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HUGE relevatory idea in therapy today, here are notes we took directly after therapy:


alters that manifest OUTSIDE OF THE BODY???????
"floating voices"

★ being alters, they would have specific roles/ reasons as to why they are outside!
possible reasons the therapist said:
- to give them a sense of hope? (positive) because inside is too tumultuous, "its okay out here, not everything is bad"
- deflect symptoms so people don’t go digging into d.i.d.?
possible reasons i am thinking of:
- as introjects as outside people that we previously were totally unable to comprehend as NOT being outside still
- as holders of hugely negative programming that we could not internalize or accept as "part of our psyche"
- to play an expected religious role, basically "demons" or "temptors" or "guides" or "angels," etc.
- to exist as an identity even more separate from the self than a normal alter, for whatever purpose


remember THAT'S HOW THE ARCHIVISTS SHOWED UP ORIGINALLY???
and if you haven't forgotten,
the "floating voices" HAVE WRITTEN IN ENTRIES. (THEY'RE THE NASTY ONES)
so yeah they are ALL probably alters.

RAZWELL FITS THIS BILL.
he's technically an outspacer splinter (no idea how that happened) but he resides in that weird floating space that USED to be tied to old whitespace i think??? when jewel was the main. floating area, can't find it in headspace.
but all the floating voices that have any sort of visage show up in those same areas (different rooms sometimes, but all tangibly the same level, feels "flat")
there are STILL a few people I'M AWARE OF that introduce themselves as "guides" or something similar, but who have a very disturbing "edge" to them like the bad Chaoses get. the "evil eye glare" feeling. it's not compassionate.
There's a guy in a suit? he's the main one. I thought he was garrison but he's not; gary is soft and concerned, this suit guy is very precise, ordering.
he always sits in this business room, big table, empty gray plastic chairs around it? i get the impression he works with at least three other people, but i never see them?
i think hyakinth was there originally, to an extent? maybe temporarily. he seems to like level-hopping. he originally worked with the undergrounders remember, then moved to midspace. which is bizarre. he feels way too free in headspace in any case, like he has no roots.
sometimes he still seems to be in those floaty business rooms but then the question is, "is it him or are they using his likeness," it doesn't feel like him. i can't tell yet, i don't know him well enough admittedly. but i'm sure if i was able to look at him it wouldn't be him either.
that's the thing, you CAN'T LOOK AT floating voices, they totally evade vision. they HIDE on purpose. which is unsettling.

It's upsetting because it's hard to "draw a line" between this sort of thing and channeling/ schizophrenia/ etc.
(i found an article about schizophrenia & religion again today, i need to read it)

REMEMBER WE USED TO "CHANNEL" PEOPLE???
is that religious or psychological???
- the angel from JTHM
- the "guru" guy in the car once
- THE GMQ TRIO COUNTS!!!!!!!
- SOME OUTSPACERS WITH NO JEWEL-LINKS (mostly Nier)
- LEAGUEWORLD PEOPLE!!! (remember vez!!!!!)

btw we would also TALK TO PEOPLE inside, who WEREN'T part of our system, like the OUTSPACERS.
(davy, grievous, ringo, bogardus, and dagger all come to mind)
it's been like that SINCE THE EARLY DAYS (<2003+)


this is where "imagination" and "dissociation" blur because yeah, you can easily 'guess' how someone will act, but it FEELS like guessing. it FEELS like construction.
it does NOT guarantee that they will act like that (and if they know you're guess-projecting they WILL call you out on "trying to control them")
when someone gets inside and anchors, they suddenly start acting ON THEIR OWN, suddenly you KNOW if they're "in character" or not because their identity is SOLID and TANGIBLE and CLOSE TO YOURS.
this can get "creepy" because now they're THEIR OWN PERSON but with a DIFFERENT ORIGIN PAST and the responsibility of having them around is overwhelming. THIS IS WHY OUTSPACERS NEED TO ABANDON CANON; WE CANNOT COPE WITH ALL THAT EXTRA DATA.

THAT MAY BE THE KEY DIFFERENCE BETWEEN HEADSPACE AND THE LEAGUEWORLDS,
especially as far as vibes go.

★ league people are solid, we know if it's "them" or not, but they do NOT feel tangible. they are NOT able to be interacted with UNLESS THEY WALK INTO CENTRAL, and even then that requires a DREAM SELF SPLIT, remember???
★ headspace people are solid AND tangible, and they CANNOT BE "IMAGINED." they will call you out on it. you can try to imagine but really you're creating a situation, and if they choose to interact then congratulations, THAT'S REAL NOW.
that doesn't happen in leaguespace; it's more mutable and you CAN wipe a history and start over WITHOUT completely annihilating solidity. it's why reset attempts don't work in headspace, but you can easily "start a series over" in a "different timeline" of sorts (like we're doing with Parnassus) without damaging anyone.
it's a dreamspace difference I think. black-based.
however i think ONLY JEWEL AS THE AUTHORITY TO DO THAT ANYWAY as far as i know??

but yeah HOW CAN YOU TELL HOW MUCH OF THIS IS LEGIT/ RELIGIOUS/ PSYCHOLOGICAL/ ETC.?
"everything you can imagine is real."
does that explain everything?
is that just something we must humbly keep in mind? it's a big responsibility, a big warning, a huge source of hope.

★ on that note, the realization that THE OUTSPACERS ARE PROBABLY ALL INTROJECTS.
this means that they ARE alters but they manifest as "third person" people for a REASON.
that reason would be, most obviously, "in order to love them as their own people."

That realization is oddly comforting. It's oddly reassuring. Oddly sweet.

it explains the fracturing, too.

we've looked at them all as "people outside of us, people totally separate from us" since the very beginning, and that's made us feel VERY helpless and confused when they start acting weird, or "splintering," or getting daemons, or anything like that.
we view them as literal visitors, strangers, etc. when the truth is THEY'RE LIKELY PART OF OUR SOUL TOO.



WITH THAT IN MIND LET'S TALK ABOUT PEOPLE.
only some outspacers have enough of a "resonance" to enter our system, THAT SAYS A LOT ON ITS OWN.

"THIRD PERSON" ALTERS FIT INTO THE FOLLOWING DISTINCT CATEGORIES (tentatively)…

1. "Floating voices" (NO NAME, NO FACE, OUTSIDE)
  • MOSTLY ABUSIVE.
  • these people have possibly written in the journals (extremely negative ones)
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2. "Guides" (NO NAME, A FACE, OUTSIDE)
  • NEUTRAL? can be passively abusive?? e.g. "don’t do this or else you'll regret it" in small situations, but saying nothing when actual danger looms
  • these people have NEVER written in the journals and likely CANNOT.
  •  

3. "Outspacers" (A NAME, A FACE, INSIDE, INTROJECTED)
  • MUST BE POSITIVE TO ENTER THE SYSTEM, BUT THEY CAN FRACTURE OR BE CORRUPTED.
  • they have not written in the journals but they CAN talk in xanga sessions!!!!!!!


SPECTRUM Outspacers include Rio, Markus, Cel, CZ, and Genesis.
They are PERMANENT Spectrum residents with NEW SPECTRUM IDENTITIES.
They mostly reside in headspace, BUT can traverse heartspace freely WITH JEWEL'S ASSISTANCE.
They do not require Jewel's Links to interact with in headspace.
HEARTSPACE Outspacers include Davy, Grievous, and Ringo.
They are NOT part of the Spectrum but they are IN THE PROCESS OF SHIFTING INTO IT.
They can be visited via heartspace. They do NOT reside in headspace.
They can ONLY be spoken to via JEWEL'S LINKS.
(These Outspacers CAN become Spectrumized with enough exposure to Jewel's influence (a "door will open"))
VISITING Outspacers include Nightcrawler, Soryuu, Barry, Rorschach, Bogardus, Johnny, Dagger, etc.
They are NOT part of the Spectrum.
They mostly CANNOT be interacted with in heartspace OR headspace due to insufficient Links.
They can only be spoken to via JEWEL'S LINKS and even then she finds it highly difficult.
(These Outspacers CAN enter heartspace/dreamspace if they gain stronger Links.)
(CANNON tried to form Links with a lot of these people but SHE COULDN'T. They're only listed here as she
tried.)

4. "Channeled Outspacers" (A NAME, A FACE, OUTSIDE, INTROJECTED)
  • VERY unique as they are NOT ALTERS, but they can ONLY SHOW UP VIA FRONTING!!!!!!
  • MUST BE POSITIVE TO "ENTER THE SYSTEM," BUT THEY CAN BE HACKED!!!!
  • ^ THIS IS A HUGE PROBLEM!!!!! since they DON'T have internal roots, hackers like to target THEM as they have NO IDEA WHAT'S GOING ON and they CAN'T FIGHT BACK. however this is not without consequence; those Leaguespacers who CAN visit headspace GET TRAUMA RESIDUE once they do so (as they're re-entering that context). we HAVE had some more lucid people visit us SPECIFICALLY to tell hackers to leave them the hell alone.
  • they cannot write in journals as far as I'm aware?? too much identity dissonance with native timelines. (WORLD-JUMPERS AND LEAGUELINKS ARE EXCEPTIONS, as their identities already include a tie to multiple different timelines by nature.)

★ THESE OUTSPACERS DON'T HAVE SYSTEM ROOTS!!
THEY STILL SPEAK/ACT AS IF THEY ARE IN THE CANON AND THIS CAN BE BAFFLING
★★★CHANNELED OUTSPACERS CAN BE LEAGUEWORLD PEOPLE AND FREQUENTLY ARE!!!



that's all i have for now.
it's just VERY important as it sheds a LOT of light on a LOT of things but it also has caused a LOT of confusion.
again, we take everything the mental health system says with a huge hexagon of salt because they typically don't consider psychospiritual experiences to be legit in that context. they think everything can be explained away as chemicals and coping mechanisms when sometimes it REALLY IS SOMETHING WEIRD GOING ON OUTSIDE.

that's where we're at now, the same place we were at when this all started with julie.
"if it's 'all in my head' does that make it totally unreal?"
to which i personally say,
NO.
if it has an effect on you, if it has a TANGIBLE consequence on you, good or bad, then it IS REAL.
and that realization, that responsibility, is TERRIFYING for the most part.
which is partly why we dissociate so much.
even with the good outspacers, our knee-jerk reaction is "if we know them and they know us, then we MUST sacrifice everything and serve them totally" which is SHIT but that's how we view friendships/relationships when they're NOT in third person, go figure.
which is why the hack situation is so complex. the third-person people get hacked a lot because they exist to offer themselves up without resistance or identity, therefore they don't do anything because they don't percieve anything as happening TO them.
it's complex, we have another entry being written about that but it's heavy heavy weird taboo topic stuff again, so i'm always hesitant about posting it.

nevertheless we'll revisit this topic in the future.

again, EVERYTHING IN THIS ENTRY CONCERNING OUTSPACERS/ OUTSIDE ALTERS IS CURRENTLY TENTATIVE AS THIS IS TOTALLY NEW INFORMATION.
headspace shifts constantly by its very nature anyway, and as new knowledge is gained, so. this data may change too, as we learn more.

 
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ROUGH LIST OF THE OUTSPACERS WE KNOW OF AS OF TODAY=

(in rough chronological order)

 

  1. Mewtwo???
    2000
    LEAGUE ANCHOR????
    we CAN do a Mewtwo overlay, it's very solid, but it feels like MAITRU which is BIZARRE

  2. Celebi
    2001
    ANCHORED as many different people (this is a problem)
    ALSO FUNCTIONED AS A CORE ALTER AT ONE POINT!!!!!!!

  3. Nightcrawler
    2001?
    UNANCHORED

  4. Ryou Bakura
    2002
    ANCHORED as Rio Saikaras

  5. Marik Ishtar
    2003
    ANCHORED as Markus Barashir

  6. Skittygirl??????
    2003
    LEAGUE ANCHOR as ???

  7. Chaos Zero
    2004
    ANCHORED as many different people?? (this is a problem)

  8. Ringo Akai
    2004?
    UNANCHORED

  9. Genesis (Selph)
    2005
    ANCHORED as himself

  10. General Grievous
    2005

  11. Davy Jones
    2006

  12. Barry #66
    2006?

  13. Razlo
    2006?
    ANCHORED as RAZWELL!!! (you can't deny it)

  14. Midvalley Hornfreak
    2006
    UNANCHORED. Never really had any roots.

  15. Soryuu Kaminogi
    2007
    UNANCHORED

  16. Kain
    2007
    UNANCHORED

  17. Johnny C.
    2008
    UNANCHORED

  18. Hellboy
    2008
    UNANCHORED. Never really had any roots.

  19. Bogardus
    2009
    UNANCHORED

  20. Reverend Mofo
    2009
    UNANCHORED

  21. Mr. Bluesky
    2009
    UNANCHORED

  22. Rorschach
    2009
    UNANCHORED

  23. Dirk Strider/ Bro





SPECTRUM OUTSPACERS=
Celebi
Ryou
Marik
Chaos
Selph

HEARTSPACE OUTSPACERS=
Ringo
Grievous
Davy

VISITING OUTSPACERS=
Nightcrawler
Barry
Razlo
Soryuu
Johnny
Mofo
Rorschach
Bogardus
Dirk

CHANNELED OUTSPACERS=
Mewtwo
Nier

NON-INTERNALIZED OUTSPACERS=
Skittygirl
Kain
Hellboy
Bluesky 


prismaticbleed: (shatter)


...

...Houston, we have a problem.

The death drive is back. It's loud. It's scary.
I've had this ravenous metaphysical hunger for over a week now, day and night, agonizing and unrelenting. It's driving me out of my mind in a more literal sense than I like to acknowledge.
Paradoxically, I've also been starving myself. It's obvious, as I keep losing weight and I'm shivering nonstop in 90°F weather. But then my body freaks out because it has no energy and then one evening I end up eating so much I'm sick for two days. Rinse and repeat. I'm tired of always feeling like I have to vomit.
I feel like tearing my stomach out most days now. I have no want or need of food. But I'm so hungry.

There was one single moment when it disappeared, when I felt more complete and real than I have in months, but... I can't talk about that now. Not now, not in this state.
This must have been how Perfect Chaos felt. I'd consume the world just to abate this raging voracity, but I know that wouldn't help. It's not like that. How cruel.
My energy is still flowing the wrong way.

I feel so empty and cold.
I keep throwing her out. I can't seem to overcome this senseless loathing she brings out in me.
Why? Is that what they were trying to warn me about?

I'm hearing voices now. I can't tell if they're helpful or not.
Sometimes they guide me, quiet and caring. Sometimes they berate me, furious and insulting.
It's frightening to have them always talking. I miss the peace and quiet. I miss Laurie, God do I miss her.
Who are they? Why are they here? What do I do about this?

My life is finally unpaused, and in that instant it snapped forwards with the force of armageddon.
I don't know what's going on. I don't know if this is the 'right' decision.
All I know is that I don't want what I think I'm walking into. But I can't keep waiting around.
I'm still bleeding, somehow, despite the sparkles. The duality has deepened, before it can heal.

I'm rifling through knife drawers again, but disinterestedly, which is more unsettling than the maniacal desperation of the past.
Now I feel like the last man on earth, trusting so much in the possibility of a distant love-redeemed life that I'm willing to...
You have no idea how badly I want to wake up on the other side and just stay there.
I've been sleeping a lot lately. It's all I want to do.
That, or die.
Same thing really.
But I knew I was in trouble when I started wishing for a way out.


I'm not Johnny anymore. I'm not Estar anymore.
I want OUT of this.
I clearly remember when I used to feel like this and I NEVER want to go back to that.
I am so tired of the blood and pain already. Please. Make it stop.

And yet my fear of death has returned because I don't want to have to go through this all over again.
No, I don't want 'death.'
I want to go beyond.

I'm being patient but I'm getting desperate.
I hope that I'm making the right decision here.

Six more months... I'm sorry for rambling.
God give me strength.



prismaticbleed: (soniccity)


"Why do you still fear thunderstorms?" they asked.
Because I fear that they will destroy me somehow, I admitted. As a child I feared that they would raze my home to the ground, leave me without family or shelter. That fear still lingered now.
"What good will fear do about that?"
Nothing, I realized. The fear would only lower my vibration. It wouldn't change anything, it would only deny the present reality. I needed to accept the thunderstorm, then take action to protect myself against it. No fear!
"Protect what, though?"
Protect my life... but the other unconscious thoughts were there too. 'Protect my belongings' still hovered there, something ultimately unnecessary.
"To truly prepare for catastrophe, you only need to let go."
Let go... and ride the waves. Dancing through the waves of life, remember?

"If anything, you should rejoice in this thunderstorm," they said to me.
"Didn't these storm clouds swirl about him in the past? Doesn't this lightning flash within her?"
I looked up at the sky, my eyes and heart both open.

The light and the dark alike are both parts of the dance.
Stop judging. Stop labeling, stop trying to be 'right.'
That thunderstorm? It simply is. It isn't 'good' or 'bad.' It is part of the dance, and in it you can see the reflections of both sides.
The lightning, the brazen electricity, to burn away the old to leave room for the new... to illuminate dark places even if the light seems harsh. A mysterious ionizing bolt, uniquely harnessed in our everyday lives, quieted but always potent. See how it lights up the sky, a flash of violet strength!
And then the rain, torrential, but life-giving all the same. Water, pure and cold in the scorching heat, brought to us in the guise of dark and dismal skies. Too much, and the floods come, great liquid fires at our feet. Yet even when it pours, I run out to stand in it, braving the winds and jagged streaks above, if only to feel it sting my skin for a moment.
And are not the winds holy too? As everything is... how I feared the wind as a child. How it whipped the trees about, how it beat against the walls of my home. But it, too, was simply being. It was not malicious at all, even when it knocked over power lines. That same wind was a necessary force of life.

But what did I fear? Death?
No... something even simpler. I still feared destruction.
How ironic.

"Do you not love him?"
they asked.

I do.
But maybe I didn't love him as truly as I could, I wondered, as I watched the skies churn above my head.
Hadn't we discussed this countless times? Didn't I secretly adore that fact, that truth about him?
The 'god of destruction,' a force of unavoidable change, the dark and formidable part of the vital dance?
Yet he held so much light, so much of the other side. And so it was even in me, in everything. Harmony, balance, equilibrium... unity.

"You must accept these same forces within you... you must accept and love this within yourself, in order to accept and love it without: in him, in this, in all of life. Then you will no longer fear the storms."

Do not avoid it, accept it. Don't judge it, don't label it as this or that.
Running, escaping, denying, all complicate and worsen the situation. Fear is not the answer. Only love is.
Face these situations with the 'mindset of a Master'... peaceful, courageous, undisturbed.
Be grateful for the knowledge you have, for the awareness you have reached, but never forget that there is no end. There is no final step, no 'prize' to be won, no reason to boast or compare or compete.
Keep moving forward, in the innocent but wise trust of your heart.
This is not about 'feeling good,' and you know it. This is about keeping your mind clear and your heart tranquil, even in the midst of chaos.
No capitalization there, but if there was, the meaning would be even more clear, don't you think?..

At times like this, I'm completely humbled and astounded by just how much guidance I've received, and continue to receive.

I think further words will only be superfluous.
I learned so much today, as always, and tomorrow I will continue to learn, if only I keep my heart and mind open.

Things may become difficult, but don't lose faith. Stand strong, even against the rain and wind and lightning, if that is indeed where you must stand.
Don't ever forget what lives and breathes beyond and within all of it, that eternal force that forms all things, yin and yang, dark and light.
It is that One Heart, the undying love of the universe, that you must never forget.

You have been given a responsibility. No one else will do this for you. They can give advice, but this is your journey, your test.
Remember that you need to 'clean out the junk' before you can take another step sometimes.
(Thank Laurie for that, too... her tough love helped save you from so much heartache now. And so it continues, with many others as well!)
This is a great time to be alive, even if it seems overwhelming. It is an honor. Be grateful for this opportunity.
Open up. Have faith, be compassionate, and don't be afraid.




 

 

 

050812

May. 8th, 2012 09:12 pm
prismaticbleed: (aflame)


Today was very eventful.

I went to school only to 'take' my art final, which I aced, and afterwards when I told my professor how thankful I was for his teaching (I've learned more from him in 5 months than I did in 2 years at my previous college), he actually gave me a hug. So that was awesome.
When I got home things are a bit blurry because apparently a certain someone was trying to get in contact with me. It's been raining for the past two days, which is the perfect weather 'birthday present' because one: rain immediately makes me think of Chaos so I've been in a bit of a love daze for 48 hours, and two: it's spring, so the forests here are this heavenly green and when they get soaked and foggy it's beautiful. But apparently that compassion boost plus the fact that I cannot stay inside during this weather got someone's attention, and, uh... I didn't realize it? I was really confused and actually kind of distraught for three hours because I could not place where these 'feelings' were coming from, let alone whether they were good or bad. However I guess I threw caution to the wind and followed them anyway, being as careful as I could (blurry head + emotions I can't place = usually disaster). And it actually turned out well? It surprised me a lot, but... let's just say that my caliginous quadrant is finally empty (and as flipped as it can possibly be with CZ already holding my ace of hearts). I'm just rather overwhelmed, because yes I love being polyamorous but I can't handle all these people at once guys. I need to discuss this with the system soon, because my 'push everything away and run' instinct is getting antsy again, and I do NOT want another repeat of January 17th or April 15th, ever. Today almost was. The fact that I somehow missed that dark road entirely... it's intriguing, and I need to 'think' about it tomorrow (I'm exhausted right now).

So yes. After that whole situation cleared up, around 4:30, my mum comes home and decides hey it's movie time. So we all went out to see the Avengers film. Well... I haven't been to a movie in almost a year, and a lot has happened since then! So the experience was quite different. I realized a few things: 1) The sub-sonic 'rumbles' they play when a large airship flies over/ the ground is collapsing/ etc. are absolutely delicious and I would pay the 8 dollars just to listen to them for an hour, 2) I apparently don't pay attention to movies. My mind 'wanders' because there's so much going on and I'm trying to process details/ empathize or visualize. So movies are actually good 'presence practice' for me, to force myself to stay attentive for two hours. 3) I'm finally understanding faces? Maybe? All I know is that through half the movie, I didn't hear what people were saying because I was too enthralled with the shape of their eyes, or the lines of their mouths or something. And it was kind of distracting because I was trying to read their emotions through their faces, instead of hearing their words. Speaking of: 4) Robert Downey Jr. has such lovely eyes. He can pull off this super candid/ open look even if he's playing a total narcissist; it makes him seem like a mischievous kid in a candy store, oddly innocent even as he pockets all the chocolates. Part of the charm is actually the lines under his eyes, how they affect the shape? It's like a 'swoop down' or something. That paired with his somewhat tight-lipped look (aka THIS) is just perfect; seriously Rob is Person Number One I want to have an hour-long staring contest with. And he is ALWAYS in the present moment somehow, in the movie. He just jumps from thing to thing, joking about it all even if he 'shouldn't be,' not always thinking about consequences or what's next. And I love that really. Also in the film he is wearing my exact hairstyle which cracks me up. Anyway wow that's enough ranting about Rob, sorry dude! 5) It struck me as shocking how much 'violence' was in the film, all of a sudden. How many of our movies and games are like that? All war and death and frenetic fighting? When Black Widow said "love is for children" I actually flinched on the inside; I thought of Laurie with blood on her hands and a steel-cut face, Laurie with her walls and scars and axes, Laurie with her magnet-deep love in spite of all that. Why is love hidden, lied about, subdued? Why is it treated as a weakness when it's more powerful than any fist or weapon? And in a flash I was almost hilariously grateful for shows like My Little Pony being popular now, all sparkling with friendship and joy; I mean really, we need a break from all the bloodshed and shouting. Why is there so much of that? Why do we focus on and perpetuate it? 6) In movies, the aliens, the aliens are almost always malevolent and warring things! And when I grew up I saw aliens as protectors, as friends, as family. I still do. Then I see the movies where they're all malevolent and barbarically voiceless and often made to look almost 'misshapen' in their inhuman biology, and I find myself unable to pay attention to the film again because I think they're gorgeous, why do I always see the monsters and aliens and demons as beautiful things, deep beneath the angry power-hungry egos they always seem to boast in our media? I always find myself wondering 'gee, what if those scary spaceships were the good guys? What if those hulking beasts were the heroes, the lovers, the savior figures?' Why not? In my world, in the world I've lived in since my childhood, they always were... and I feel like laughing and crying because I want people to see that in everything too, but I've had my viewpoint rejected so many times. I won't give up, no, but when I see someone actively choose hate and prejudice over love and unity, it actually hurts. 7) I still can't decide if I need to watch more or less films. Hm.
Anyway. After the movie my bro and I ran to the DDR machine (an ancient tradition), then we headed home and here I am typing! I am ridiculously tired though so let me wrap this up and get some sleep because my schedule tomorrow is already packed.

That event this afternoon, the one triggered by the water-kissed trees, was so odd for me. I understand it though, I understand it all.
I faked it all, babe. I'm sorry. I just can't do that, even if I tried. But I still love you. That I know, now, in the green glow of the rain.
I understand the lesson in this now... after five months of specific emotional agony, I finally get it. I was being such a hypocrite, so fearful and offended by my own projections, that I was refusing to see love again! There it was, so obvious, and I outright rejected it because of what I thought was happening; always jumping to worst-case-scenario conclusions, always inflicting motives where they didn't exist, always being terrified of nonexistent threats. Well not anymore. Not after today. I get it now.
"I'm worth less than him, to you," she said, tears in her blue eyes. Because I wouldn't, I couldn't love him in the only way she could love me, so honestly and desperately, never an ounce of malice in it. And when I understood it, how it broke my heart! How I had pushed you away, how I had hurt you and used you, how I had hated you for something you'd never done!!
Even now I'm still hesitant. I think about how you smile at me, and how you asked to see me tonight, and part of me shrinks back. Part of me doesn't want to get involved. Part of me isn't tamed yet, little princess, tiny flower. But you keep coming back, still hoping, and you're a little abashing in your ardor (why is that? maybe that's a puzzle piece I missed), but I understand now. I really can't help it, when I understand what it is you're truly feeling. How could I ever hold that against you? The very thought is ridiculous; it's impossible. That was my lesson... to truly understood how it felt from the other side, from the receiving end of all my unrequited love. The question was asked: what if you had the chance to express it, finally? How would they feel? This was a possibility. Now I understand. Now I am wiser, now my love is a little brighter. Thanks to you... I never would have expected that!

The veil is collapsing. Truths are being revealed, illusions are being swept away. If you cling, if you reject and resist, it will hurt.
Things are changing so fast, it's like a roller coaster. Stop freaking out, it's just a ride! Roll with the curves and loops and enjoy them.
It's a nice feeling, not holding on with white-knuckled anxiety anymore. I'm learning to trust, to let go, to take leaps of faith. It's not falling, it's flying.
Let me talk about that a little bit... my guides talk to me constantly now. Their communication is markedly different from the headspace style: it's imageless and almost soundless, so there is a danger of me 'overlooking' or doubting it, as it can be drowned out by the lingering ego mumblings. I've learned to tune those out, but I went too far. I started doubting and/or ignoring everything I heard upstairs, for a long time, and I'm still recovering. Learning to discern between paranoid shadow gasps and urgent warnings or directions is still my main lesson. Learning to acknowledge the voices as actual dialogue and not static is still a big challenge, what with the uncertainty of adulthood still tainting my desperate need to believe. Let it go, dude! So I'm learning to trust more. Which is good... I've had this lesson specifically tossed at me over the past two months or so, and the times I flat-out rejected or ignored the promptings had seriously unpleasant consequences, to say the least. Over and over again. I always ended up crying, asking myself, "why didn't I listen to you? Why didn't I believe you?" And the truth is, I was afraid... afraid of 'getting it wrong.' Afraid that, if I did listen, I would be listening to the wrong directions... afraid that, by listening, I invalidated my own power and authority to choose in life. But that wasn't true, and I hear them saying it now! No, my free will is never compromised. Ever. All I'm getting is guidance-- darn good guidance, at that-- it's up to me whether or not I want to follow it, and since I do, it's also up to me to listen more carefully.

I love this burst of honesty, this sudden upsurge in truth. Laurie's probably having a field day.
I miss talking to her so much. I'm blissfully glad the semester is over for that reason alone! Thursday, we talk. It's been way too long.
I miss Chaos too, especially with all this rain. I miss him in that deep way again, the really crazy way, the part-of-me-is-missing way. What makes this so strong now is that I can see him even more clearly, again. It's incredible, how it never seems to end. I was talking to him last night, half asleep, and that old feeling came back, that old beautiful headspace feeling I haven't recognized in months... the one where I just know, I know where I am. I forget what we were discussing, but he started reminding me about old truths, about how dark and light from the past all intertwine to the present. Beauty and horror, beauty and horror... but beauty united with horror, remember? You and I... that one ruby-studded night, all over again, everywhere.
And I looked at him then, seeing every little detail, without seeing anything, and for a moment it was more than I could take. I almost cried, my mind started to blink off from taking in too much at once... but you, you and those eyes of yours, the moonlight lighting you up, were unforgettable. Even now, the thought of you makes me smile like a little kid, nervous but excited with my heart singing. Even now, after nine years, after seeing you countless times, you're still the most beautiful thing in the world.
Everything is new, every moment, I would say, my eyes shining.
That is what I missed, more than anything, during this semester... it's actually funny, to realize that it was never gone.


Tomorrow is another step.
I must remember: every step taken is just as wonderful as all the steps to come.

"Nothing ever ends, Adrian... nothing ever ends."
I feel like I've got stars in my eyes... I'll see you soon.



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Mar. 14th, 2012 08:49 pm
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I'm just dropping by to say a few things:

1. The past few weeks have been a whirlwind of activity downstairs. I'm going through a lot of psychological/ emotional/ etc. purging and healing so it's very draining. That is the very, very short version, haha. Really it's been staggering.
2. I haven't been 'home' in a long time. The most I talk to my upstairs group is right before I fall asleep, just to say goodnight, and that isn't enough. Xenophon's birthday was yesterday so I spent the day with her (and it was beautiful) but that's the most I've seen of anyone since February. That hurts, and it's also unsettling, because I know I need them in my life even with this personal focus, maybe even more than ever. Most notably, Chaos Zero is still this incredible point of light and love and not being around him feels like there's a hole in my heart, like there's a piece missing in the puzzle and I can't tell what the full picture is without it. Ryman and Markus are also still trying to stick around but ironically I haven't been around to see them. This weekend, when I can stop worrying about school for three days, I'm going to spend almost all my time at home. I need to.
3. I'm under a ton of stress from school and from dealing with this shift (I'm trying to stay centered but these are rough waters), and I unfortunately had a bit of a meltdown today (no hacks though! we haven't had any since january i think) that was bad enough to get Spine, Laurie, and my boss upstairs desperately trying to talk sense into me (and slap me around a bit, in Laurie's case). My "floating voice" guides-- good ones for a change, who I hear when I'm not tuned in to headspace, and only then-- were trying to help me out as usual but I was too disconnected and distraught to listen, which was my fault here. I suppose I should have expected this sort of situation to be dug up and dealt with soon, and here it is at last. Now I need to make sure I remember this lesson. I feel like Finnegan Firewing here, and some part of me still hasn't let go of the old addiction to the pain I get from my battle scars. I know, without a doubt, that is my next lesson to learn. I am being a fool. I need to let go before I can fly freely.
4. Laurie has told me that we're hosting a Xanga whenever possible (my schedule is packed until next week), to talk about whatever comes up. As I said, I've been away from home and that is only causing more trouble.
5. Be not afraid, I keep hearing that. Don't be scared. Everything will work out for all good. But fear keeps sneaking up behind me, just like he does in Dream World, and that's another reason why I NEED-- not want, but absolutely need-- to write that story ASAP. Every lesson I find is reflected there. Don't be afraid. Love has finally manifested in this world, and it is time for the times to change, but there's still a little more preparation to be done... still, no matter how dark it may seem to get, no matter how lost you may feel, love is here. Love is alive, and love conquers all. The Light will shine forever.


I am so tired, I need to sleep, but this speech isn't anywhere near done and I have to present it tomorrow... I don't want to fail so I can't just say "sorry but I've been dealing with a lot of spiritual stress lately and I'm not good at time management so I have no speech to give." I have to get something down, at least.

I just need to calm down. Breathe, dude, just breathe. It'll be fine. It's not worth worrying about in the big picture. You're going to look back on this and laugh, so why not start smiling now?

I'll update again whenever I'm able to.
Much love until then.


 

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