirits that have long since passed. I am not exactly sure what the limits are, but I could guess that I can see the life and deaths of anyone in the last 150-200 years.
I have only learned the latter half of the duality; death. When I first realized what I was, I admit I was a fool. I thought that if I could empathically work my way into the heart and mind of the deceased, I could barter a deal to listen and grant them peace in exchange for power; to be more precise the very essence of their soul. This energy would one day fuel some great foolish task I had in mind; pure destruction. These spirits often feel ignored, and have a lot of pain, and some of them have been screaming for a very short or a very long time--both of which are extreme.
For all my ill intentions, I was listening to these people, and it did bring them some measure of peace. At first it was just recently departed people. I had not realized how far back I could go until the night natives to south america call the Day of the Dead. I don't know if it was simply irony, or that spirits do really come out on hallow's eve, but after 2 hours of sleep, at 12:30AM EST, I had the last gaze through the eyes of the fallen that I would ever want to take ever again.
But first, some rules:
the waves of energy received are in no exact order, as there is no aspect of time outside of the material plane. Visions seen sometimes do not make sense at all, they may be from more than one person, and I would later learn that they may forcibly react similar to my method of Transferance and pull the conscious mind to other places while the soul, what I call the Observer, remains inside the body, or in this case the dream-state.
What you see sometimes will be like a blank slate; a woman will simply be a woman; a boy will be a boy; an old woman will be an old woman. The differences will be noticeable, such as red hair, or size, or clothes. When detail is given it is best to pay attention, because when the memory is truly giving you every exact proportion of the object it is looking at, it is very important to what you are seeing. Since time does not exist here, you will be putting pieces together later on, so try to remember the best you can.
Finally, when one speaks to someone who has long since passed, you are not looking through your own eyes because, through transferance, you are looking through that person's eyes, yet you are still not that person--your reactions to what you see are still your own, but you have no control over the body you inhabit in the recreation of the events, nor what is spoken or heard.
Walls of rock, not man-made but natural, everywhere. Daylight, finally, Daylight. Huts made of waved manufactured steel with rickity old doors. Weak, maybe broken, but no escape. No sense of escape. None of us will ever escape. A woman; beautiful, pale white skin, long curly blond hair. He went up to her, and flirted with her. No reaction. Her child, she doesn't know where her daughter is. where is her daughter? where is her daughter?
This was the first time I woke up. When I woke up, the transferance caused me not to be broken from the current state I was in. The material world around me, my bedroom, and... death... were both the same to me. I was in 3 places at once; my head, my body, and very deep in the astral plane. I saw this red...invisible goo everywhere around me, but I couldn't touch it--only see it. Everywhere there was this mumbling around me, like billions of people chattering to themselves in the background but I couldn't make sense of any of it.
I knew I had to get back to sleep, and that this dream was a very important dream; someone who had passed long ago contacted me directly, not at random, to tell me something that I had to know, right now, because I could feel him urging me to get back to sleep, which is strange for those of you who know that I am blind to the astral plane, and look at it differently from the rest of you.
Just so it is clear, I have since put this into proper time order. When I went through this then, as I said before, time had no meaning. Everything was shown to me in a puzzle, and the whole while I felt very rushed by whoever this person was that was contacting me--it only had a limited bit of time to spare or was allowed (I am not sure).
The inside of a cell. Red steel on the cracks; daylight. Glorious daylight, so far away. It's so far away. Darkness, only darkness. Cold. The daylight before was morning, because it is night now, and I feel the cold steel below me. I can't breathe. God help me.
If you hadn't noticed, I am speaking in thought-form. Everything I am saying should be psionically felt as I have left the vibrations here for you to feel them as I do.
Part 2 was the beginning of the dream, Part 1 was the second part, and this next part was the final part. I felt he had more to tell me when it ended, but he wasn't allowed to speak anymore, or he couldn't because he had no more time.
Darkness. 2 guards; old fashioned blue work uniforms, and a blue hat that looked like an old guard's hat or a military cap Hallway. Where are they taking us? Me and one other. A door. Inside; 2 black poles stuck upright from the ground on a cliff--a hole in this mountain leading to nothing but darkness below. Stars above. Tied to the poles from the hands behind. They are leaving. I am alone. No words are spoken; we know why we are here. The two guards come back from the door 65 degrees behind us from my right side. One remained there, the other kept walking up to me. I was first. "Our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name..." what? Last rites? no. distorted. mockery. death. murder. evil. true evil. laughter. no one will save us. we are alone. we are forsaken. there is no god. god is dead. they killed god. they took off our binds and threw us off the edge where we fell and kept falling forever with our heads filled with a monstrous presence that at once gave me fear after all I had seen so far. Be it manifestation of my own wickedness, or something equivalent to Tiamat, I will never truly know. I dont want this. Save me, I dont want this. I DONT WANT THIS.
*banish*
then I woke up. I was terrified; absolute horror. I had looked into the eyes of the God of Hell; he who had owned my soul. That was the soul contract my friend Jade had destroyed with White Light. I have never in my life been so absolutely horrified. That is to say that I would rather go through every second of every moment of abuse from my father before I ever saw this ever again. From that moment on I would not be a servant to Hell. I would DOMINATE my demons Ambuss and Castella. They would DO AS I SAY or they would be absolutely obliterated. I was very paranoid at the time, and it was good for me because I second guessed everything I had become. I became a good man. I became a wolf. Wilk Opiekunka od Zmarli.
There is a certain ability that everyone is capable of that let's us send and receive energy. This is part what we call Psionics, and many other fluffy and not-so-fluffy things. When someone dies, especially when they die traumatically, they send off their energy, much like when one screams, throughout each and every direction around them. This energy goes bouncing around the astral until it bounces off our minds. Everyone is capable of this, and chances are that most of you have done it and may not remember because it was in your dreams.
As what I call a dream-medium, I can not only pick up those energy frequencies especially well, but I can also pick up waves from other places higher and lower on the astral plane. That is to say that I can see through the eyes of spirits that have long since passed. I am not exactly sure what the limits are, but I could guess that I can see the life and deaths of anyone in the last 150-200 years.
I have only learned the latter half of the duality; death. When I first realized what I was, I admit I was a fool. I thought that if I could empathically work my way into the heart and mind of the deceased, I could barter a deal to listen and grant them peace in exchange for power; to be more precise the very essence of their soul. This energy would one day fuel some great foolish task I had in mind; pure destruction. These spirits often feel ignored, and have a lot of pain, and some of them have been screaming for a very short or a very long time--both of which are extreme.
For all my ill intentions, I was listening to these people, and it did bring them some measure of peace. At first it was just recently departed people. I had not realized how far back I could go until the night natives to south america call the Day of the Dead. I don't know if it was simply irony, or that spirits do really come out on hallow's eve, but after 2 hours of sleep, at 12:30AM EST, I had the last gaze through the eyes of the fallen that I would ever want to take ever again.
But first, some rules:
the waves of energy received are in no exact order, as there is no aspect of time outside of the material plane. Visions seen sometimes do not make sense at all, they may be from more than one person, and I would later learn that they may forcibly react similar to my method of Transferance and pull the conscious mind to other places while the soul, what I call the Observer, remains inside the body, or in this case the dream-state.
What you see sometimes will be like a blank slate; a woman will simply be a woman; a boy will be a boy; an old woman will be an old woman. The differences will be noticeable, such as red hair, or size, or clothes. When detail is given it is best to pay attention, because when the memory is truly giving you every exact proportion of the object it is looking at, it is very important to what you are seeing. Since time does not exist here, you will be putting pieces together later on, so try to remember the best you can.
Finally, when one speaks to someone who has long since passed, you are not looking through your own eyes because, through transferance, you are looking through that person's eyes, yet you are still not that person--your reactions to what you see are still your own, but you have no control over the body you inhabit in the recreation of the events, nor what is spoken or heard.
Part 1
[you]+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++[/you]
Walls of rock, not man-made but natural, everywhere. Daylight, finally, Daylight. Huts made of waved manufactured steel with rickity old doors. Weak, maybe broken, but no escape. No sense of escape. None of us will ever escape. A woman; beautiful, pale white skin, long curly blond hair. He went up to her, and flirted with her. No reaction. Her child, she doesn't know where her daughter is. where is her daughter? where is her daughter?
[you]+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++[/you]
This was the first time I woke up. When I woke up, the transferance caused me not to be broken from the current state I was in. The material world around me, my bedroom, and... death... were both the same to me. I was in 3 places at once; my head, my body, and very deep in the astral plane. I saw this red...invisible goo everywhere around me, but I couldn't touch it--only see it. Everywhere there was this mumbling around me, like billions of people chattering to themselves in the background but I couldn't make sense of any of it.
I knew I had to get back to sleep, and that this dream was a very important dream; someone who had passed long ago contacted me directly, not at random, to tell me something that I had to know, right now, because I could feel him urging me to get back to sleep, which is strange for those of you who know that I am blind to the astral plane, and look at it differently from the rest of you.
Just so it is clear, I have since put this into proper time order. When I went through this then, as I said before, time had no meaning. Everything was shown to me in a puzzle, and the whole while I felt very rushed by whoever this person was that was contacting me--it only had a limited bit of time to spare or was allowed (I am not sure).
Part 2
[you]+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++[/you]
The inside of a cell. Red steel on the cracks; daylight. Glorious daylight, so far away. It's so far away. Darkness, only darkness. Cold. The daylight before was morning, because it is night now, and I feel the cold steel below me. I can't breathe. God help me.
[you]+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++[/you]
If you hadn't noticed, I am speaking in thought-form. Everything I am saying should be psionically felt as I have left the vibrations here for you to feel them as I do.
Part 2 was the beginning of the dream, Part 1 was the second part, and this next part was the final part. I felt he had more to tell me when it ended, but he wasn't allowed to speak anymore, or he couldn't because he had no more time.
Part 3
[you]+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++[/you]
Darkness. 2 guards; old fashioned blue work uniforms, and a blue hat that looked like an old guard's hat or a military cap Hallway. Where are they taking us? Me and one other. A door. Inside; 2 black poles stuck upright from the ground on a cliff--a hole in this mountain leading to nothing but darkness below. Stars above. Tied to the poles from the hands behind. They are leaving. I am alone. No words are spoken; we know why we are here. The two guards come back from the door 65 degrees behind us from my right side. One remained there, the other kept walking up to me. I was first. "Our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name..." what? Last rites? no. distorted. mockery. death. murder. evil. true evil. laughter. no one will save us. we are alone. we are forsaken. there is no god. god is dead. they killed god. they took off our binds and threw us off the edge where we fell and kept falling forever with our heads filled with a monstrous presence that at once gave me fear after all I had seen so far. Be it manifestation of my own wickedness, or something equivalent to Tiamat, I will never truly know. I dont want this. Save me, I dont want this. I DONT WANT THIS.
*banish*
[you]+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++[/you]
then I woke up. I was terrified; absolute horror. I had looked into the eyes of the God of Hell; he who had owned my soul. That was the soul contract my friend Jade had destroyed with White Light. I have never in my life been so absolutely horrified. That is to say that I would rather go through every second of every moment of abuse from my father before I ever saw this ever again. From that moment on I would not be a servant to Hell. I would DOMINATE my demons Ambuss and Castella. They would DO AS I SAY or they would be absolutely obliterated. I was very paranoid at the time, and it was good for me because I second guessed everything I had become. I became a good man. I became a wolf. Wilk Opiekunka od Zmarli.