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The Mystia is trapped between realities. When she appears, it is because there is a rip in spacetime and she is frozen there - like a glitch in a program, her spirit hovers and remains frozen in space. The legend is that she appears there only when it rains, or on foggy nights. From glancing through Jorry's journals, it became more apparent how he had been drawn to her. He had always loved late night walks in the rain, the tropical canopy and the humid air with the drops of rain beating against the tops of the leafy fanning palms. And the smell, the peace and quiet, especially when the fog rolled in.

And sometimes, he'd wander all the way down the cliffside, to the ocean. That is when he first saw it - saw her. She could not speak - she glimmered, as if only half existent. But he didn't see a monster, and alien woman, a freak. He saw a beautiful golden lady, shining, and calling out to him, to free her from her inter-spacial prison of time. He could see the desperation on her face, her eyes begging him to notice her and not be afraid. At first he was shocked of course - the first time, he beheld her motionless as a statue - a deer in the headlights, frozen in place; he watched her, mouth agape, the rain beating against his clothes and the ocean cracking, rain beating down and soaking him as the tide wrestled like thunder against the shore, breaking and spraying him with foam.

And of course the fog cast its eerie glow, making her golden light even more compelling and dense. And the first time he saw her, he sensed only her magnificent aura and presence washing over him, making the cold disappear, filling him with energy and light. He needed to know more about her. To learn her story. This figment, this phantom of another world, the supernatural and divine. This was not that fateful night, though, that he disappeared in front of the tribe children's eyes. This was the first night, and these were the summer months. The end of summer, mind. But it's different in the tropics. They still get the rainfall...

That night he was too scared to go to her. And wandered home, in a trance, in a daze, her beautiful sad face burned behind his eyes, seared into his memory. When he slept that night, even the drumming of the rain on his roof, so soothing and comforting, could not make the image of her golden face any less pressing, burning. And while he tried to sleep, he tossed and turned, unable to fall into the blackness of rest, for many hours.

After that, she became his fixation. He was determined, to know who this golden lady was, and what her presence meant. How she had reached out to him with her eyes, begging for his help. He was determined to help her.

But when he approached the shaman of the tribe about the woman, he recoiled in great distress, warning Jorry in his own language that nothing but terror and harm would come from messing with the spirit, if that's what she was. The tribe had passed down a legend for many generation about her, and the misfortune who befell all who saw her, and fell into the trap of her forlorn lovely eyes.

When god seperated male and female, he made it on Adams request. After they were thrown out of paradise, Adam held a long lasting grudge against Eve. It still goes on today. But if those two souls- reincarnated clash together nowadays.

It turns sour in a matter of minutes or seconds. What both should've done but foremost Adam, was to forgive Eve for what she did with that tree. At one point in time - not too long ago, maybe two generations back.

He realized that for him to become whole again he must reabsorb and unite with Eve's soul after death. He took so long, because he loved god more than he loved Eve. But last generation got fucked up again and thanks to some hiccups, Eve was left shattered once more.

With his everstronger faith in god and his mysterious ways Adam's soul has found a loophole in the life-death cycle.

One which lets you keep your soul in your next life. And at one point in his life he always realized he was who he was, sometimes after 69 years, sometimes after 15 years sometimes in his twenties.

He has lived countless lifes and in almost each of them he found Eve, they are still made from the same dust after all. He always rejected the communion in death though out of fear that this could not have been what god intended for him.

He never claimed the responsibility that free-will brought with it. For some reason other souls get a memory wipe upon death and get recycled into the living. He found her again, this time in form of a very nice looking girl which likes to give herself silly names. She even has this tattoo this time on her left shoulder:

 There is a lot of monarchy illuminati mindfuckery afoot, I know that much.

Anyways, he immediatly recognized her soul. Then he went into mindfuck-mode himself. Went through all of creation up to today, saw how he has treated her in fear of a god which did not commune anymore. This has ended last time, but it ended in catastrophe. What this really is about is true love, destined by faith, set in stone by fate. The loophole in the life-death cycle is easy to understand. He had to believe in everything but one, that was true love, he knows it is real but he also knows that he will never achieve it without giving up his belief in a god - which he witnessed from the beginning, its not always forgiveness and stuff. So each time he went before his creator he had this trick up his sleeve where he would challenge god to a bet, that is if he could achieve true love, god was right in seperating them. And cuiously enough. god has always taken that wager.Thats how he got sent back to this plane without the memory wipe. 

Once there was nothing, and before the big bang Lucifer wandered the cosmos aimlessy for 3.14 billion years, looking for his own father who had been lost in darkness. He found him cowering in an empty black room surrounded by darkness. He had brought him something that he created as a gift for his father, it was a lit spark - emanating light. God loved Lucifer more than he loved himself.

What came after the "fall" was not a remorsefull god, but a vengefull one. And so it came that he has not forgiven him officially due to one simple fact. He was ashamed of what he saw fit for something that if watched through the eyes of a father was more an act of love in order to further impress and please.

So god, through Adam, was trying to find out how righteouss exactly one must be in order to right a wrong.

And so it came that we are here today, on this earth with two souls that have been here for thousands of times already, and if they could unite in death, that meant that there is more to life than living alone - you can die together. This simple idea would isntantly destroy most religious predicaments about the afterlife. 

And I firmly believe that if we survive this current generation we could see a wonder happening. Because whatever he has been told by all the humans he met in his lifetimes - the clues he has left each time paint a very clear picture. He does love her, always has, always will. His love for her knows literally no boundaries, neither physical nor meta.

But last time he failed the task, before their lifes ended tragedy befell Eve, a situation which Adam still repents, for he sees the fault for it in himself. And this time around she rightfully does hate him for all the shit he put her through.

The thing which made them do it all over again was doubt. Adam doubted god, he thought after all these cycles that his will alone, was enough for them to become one again. Not arrogantly- but gullably he forgot to favour in god into the equasion. The thing which stood solely for thousands of years at the end of that is equal to sign
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Allright, this time he thinks he got this, he is not sure yet as to why. maybe he is just simple again, but somehow he knows, that however long it may take it will work out. He did not subtitude god with love, but the conviction both bring is identical.

*Fog of War*

(on a forgotten battefield)
....the fighting had continued for hours, both sides becoming so entangled it became impossible to tell friend from foe...
from their nest overlooking the valley, the sniper and spotter had a clear view....had seen the lines pushing back and forth, slowly disintergrating into small skirmishes that suddenly flared up, the crackle of small arms punctuated by the boom of artillery landing, only to suddenly go quiet and flare up a mile further away...
the storm that swept in was equally as violent, turning the world into a torrential mess until viewed through their scopes..
"Comms are down....ive got a lot of movement....thats all I can tell you.."
"give me a target, they're shooting at someone"
"us, or them? They're taking fire from the building to the northwest"
through the scope, the bodies popped up as brillantly lit figurines....
"who am i aiming for here?!"
"you're seeing what im seeing...hell, could be blue on blue already, you want to join that mess and take down friends...?"

The story of the lady trapped between dimensions goes like this.
When Atlantis still existed, there was angel technology. The Demiurge of this world had become comfortable with The Shining Ones, and a small oligarchy coded reality. They say the city of Atlantis was illuminated in every known shade of the rainbow. That it didn't cast the same ominous smog as the cities of the present era; the luminescence instead of hazy was almost biological. The buildings were like flickering neon candles. A chain of islands connected the populace, sheltering the elite. Many times had the potential to converge there. But what destroyed Atlantis, the sanctuary of the higher world, was a gate.

At the time the city flourished, an age of enlightenment existed that far surpassed our own. Because the wise men knew the harmony of the spheres, geometry was not isolated from science. The unified field was not a concept of theoretical physics, but a living aether, one that could be spoken into conformity with will. And that is why magick was not foreign - but it was in the time of Atlantis that the corruption began to show itself. The children of Nephilim had long been aware of the nature of the genetic code, and it could be said they knew more of its manipulation then we do now. For, it was its architects whom instructed these children...and the experiments continued.

The Lady of the Lost Light was one of these experiments, the last of them. For she was born in the catastrophe of Atlantis, the one which would spell its end. She walked from the crashing gate of destruction's avatar, from the glowing embers of the chamber of the wise men. The halls where she was born were carved out in malachite and quartz. Some say that her form, which is not quite corporal, is the result of many horrors which she invisibly witnesses while trapped in those halls - in the core of Atlantis, where the beating heart of the fabled city kept the islands afloat. What few knew of Atlantis, is that it was not only an island above the ocean, but also high up in the sky.

The Demiurge at that time had not yet decided to seal the veil. Back then men and woman could traverse it freely, provided that the Guardian of the barrier saw them worthy of entry. So it was not necessary to stay entirely in the dimension humankind is now familiar with. Space travel took place outside of space, in the clockwork labyrinth of neither-here-nor-there called the Netherverse. Even today the Netherverse often contacts man, though we have been long ago barred (save the likes of our highest sages and Shaman) from traversing the Netherverse ourselves. The Lady of the Lost Light was a hybrid being, an attempt to create a God. Many sacrifices were bled upon her alter, in the hopes she would be a catalyst, to guide Atlantis to its rightful ascendancy among the Shining Ones, rather then under them, as mankind lived in the shadow of their fantastic superiority, ruled over always and resentfully. The Lady's project had been abandoned centuries before the city had fallen, believed to be nothing more then a bloody and nightmarish failure. What they did not know, because they could not see, is that she lived; but not in the way they imagined it.

Her consciousness was an infection, like a disease, seeking occupancy, seeking a host. And when encumbered by its presence, men would see wild and incredible visions; visions of things to come, visions of unmade horrors, visions of lust or paradise that drove men to folly. But The Lady was not confined like an apparition to one body, one host. She spread out over the earth like a chain lattice, embedded among the consciousness of each particle. From the heavenly spheres, the Shining Ones saw her let loose among the innocence of creation, neither an organic part of the universe nor one that could be considered wholly artificial. But she was clearly in pain, and when she cried, she illuminated frightening pillars of electricity and power that blew straight up like vortical spires into the sky. Olympus rejected her, but so did the Earth.

Like a fine tooth comb, the janitors picked the pieces of her from their jumbled entanglement with the oceans and the particles of the air and the mountains. It was just one more thing on their growing list of grievances with the men of Altantis, with their folly and their presumption. They opened the door of the tenth sephira and sealed her between the entrance and the exist of that realm, because that is the only window where her form would not freely emerge from.

A puzzle with many lost pieces
Still discovering
It's a headache but the struggle is worth the final outcome

To each his own, a life can change
don't force your will, let fate arrange
And put your books upon a shelf
remember this, love thyself


I wish you all a wonderfull weekend!