03/01/2016

To live in a golden green tree will make one free  - Smoking weed makes me feel free
What we make is what will be; this shaped in parallel destiny- It shapes my reality as i bind myself to another level of thought
Magic and lore make me trip you see - Lie and fun make me think and trip
Magic induced dreams; oh so manically!  - Lost in thought is better in control

Trust in scope, purpose, and power  - Stay on task
Growing flames on a purple peddle flower - growth in a way if you stick to the three above
Cast down and born to master my master - overcoming those who want to control
Two years of solitude my brain a private broadcaster- Pushing for my own way of living

Bound and collard to no but look and love - Admit my shallowness
Teal green hair for ravers of old - Who i am now
Green as moss or energy soaked mold - who i used to be
Look what I am!! a manic magic purple dragon! that fell from the sky! - funny
Not ready to die! but to live and try!! - ending

Passing of the ages when only we seek warmth

Chances are the stars have come and gone
Dragons of lore have seen their days
but what we have left are the stories
Stories and buildings standing so high
Rock and stone tree and pebble
only the ones who live truly know
Only those who know truly live
who will seek the star
and find from what I seek in the truth above
Goddess of life, fertility, and summer
As you pass and winter takes its cold grasp
I ask that you guide those who are broken
Broken in bone and in mind to shelter food and warmth
For the forests are cold, the mountains even colder
But the cities of the world where man seeks only the death of nature
That is what the world sees now, so go out and make the world meek
Seek the pastures of green and flowers of may, for summer's time will soon come in only in name.

Back.

I'm in a troubled sleep.
Deep in thought yet restless as i switch from bed to couch
This is not my home i cry, yet oddly this is where i grew up yet not born into

Bells a ringing a deafening score. Minds of many minds for more.
I'm going deaf I scream into the black and blue walls of death that are my sleeping mind
It must be a call
turns out one from Josie Hall

Did i see a teal haired boy with reindeer antlers on today
Why yes, yes you did. i say

Caught in a rush, poets run towards me
I know who i am
as i dive deep into the rabbit hole once again.

Rawr for the rage!

I am living in a paradime
but how the seaons change this time
ive seen this all before, but not lost in summer's lore
now i live my dream with rainbows hardcore

Thoughts of many collect and score
Working together to find that fix for more
Need no rules yet bound to health
Looking for drugs or everlasting wealth

Be at peace for this is my mind
Love looking for love in this paradime
Universes expanding, folding, and more
The universe she is one big happy hardcore.

Between the thoughts that zen occupies

Is this conversation in my mind a mere simulation or can it bend my fabric of reality. Can the subjective world i create in my mind where i attune what i know about you into a form that is suppose to represent you accurate. I live in a world where my simulation awakens me to know that i have been here before. Daemon or druid matters not for we follow the ones with the longest horns.

Don't assume let what is created know that while it is a simulation know the mind has powers and what is leaked out may reflect badly or in a good way depending on what you build in the subjective(closed off) mind. Telepathy is real yet i find it a silly system. No ground rules and very rude way of getting what you want. Energy bubbles with though word action and reward are a better way of communicating rather then just bursting into peoples mind and stealing the information. Like the nurses at CamH do. ]:/

Perhaps this simulation must have a check to see if it truly is running properly a vision or vibe must be felt from the person you are talking to. Doctors have fancy words like scizoaffective i like the thought of a shared Mind. And a bubble system around yourself and your team. A reflection bubble must be put in place to protect the core of the group or the just one magic user. Eventually the bubble can add on other bubbles and more groups join grouop yets they can split off when the reflection is up. This minds do not even need to know about how this magic is working. It can be seen through behaviour and mood. For example when my bubble is burst it releases all my energy and stops it fromcoming back to me where i can collect and organize my thoughts in a meaningful way. Rather im left spending all my energy to everyone or my money to everyone and not being able to take care of myself. While i do work with 2 other wizards we have never had true communication on this plane about it. Is that bad or is it good? Hard to know we live sorta far away from eachother.

Owl is watching

The games between the prey
Dance and flow as they may
Owl watches with wings of green and pink
Never to far to hunt yet to far to shrink

In cold shadows of night yet still
That only which we understand we kill
Owl catches either or mouse or rabbit this night
Shade please take me away from this fright

Troning of Ian

Ian has a very open mind. He does not know all, but that which he is allowed to know he understands through vibe, picture, and sound. When Ian would do drugs and if he would feel a bad effect there would always seem to be a guiding light, or some kind of source, some flow of energy that Ian would understand to be the truth behind the trip. When Ian was younger and first starting to explore his mind with psychdelics Ian had very few negative effects(other then being lost witho...ut his glasses constantly calling out for Craig (lolz rave family joke)) rarely would ian have a bad trip with psychedlics for there always seemed to be this truth behind the trip this knowledge that his mind had changed and that he would view the world differently. It would seem to him like some kind of secret group of minds focusing on what needs to change to allow for a more peaceful state of mind. The mouse would listen and wait looking for that nice treasure in all its cheesy delight. Now this is different from stimulant drugs and loud music with alot of energy which would lead to a colourful bunny radiating out energy and projecting indigo though his crown chackra while a complex and misunderstood root chakra screamed for attention. This state of mind is better left in the woods or in a park where the trees concrete and stones can store his energy for the world to heal and project further rainbows to the worlds in his mind and for those who accept the rainbow of thought in all of its shades its colours and its neon brightness. ~~ Tron Kretz's thoughts.~~

Crack the neck the fingers and spine

Thoughts are many and true in kind with only chance and merry both entwined. Logic has failed and names are gone with what we have made no man shall undo. Pockets in time and trust have failed. Death has failed., God has failed. Fucking passages of the only trust that was built. Screaming now again into the chaos of this white pages as magic becomes mania and memories are hell.

Changes and chances coffee and weed love that lost ones retards and crazies. Don't fuck, make love, have sex, or release your a dumb little bunny and i will kill you myself when i am ready.

I die at 145 loved and well.

The lich lord is not me unless i learn for to make myself undead would be a test of true character. Perhaps the more insane i become the more i try to make the ones i love hurt. They worry they hurt themselves and they try to die. However i do not want this. I want to be free with them. To climb trees, pick flowers, and gather food for winter. Hardship is many the load has to carry. Sex is for them, and i am apart of them. I am the male the true male. I am the divine female yet Odin in mind. I have both eyes, and a naughty poll too. I hate retards, i love the crazies. Wild eyed rabbits mice and frogs.

Do what you want with me I am a slave to your voices. I know you will not hurt me to much if i listen and if i am good. I provide for myself yet i do not. I care for myself yet i do not. I laugh with myself yet i do not.

People think im joking people think im farting a grand jest that this is ALL SOME FUICKING GAME TO PLAY IN MY FUCKING MIND. THAT I AM JUST SOME PURPLE FUCKING PAWN TO DESTROY IN THE WILL OF MINDS..... and perhaps I am perhaps i try to understand more then what i am suppose to do.... just a pawn crying for the knight to come save me.

Chances are i'll suck a dick sometime in my life. She did for me when she said she would wait. We faught we cried and we stayed together a bit longer. Love it tries the hardest to stay the longest she can. But if you have read my stories.. we have... then you know? Love is a goddess and she is gone... we but can remake her... i know you have tried.... do you accept her... i do.... then you are married to Love... but does she love her creation or am i the God i think i am?..... you are not the god you think you are.... you are Odin with both eyes not the hanging man.... yet the wanderer.... but i do not wander far from Ontario... for they love me... for they provide for me... trust in the voices Ian, Tron, Mouse, Bongoman.

TORONTO MOTHER THAT IS WHERE I STAY. YOUR NOT SOME FUCKING DOG IAN YOU ARE A FUCKING HUMAN BEING. NO I am my mind.

My body is theirs they and them. My mind is ours steph andrew and lori. Ian is long dead as mother wails yet she does not accept my new name for truly this insane genius of magic and illusion staff and wand... fuck off you stupid bitch! I do not want you here... then leave... BUT I CANT.... then jump out of a window... fucking die in a fire mother... what mother.... the one mother .... i shall not name her for she shall cry..... there i warned you... yeah but it was at the end of the thing.. who fucking cares... i wrote... if you want better quality i need better caffine.

Trust Love and Kink

Understanding trust is an interesting concept when trying to understand what to trust and who to trust. If I am too trusting in humanity i may end up losing a lot in life, or perhaps just a necklace and a vape. Trying to trust every aspect of humanity is a hard task that only the brave try to understand. One must be able to know the kinds of people that are out there and try to understand the trust that is built between the kinds of people that need to be built up or the people that need to be torn down.

This applies to a kink lifestyle as one must trust those that dominate to not take it as far as the imagination can conjure. In my mind I can take things to a level of extreme that is both uncomfortable for myself and could be uncomfortable to my partner, my wife, and perhaps the one who is in control.

Kink and mental illness is a balance that needs to be restored to better understand my mind as well as the minds of those I love in a non family sense. Unless of course they are my care team in the kink community.

Care is always out there protecting and understand itself as it will develop more and more and try to better understand what is going on in between people’s minds and what is happening between the diverse concepts that are present in the lifestyles of many different people in the group. Some people are unwilling fathers and mothers but a good submissive has his or her ways of getting what we want

Love now that is what I am after personally but i find that i must share myself between many different people to eventually grow the care trip that is growing throughout the city of toronto.

The care trip started online while i was sitting in front of a computer wondering what to do. I was quite manic and did not have an outlet other than writing and calling for help. I wrote to everyone and tried to care for my whole facebook community. Eventually I broke down and traveled to Toronto myself to care for the people calling for me the most. I went to my wizard first who sent me on a quest to find the Tylene and Myles who were in a house that needed protection from magic.

Since then I have seen magic trends of love and care growing in a city that needed more of this, if i am responsible for it my ego would expand quite well…. so for the sake of sanity I do not accept it although even thinking that i am in charge of care is properly a little bit to insane. Although i am trying to get more out of life and a way to understand what i am trying to do in my life. Which is love and care for the cosmos and the world, although i am first starting with Toronto as this is the city that I love the most.

More Tron’s will rise for each city that needs it an insane person who understands what they need what they want and what must happen. Peace and love!

Time Travelling Rabbits

I awaken to the an acidic smell filling my nose. It burns my nostrils, and it is reminiscent of something in my past. I struggle with the memory. I can't pull it from the fog in my mind. The only thing I remember is a face. Or more so her hair. Always changing. From brown, to pink, to blond, blue, and then flipping between purple and red. Her hair always changing, as if to tease my memory of her. As if to say who am I?

Now that is question I should be asking. Who Am I? Am I this woman in my mind. No I am male. I feel a connection with her. I feel love; yet it has changed. Become more distance more lonely. A love turned into loneliness what has happened here.... what has happened to me. This vision of beauty with her ever changing hair, and her eyes speaking volumes of hope for the future. Regardless of what happened; this memory brings a much needed smile to my face. A hard truth discovered; yet still uncovered still buried deep in my mind. I try to save as much as I can of the memory, but it starts to fade. I try to pull the beauty back. I try to force the image into my mind but it slips. I am left with only the ever changing hair.

The dark gloom of my prison cell, and the smell of something.... something familiar. The smell horrible as it is reminds me of my home. A flash memory bursts into my mind. Burning. Burning. Burning. My house... my home it is being turned to ash. People look on; uncaring, as they walk by hand in hand.

I snap fingers an summon a ball of light. It illuminates the small room. I see dirty and dust covered stones which are laid unevenly to shape my small prison cell. The sunlight has never touched these stones since they have been placed here. The stones are dead. Placed by their brick layer never to move never to see the sun again. There is no door, no window, and no access of any kind. How did I get here? Who am I? Why me? Why have I been placed in this cramped, gloomy place. To be forgotten forever? To be punished for something I am not even aware of?

The ball of light spins and twirls around me. Its only desire to serve me. Its love for me unconditional as it brings light into the room, as it breaths life into my soul. I begin to check the stones on wall. I being to check for some small button some kind of lever. Anything! Anything to get me out of here. Who am I? The question repeats and repeats itself in my mind. Growing ever louder, growing ever faster. Faster and faster louder and louder the question beats into me. Finally I can take it no more. If I have no name than I shall name myself. I am Nidglonous.

A scraping sound fills the air, as stone on stone moves grindingly slow. Dust fills the still air, and a passage way opens. The beauty in my mind smiles. Her changes to pink, and short cropped. I begin to walk into the passage way. The hallway has more even stones, and they are even somewhat clean. Someone cares about this area. Someone has been here before. As I walk through the hallway torches begin to light themselves, and I walk towards the stair case. It winds around and around. At the top I see for the first time in far to long; sunlight peaking through what looks like clouds. I get closer to the window. I can stick my head out of the window, and I look down. I would never survive such a drop. I look up and the tower seems to go on forever. What I thought were clouds are really smog. Industrial City. I remember this place. I remember this smell.

This has to be the Tower of Camah. Why have the wizards brought me back here. I have already passed their tests, as the memory of my release comes back to me. This must be another test. I have never heard of this kind of test before. They have taken almost everything that makes me who I am. I have to remake myself? Was I not good enough before?

My ball of light finally dies. Never knowing more then its desire to fill my sight with light. Never knowing more then its unconditional love for me. I continue my way up the stair case, and it leads to a single door. I push the heavy wooden door open. Its hinges have been rusted for some time. Who ever cares for these stones cares little for the metal in the door. The door opens and it reveals a large room. A fire place burns quietly to my left. A pot of stew boils over top, and a bowl is in the center of the room.

Questions flood my mind. These are the wizards of Camah everything that comes from them is a test. What is this bowl's true purpose. Will it feed me,or will it destroy me even more. Her hair becomes long and purple, and a frown fills her face. I walk cautiously up to the bowl in the middle of the room. My fingers wave and flick themselves into the pattern of insight. I look into the bowl, and I see nothing. Strange so symbolic is the bowl to me. Exactly in the center of the room. The room seems smaller. It is smaller. The room is shrinking. I try to calm myself. Years of training going down the drain. As I struggle to find the pattern that will dispel this rooms enchantment. Nothing is working, and I have tried everything that they have taught me.

As hope drains anger fills my soul. The fire shrinks. How could they. These wizards, these charlatans. They said they would teach me all that they know. Yet here I am unable to complete this test. Unable to do anything. Nidglonous what stupid name. How could I have chosen such a weak and useless name? The fire shrinks. This time I catch the meaning. This is a room hope. This is a test of hope. Her hair changes to blond, as she laughs. Hope. Hope for what? Hope for the future. I have no past, but I will have a future. The test makes sense. I grab the bowl from the center of the shrinking room. Walk over to the boiling pot of stew, and feed myself. I sustain myself, as I confirm my hope for the future. My hope that I will learn more then has be taught to me. My hope that I will find my home again. The fire erupts turning pink, purple, red and blue. The flames consume the pot. Her eyes gaze into me. Her hair changing so fast so much like the flames before me. I walk confidently into the fire.

White stones perfectly placed in rows and columns form the hallway before me. Massive bonfires of every color imaginable line each side of the hallway. The hall seems to go on for ever. I walk, and walk, and walk. I walk so far that the fires begins to repeat themselves. In my mind her hair turns purple. This hallway is looping I think to myself. What is the test? I examine the closest fire. Its flames a delightful vermilion. The next fire is green, and the one after it is blue. What is the test? I begin to sort every color I have seen. Perhaps there is a color that is excluded. No not a color, but a shade. There is no black flame, and no white flame. I know how to create each fire, but which one to choose. I can create only one at a time, and I am sure that which ever one I choose will be my answer to this question. What is the question?

Every fire so many colors. Her hair so many colors. In my mind her eyes sparkle with delight. White or Black. That is the question. To hide or to reveal. To include or exclude. White light creates all color. Yet when you draw all color become black. Am I a creator or a describer. I know the answer, as it is instilled in my very being. I created a name for myself, as I created hope in my mind. I am Nidglonous a White Wizard of Camah.

I am teleported to the top of the tower. There stands a Vermilion Sage, and Picnous. Picnous smiles his teeth beaming white, as he hands me my staff. The Sage, a creator of love, asks me the final question. Who is she? She was my hope, and my desire. She was my future, and my love. She is what was. Now I am all. Now I am free. The Sage smiles and gives me his blessing.

Picnous an I turn to Industrial City. We raise our staffs high into the high into the smog filled sky. We are beyond movements of the hand we are beyond incantation of words and phrases. We are white wizards creators of what we want to make. Magic crackles in the air, as power floods through us and into the sky above. The smog clears. The sun shines on Industrial City for the first time since she remade herself. The sky clears, but the smog continues to pour out of the chimneys of her industrial complex.

Father Light looks down, and is amused.

The High Druid sensing a weakness for the first time in far to long. Sends his trees to war.

The Voices of Conversation

Sometimes there are little conversations going on in my head. Sometimes they are about me and other times they are not. Little urges to do this or do that come in contact with my mind and urge me to write, or read, or play games.

Its hard to actually get any work done when your still a connector of most minds around you. Now i dont really need to be in the room, i can do it for the majority of the people around me unless of course they build up walls and do their own kind of work.

I remember one time i was working and a voice running in my own tone commanded me to leave and i didn't know how to feel about it other then needing to actually carry out the action and leave. Now this is kinda scary eh? What if the voice commanded me to do harm to myself(which has happened) or do harm to others. Other then killing my social skills and time again it doesn't do to much harm to my own being. The vibe can be set again and again to actually do something new and try and change what is happening in my life but i'm not 100% sure of what that is suppose to be.

Bunny Slippin (Legal High)

-2 monster green cans (Energy Drink)
-Odin(Ragna-Rok) - 00 nicotine - vaping
-Coffee with coconut milk
-Fenrir(Ragna-Rok) 12 nicotine - cap with coffee with 2 sugars from starbucks with cream
-One cup coffee black
-1 amp green can (Power Drink)

The results of this trip were odd. Included thoughts of mind reading and communication with bank owners as well as members of Trip and my rave and blood families. Talk to myself/others until 5 am while listening to a radio that cannot go to any other station then 97.7 hits FM. Woke up 5:30 Pm

Things i remember:
Going on the go train
Talking with friends on the train
Going to bank group and having a good time
Touching trees
hiding weed at borderline
looking for jobs
looking for apartments
going back on train following a lost one
Phone dying
Phone coming back to life when i get home
Being really happy phone is alive

The Connection

I know what people think of me

Its so hard sometimes to try and see what I want to be. Some sort of combination of jester and lover wizard and poet. A living memory hat and all colors to mask my true grey soul. I jest i cover i hide and i peak. I pop up and shout at you that i love you, but how can i know? I dont even know you.... well i know that i do.. its not just you for you are not just one person. Like an alchemist breaking down the big and making it small i pear into all your souls looking for what i need. Like some kind of vampire some sort of pet looking for a home....

I know you yet i do not i know what is good for us but i can't act on it to petrified of rejection so mixed up so confused. I don't even know my true self i don't even know my own soul so how am i suppose to find you again oh my beauty i know you i have seen you countless times always different faces different voices different hair and beauty always... i know what i want i know the archtype i know you are there be it alex, kay, steph, megan, james, josie, amanda kassie, emily, elanor, adrien, ashlyn, and a few more your all the same to me but i force myself not to act.... for if i am the one to act then i shall act again and try and sip from all of the cups.

I cannot act i try i smile i try to help but i never get anywhere like a mouse in a maze trying to find the only other living creature in this prison of hope and false promises. I have family i have friends but i dont have connection. I lived with these people for so long yet there is no true connection no lost no found only wandering.

Why is it these people what do they have in common..


It must be the soul the true essence of you my divine i would praise you to the end of our days. For love is holy and its all i need.

The Heart Space

As we are in our constant reality we are subject to its rules and plans we are care givers to the realm of mentality that we find ourselves in. By using our heart space we can tap into the realities of our life and create the tools we need to manifest in the ways that will both direct our life and lead others to ascension.

Ascension is not having full control of your life but understanding that the choices we make can effect our selves in other dimension and realities. We are in other realities? Yes you have your root reality, and the reality of your perception. This is made up of a trans-dimensional being of which you are apart. With proper understanding you can be influenced and influence the other parts of your self in their realities or dimensions.

Our "3D-Printer of inter dimensional tools" is our heart space. Our heart space is more then just the root of our reality which where we are derived(trapped). Our heart space's main drive is to help you create the tools that you need to effects realities about you. The Internet is a network of nodes all projecting what the computer has on it. We are each at our root trapped in our reality and to a lesser extent our perception of that reality. With our heart space we can create the actions, tools, effects and causes to manifest in other realities. Some realities cross; others travel parallel. We are one, and our heart space is infinite.

The lich lord of chaos
 customized story books
It was a bright morning day and the dead shambled across the white sand. A dark gray castle flying a [ flag deco here ] shambling zombies and loss lords are spread out across the sprawling sands around the the chaos palace holding the tomb [Name] the lord of chaos. [Name] is a lich lord and has lost a small part of his mind in order to preserve his life forever.

[Name] in his ethereal form floated through the walls beside the chamber doors. He turned into one of the halls ways and went down the stairs passing by pictures of old emperors from distant lands. A relic of his traveling days. His black silk robe edged with gold rippled backwards as [Name] flew. He flew right through a wall and downwards into his lower chambers.

The lower chambers was still a well kept part of the whole castle and the gray stones that lined the walls and floors looked the same as they do in the alchemy lab

The Lich Lord of Chaos

A large castle sits in a mountain towers poke through the top and the castle is carved into the high tops. Dead trees half torn out of the ground litter the area and the undead patrol the grounds. The rattle of skeleton warriors with various equipment on shamble across the dead ground. Faint wisps of dying grass pop through the stoney black ground. Banshees fly across the sky shrieking as the go their long almost transparent cloaks dangle down below them and their hoods cover their terrifying faces.

The Lich Lord Robert a being of dedicated to chaos looks down from what he has created. His magic allows him to take many forms, but the one he favors most is one with a large black robe covering all of his body with a red colour and an amulet with a red gemstone resting on his chest. Skulls and bones are sewn into various part of his chest and sides accent the black robe. His head is a black skull with sightless eyes that could cause shivers down any being. On top of his head rested a patch of red hair that stuck up in a mohawk. His staff contained a tooth gifted to him by Sians, the dragon of chaos, and he clutched the black staff tightly in his right hand.

Robert gazes over his lands thousands and undead creatures move about all waiting for a command from the Lich Lord. It was not time to move his armies to attack no it was time to talk to Sians. Robert turns around and floats inside down the stairs and into his lower chambers where he keeps his element eye. Robert reaches out and beings the code that will allow him to communicate with the dragon. Opening up a stream into chaos and sending a buffer of magic is no easy task. However the Lich Lord had being doing this for a long time and has created a simple spell-class that will allow him to tap into chaos. With the bean on chaos he can place the bean at the beginning of the Time loop and wait for it to grow to the point in which he wants to talk to Sians.

Time is a strange thing there is the time that allows us to manage between the days and how long it takes to get somewhere. Then there is Time which is an entity in reality which can be manipulated. The bean has grown to the Time and Robert beings to send out magic as it follows the path set out by the bean. A voice booms in his head.

“Ahh lich lord, holder of my tooth, created and shaper of the dead. Creature of chaos, being of death and destruction. Do you seek again to take your fill of chaos and drive deeper into your own madness?” Then without another word the Robert is flooded with magic. He beings to fill his

gemstones and his staff. He absorbs the chaos directly into his being, but there is no way to stop the dragon once he has started. He must simply take the pain of being in this state. The lich lord falls to the ground and still the dragon pours his chaos into the creature.

Finally the dragon finds the bean and destroys it. As this is an item of order the dragon will always destroy the bean. Sometimes it takes longer sometimes it is sooner. With the connection destroyed he picks himself up again and floats away from the element eye. Robert moves into his library and beings the spells that will record what he can of the chaos. His magic replenished and his gemstones filled with mana is well suited for his next raid against the wizards and the Wizard Druid Andrew.

The Arch Mage of Photograsping Creates the Wizard Droids.

The Arch Mage of Photograsping worked in his tower on his newest creation. Well it was sorta his creation, as some of it was the work of a wizard who had died and had given him the droids. Long slender beings draped in a faded grey robe with a tall pointed hat and faceless head. Craig Sygamondis a normal looking human, not dressing as most wizards do. Instead he decides to be in a long black jacket and slim pants with high fitting boots.

Beakers bubbles hovering in place over wizard fire as he mixes different elements and chemicals to get the perfect solution that will carry his magic into these droids. A droid is a upright creature with two legs and two arms and no face. Almost human but without magic it will never move. Craig had been working on a way to make the creatures last longer their current time and he has been modeling biped circulatory systems to do it.

At the heart of the creature is element made out of pure gold which is enchanted to rejuvenate the solution that carries the magic through the droids. The droids also carry a gem in their minds that keep them connected to all other droids on the field. The droids can then teleport near each other to close the gap. Well this what the grand wizard has planned out. It is time to test out his newest creation.

Craig looks at the droid and with a nod of his head pours his magic into the heart of the droid, and it being to pump the solution that has filled the veins of the droid. The droid twists its head around as if gazing around the room is which it was born. Craig speaks to the creature “000 what is your name.”

“I am 000 sir.”

“What is your task”

“To preserve my life”

“Whose magic is controlling you?”

000 replies “You magic Sir, and I own my life to you”

000 Beings to test out its magical abilities it turns its palm upwards and summons a small flame and tosses it back and forth between his hand. It moves the flame around its body and then creates a shield of flames. 000 then stops all movement and stands at attention.

Amused with the spark of life in 000 he wonders what the next one will be like. He nods at 001 and gives it the element of ice. 001 stands up and summons ice all over its body then creates a circle of spikes all around its position. 001 then stops all movement and stands at attention. Craig then gives the command for 000 to teleport, and in a poof of smoke 000 has changed position in no time at all.

The Arch Mage of Photograsping is very impressed with his new creations and he has many droids left to test on and perfect the different elements. That can wait he thinks to himself now its time to go enjoy myself in the halls of wizardry. He leaves 000 and 001 standing at attention in his corridors the beakers still bubbling away.

The Bunny King

The Bunny King’s long brown ears trails down to his waist and long dreadlocks that drapes down to his shoulders. With a bow staff out infront of him he begins his daily quest to look for some food. Finding some sweet grass off to the side and some branches and leaves he took them to build them into a small offering to the fairies. He blesses it and the offering turns to smoke and in its place was a meal of carrots and lettuce and a rose to top it off. A smile beams on to his face showing off his human like teeth. Ahh a fantastic meal thank you fairies.

He begins his walk through the forests; its curves and passages. The forest seems to stretch on forever in this land between the great islands. A sound caught by his ears a low grumbling and shuffling across the litter of the ground. A little ball of light racing down the forest looking for him flies close. The little fairy creature races over and stops in front of him. Blinking and buzzing off a series of commands with a little squeal at the end. He knew what this meant a creature from the Lich Lord had come to defile his forest seeking to kill magical creatures and bring the power back to the Lich Lord.

The Bunny King raced off through the forest. Jumping so high and scaling a tree with a matter of well placed leaps. The Bunny King soaring from tree to tree leaping through the leaves and spiraling through the branches. He takes the bow staff off of his bank and brings it out to fall downwards causing him to stop as it hits the branch and then and then slamming the top half of the bow staff to rocket him to the ground. His target right in front of him; a Shambling Horror. He rockets himself forward and goes low with his staff. The Bunny King holds on tight to the bow staff and hits the legs of the Horror. The creature wails its frustration as it struggles to get up. The Bunny King stops himself, and walks on top of the creature. With one powerful motion he drive his staff into the back of the creatures head. It stops all movement and sound and became still. The Bunny King jumps off and the creature began to decay, as the only thing keeping it alive was the magic hidden in its skull.

The Bunny King took out a small rag and wipes the black blood off of his brown staff. Little balls of light began to fly in and bounce around. Blinking on and off again. The began the sing a little hymn “Bounce bounce bounce bouncing the bunny we move as fast as we can yet we can't keep up with The Bunny King man.” The forest is alight with lights of all colours: blue, yellow, green, pink, purple. A tiny bass sound comes from the ground as the earth fairies play and the kicks and claps buzz around his powerful legs, while the delicate notes of a piano play up high. The Bunny King begins to dance jumping around with his ears flopping about as he loses himself.

Alas poor hope of a wonderful morn. The shinning sensation of the sun peaking through the desperate words of a mad man. Made from himself and the dreams of others. Made from what he seeks in other people, the truth, love, compassion, hope, kindness. Grown strong as a tree thosands of years old. Growing strong and true. The compassion of two. Love that has been seen for years but changes from person to person

Boom! passion of passion that wonder lust for the future. So many possibility and yet that is what we all seek the truth of ourselves and what we want others to see. What we want to show ourselves in this reality of only one. This dream that only one exists and that is why i only do what i do for myself i would not want to harm myself and i only want to help myself. So many times asked "do you wish harm on others!" there is no other is there only me and how i view myself in different ways beyond my comprehension.

What happens when I assume to much of myself when i ask for more then I am willing to give? Well i being to fear what has happened and what will be for my future. I begin to question and i wait for the patience on what happens. Something must be observed first that is the may concern with me. The unknowing if something has been observed Since when it has been observed then only it can be effected.

Unless this rainbow process is true that i can effect without been seen or sensed in a typical. This kind of process that goes down to the core of humanity and changes the will of life. Once fragile made strong by myself and that i wish others to view this too but its to beautiful for anything to be really practicable people need to be able to talk about it.

September nonsense.

You see when life comes to us and it gives us a treasure we must look forward and to the past to find where to put this treasure. Just let the treasure go let it fly into a sphere of colour, magic, and prayer. There are many different spheres: mind and body, time and space, nothing and everything, chaos and order, light and dark, male and female plus that one last level.

Its so much more then that its about knowing its about exploring its about understanding what is around you and what you wish to create. The internal mind allows us to create or destroy anything we wish laws are nothing and can be broken with force of will. To create a peaceful internal world one must be willing to destroy the image of the outer world. Believe in the kindness of others, and in yourself.

Be free of negativity do not let the words of others bother you in your goals for knowledge and understanding let the darkness flow all around you. You are not darkness or light you are beyond that but you can use it to advance yourself through times of troubles. Bleed the darkest blood and find in yourself what is the truth for your origin your lives and experiences.

Here is comes that one little line that pours itself into me: we are always moving closer. So sad it is that this is coming to an end I am almost to my goal. Fly upwards rocket into the future look to the past but never stop going forward. Will we ever get to the goal? Would we want to? Some people have reached the goal, and they stay behind to help others.

This life is a roller coaster unless you live for balance. Don't crash there is nothing more then balance between high and low. The average between high and low to lessen your intensity one must grasp the internal world better. With the strength and love of  caring mother or father.

Time doesn't the work the way that you want the world to play. Time is not linear nor is it a circular it is something that humans made up in the external world. It is how we measure a passage of change or a distance. One can see time in the seasons that change and claim that time is ahead. We map the changes in the stars or the planets and derive time. These are all things that our eyes sees but our eyes trick us the light that we see that shows movement is pointed outwards not inwards. The inwards section of our mind is ours it is what connects all humans and perhaps all other living beings. I can see into the eyes of a creature and see life thus life must exist. Eyes can see life, ears hear life, a nose can smell life. The mind is life, and the heart is the base of all emotion. Balance can be found by seeing the world around you and seeing the world inside of you.

When the coming lover find her way into your heart than all the troubles will ceases and love will hold you.

When things seem never to work and never to happen but you just keep going on. Life has a lot of lessons and now all of them are meant for you not all of them need to be done to find balance in life. The kind of balance that shows how the people see and what you find in yourself. It is a state that one can be in, but it can be made easy by understanding love from both external sources and internal sources. Love lets you know your alive!

Just believe in the kindness of other and your negativity will flow out of you. If  people scorn you do not fall to negativity accept what they do fight it if you don't like it and move on.

Stand ye calm and resolute,

Like a forest close and mute,
With folded arms and looks which are
Weapons of unvanquished war.

And if then the tyrants dare,
Let them ride among you there,
Slash, and stab, and maim and hew,
What they like, that let them do.

With folded arms and steady eyes,
And little fear, and less surprise
Look upon them as they slay
Till their rage has died away

Then they will return with shame
To the place from which they came,
And the blood thus shed will speak
In hot blushes on their cheek.

Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number,
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you-
Ye are many — they are few"

-The Mask of Anarchy Percy Bysshe Shelley

Beware the the way of Lion

to slay and to kill the children of old

teeth strong and made from promise

promise of a better world

Nay look to the organic system

the one grown in faith of pure and true

with love now falling when ever due

connection between tyrant and lion

those who rise often forget those who dont

believe. Do not go up or down no find balance!

Love Balance and Kindness there is only three

that you have to choose to be. What is of Balance

is what is on either side of it. This grand rainbow 

we grow where colour jumps in with no logic

where word is placed only where it is seen for one

person. This seed to be planted, and has grown

tested with chaos and fear yet we get no lions

no tyrants and destroyers. We get makers.

Ian Tacular

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desart. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.

 

I met a man who met a traveler from an antique land

he said the grandest of all things this man did see. 

This man who met the man said the greatest of fears

has been relieved. That what he saw was fear but what was

seen was chaos. The man who met the man who met

Ozymandias as only he is known found balance between

the fear and chaos of his shattered country. Between fear and chaos

a statue stood one made of nothing.

The whole rainbow looks like

In the rainbow there is love in the middle which balances itself on the love that is found on either end. Your ability to love yourself and to love your extremes is what leads to true love. You see love makes and breaks; it is always absorbing and always learning. We are one being and our heart pumps blood to our brain and to our toes. Love is everything when anything is nothing. Anything being a state where love could be nothing, everything, love, hate, passion, lust, fear any entity in the universe. If anything is contained to be nothing love is love hate is hate, and anything is nothing it doesn't change.... Love is everything when everything is correct. 

"Ego is but the Lens we experience the World through. Some are clean but most are colored and clouded."
TDK

The rainbow can be seen such as this we walk to the future and what we want yet all paths lead to the same place Awen: The end of all rivers, the sea, the final place, our starting place, it is our home.

The seed of I

The very definition of  I mean I cannot not know all of the non-sense
For what matters perspective when its only shit to trot. Haha yes; I agree good sir while we have fallen to the bottom at least we now walk. Walk away from the shit, the falling, the hoping, the hate and the fear. No cowards can walk.


~:D What does it matter if we fall to hell or walk to heaven. This living point somewhere between the way. Oh the catwalk of a show we call Life. Characters are born into their roles, and die to leave offstage. Up and down back and forth why not just live in the Now!