03-29-2014, 12:00 AM
Yesterday after getting to well-deserved sleep and becoming lucid by looking at hands. I blasted myself out of body and flew out of house into middle of hectic, bustling centropol I met pack of death defiers, when I had really enough of them I flew to the white sands location, where, fortunately met Jjiuan.
He greeted me and asked where I was before. I told that not anywhere worth mentioning and asked him straight away, if there are some earth sorcerers that have gotten totaly past their previous deeds, the black type of death defying the force. He smiled comradely and said me, that there is really very slender number of them and he is one of them, but for so I could meet others than just him or work to become one, I will have to die first, but in warrior manner, because their realm is outside this one, not just this one - tonalic earth of the awaking people, but also the nine other worlds, on which the other kinds of the four-element tribes of sorcerers live and dream and the access to the realm of "white" sorcerers, the place where they reside and together dreams are invisible to anyone who have not yet crossed Tenth, "finishing" gate of Dreaming. He explained me that it is because the way they remain outside the needs from using death-defiying techniques which rule this world.Simply they just does not need or want to, outside theirs - inside the ten other worlds including present earth, he said me that really one of thousands maybe millions is actually able to break the seal of third attention willingly, tastes the freedom and get to their realm.
Most of the sorcerers just move their assemblage point extendively far to the left or right to the edge at death, by training, practising and following the old ways of handling the forces of world wich does not makes them preserved as mainly human beigns, ending up completely transformed far beyond what is human, like Xoxopanxoco and other pre-ancient seers who achieved only to change completely to thin out their luminous balls into lines of indescrabable lenght and not the freedom. The nagualists of freedom led by he himself, then heswiftly stated that it is everyone other's own responsibility to get to the infinity and continued that they instead left the ten worlds of then tonal and nagual by which our realm is weaven and said that there is no other way then tru death physicall and almost non-existening, in any of the times of wheel, invisible chance of actually burning from within while living on earth, he told me that he did it by overwriting his tonal with nagual and overriding his nagual by disconnecting the link to the spirit, so to say shutting it, turning it off.
He said that all sorcererers of his party did it in same way, by remaining through the heart in their dreamings, so the luminous core does not shoot off the luminous cocoon, and does not get lost and dissolved in the dark sea of awareness, but remains intact in place of their choice in which they hooked their attention, which can be anywhere they intended to, because beign the only option to get inside infinity, with organic energy is achieving eminently fire from within, which makes it for the death defiers very unlikely to get hands on the chance to fly on the wings of intent so far that it triggers third attention and vanishes them from the influence of ancients purely. He then shifted his sight aside on the blue endless horizon b and came back to eye contant with me and said "You cannot fall from the path if you forget that you are walking on it." He gave me a moment, interupting his words that put me into silence, crouched and took the white sand into hand, letting it slowly falling from his hand, grain by grain flowing on the slope of dune. Then in an instant a thought, two questions resurfaced in my head and I gave it to him, afraid that if I won't it will be lost forever, as it came to me from bliss of void, silence.
"What is the problem ?"
"Why can't we cross it in terrestrial life and why the ancient ones forbid themselves in lust for power and pride in exchange for destiny of infinity, path to a freedom ?"
He noded like if sagaciously musing and then strictly answered "The gates from this world are guarded, because someone have to keep the world in place so that gates out of this world are accesible only for those seeking freedom and are guarded not just by anyone and even more dangerous is that that they gates into this world are not guarded by anyone and the sorcerers who know this are beyond hunt of power and by spirit made into the guardians, keepers of wisdom, sentinels of magic as they given their life to the cause so metaphorically are hands of freedom and you can recognize them by a key and sword, abstractly, if you will ever have luck to meet any other than just Ysera or me, you will know and recognize."
Then he leaned slightly to me and said quietly "Do not tell this to just anyone. The influence and ears of death defiers are almost everywhere, it is a secret they can't stand to hear, it keeps them away from power, they does not want to honour the spirit and think that nothing can stop them dreaming". I said "Thats awefull, there must be some way around!"
"Yes there is, you should not care of them and theirs protected, well-kept secrets so they stop following you." As we walked on the edge of the dune, a black dried branch of wood laying lonely in the sand made me curious and I stopped walking, he smiled at me and asked if I know what this is doing here on the vastness endless itself! I returned to him in smile and said surely something, it may be the last remnant of lush jungle that was here before thousand of years or. "Not" he interupted me, while taking the branch into hand observing the branch, then shaked his head, pointed on my face with the stick and reproachfuly said "You almost made me to slide away from the subject" while swinging up and down with the stick few centimeters before my face, then he turned away from me and started swinging and beating the air like if he was instead of branch, wielding two-handed sword while telling me.
They have debt at me and I am going to make them pay for what they signed and that I told you it, their most protected secret is their first payment and if they do anything to you because I told you this, its gonna be against what they written in the oldest runes in gold on silver and signed with their hallmarks, the only treaty, that all of them agreed to respect and I hidden it out of where they dare to venture, so not a single of them can find and melt it down, even I myself had to forget it so it may remain secret for infinity." In the moment the last syllable of his voice fallen, he swinged his arm and threw the black stick spinning and flying so fast on to the horizon I did not noticed when or where it fallen, behind what dune if even ever.
He greeted me and asked where I was before. I told that not anywhere worth mentioning and asked him straight away, if there are some earth sorcerers that have gotten totaly past their previous deeds, the black type of death defying the force. He smiled comradely and said me, that there is really very slender number of them and he is one of them, but for so I could meet others than just him or work to become one, I will have to die first, but in warrior manner, because their realm is outside this one, not just this one - tonalic earth of the awaking people, but also the nine other worlds, on which the other kinds of the four-element tribes of sorcerers live and dream and the access to the realm of "white" sorcerers, the place where they reside and together dreams are invisible to anyone who have not yet crossed Tenth, "finishing" gate of Dreaming. He explained me that it is because the way they remain outside the needs from using death-defiying techniques which rule this world.Simply they just does not need or want to, outside theirs - inside the ten other worlds including present earth, he said me that really one of thousands maybe millions is actually able to break the seal of third attention willingly, tastes the freedom and get to their realm.
Most of the sorcerers just move their assemblage point extendively far to the left or right to the edge at death, by training, practising and following the old ways of handling the forces of world wich does not makes them preserved as mainly human beigns, ending up completely transformed far beyond what is human, like Xoxopanxoco and other pre-ancient seers who achieved only to change completely to thin out their luminous balls into lines of indescrabable lenght and not the freedom. The nagualists of freedom led by he himself, then heswiftly stated that it is everyone other's own responsibility to get to the infinity and continued that they instead left the ten worlds of then tonal and nagual by which our realm is weaven and said that there is no other way then tru death physicall and almost non-existening, in any of the times of wheel, invisible chance of actually burning from within while living on earth, he told me that he did it by overwriting his tonal with nagual and overriding his nagual by disconnecting the link to the spirit, so to say shutting it, turning it off.
He said that all sorcererers of his party did it in same way, by remaining through the heart in their dreamings, so the luminous core does not shoot off the luminous cocoon, and does not get lost and dissolved in the dark sea of awareness, but remains intact in place of their choice in which they hooked their attention, which can be anywhere they intended to, because beign the only option to get inside infinity, with organic energy is achieving eminently fire from within, which makes it for the death defiers very unlikely to get hands on the chance to fly on the wings of intent so far that it triggers third attention and vanishes them from the influence of ancients purely. He then shifted his sight aside on the blue endless horizon b and came back to eye contant with me and said "You cannot fall from the path if you forget that you are walking on it." He gave me a moment, interupting his words that put me into silence, crouched and took the white sand into hand, letting it slowly falling from his hand, grain by grain flowing on the slope of dune. Then in an instant a thought, two questions resurfaced in my head and I gave it to him, afraid that if I won't it will be lost forever, as it came to me from bliss of void, silence.
"What is the problem ?"
"Why can't we cross it in terrestrial life and why the ancient ones forbid themselves in lust for power and pride in exchange for destiny of infinity, path to a freedom ?"
He noded like if sagaciously musing and then strictly answered "The gates from this world are guarded, because someone have to keep the world in place so that gates out of this world are accesible only for those seeking freedom and are guarded not just by anyone and even more dangerous is that that they gates into this world are not guarded by anyone and the sorcerers who know this are beyond hunt of power and by spirit made into the guardians, keepers of wisdom, sentinels of magic as they given their life to the cause so metaphorically are hands of freedom and you can recognize them by a key and sword, abstractly, if you will ever have luck to meet any other than just Ysera or me, you will know and recognize."
Then he leaned slightly to me and said quietly "Do not tell this to just anyone. The influence and ears of death defiers are almost everywhere, it is a secret they can't stand to hear, it keeps them away from power, they does not want to honour the spirit and think that nothing can stop them dreaming". I said "Thats awefull, there must be some way around!"
"Yes there is, you should not care of them and theirs protected, well-kept secrets so they stop following you." As we walked on the edge of the dune, a black dried branch of wood laying lonely in the sand made me curious and I stopped walking, he smiled at me and asked if I know what this is doing here on the vastness endless itself! I returned to him in smile and said surely something, it may be the last remnant of lush jungle that was here before thousand of years or. "Not" he interupted me, while taking the branch into hand observing the branch, then shaked his head, pointed on my face with the stick and reproachfuly said "You almost made me to slide away from the subject" while swinging up and down with the stick few centimeters before my face, then he turned away from me and started swinging and beating the air like if he was instead of branch, wielding two-handed sword while telling me.
They have debt at me and I am going to make them pay for what they signed and that I told you it, their most protected secret is their first payment and if they do anything to you because I told you this, its gonna be against what they written in the oldest runes in gold on silver and signed with their hallmarks, the only treaty, that all of them agreed to respect and I hidden it out of where they dare to venture, so not a single of them can find and melt it down, even I myself had to forget it so it may remain secret for infinity." In the moment the last syllable of his voice fallen, he swinged his arm and threw the black stick spinning and flying so fast on to the horizon I did not noticed when or where it fallen, behind what dune if even ever.