The Garden of Darkness

This morning, I woke up laughing, a rare occasion indeed so I'll set the scene for you all.

Remaining dream a blur up to the point of having recently arrived at a Club Sin, and it was not yet so late that it was early, so found a place to comfortably stand while i observe the people around me.
I had dressed down for the night, in black pants, red T-shirt under a black (un)button(ed) up shirt. The facade was designed to be noticed without taking notice. Directly across from me, my roommate taking a different approach with his pinstripe jacket, snazzy shirt, and dress pants. The outfit spoke that "you will notice me because I make being better than you look gooood."
( Watch me get my master electrician's licence )
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I was angered. I wanted to say you made me that way but no one holds that sway over me. I will say that I was disrespected, that you failed to uphold my self laws, and it will be a lie. ( More words to come )
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The Seven Deadly Sins.
Vices of all man kind.

Pride.
I've defined Pride as the prioritization of the welfare of one's conceptual self, above the welfare of one's actual self.
This one is mine.

Dreadful thought had graced my mind after a particular painful dream. Though I don't consider it a revelation, it does compound upon an earlier though of equal high standing that I have had recently in my development.
( The search continues )

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 I found myself speaking from the heart today, drudging up the hollow within me to another person was discomforting to say the least. This sheltered world i've created, and my belief in The Powers Pure (to reference another thing entirely) are things i've never had problems discussing. Topics i've never had trouble discussing before until this critical moment. A moment that i opened a link only to find that God has rick-rolled me.
( How So? )

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       I found myself standing in resolute solace, watching my throne rise to meet me, drawing to a close it was a day far longer than normal. My sanctum lay in ruins, my court a blaze, and the garden gates rent from their frame, and a torrential storm was brewing. The guild hall was stifling as candle light flickered insolently reaching for their last breath of air. Amongst the chaos and turmoil of battle, corruption, and destruction that waged from the courtyard to my very feet. I sat and observed ash settling quickly in the oxygen deprived environment, without resistance flakes dropped to the ground as to be made of lead, only to be hurled back up again by the quaking ground. Hours pass as I looked to the ash and rock rising and falling from the ground, the familiar sounds of battle raging on in the background, the resounding ringing of blade against blade, the clashing steel, the grinding of teeth, the tearing of flesh, and the light pitter-patter of rain, we're mere additions to the otherwise uninteresting spectacle.  ( A scene from a God of Mind )

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I awoke today on the line between clarity and ambiguity; unable to distinguish between the two, for with me i had brought aspects of the dream that entwined me.

Without hesitation i followed my Awaken protocols, identifying which need has stirred me from my slumber, gaging my location in space and time. and analyzing my dream for merit. As these protocols ran my sense provided me some distinctly false answers.

Firstly my attire, a six foot headband, subtle canvas dress, leggings and a pair of glorious pumps were striped away leaving me in the shirt and pants i went to sleep in The air itself was not the crisp wintergreen i had previously know not but seconds earlier, the twilight sky had been obfuscated, and my gender and physical features had been reversed and altered. All these facts immediately depressed me, which in and of itself brought me a great deal of confusion.

In the dream i was known as the Maiden's Hand of Fate, the third sword of C.O.N.C.O.R.D. A woman who's place was known and purpose defined. Every aspect of this artificial life was pleasing to me, a smile as sharp as my blade, intelligent enough to grasp concepts that even a transcendental touch cannot hold. The freedom to feel and understand raw emotions without care to being a slave to them. Not to mention physical attributes that well up pride in my breast as real as the air in my lungs.

It was as though i were two persons, the self in the dream, the self in reality wishing i were still in the dream; and in the haze of Zero Hour i could feel the former imprinting itself over the later then begin slipping away. As it did my standard contentment began to set back in. It was not so much that i willed to be this person, regardless of how good it felt to be, so much as i wish to have and hold her, not the specific individual but one whom matches these ideals and criteria.

Though contrary to its name Zero Hour actually last but a few moments, but it is time outside of time where all the lines in ones mind become blurred and shifted. As is often the case with supernatural things, this time without time lasts only as long as needed. As such it is my most favorite thing i can not control for never shall i have cause to fear it.

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Darkness is not merely the absence of light, it is also the culmination of colors, in which rivaling perspectives can come to an understanding, much as red and blue come to an agreement as purple. All seen in unison are black. A concept i thought i had grasped previously; however i have been conflicted as of late due to an introduction of a new perspective. A new shade of black.

I speak of a man, self-serving as any other, whom holds within him a key to power, and a source of pride, in these regards we are not to different, a fact that i find bothersome.( Rivalry Frivolity )
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The problem does not lie in a disbelief of god, on the contrary, the problem is i see god as everything i was taught it would be.

( What I believe about Worship )
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The Second Gate

The Path Into Darkness.

This post is rated [M] for Mature, for gratuitous use of Emo language and Imagery.

( Awakening The Gate )
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