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Post by Caylus Ark on Oct 9, 2020 8:42:41 GMT
I'm sure many of you guys have noticed I have written a lot of stories about my own persona.
There's a reason for that.
There is a higher self in each of us, and the higher self longs to be known by our conscious waking selves.
Even if it exists in a realm that could never penetrate this reality, we desire to see ourselves as we truly are with no limitations.
I don't pin the personal mythologies because I want others to buy into mine - I want to recognize myself.
The musings and workings of that self, is something that keeps me in contact with the world around me, because I know when it is trying to speak to me.
It has created vivid, lucid, and creative dreams where I can live in the world that helps me uncover the nature of a limitless version of myself.
I mean literally! I get to have dreams where I am living my story and it's totally real. It's lovely.
I guess, that higher self, longing to stretch its legs.
So I felt the need to create this thread, to encourage others to commit the story of their personal mythology anywhere.
In the shitty notepad.exe windows has
or in a journal.
or even just in a fever dream
or in the midst of a song that shakes and seizes your heart.
This self, you will be able to speak to it one day, it will speak to you, if you take the time to give it a life and a voice.
So that's why I pen and post my mythologies, and why you should do it, too.
allow yourself to suspend your disbelief and buy into the image of yourself as a hero, or even a villain.
Who is that person? The you you yearn to become?
Give them flesh, become their creator, your own creator.
Maybe when you die you'll be reborn as them. Who knows?
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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2020 10:20:06 GMT
The Text Editor on Ubuntu is nice for pretty much 90% of things to do.
If serious with writing, LibreOffice Writer it is then.  |
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Post by Guest on Oct 10, 2020 14:26:43 GMT
I knew a powerful sage who had travelled through space and time to learn about the nature of the mysteries of the magnetic realm.
He was old and not in the best shape. His mind was still sharp, but his body wasn't. He met many people through his travels and would tell stories about them. I'd take it for granted but I still tried to learn. He was glad to have the company that I gave him, but I was never grateful enough for that.
He had a wife who was also a sage, but the overload of everything had ruined her mind. Inside she was always child-like and saw the beauty in everything, but she knew her mind was slipping. When her mind was normal she used to spend time in nature, even just trying to find four leaf clovers for a luck spell. She loved animals and everything natural, and had a way to make anything fun.
The sage was always regretful for his time he spent when he was younger away from his wife to speak over the nature of reality with other people. He had many stories to tell from it, and made many likeminded friends, but part of him still regretted it.
His time came one day out of the blue. His mind and spirit was still sharp from all of his adventures, but his body gave out on him.
I never knew what to do with the stories he had told me. He didn't spend time away from his family before he went, but until his body wouldn't allow it he'd still travel to another realm to meet an old friend close to the same order that he was in when he was younger.
Soon after he passed I met a being called Jahbulon. I had remembered the stories he told about him, but I never knew if the sage truly liked him.
He tried to convince me that they were still close the whole time he had known the sage. I tried to ignore him and listen to how I knew the sage to be and how he felt.
I told myself that in the end, the sage was greatful for the experience and the friends he made, and it made him more thankful for his own family. But I never really knew.
I'd never really know the truth, and it was too late to find out. I convinced myself it was a way to take the good along and leave the bad behind. I wish I had listened closer to what the sage really wanted. But I'll always remember his stories and how hard he worked for everyone. I felt I had let him down, but all I can do is try to remember the good times and know that he's happy in another realm with his wife, who can be back to her normal self.
Sometimes I imagine that I hear the sage talking to give me advice. A lot of the time it's only after I know I've acted in a way he'd frown upon. I never wanted to let him down and I feel I have a lot in life. I know I'll never be exactly like he was, but I know they're both in a better realm healthy and happy, making that world a better place.
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Post by Guest on Oct 10, 2020 15:37:03 GMT
Even though I feel I might've allowed Jahbulon to follow him to another realm by wrapping his ribbon around his urn, it was still a part of his life that he lived in this realm and made him more powerful.
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Post by Guest on Oct 10, 2020 17:29:43 GMT
Some backstory: I'm a person with wings and a bird skull mask. I don't have powers but I want them one day
All I've done is steal other people's and god's work to pass it off as my own. There's no truth in anything I've done yet in my life and I've been a net negative for everyone I'm around and the world itself. I still want to keep the bird skull on because it reminds me of an encounter I had with an anomaly that had fell for my tricks and a lost friendship and it's a reminder to try to be myself even behind the mask. This story isn't about that.
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Even though I thought of myself as a bird, I really loved the sea. It felt like my home.
One day while flying close to the water and dragging my hands against the waves, I noticed something dark and murky in the distance. It wasn't out of the ordinary to see odd things this far out into the waters, but something about this ones shape lured me to it. It was almost as if it was trembling with the ocean's waves itself, like it was not completely solid.
I was too scared to dive in and see for myself, so I just flapped my wings above it and stared blankly. I could see it changing shapes as the waters would roar around it. At times it would look like a serpent, other times it looked indistinguishable, almost like an ink blotted, constantly changing rorschach test.
Suddenly, the waters below me stopped moving and I saw the true shape of what caught my eye. There was a calm that I had not experienced in all the time I've spent flying close to the waters.
I could see it moving closer to the surface. I knew it was large and serpentine, but I still had no idea what to expect. Out of the waters came the darkest, most petrifying thing I have seen on my journeys. Parts of it would shine, as if it was coated in a type of gasoline.
It did not speak in the way other beings I've encountered have spoken. He told me he was Yam, and that if I wanted to survive I should fly high above the waters. I asked him what he was planning on doing, and why. He explained to me that he's the god of the depths of the ocean, and also of primordial chaos. It's his job to wreak havock in the world through the only means he knows.
He explained that he had been kicked out of a higher realm and that his acts were a way of revenge on this creation and on god's people.
We talked for hours about things that have happened in his life cycle, since he existed far beyond most other beings, gods, and especially mortals.
Eventually I got the hint that he truly wasn't mad at Baal or being kicked out of their realm anymore, I mean that happened at the beginning of the creation of this world, he loved his home and the creatures that surrounded him in the abyss of the ocean.
He was more upset that people chose to ruin his waters and the creatures inside of it through pollution and other means.
He had planned on creating a tsunami that would wipe out millions of people living in a coastal city. I asked why he'd do such a thing, and how being vengeful to people over what they've done will fix any of the issues he and his creatures face. He couldn't think of a reason.
See, he dwells in the very bottom of the ocean, and only arises to the surface to cause chaos. He saw the affects of the actions that the mortals had on the upper layer of life, only when creating chaos for revenge. He doesn't spend time around the other beings and creatures that are close to the surface. It would anger him so much that he'd act out of vengeance, rather than see what he's truly doing.
Every time he'd create a tsunami or hurricane, it would hurt the exact beings and creatures he was angry for mortals hurting. I talked him out of his current plans, but I knew in the core of his being he was born to create chaos. There wasn't a way to change that. He wasn't a mortal and he knew he still had to continue to create devestation one way or another.
He vanished from my sight and returned to the depths of the ocean faster than he had appeared.
I had an idea in my mind, and planned to find Baal.
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Post by Guest on Oct 11, 2020 13:08:46 GMT
I flew away from the ocean in search of Baal.
I wasn't new to this realm, but I didn't really have any acquaintances in it or in any realm. Most of the mortals thought I was strange, and I didn't have the same powers that the gods and other beings had.
I'd hop around every world searching for Baal, but in every realm there were countless other bull gods. How was I supposed to know which one is which? There were at least 20 in each world, and a lot of them weren't the most welcoming.
I concluded my search and gave up. I planned to go back to the oceans to find Yam. On my way between worlds, I saw Hermes. It wasn't my first time seeing him flying between worlds, but he always seemed to work as if he had a specific and urgent goal in mind, and I tried to model myself after that.
This encounter was different though, he noticed me this time. He saw that I was weary from travelling between worlds for the past month. I spoke with him and he was tasked with travelling to Mount Olympus in order to let Zeus know that his son Dionysus was planning on taking a seat with the Olympians. Dionysus had travelled the world spreading both joy and pain. His mother Semele died from his own father's doings, and he had recently travelled to the underworld to rescue her from Hades.
The olympians weren't the greatest bunch. Dionysus was a demigod, so in a way he was even more flawed than the others. He was terrible in almost every way. I'd ran into him before but never spoke with him, only heard stories of the feats he's done.
I asked Hermes if he truly believed Dionysus deserved a seat at Mount Olympus. See, the Olympians were paired. Dionysus was paired with the Graces, and Hermes with Apollo. Apollo and Dionysus were polar opposites.
It wasn't really up to Hermes, and he knew most of the Olympians were basically off in the head anyway. He'd fit right in there.
I asked Hermes if after his travel back to Mount Olympus, if he could take me under his wing. I didn't want to run into Zeus or any of the other Olympians after some of the stories and myths I had heard.
He obliged, but only if I could keep up. I hovered between worlds for Hermes' return, excited to learn and go on mischevious adventures with him.
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Post by Guest on Oct 11, 2020 14:22:32 GMT
I'm sorry
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Post by Caylus Ark on Oct 12, 2020 8:12:52 GMT
I knew a powerful sage who had travelled through space and time to learn about the nature of the mysteries of the magnetic realm. He was old and not in the best shape. His mind was still sharp, but his body wasn't. He met many people through his travels and would tell stories about them. I'd take it for granted but I still tried to learn. He was glad to have the company that I gave him, but I was never grateful enough for that. He had a wife who was also a sage, but the overload of everything had ruined her mind. Inside she was always child-like and saw the beauty in everything, but she knew her mind was slipping. When her mind was normal she used to spend time in nature, even just trying to find four leaf clovers for a luck spell. She loved animals and everything natural, and had a way to make anything fun. The sage was always regretful for his time he spent when he was younger away from his wife to speak over the nature of reality with other people. He had many stories to tell from it, and made many likeminded friends, but part of him still regretted it. His time came one day out of the blue. His mind and spirit was still sharp from all of his adventures, but his body gave out on him. I never knew what to do with the stories he had told me. He didn't spend time away from his family before he went, but until his body wouldn't allow it he'd still travel to another realm to meet an old friend close to the same order that he was in when he was younger. Soon after he passed I met a being called Jahbulon. I had remembered the stories he told about him, but I never knew if the sage truly liked him. He tried to convince me that they were still close the whole time he had known the sage. I tried to ignore him and listen to how I knew the sage to be and how he felt. I told myself that in the end, the sage was greatful for the experience and the friends he made, and it made him more thankful for his own family. But I never really knew. I'd never really know the truth, and it was too late to find out. I convinced myself it was a way to take the good along and leave the bad behind. I wish I had listened closer to what the sage really wanted. But I'll always remember his stories and how hard he worked for everyone. I felt I had let him down, but all I can do is try to remember the good times and know that he's happy in another realm with his wife, who can be back to her normal self. Sometimes I imagine that I hear the sage talking to give me advice. A lot of the time it's only after I know I've acted in a way he'd frown upon. I never wanted to let him down and I feel I have a lot in life. I know I'll never be exactly like he was, but I know they're both in a better realm healthy and happy, making that world a better place. Maybe this sage was a secret chief. These mentors pick their students personally...and they tend to stay with us as long as we need them. About the wife...part of the aspect of femininity is the light of the moon, which is to say the unconscious, creative, maybe slightly mad. I think pure feminine energy, which of course wouldn't be balanced without some masculine energy, would be submerged into the realm of the unconscious, and perhaps that's where the aspect of child-like wonder was so pronounced from. If the sage is partly invested in another realm, I'm sure his whispers are interconnected with you somehow in the fabric of the electromagnetic universe. We pass ourselves along through our teachings and ideas, the pure aspects of who we are. Maybe the sage left you to elaborate on his own unsolved dilemmas, much like this world is always tending towards transcendence, towards resolving itself. Not that I am imposing anything on your own musing, this is the ramble that just emerged from the top of my head |
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Post by 4 on Oct 12, 2020 18:37:27 GMT
saw it, i'm sorry. bye
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Post by Mwm on Oct 28, 2020 0:34:49 GMT
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Post by MwM on Dec 4, 2020 16:09:20 GMT
Re ality altyr, re alter alter again
Righthandman, alter ego
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Post by Corvus Dei on Dec 23, 2020 20:57:52 GMT
Does it count when you wing it on personal snippets of memories and forms colliding into a more or less cohesive whole?
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