“I had not known they were protecting me.”
Category: Elden Ways
(Whisper And The Wind – Bodie)
The Pure Ones
Ancients so old, they became a part of Time’s fabric – yet could still be reached by those who had worked hard, then broken, then worked hard again for the truth despite society’s unrelenting resistance.
Traumatic Violence
A human Elden noted the other day – which I myself have observed aplenty – that my life patterns keep getting conscripted into this negative cycle of human experience.
I would like to step off from and leave this track behind me.
May it decay into inert elements, reclaimed by the Earth’s natural environment, where things such as iron in rust can serve better as soil nutrients.
Self Blame To Fame
She had wondered why therapies had never gotten to the source of her torment – why they never did more than to simply illuminate truths she had already known, and yet her suffering was still ever present.
There is often an automatic default misperception in “victims” that somehow they may have caused abuse inflicted upon them – as if they’d had a choice somehow and by being present in that moment of the event(s) had given their consent.
Yet, why could she never absolve herself of this in some form of self forgiveness?
Wherin anchored her imbedded, ruthlessly gripping sense of irrefutable accountability?
Was it because she had chosen to come to this plane, and as horrors inflicted upon her she could hear Elden voices abrading and laughing – because she had, indeed, chosen to be here in this time?
But she had never claimed that Mankind could not be worse than the most vicious of maddened animals.
She had claimed that Good could, would, and wanted to emerge in this species despite pressures – not realizing that she, herself, must apparently become the example!
Word Of The Day: Rish
Brave & dominant ruler, Sage, Saint, One who meditates on Lord’s Name, Seeker of enlightment.
The Queen’s Gambit
The Eliterish had ridiculed her faith in humanity and disparaged her learned assertions to where the only way that she could prove clemency needed on Man’s behalf was to cast off her powers and become one of his children.
But in becoming human, her Elden memories became suppressed, and what accompanied her in youth’s vulnerability were nightmares of humanity’s attrocious deeds imbedded in the genetic code of her now transformed DNA, whispering and weeping to her subconscious at night when she fitfully tried to sleep.
And Man’s twisted, tormented half-lifers were drawn to her – darkness exposed that attacked her innocence and tried to pass on its infection, so that as she grew, she suffered from confusion’s misdirection while struggling to regain access to Truth’s enduring instinct.
Sage human Ascensionists saw her light and attempted to conscript by pursuasions, but she veered away from their illuminations seeking to harness and repurpose her intentions.
She knew she was not one of them, for though she could speak their language fluently, they could not return in kind.
She was here for a specific mission and could not risk misguided temptations.
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