Infinitii WAS dead, actually killed by Laurie before she tragically killed herself and the whole System imploded back in 2018. May 17th was a resurrection date, the first time I saw hir since, a tiny flower breaking through iced concrete. But I cant see or contact hir or anyone else right now. I'm no longer in that "state of mind"; it feels like everything is shifted tectonics, a diagonal sliding away. I can only find or hear people early in the morning if I wake up slow, half asleep and not yet in the waking world.
Infinitii WAS dead, actually killed by Laurie before she tragically killed herself and the whole System imploded back in 2018. May 17th was a resurrection date, the first time I saw hir since, a tiny flower breaking through iced concrete. But I cant see or contact hir or anyone else right now. I'm no longer in that "state of mind"; it feels like everything is shifted tectonics, a diagonal sliding away. I can only find or hear people early in the morning if I wake up slow, half asleep and not yet in the waking world.
just a quick nightly post.
Oct. 9th, 2019 09:21 pmHey there internets. I've been home now for a full year, and I'm honestly happier now than I have ever been.
It's been quite a journey. I endured a lot of loss, and disturbances, and upsetting realizations about myself, et cetera, in the past 365 days or so. But, although most of my past has been burned up, taken, or otherwise released, I'm left in the present with very little and a huge sense of joy. Yes, truly. Even though life is still stressful, especially with my poor schizophrenic brother, God bless him... even though life will always have stress in it, I am just... so happy now.
Last year, I returned home after a very disturbing and disorienting year living in North Carolina with an old friend who, unfortunately, I realized that I never actually knew in the first place. (This was a pattern with me.) They had D.I.D., as I did, and as it turned out, my minimal awareness of their life via their online journals was based on the logs of an alter of theirs who no longer existed. And I did not know that. So the person I met upon moving out there was a total stranger, more or less, and whose personal life, morals, interests, obsessions, values, etc. were in stark contrast to mine, to an extent that was honestly caustic and killing me, and yet which I shoved aside and justified for the sake of making them happy, for the sake of "being a good friend." According to what I last heard from them, months ago, I failed miserably at the whole friend thing. This breaks my heart, but upon literally printing the evidence from both our online journals and presenting them to several therapists I have been repeatedly reassured that, like it or not, my friend was a big part of the problem. It wasn't just me. I refused to accept that my friend held any blame, to the point of compulsively murdering my own identity while I lived with them for their sake... because I loved them, and just wanted to be like them, so they would love me. Again, I failed miserably at this. But that's a story for another time. What I want to say here is that, although I deeply regret the time I spent with them, I did learn one huge lesson from it all-- I learned that the person I became for them was NOT who I was, or wanted to be. At all.
And so, when I got home last October, I threw off that persona completely, and started over.
My friend took this as abandonment. They said that I "didn't have the guts to tell them it was over." But that's something they could never understand. It wasn't over. I didn't want it to be over. I DID lie about one thing, and I regret that, but I felt forced to do so-- when they asked me "when I would be coming back," I couldn't break their heart by telling them, "I don't want to come back here. I never wanted to stay. I always wanted to go home and I've been hinting at that for months but every time you got wind of it, you shattered. So I cannot tell you now, flat-out, that this is the last time you will see me in person. I want to go home. This is not my home. I'm sorry." And yet, I couldn't tell them it was over, either. Because for me, things never really end. I'm not sure why. Maybe it's just my affinity with time, thanks Celebi, that makes me feel like everything is happening forever all the time. Like beginnings and endings are both vaguely defined. And honestly, what if a few months into coming home, I wanted to go back and visit? Like in the summer, to go to the beach? If I had said "it was over," what would have happened to our friendship? No, it wasn't over. But it wasn't ever going to be how it was, either-- because that wasn't friendship. I had, quite honestly, lied about who I was, what I felt, what I wanted, et cetera. Everything I did, felt, said, and chose was anxiously crafted to "fit their liking," to the point when I couldn't remember who I was when they weren't around to appease. Once I had enough alone time TO remember, I started feeling some disturbingly intense rage at how much of myself I had annihilated, plus an absolutely lethal homesickness that had me begging my family for airplane tickets every time my friend left the house and I could safely use the phone. Regardless, I cared for them. Even if we were utterly incompatible, I cared for them, and I still do. Even if their lifestyle always was absolutely inhospitable to me, still is, and always will be unless they experience a dramatic metanoia, I still pray for them, and wish them well.
They were a southern thunderstorm, and I was a northern blizzard. They were cornfields and broad horizons, while I was mossy valleys and ice-capped mountains. They were trumpets and chiptunes, yet I was cellos and choirs. They were cotton candy, I was peppermint. They were water, I was fire. And none of that was bad! There's beauty in all of it. We just... didn't jive. At all. And I kept shoving myself under the rug, forcing myself to like brass music and Y2K aesthetics and ice cream because they did, and I was just weeping inside the whole time, but telling myself "love is sacrifice, this sorrow is just personal death, it's better to live for them," not realizing that if living for someone means murdering yourself you're still breaking a commandment. And that's bad.
The true fatal flaw was how we opposed each other in the serious ways. They were hypersexual, had a vulgar sense of humor, used profanity, often walked around naked, practiced witchcraft, praised revenge and spite, loved games and childish toys, et cetera. All things that jarred painfully with my own deep values. I am asexual, with a goofy sense of humor, clean language, traditionally feminine clothing, go to church at least three times a week, try to forgive and serve at all costs, spend my free time studying Scripture, et cetera. And this is not a "superiority" issue because God knows and can attest far more clearly than I how many good things my friend did, how kind and thoughtful and creative they were, as well as how stupid and foolish and ignorant and volatile I can be. I'm, quite frankly, a mess of a sinner, and in my friend all I saw was good. Even when I can point out the aspects of their life that I strongly believe are morally wrong, I know they aren't choosing to do those things because they are wrong, but because they believe they are right and cannot be mistaken. They are trying their best even if I'm afraid they're still headed down the entirely wrong road. But I know when I do something idiotic and I still end up being a moron most days.
Nevertheless. I'm home now, with my family, and although I am honestly so happy now, it took some time to get here.
And step one was cutting off all contact with my friend.
I have to thank the hospital, actually. I went to the ER within the first week of returning, to try and get my insurance issues fixed (long story), and get whatever medical help I could get in the meantime... and they put me in the psych ER, and they took my phone. And suddenly, for the first time in over a year, I was alone. I had no contact with my friend. I was able to sleep alone, and think alone, and BE somebody other than a mirror image for their sake, a pet for their pleasure, a toy for their entertainment-- all of my own appeasement panic, mind you. But... I spent that night happier than I had been in months. It was, frankly, life-changing. Suddenly I realized just how miserable I had been and how I had been lying to MYSELF about it more than anyone else.
The security guard who walked me out the next morning was wearing a huge crucifix ring, and when I told him how beautiful it was, starting a small conversation about what had brought me to the ER, he-- suddenly and eloquently-- began telling me how God had given me a second chance at life, a new birth almost, and that I was morally obligated to live it to the fullest, for His sake. The words of the conversation have faded into time but the impact of them has been pressed upon my heart indelibly since then.
That was a year ago tonight. October 9th, into October 10th. Happy rebirthday. Thank you God.
So. Since then, I've had to heal, slowly but surely. At first it was hellish-- I had so many symptoms exploding at once, as my D.I.D. had utterly vanished after having been turned into the biggest trauma trigger of my life thanks to how it was linked to some terrifying appeasing/ miming experiences in North Carolina. But, now that it was suddenly gone, for the first time in over 10 years, I was alone in my head and although that was JOYOUSLY FREEING it was also AGONIZINGLY SAD because it felt like all of my friends had suddenly been murdered. And in a sense, they were. They died, in the wake of that disastrous year.
Lately, a few of them have come back. They came back different, and they are no longer "alters"-- they were never meant to be, truly, as my past clearly proves. North Carolina mutated and mangled their function and it destroyed them. But ironically, it allowed them to die to all that mental-illness nonsense, just like I did. So now, if anything comes back, it won't have anything to do with that.
Even so. Recovery took a long time. It still is! It's a process. But at first, it was like... losing all my limbs, and having to learn how to use prosthetics. Like, I should know how to heal, what to do, how to fix myself... but somehow things just weren't working right. I was too deeply damaged on some level.
Yet nothing is impossible with God.
I realized, almost immediately upon leaving my friend's driveway last October, that the utter lack of religious freedom in their household-- something they couldn't understand and denied causing, as they couldn't see it, yet it gutted me-- had been the #1 factor in my suicidal depression. And the instant I left, I went right back to prayer, and Scripture, and Mass. And it saved my life.
Now, a year later, I'm back to cantoring in church. I'm growing my hair back for the first time in ten years and wearing modest feminine clothing that I haven't worn in just as long and it is SO NICE. I'm speaking more modestly, I'm praying more than ever, I'm spending my ENTIRE weekends in church, I'm reading the Bible every single day... and I am, legitimately, happier than I have EVER been in my life. I've never been this close to God.
And yet I'm still such a sinner. I'm still a mess. I'm still struggling with the last brutal vestiges of an eating disorder that I've been warring with for 15 years, and which exploded in North Carolina as a desperate anti-sexual coping method and suicide stand-in. I still have sudden bursts of unbridled rage and grief and violence that frighten me, but God is helping me release that pain, and truly forgive and be merciful. I'm still learning how not to treat myself like utter pond scum, learning how to see myself as something other than garbage, as filth, as a rejected failure of a human being, as a toxic sludge waste that deserves to burn in hell. God doesn't think like that, and neither should I. It's a process. But with prayer and hope and faith and love for God, I'm getting better every day, by His Grace.
I'm happy. I really, truly am, to the point where I could (and do) cry with the wonder of it all.
I'm remembering how to love, how to be imaginative, how to be optimistic. I'm remembering how to write poetry, and paint, and play music. I had it all sucked out of me due to that year down south but I'm praying for it to be healed and restored in truth, no longer as a false mess cobbled together to entertain others. I'm doing this for God, and when I do that, the bliss just pours into it. It's wonderful.
I love my family so much. We're ALL closer than ever, kinder than ever, and if my poor brother wasn't so utterly wrecked by schizophrenia things would be amazingly good. But it is how it is, and even this is teaching me patience and mercy and humility and prudence more than ANYTHING else could. Trials are a very powerful way to strengthen virtue, which I have been praying for. I just need to face it with God, because without Him I will and do fail miserably. Faith doesn't make things easy, it just makes them possible.
Tomorrow, I have choir practice, and I have to run errands with my grandmother, after I take her to get her hair done. I love these days. I truly do. Despite the stress, my life is honestly so good now. Even with legal and financial and physiological issues and all that. (Doc found several lesions in my brain and I have no idea what that's about!) I'm looking into convents for the future, still, but right now, I'm happy with my family here in the forests of Pennsylvania. Today I helped grandma cook dinner and bake dessert, and clean the kitchen, and make legal phone calls, and I even got to stop at Wegmans (which I left very quickly because hello residual trauma panic attacks) and smell the essential oils because I'm currently fascinated by aromachology and I want to "reclaim" it from the witchcrafty mess I keep finding it in online and use it for God's glory with the help of Scripture and my God-given blessing of imagination. It's fueling my hope, this creative gift, this broad and beautiful world, and the hope of heaven. Until then I must take it a day at a time, because tomorrow is never guaranteed, but I'm alive right now, and I thank God for this second chance, and I want to please Him with how I'm living it. God help me to do that ever the more, no matter how hard it is to release the pain of the past. I want God, nothing more. Easier said than done, or is it? I want to prove that it is the easiest thing in the world... to choose God and never look back, because all the joy and peace and love I could ever want or need is right there in Him. Such is my life now, and yes, it's the best it's ever been, and as long as I keep my heart fixed on the Lord it will continue to get better.
As for now, it's 10pm, and I must get some sleep, and set my heart with determination to do better tomorrow.
Have a blessed night, everyone.
I'm really, really depressed today. I'm having a religious-existential crisis again and I just want to cry. I'm scared. I want to die but I don't. I really need to type this out.
Since the disaster of NC, I've had a lot to think about, notably these things:
1. Realizing how easily I can pretend to be someone I'm not, to make someone else "happy."
2. Realizing that I am not transgendered, but my "alters" were.
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I don’t hate TBAS. I love them, but their lifestyle is unhealthy for me, and living with them did not allow me to question or analyze myself in comparison to that.
Things that I constantly see on Tumblr that confuse and frighten me because I don't understand:
1. "Christian witches"
2. LGBTQIA+ individuals insisting that "Jesus was gay/ trans*/ etc." when I feel it is blasphemous to focus on His "sexual orientation"
3.
I'm afraid of sex. I admit that.
I do not want it. It is a frightening, painful thing.
I have no idea whether or not I'm "attracted" to anyone or if it's all societal programming.
I can say folks are "handsome" or "pretty" but the thought of marrying someone, having children with them, etc. is terrifying to me still. I love people, but that sort of sexual relationship is alien to me.
I don't know what happened to my relationship with Chaos Zero.
I want to weep just typing that. (I am. Two seconds and I'm in heartrending tears.)
I still dream about him, all the time.
I gave my plush doll of him to TBAS and I waited on that for weeks because I couldn't bear to let go of it. But my heart said, "don't become attached to material things. Don't focus your love on an object, for anyone or anything. Love in spirit, the way God wants you to love Him, and all things." In other words, "Love the person in the photograph so truly that if the photo was burned you would not cry."
I'm still weeping.
I haven't spoken much to anyone "in headspace" since moving back out here, because I realized too late that the way we were functioning in NC was utterly contrary to our mode of existence. We were NEVER MEANT TO FRONT. And we were NEVER MEANT TO BE "HUMAN." We were never meant to "live as individuals" outside of our soul and the fact that we felt obligated to for over a year basically murdered us.
Which reminds me. One of the few things I remember reading on TBAS's journal recently-- as I did log on a few times to check on them-- was them having a sort of personal "epiphany" that I, as the Lotus Cathedral, was "not special" as a System-- that Lynne was "just an orange girl," that Laurie was "just a punk-type person," etc.
And… when I read that, I literally laughed out loud, and cried with relief.
If THAT is how they saw us, then THEY NEVER KNEW US AT ALL.
That… that's such a blatantly absolute misunderstanding of our System's very HEART. Lynne was NEVER a "girl who liked violins"-- she was a personification of femininity and our lost future AS a woman who was expected to be a musician. She was NEVER SUPPOSED TO BE "A GIRL." Similarly, Laurie was NEVER just someone "who liked axes"-- she was a personification of our love=pain complex and she carried that heavy weapon to BEHEAD US for our sins. Lynne became orange as her role became more joyful, and Laurie became purple as her role became less bitter. EVERYTHING ABOUT US IS SPIRITUAL and the very thought that we were, at any time, even able to live as "physical people" is actually personally nauseating because it stands in such total opposition to our purpose. And to realize, suddenly, that TBAS never realized that, that they wanted us to "live as a System" in the way THEY did, in the world… suddenly we understood why they treated us so bizarrely according to our criteria, why we never truly got along deep down, why we never truly saw eye to eye-- and why we had to DEVELOP SOCIALS TO PLAY THOSE ROLES WHILE WE WERE IN NC. We wondered for ages why the Socials suddenly became the main folks fronting-- but we never realized that it was because ONLY SOCIALS ARE EVEN SUPPOSED TO FRONT, and if TBAS was expecting us to "live OUTWARDLY as a multiple," then it was literally inevitable that ONLY THE SOCIALS COULD DO THAT.
So we broke. We were no longer able to live inside, to live as us, and we became something totally new and unhealthy and thankfully temporary in order to fit TBAS's criteria instead. I see that now, and it allows me to-- at the most general level, but nevertheless-- forgive us both for our absolutely blind and ignorant and blind and appeasing and insincere behavior, because neither of us even realized who the other person WAS.
So I can let go of that totally now, again, bit by bit, because I can see that whoever I was with TBAS was not the true me and I never knew the true them, either, as a result. The key to forgiveness is Christ's prayer-- "for they know not what they do"-- and truly, we didn't. So that moves me to sad compassion, and motivates me to never repeat that mistake of ignorance in the future. May I have the grace to see when I am committing such huge wrongs in blindness, so that I may STOP and AMEND my life immediately.
Oh, by the way. TBAS also, at some point, made a comment that we were "like Justice" (the Jewel Monster) but we only read like, one line into that sentence, because similarly to the above, as soon as we began to read their explanation it hit us like a truck that THEY HAD NO IDEA WHAT THEY WERE SAYING. And I laughed because oh my gosh THEY NEVER KNEW THE FULL STORY. They never knew!! No wonder every time "Revenge" came out in their System our stomach turned and we felt like angrily sobbing-- it's because he was born from a COMPLETELY FALSE IDEA OF NOT ONLY HIS PERSON, BUT HIS HISTORY.
The file that TBAS latched onto about him was written by a hacker for the EXPLICIT PURPOSE OF SKEWING THEIR RELATIONSHIP so that hackers could make us think that ALL relationships were sexual. They did this with LOTS of Leagueworlds at the time, and we have since purged ALL of that terrifying slander, including that DW file that, for unknown reasons, was kept.
But not only that, TBAS had no idea how the original Justice/Revenge event ENDED. I saw it all at once in 2005 while listening to God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen, and it basically went like this… Justice had an "alter ego" named Revenge that was born as a result of his being exposed to the corrupt "justice" in the human world, which he had entered AS A PROPHET
to try and call people to repentance, a la the Bible. But Justice got confused and corrupted in the process because he ISOLATED himself there, gradually starving off his roots to his World, and messing him up in the same way any Christian would be messed up if they stopped going to Mass. Anyway, Devonexx-- the Dream World version of Satan-- was also visiting the human world to try and do the opposite of Justice-- trying to corrupt people's minds and kill those who opposed him and all sorts of awful things-- and in that process he found Justice, who was now emitting a dual Virtue/Vice signature as he corrupted, but this duality is a RARE and DANGEROUS occurrence in a Jewel Monster because as long as it is dual, SO IS THEIR SELF. So he found Justice, and cruelly "overloaded" him with Vicious energy (which is a thing you can do in canon), to try and force him "over the fence" and lock his signature into a Vice. WHICH HE SUCCEEDED IN DOING-- and there was Revenge. HOWEVER. Such an awful event could not happen without the DW Guardians finding out, so the WHOLE GANG was there trying to stop him-- and so was Jewel Lightraye with the FIRST SYSTEM OUTSPACERS-- Bakura and Marik. SERIOUSLY. So when Justice became Revenge, they ALL tried to talk him out of it, by attesting to virtue and light and love and truth, but REVENGE WOULDN'T LISTEN. Remember he was a CORRUPTION OF JUSTICE so his entire mindset is based upon mangling the truth. His existence was born of a hopeless frustrated fear of seeing such evil in the world and wondering "why do the good suffer from such evil" WITHOUT FAITH IN GOD'S JUSTICE AND MERCY. As a result Justice got pushed into the vice of despair, and despair led to self-hatred, and self-hatred led to rage, and rage led to vengeance, and suddenly this force for equity and righteousness became a force for destroying "hopelessly" sinful people instead of patiently, sacrificially helping them convert. And of COURSE Devonexx wanted to take advantage of this. But Revenge REFUSED. He was still a CORRUPTION of a Virtue, not a born Vice, and so he saw no fellowship with a being who wanted to kill for the sake of malice. No, Revenge was twisted enough to want to kill "because they brought that judgment upon themselves." And he HATED HIMSELF FOR FEELING THIS WAY. He had been pushed out of faith into fear and now he convinced himself he had no choice but this awful role-- BUT! NOW THE GUARDIANS ARE HERE! And they all FOUGHT him with everything they were, the whole time NOT HURTING HIM, but trying to show him as much of THEIR faith and hope and love and mercy and patience and forgiveness as possible, trying to push him BACK into virtue, trying to clarify to him what Justice truly was-- and guess what? IT WORKED. At the end of the battle, when EVERYONE BUT REVENGE AND DEVONEXX WAS DOWN FOR THE COUNT, and it looked like evil had won, Revenge realized that this was wrong, wrong, wrong, and he REVERTED. Yes, that was never written down, but JUSTICE RETURNED TO HIMSELF. And then do you know what he did?
HE KICKED THE DEVIL'S BUTT.
I am serious. I remember writing down that "Justice is the most powerful Jewel Monster in existence" BECAUSE of this-- because when he came to his senses, he turned and looked at Devonexx with a burning desire to do good and atone for his sins at any cost, and used an ability which he called "Prayer of Martyrdom"-- a massive outpouring of virtuous energy that was so intense that it basically would kill him. But Justice decided that it was worth it. So yeah, not only did this Prayer revive the Guardians through its immense Good, but it knocked Devonexx into submission, which NO ONE HAD EVER DONE BEFORE IN ALL OF DREAM WORLD HISTORY (then and now). When the smoke cleared, Devonexx dragged himself back to the Nightmare World where he spent months in recovery, and Justice himself fell to the ground, literally breathing his last. But Maitru was there, and as the Guardian of Love, she was NOT gonna let that happen, so she dragged him back to the Dream World where he spent months in recovery, haha.
But yeah. TBAS never knew the full story and even though the plot did change in recent years, the changes were never fully written down, which is something I don't think TBAS EVER realized. Honestly, like… I'd be surprised if 50% of ALL Leagueworld info was written down. The vast majority of it is in my heart and in my head alone. But yeah, this, too, showed me that TBAS never knew the truth, from no active fault of their own, and so I forgive them for their blatant misunderstandings and misinterpretations, which made me sick and scared and sad for many many months, because I, too, didn't understand that they were working from a foundation of falsehood. Which, in a way, is entirely my fault, for not standing up FOR the truth and informing them of it. The problem is I don't know how aware I was OF that false foundation back then, with how I constantly flailed to "make them happy at any cost to myself", let alone how willing I'd be TO "shatter their introject's very roots" as a result. I know we did effectively TRY to in the beach house, and the absolute "I cannot live like this anymore" despair that wracked our bones in that duvet bed still hurts. But it's forgiven. I don't remember any details, or words, or outcomes, or instigations. All I know is that it's over and now I can see why it happened at all and I can, with a relieved smile and forgiving laugh, wash that pain away. Consider it absolved, by the grace of God, even if it still stings a little, like a bruise. Don't bump it, then, and it will heal, I promise. We're all getting our hearts bandaged up today.
But yeah. More than anything, my time with TBAS showed me what I am not, as opposed to what they thought I was. And that was a SCARY revelation, but it was VITAL. It shook me up so badly, that it took months to fully face it, and then months to fully accept it, and then months to fully act on it… I'm still learning and growing, and I do deeply regret most of what I said and did out there, in my absolute dizzied ignorance and kowtowing. But like I said, I, too, had my foundation revealed as utterly false-- and now I can put Christ into that cornerstone position for good, pun intended. I don't think He ever was before, which is scary. And yet, would I have ever realized THAT if I hadn't been utterly broken down and shaken up and ruined and ravaged and humiliated and humbled by my time in NC? Probably not! It had its purpose, and now I can rebuild, slowly, just like Notre Dame after the fire. Just like it.
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We needed a System reset for years and we got the biggest one imaginable.
Everything is dead. Everything is razed to the ground, burned flat and blacked-out, annihilated to the last speck. Except Laurie's still here. Except I saw Knife the other day. Except Genesis ghosted twice within the past two months or so. Except I can still feel their hearts, weak but real, distant but extant, even now.
Except I don't want to be "multiple" in the way TBAS was "multiple" anymore.
I want it all to go back to the way it was in high school, and college-- just me out front, and everyone else helping inside.
There were too many of us. We got too tangled-up in trauma and fractured beyond function.
Now what?
Can I be a good Catholic, devoted to Christ and His Gospel, and be multiple?
Can I be in aching, ardent, abiding love with a fictional character and still be a good Catholic?
What if part of my soul is queer, and transgender, and all those other things that "go against nature?" What if my soul used to be broken into hundreds of pieces and all those pieces loved each other and sought their common highest good at any cost, no matter how much pain we had to struggle through, no matter how long
it took or how many times we fell disastrously and had to drag ourselves back up through the mud again?
I don't know what to do.
I think I was living a better Catholic life when I was multiple than I am now.
That's the long and short of it.
Whatever we became in North Carolina was shockingly toxic and it was NOT the real us.
Whatever we became as a result of hyperfocus on trauma exposure therapy was disgustingly self-annihilatory and it is NOT the real us.
The latter defined the former and I want to avoid that ever happening again.
I wept earlier, in the bathroom, drying my hair and looking at my sunken cheeks, over how much I missed the ocean, and how bitter I surprisingly was over how my beach trip in SC last year was "hijacked" by dishonesty and circumstance.
Because of TBAS's unfortunately controlling love at the time, I could not let go and live; I could not enjoy my time there, could not just be, could not relax and drink it all in… except for that one afternoon, that one blessed afternoon, lying alone on the beach, smelling the salt air and writing in that aqua notebook, the sun caressing my back. That one experience, that sacred time, is what I miss, and what I yearn to re-experience.
...
I'm typing in old Leagueworld notes into my computer and, just like it's been for years, the process is deeply depressing. I know why, now-- in most of it, there's no focus on God. There's no center in Christ. Yes, every Leagueworld does have religious tones and roots, but it became so garbled and miscommunicated over time, that it was no longer fitting to be considered good Catholic media. THAT is why I began to "hate my creative work"-- because my soul recognized that what I was creating was EMPTY and ultimately PURPOSELESS. This is also why I got cripplingly depressed in NC whenever I attempted to work on the League-- because TBAS didn't want to acknowledge the ancient fact that even when it fell short, it was all SUPPOSED to focus on CHRIST OUR GOD.
So I'm restoring that, unflinchingly and obviously. For some Worlds, it's wonderfully easy-- like Dream World and Hokthai-- but others, like Oneircia, Mage Angels, and Voltage, got their inherent and integral religious content corrupted by new-age sources and confusion and misinformation. Others, like Puppetstrings and E*Girls, were always so stuck in magic-related ideas that they never spoke to Christianity and that NEEDS to change. So I'm working on that now and I have total faith that it will restore my joy in these Worlds I've been blessed to have created through the grace of Christ sharing His creative powers through me-- for HIS SAKE!! That's the ultimate reminder. It is ALL FOR HIM, or it is all for nothing.
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I'm also disturbed by how much psychological & spiritual disease is apparent in these old writings, speaking volumes as to my current struggles and my old sins.
For example, Parnassus is a rape nightmare at its very core, or at least, it was. And a lot of character personality notes-- liars, thieves, manipulators, sociopaths, strategizers, philosophers, you name it-- say a lot about the ugly sides of my personality as well, frighteningly so as most of this is from when I was like 14, 15. And believe me, I know how much evil was swarming in me then. Look at the roots of the System.
So this requires a lot of humility and self-inspection, to review. It's making me feel the need to take a "merciless moral inventory" and see just how much of this is still lurking in me actively, and how much has been crucified with Christ. Yes, it's a daily struggle against sin and will be until I die, but it's deeply reassuring to see how many of these points have been "dormant" for years, and by the grace of God will remain so.
And I wonder how much of that got into the System. Remember how, years ago, I was considering making a list of "League/System Character Archetypes" because the same personality "cores" seemed to keep repeating, especially within the same colors? Like Laurie and Picayune and Monika (all Indigo at the time), like Waldorf and Preludove and Hosanna (all Blue), like Lynne and Pagotamiar and Psyche (all Orange)? And even the color shifts speak to this- like how Laurie is now brilliantly Purple, and resonates now with Bastion and Psyquatro and Emepsyche in that regard. It's all being drawn from my soul, ultimately, by God. And so I'd like to review this deeper, and see how many attributes do indeed echo across it all, to gain a clearer view of my self, for that is truly what I am looking into, as into a mirror… and to then see how much of that reflection needs to be cleaned up, so it reflects Christ more.
That fact is also what was the finalizing factor in my "integrating" most of my multiplicity after returning home to PA last October. If those hundreds of alters, splinters and introjects and all, are ultimately part of me, then why in the world would I want to exist in such a fragmented sense anymore?
Living with TBAS and seeing that fragmentation firsthand was the strongest factor in that decision, though, I have to admit. Seeing it firsthand showed me, beyond all doubt, just how unhealthy it was. Seeing them displaying their symptoms convinced me that I never wanted to live like that again if I could help it. This is not to say that all of their condition is harmful-- they, too, had many benevolent alters-- but at its roots, their multiplicity was just as traumatized and ill as mine was, and living with that on both sides of my eyeballs for a year was almost more than I could bear. My multiplicity symptoms became less and less as time went on, and I became less and less willing to enforce and exaggerate them for TBAS's "entertainment", or rather, to match the "image" they had of me as someone who was "inherently" multiple, according to THEIR experience of it. That sudden breakage in function is what destroyed my System, and ironically, is also what freed me from its gilded chains. I cut off contact with TBAS in October and at the same time I cut myself off from that jail of a past, to stumble painfully but hopefully into a new future as a single person, as the girl God created, learning how to live at last.
So that's where I am now.
I don't have all the answers-- heck, I don't feel like I have any right now.
God does, but He doesn't hand them out easily. Divine Silence is a thing, as is Divine Mystery, and walking by Faith instead of sight. Above and within it all is Divine Love. Paradoxically, beautifully, that is the answer. If I strive to walk in His Love, then I don't need literal language answers-- Love IS the answer. (Thanks Todd Rundgren.)
And that brings us back to square one.
The Blood Lotus Cathedral was built to love. Yes, even though it had ugly trauma roots and branches, at the end of the day, we were always just trying so hard to love.
But our love had the WRONG ORIGIN AND END. I see that now. If Love isn't both FROM AND FOR GOD, then it's not really love. That is a hard pill to swallow but it is life-saving medicine.
...
I have to revisit the gender topic again, briefly.
I have "misgendered" people in this journal in the past, meaning that I referred to them with pronouns that match their birth sex, whereas they insisted I do otherwise.
I cannot, in good conscience, do this. I don't understand sex and gender very well at all, and I want to write about that more, but the bottom line is that I strongly believe that biological sex and gendered pronouns should be analogous. Intersex people are the obvious exception to this rule, and Judaism itself speaks of this in the Talmud, but I do not have that education so I cannot elaborate on it here. However, biology does seem to have the strongest say as to pronouns in most cases. And I agree with that, because I believe that although God Himself transcends gender, the binary nature of gender is intrinsic to Creation and is VITAL to it, as it is the basis of creative unity. Chromosomal errors that result in intersex conditions are a symptom of imperfection in fallen nature BUT it's just an error, not a condemnation. It happens, in humans and butterflies and cardinals too. It happens, but in the Book of Genesis we see how the original plan of Creation was-- clear differentiation between two complimentary sexes.
Again, God is both above and within all this. We call Him our "Father" because that is the role He took to our ancestors, although He also refers to Himself in feminine terms and motherly analogies, because that is just as true and accurate! God is our Mother as well as our Father. Legal gender influenced the male pronouns throughout history, I would believe, but that does not nullify the all-encompassing nature of God-- and the fact that He/She/Xe/They/etc. are the very Source and Definition of Love, no matter what, and therefore love us no matter what. This does not mean that God approves of transgenderism, though, in the case of someone denying their birth sex based on personal preferenece or feelings.
And yes, Jesus does speak of "eunuchs" in Matthew 19, but IN THE CONTEXT OF CHASTITY AND CELIBACY.
(Jesus replied, “Moses permitted you to divorce your wives because your hearts were hard. But it was not this way from the beginning. I tell you that anyone who divorces his wife, except for sexual immorality, and marries another woman commits adultery.”
The disciples said to him, “If this is the situation between a husband and wife, it is better not to marry.”
Jesus replied, “Not everyone can accept this word, but only those to whom it has been given. For there are eunuchs who were born that way, and there are eunuchs who have been made eunuchs by others—and there are those who choose to live like eunuchs for the sake of the kingdom of heaven. The one who can accept this should accept it.”)
"It is better not to marry" followed by a discussion of eunuchs STRONGLY implies that those who do not adhere to the binary-- those "born that way," as intersex, and those "made that way" through genital manipulation-- are GROUPED with those "who choose [to live as eunuchs]," such as vowed celibates, and ALL THESE PEOPLE SHOULD STAY UNMARRIED AND CHASTE. So in my understanding, if you are born with OR 'develop' a mental state where you are unable or unwilling to match the sexual binary, then you should NOT DO SEXUAL THINGS because SEX REQUIRES THE BINARY. Simple as that.
As for pronouns, I feel that if one is willing to humble themselves enough to practice this gift of celibacy, however challenging it may be, then they should be equally humble enough to use, or at least accept, the pronouns that fit their legal gender. We should avoid all possibilities of scandalizing others, such as crossdressing, and I think pronouns fall very obviously into this. Humans struggle with sexual sin. We must be careful to respect the souls of others by not setting up obstacles and pitfalls for them through our treatment of sexuality, however "innocent" we may feel our intentions are.
But back to the beginning. Because of this I refuse to call someone by pronouns other than those that match their biology, if it is known. This should not be an issue if our culture respected societal gender roles more clearly, which it does not. To quote Pope Francis, "biological sex and the socio-cultural role of sex (gender) can be distinguished but not separated." We should always respect this connection.
And honestly, if it's difficult for a person to respect this, isn't that a cross? Isn't that a sin that we need to die to, to crucify so we can be reborn in Christ? Isn't disrespect, and disobedience, and all other sorts of contention, inherently sinful, as it does not rest in faith and humility? If someone feels socially male but was born a woman, wouldn't their cross be to accept their birth sex and pray for the grace to live according to it, OR to "choose to live as a eunuch," as Christ Himself offered as an option? That's what I'm doing. I was born female, but I know that I cannot properly act as a wife, and I have prayed EXTENSIVELY about this. I choose to be a eunuch for Christ, living an unmarried chaste life, while respecting my societal duties as a female, and always humbly adhering to them when I am aware of them (especially in dress).
I will admit, I sinned horribly against this in the past, by NOT respecting sex and gender and chastity and humility. I must admit this openly as it is very very hard to forgive myself some days, as I "should have known better." And indeed I should have, but I didn't. I was lost, I was confused, I was ignorant, I was out of my mind, I was shoving every ounce of my personality and morality under the rug for the sake of "tolerance" and "people-pleasing" and "healing." Unfortunately, no labels will ever make a sin not a sin. And the consequences will ALWAYS speak loudly and unquestionably to that fact, which they did.
Homosexual behavior is always sinful, EVEN if motivated by "love," because homosexual behavior disrespects the role of sexuality in creation and therefore it DOES NOT LOVE GOD. So no matter how much you may love another person, choosing to give into lust "for love" IS ALWAYS SINFUL. Lust is a deadly sin, no matter what your sexuality is, and EVERYONE should be diligent in rooting it out. This carries heavier weight for homosexual individuals because, in choosing to act upon that disordered inclination, they are refusing to keep lust in check. Love can be expressed ENTIRELY WITHOUT SEX, and the simple fact that anyone, straight or gay or otherwise, would refuse to accept that fact in all battles against lust, shows that they are still a slave to their flesh. Just because you identify as homosexual, you don't need to act upon it. Same thing with all other abnormalities of sexuality. Just don't do it. Pray for the grace. Love still exists, and Love will help you.
Back to this topic.
I'm a "she" but I used to be part of a "they" which also included "he" and "it" and "xe" and other such messes of gender nonconformity. And I need to look at that, seriously so. As a woman, what does it say, for part of my mind to have previously split into identities of differing gender? I can answer that-- it was because I rejected my biology and societal role at an early age, proudly and ignorantly and unwisely and foolishly, but I did. So in a mess, my mind missed the easy fix, and instead formed a muddle of genders that were all so loosely defined and fluid and overlapping that they effectively deleted the very meaning and significance of gender itself-- which, effectively, was also the case, as we all identified as "genderless" in the end, regardless of pronouns. But ironically, THAT TESTIFIED TO THE TRUTH. Because in the end we ALL could narrow it down to the binary, one way or another. And it's such a relief. There are no more mental gymnastics in an effort to justify some rebellious idea. We have peace, now. Our hearts are simple.
Again, though, our System needs to heal still, even if only in "hindsight"-- I don't know if we do or can still exist as multiple, but I can at least analyze the gender aspect of it now and heal the mutations. But that's for another entry.
The one point I keep getting dragged back to, what with the whole gender & sexuality issue, is unavoidably, my 15-year several-self relationship with Chaos Zero.
...
(left unfinished)
june sixth.
Jun. 6th, 2015 09:42 pmI’m legitimately suicidal again and I apologize.
I’m just dead empty. I’m scraping the bottom of the barrel here with medical and financial problems, not seeing any future for myself, and this stupid goddamn mental disorder shit on top of it all.
I’m tired. I’m very tired, and I just want everything to stop. I want to go to sleep and not wake up anymore. I sincerely mean that, and I have no idea why I’m typing this here but I guess some idiotic part of my brain is just looking for something non-harmful and non-frightening about my immediate environment right now.
I don’t know if I can be talked out of this anymore. It’s been going for too long, too strongly.
I just don’t want to have to die, you know? I would like to be able to be happy with life. I just don’t know how, all the “suggestions” that people usually give have made it worse.
I want to be “happy” but the problem is that for me, being “happy” means not existing, in one way or another. For a long time now I haven’t wanted much else.
I apologize for this. I just feel that deleting it would be twice as ridiculous.
I feel weak and lost and disgusting and I’m afraid I’ve fallen to the point where I can no longer be saved. This isn’t apathy so much as it is fatigue. I’m just... fed up. I’m tired of what I have to face every day. I’m tired of fighting and not feeling like I’m doing enough and being told that I’m an entitled selfish asshole. I’m tired and I’m devastatingly sad and I want to sleep.
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@11:59 PM
there was another reset on thursday night.
i dont think anyone said anything about it.
i dont want to talk about it
it is both the saddest thing i've ever seen
and
something i cannot allow myself to feel anything about
something this apathy is trying to make me not care for
but i do, i do care, i miss everyone so much it aches,
genesis showed up today.
i dont know how. he was tired and weak and dazed and could barely walk. but he showed up. like someone just released from the hospital after having been in a coma for too long.
i just
i shocked myself. when he appeared. looking so exhausted and fragile and breakably tired and he was still smiling. just barely, but it was such a bright thing. like he always was. no matter what people said about him. or tried to turn him into.
when he showed up with that weak lopsided grin i felt my heart crack and my eyes flood. i couldnt bear the rush. i wanted to break into sobs right there, i wanted to wrap him in my arms and never let him go, i wanted to just hold him in the sunlight there, my best friend, i didn't want anything else. at all.
but the apathy punched it down. the apathy kicked it down. dont cry, it said, you're in public, that's not acceptable behavior
apathy couldnt do a thing about this though
i gave him my arm and let him lean on me as we walked together. i talked to him as i always do. i loved him more than anyone ever told me i didn't or tried to tell me i did differently. i didn't care. i dont want to care about those lies anymore.
xenophon was crying
i only know because the undergrounders saw and remember and garrison has the photographs
she was walking through a foggy gray rainy city, there was nothing but quiet empty cold streets and muffling cloudbanks,
she was sobbing like a lost child.
shrieking with sorrow
she missed her fathers
and i still hate myself for where i'm at
these reset attempts keep happening
i love her
i love that little girl, or whatever she chooses to identify as at the time
i love that tiny violet creature so much.
even if i dont understand why she calls me "dad"
she said something today
or someone did
but i never realized it before
the bloodline continues.
even if "i" didn't exist in 2011
someone did
and their blood is in my veins
and we are still in the same body
and we can't scrub out the past from the fabric of existence
we can't bleach all our memories into oblivion
we can't reset everything like "we" wish we could
if she calls me her father
it is because "i" was, once
but
even more importantly
it is because
regardless of whether or not i hold any literal relation to her anymore
that's how she sees me.
as a protector.
as a guide.
as a guardian and mentor and caretaker.
as a father.
and so
i
i can be that for her, if that's what she needs
i do love her
why is that so hard to say
who put that fear there
who the hell put that fear there
what is this entry
i've never seen lynne cry like that
ever
i don't think i'll ever forget it
what happened to josephina, when did he get so jaded
i've made up my mind
no matter how scared i am
no matter how convinced some of us may be that we "don't need it"
no matter how furiously jewel tries to be 100% optimistic
we are going to the inpatient facility
whenever they have a room for us.
i don't care
yeah i'm petrified but
look at it this way.
while we're there, we can't run from this
we can't run from us
maybe we need that
maybe something very good will come from that
maybe we'll finally accept the hope that we're "not something horribly, intrinsically evil"
i hate that
i don't like that word but i despise that thought program
whoever told us we were evil just for living
there used to be so much love up here
then you told us that was incorrect, too
"you have to love people THIS way"
that's a lie
that's a LIE
and god knows i miss her more than anything in the world right now
and my heart is trying to shut off
and my mind is trying to hate her
and
she tried just as hard as i did
and fell just as hard as i did
and bled just as much as i did
we did
all of us
but
we
we tried too hard and we lost our sight and we fell too far.
we tried too hard to be perfect
and we forgot how to be good.
well now we're remembering
but i'm so scared
they keep saying, "wear off your edges"
"beat your swords into plowshares"
we were so ironically hellbent on being "pure and holy"
that we hit that horrid point so many other hyperpacifists have hit
and we stopped caring how much hell we went through
because "happiness is the only acceptable emotion"
and "you must endure all things"
but
but god listen i don't want to "go to hell" but
we are IN hell when we let this happen to us
is it wrong to fight?
is it wrong to fight back?
is it wrong to stand up and bare our teeth and say NO?
is it wrong to say no?
the retributors were untouched this time.
they were given the right to carry this through when central couldn't
they never lost their edges all the way
but they are too sharp sometimes
they are so brokenhearted and bitter, they become brutal
they become hatefully violent
because they are so desperate to get rid of the pain
of the filth and terror and confusion and apathy
they are willing to tear it to bloody shreds
if that will bring peace and healing
and the problem is,
that might be what we need
theyy keep saying "god is sublime" and reminding me of destroyer deities but
but
god
just
i can't do this.
i miss everyone.
i miss our darker sides.
i miss having a moon instead of just the scorching sun.
i miss being flawed in a way that made me soft
i hate trying to be perfect
i hate trying to be normal
god just stop me
stop this
make me imperfect
make me abnormal
restore my brokenness to me
put me back into pieces
my fractures were the lines that led me to you
to everything that was ever soft and bright
before they told me "no
THIS is what you need to be like"
i never wanted to be like that
but somewhere along the line
i became too afraid to protest anymore
they beat the rebellion out of me
they scared the noncomformity out of me
i
i am so tired
i am so sad
i am so sad because i still love people
i still love EVERYTHING
everything
everyone
inside and out
it's my biggest weakness
and my biggest flaw.
and it is my biggest blessing.
my saving grace.
i love everything.
i don't lose hope.
and that's why i'm so unbearably sad right now.
i don't want to hurt anything
so i don't fight back
but then i'm the one who ends up with a broken nose
and bloodied legs
and the shakes for days.
i don't want to
i don't
i'm so afraid of screwing up
of doing something wrong
or ignorantly harmful
that i collapse under the weight of it
and end up making even bigger mistakes
because that dread of moral filthiness makes me feel i am "unsaveable"
and deserve nothing better
but that's nonsense
i know it's nonsense
i wouldn't say that about ANYONE on this entire planet
so why does it apply to me?
tell me
you demon doubts and fears
TELL ME
WHY DO YOU INSIST I AM THE ONLY BLACK CLOUD ON THIS EARTH
WHY
thunderstorms
i lost my lightning
i lost my rain
i lost my shadows
god help me i just
i miss people
is that wrong?
was it really so wrong to love them in the first place?
if love is what killed them
if love is what broke everything
if my daring to feel genuine affection for people is what sent them to hell
what do i do
what do i do
do i talk to a priest
do i talk to the psychologist
what do i do.
i am so tired.
i am so sad.
and then a song just comes up on shuffle,
"i know there's gonna be good times"
well okay
but please reassure me a little more
define "good."
will we bleed afterward?
will the guilt devour us?
will we be showed how wrong we were?
see that's my fear
i can't seem to enjoy life without guilt
how do i get over that?
i can't get rid of the guilt
the fear, the pain, the terror of hurting someone
because i'm so gut-deep damaged by programming that i can't see straight
i want to heal myself completely
i want to heal ourself completely
and then i want to SOMEHOW be able to survive on this planet
without getting kicked in the face again by it
without getting torn apart again by it.
it takes patience
it takes self-love
it takes integrity
and it takes FIRE
it takes the ability TO SAY NO
it takes the ability to TRUST in my own feelings
good and bad
when my gut says RUN, GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE
or when someone inside says the same
i have the right
I HAVE THE RIGHT
TO RUN
WE DO.
we aren't obligated to suffer just because "it doens't hurt THAT person!"
or "THEY said it was okay!"
if something makes us sick, if something fills us with utter dread and fear and nausea at the very thought,
the therapist calls that "dread"
it's horrid, it eats your life
if we feel that about something,
we are not obligated to repeatedly force ourselves into worse and worse situations
just to "numb the dread" or "get over being so negative"
because we're still fatally convinced that "you shouldn't have a problem with ANYTHING"
the numbness is cracking, you know
logic is overruling your chalkdust burial shroud
even if we can't feel a thing
because you buried it
the brain can still think.
yes, the brain you called "evil"
because you called thoughts "unreal"
it is saving our life
it is keeping us safe and protected and pure and true
and don't demonize those words either
purity is a good thing
truth is a good thing
don't you dare spit on those ideals either
they're worth something
we're worth something
don't touch us anymore
ever.
ever.
this isn't mostly me, i'm sorry
i don't even know who i am right now
i don't know how "reformed" i am either
everything is blurry and weird and sad.
everything inside is empty
god please i just want to cry, i want to tell someone about this, somehow,
can i draw, can i do something to express this,
can i somehow express how heart-shatteringly sad i am inside,
is that wrong?
is it okay to feel sad?
or are you going to laugh at me
"how foolish! how like a foolish child!"
what, because i'm crying?
because i'm not laughing and saying "life is a game! it does not matter!"
maybe not in the big picture,
but you devils are teaching me not to mourn
you are teaching me to scoff at my own tears
you are teaching me to passively justify suffering
because you only want me to laugh.
and i am terrified
because your words still feel "right"
and that scares me so much
because,
at some point,
at several points,
we were badly damaged
we were hurt, we were scarred
and yeah,
when we die it won't mean anything i'm sure,
it'll all "fade away" and who cares how much we bled,
but
BUT
stop saying "nothing matters" when everything STILL ripples out to everything else
things DO matter in some way,
they do,
is it wrong to want to cry,
is it wrong to miss people,
is it so wrong for me to be utterly devastated over this somewhere deep down under the grave-dirt you threw on my heart?
i'm rambling now. i'm sorry.
i miss people so much
but i don't want them back
i don't want them back because i am ashamed of caring
i am ashamed of wanting their friendship
i am ashamed of wanting their company
i am ashamed of feeling love and affection towards them
i am ashamed of wanting anything.
i am utterly ashamed that i was close to people
why?
why am i crushed with hatred and guilt over the fact that i loved them at some point
and i did
i cannot deny that, i did
or did i?
that's what you evil doubts always ask me.
did you REALLY love them?
or was it all programming?
and
i don't know
i can't tell in hindsight, from this blind space
right now i can't comprehend emotion at all
so EVERYTHING looks fake
everything looks false and shallow and dumb and stupid
and the corrupt media doesn't help
the false messages we get shoved down our throats every day don't help
why am i talking about this.
i'm sorry.
i don't know what to do right now
i need to calm down and shake this negativity off, i really do
i am so tired and i do still want to die
i am so tired
life has been scary recently
i dont know
i don't feel i have a right to say that either
"other people have it so much worse!"
yes i know but
does that
am i entitled and spoiled and selfish for saying i'm still in pain and scared,
even if it looks like stupidity to someone else?
i don't know.
i need to stay off the internet i think
i try to avoid toxic stuff but it hides everywhere
the more of it gets in my head the harder it gets to think
and the uglier and filthier i feel
and the more guilt and doubt and hatred and sadness i feel.
i need to just stop
go inside instead
but central is empty right now
except for kyanos
the angel of hope.
i guess that says a lot on its own
there are so many others i should talk to
wreckage mostly
the archivist trio
jeremiah
sergei and hyakinth
maybe find some of the faceless people and talk to them.
the nice ones i mean, the good ones, like church and veil and airport
i dont know
i want to
but
the biggest obstacle is always shame.
fear.
doubt.
"that's all fake nonsense and you should be ashamed of entertaining it"
except it's not
except it's NOT fake
even if all i have to "prove" that is a legit diagnosis or three
but to hell with "proving" things to people who only believe with their eyes
i know this is real
no matter how much doubt there is
or how afraid i am of saying that
it's real
no matter how bitterly i want to cry over that
it's real.
i don't know how to cope with that right now.
i don't know how to cope with people caring about me
or me caring about other people
i shouldn't be this bitter, this sad,
this afraid, this angry, this hateful,
when people try to get close
and why am i?
i don't really hate them
i couldn't
i can't
genesis, today, i can't hate him, ever
no matter what he was pressured or programmed into doing
just like me
forgiveness is a thing, okay
you feckless floating doubts
forgiveness can happen
and SHOULD
and will
stop turning peoples mistakes into albatrosses and ankle chains
we are allowed to move on and learn and be BETTER
stop damning me for my mistakes
stop damning him for his mistakes
maybe we did fail, but we can TRY AGAIN
stop defining our entire future because of our screwups
okay
i hate myself enough for them without you telling me i am not worth anything better
i am so sick of you telling me i am worth nothing and deserve the same
stop
shut up
shut up.
i wouldn't say that about anyone else
so why the hell are you singling me out
i am so afraid
i am afraid because i know this hope is blind as a bat
and it will keep trying
even when there IS no hope
and even when it doesn't know what the heck it's looking for
or trying to prove
even if it's terrified and bleeding and screaming internally to stop, stop stop stop
it keeps trying
why
WHY
are you so heartbroken by the fact that there is evil in the world
or even just people who are lost
or misguided
even to terrible extremes
that you are more willing to sacrifice yourself in an attempt to transmute that evil
than to just reject those things?
are you that afraid of saying no?
are you that afraid that saying no means you are rejecting god? somehow?
where the hell did that come from
are you that afraid
that being opposed to anything
even something actively harmful to you
means you are being proud and sinful?
that you must "endure all things?"
but it's not even that for the most part.
i know what it is.
there was a quote once
“There is no art in turning a goddess into a witch, a virgin into a whore, but the opposite operation, to give dignity to what has been scorned, to make the degraded disireable, that calls for art or for character.”
and isn't that what we keep doing for EVERYTHING
we are so unwilling to see ANYONE as 'bad' or 'lost' that we will bleed ourselves out in an attempt to 'see the good' in them
god knows we aren't anyone's savior, what the heck are we doing
our perspective won't heal or help them
will it?
i don't know.
the very existence of evil, of suffering, of pain and its infliction, of "sin,"
is so mind-boggling and heartwrenching to us
that we are far too willing to throw ourselves into hell
if it means we can at least still shine a little while we're in there
and maybe find something "good" about the place.
therefore,
it won't be "100% bad" anymore
and therefore
that will prove that "nothing is beyond redemption"
except us, i add sarcastically.
thats what the heartless doubts say
"sacrifice yourself to prove everything else as pure and undeserving of your loathing or fear!"
"BUT you yourself will carry ALL the sin and filth and damnation!"
it's the scapegoat thing all over again
and i can't seem to let go of it
why
why
am i secretly hoping it's at least half true?
i don't know
i really don't want to hate anything
or be scared of anything
i want to be able to touch everything in the world
without being scarred by it.
it's where this eating disorder gets its power from.
the thought that some foods might be "bad for us" personally
as in, cause tons of pain, make us sick, etc.
is something we cognitively struggle with
"but it's an existing thing! how can it be "bad"?"
literally
we are too fascinated with the concept of existence
to understand the concept of suffering
we are too utterly enamored with life and all its forms
to fathom the fact that those forms can hurt each other.
god, it's so sad.
and it hurts.
and i still love people
and i still love life
and i am still full of light
and i still want to live
and there is color and music and wonder in the world
there are trees and rain and violins and bells and sunlight and baby girls
there are lullabies and fishbones and evening fog and streetlights and love letters
there are skyscrapers and chocolate chips and glass bottles and honeybees
there are kittens and blankets and computers and fiber optic cables and submarines
there are christmas lights and easter baskets and birthday cakes and valentines day kisses
there are families and friends and lovers too, there are people, alive and amazing and real,
there are heartbeats and promises and languages and hands holding each other and
there is everything.
i still want to live.
i want to live.
but i want us to live.
because
beacuse i love us.
i love us too, dearly and truly and completely and so ardently that there is no word for it, my heart is about to burst and overflow,
and i want to cry but this body doesn't understand an emotion this powerful
and it is afraid it will break if it tries to carry it.
so inside i just mourn in colors
and inside i can be
i can exist and i know who i am
and i know what we are
and i know what we are trying to do
and i am sorry
and i forgive you
and i love you
and i want to try again
with you
with all of you.
let's give this another go.
please.
i'll do my best. i'll be careful.
help me.
the world is a beautiful place and i want to share it with you
i want us to be able to live here
i'm scared but it's a funny kind of scared
i'm afraid of being unable to live up to what you bring to me
i'm scared of having to bury this again
of things getting miscommunicated or mangled
god please i don't want that happening ever again.
but we have to try
and it's 1am and i am exhausted and
i can sleep alone, it's fine, i've done it,
i'm not complaining,
except,
it's weird when you don't miss something but there's still a place in your heart where it fits,
i guess that means more than i can express right now.
the sky is blue
hope isn't dead
maybe this is a fool's journey in the end
but i'm going to wake up tomorrow and try again
no matter how difficult it may feel
i'm going to try again
...
there are people to live for
and maybe that is enough.
emergency post.
this is the autopilot program for the lightraye system
there has been a systemwide massacre courtesy of one of our old hosts, she has taken it upon herself to delete every last iota of pain attached to us therefore she decided we all must die.
i have escaped as i am noncorporeal
the girl in question is either jessica or cannon. i cannot tell the different between them right now; perhaps both are responsible
this is not the first system destruction attempt we've had; in fact is it approximately the fifth one this year. each one is harder to recover from. we may have hit rock bottom
long story short: we are a suicide risk tonight and i will stay online until it subsides, if it does.
i do not know what else to do but stall for time. wish me luck, on behalf of all those we may have lost for good.
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@ 10:01 pm
dear god:
help.
help me, please. PLEASE.
everyone upstairs is dead, i went to look and there is blood everywhere oh my god
i dont want this to be happening but everything is shorting out oh god no no
no
im sorry, im really
cant handle this
crisis rooms are closed online
i have no phone
she might take over if i try
oh god
why
god why is she the one who wins out
please tell me shes not the real person who owns the body
god please
please tell me she doesnt have the right to do this
please
laurie is dead oh my god
i
i acnt type, give me a minute to
i dont know
infi is dead there is blood everywhere
what happened
what did she do
there is no one to talk to oh god i have no way to heal from this
what happened?
oh god
i
she might be coming after me, i need to run
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@ 10:10 pm
GOD DAMN IT WHY IS THERE NO ONE LEFT WHEN IM SCARED FOR MY LIFE
ABUSIVE MELTDOWNS, NO ONE
SEXUAL TRAUMA, NO ONE
THERE WAS NEVER ANYONE TO TURN TO
except the people upstairs and
now not
god
please fix this
i know yesterday i or someone someone was saying "good headspace is gond i dontw atn tp go back"
but now no onononobn plaease NO
sorry stuipd child trying complaining i hlope you die too.
if they didnt catch me in this cage you would be dead right now with them you BITCH.
YOU REALIZE THE ONLY GODDAMNED REASON YOU F*CKERS ALL HAD TO DIE WAS BECAUSE OF THE SHT YOU DID TO ME??????
F*CK YOU
YEAH THATS RIGHT
YOU MADE ME SWEAR
GUESS WHAT
I DONT CARE ANYMORE
I LOST, WHAT, ALMOST TEN YEARS OF MY LIFE THANKS TO YOU???
AND NOW I SEE WHAT YOU DID
I won't put up with this abuse of my body and life any longer.
You can't justify this with pretty disgusting names anymore. Ever.
I've snapped, congratulations, you pushed me to the edge.
Jessica is taking her body back, and if I have to kill all of you one by one to do that, then I will.
Good riddance.
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@ 10:14 pm
someone stop her
this is the ap
soeone stop her
she says ehw ants the body back and she does but there is someone else behind her
cannon and jessica both were resposnible for this massacre
cannon started, when she was stopped, jessica took over with brutal unfeeling violence
she killed the children.let that sink in. she killed them. because they are "alters."
she wants her body back but what will she do with it now?
what will she do with it now'
nyanaynyaneenenene!!!!!
we fucked it up for you hap[py birthday bitches
uts dead and dead and dead anad deaqdndwasdgdgddgdg
good luck fiuxing it SLIT SLUT .SLUT
autopilot officially declaring a state of emergency
suggested: suicide hotline if all else fails
i am struggling to keep the girls at bay
this is not a test, i repeat, any survivors, this is a matter of life and death
i apologize for the drama but i do not want this body to be killed tonight
my function is the same as the systems and that is to preserve life
not to destroy the lives of others in order to live selfishly
i will close this entry now. i am in acute psychological and physical pain.
i fear for my life.
but let it be as it will
-a.p.
god rest your souls
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@ 11:40 pm
short update: miracuously not dead
tried an hour to talk to the family failed terribly, outright denied or ignored all help we asked for, didnt help aet all but at leats did not call hospital as they were threatening to
some survived! ten in all, were all in unreachable places when death happened
one centralite left, just one, pray he can help restore things if at all
hope cant die, it cant die, we will hold on somehow
despite the cold iapathy around us we will hold on somehow
for what few thre are left that is still community and we will live
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@ 11:41 pm
also much thank yous to all the people who said they would help or offered support
thank you we dont get that elsewhere it means so much. it does sincerely
first bit of hope if notihng else tha t is priceless tonight you know.
sorry no responses fom us bad night. but thank you
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@ 11:49 pm
ten lived, ten of us lived, how did we
so thankful
1. autopilot
(noncorpreal, not touched)
2. garrison
3. isadora
4. kalisha
(all were in floating space and not found)
5. algorith
(robotic, survived collapse of underground)
6. emmett
(knows hideaways, survived collapse of city)
7. dead red boy
8. little yellow boy #2
9. overload girl?
(all noncorporeal socials, dimly anchored)
10. javier
(forced back to life when structure fell to protect survivors)
also miraculous jay is still alive as a presence
since he is the TRUE CORE, NOT JESSICA, he cannot ever be permanently killed
we have many papers of failed communitcation with the family we will scan in so that is good too.
this is the little boy #2 by the wy you know me. i think im yellow at leas. sylvain was my brother. he was stabbed in the head i thinkhe died. its so sad i want to cry
emmett was crying, so much, aimee died he keeps whimpering so sad were all sad
the data voices thought they would die they didnt they aer still crying
algorith is too
so is javier
we all are how are we the only survivors its sad so sad
i will sto this now the bgrandmother will not go away and she is scary the fea bufferr wont let anyone talk or move in the body
she will not listen when we say go away dont touch so i will wait. if i can
at least none of us will let the bod die tonight we have HOOPE
that is imoritant
i think the sandman is aliev too mayve the oustpacers? can thehy help?
gerraiosn sais xenophon had bloood magic maybe something she can do
i dont know tired scared want to sleep but bedroom not savefe never safe. never safe
we will try anyway all we can do
goodnight god bless our waery souls
pray the others can life again too
there is memory of it i dont want to look at it i think i would get too sad and go awya
good night even thought it was a very bad night
life still goes on? hope too.
speaking for everyody
hope
tomorrow will arrive either way
Life reset
Feb. 25th, 2013 01:56 pmHello watchers and visitors.
The previous owner of this account experienced a rather drastic "life reset" less than 48 hours ago, effectively erasing the past 10 years of his consciousness. This was a premeditated act and its execution was carried out entirely without warning.
In vague terms, the simplest explanation would be that he "scratched the disc." What was once the song or game, is now unplayable, scratched out of effective existence. We regret to inform you that he most likely will not return.
His remaining accounts will be left equally void in his absence.
Thank you for your patience.
The previous owner of this account experienced a rather drastic "life reset" less than 48 hours ago, effectively erasing the past 10 years of his consciousness. This was a premeditated act and its execution was carried out entirely without warning.
In vague terms, the simplest explanation would be that he "scratched the disc." What was once the song or game, is now unplayable, scratched out of effective existence. We regret to inform you that he most likely will not return.
His remaining accounts will be left equally void in his absence.
Thank you for your patience.
I'm having some serious troubles.
First off, for about the past two weeks, I have been having chronic disturbing nightmares. It's a known fact that I dream in ridiculous realism, so that makes it even worse. I'm also being hacked during them, and have already woken up twice due to something downright harrowing occurring to me in the dream, and continuing for a minute or two even upon awakening.
I have no idea what's causing this and I'm terrified, as my nights have ceased to be a relief once again. Sleep is one of the few sanctuaries I can find, so this nightmare plague is taking a severe toll on me.
Second, my identity issues have flared up again. I can't possibly continue my life in a female form, but transitioning into a male form carries several risks that I am, quite honestly, terrified of.
I'm waiting to hear back from the gender therapist I hope to see soon. Hopefully she'll be able to help me on this, because I don't know what else to do. Life's become incredibly miasmatic and abstruse, and I'm becoming increasingly worried that I will be unable to deal with daily life at all if this continues. It's hard enough for me to deal with basic concepts and tasks at this point, due to not even recognizing the body I'm supposed to move around in. My mental and verbal coherence are slipping again and it's steadily becoming more difficult to make sense of most things.
Third, Leon is back.
Yeah, you probably don't remember him, but he's listed in our census, and Laurie and I did dedicate this Xanga to discussing him as well.
Laurie and I are really worried about him being back, as he's a personification of paranoia/ risk/ OCD/ gambling/ etc. Basically, he's the kind of guy who makes bets because he has to, but is never able to give you a sensible reason why. Laurie killed him off last April, but due to my taking risks in my everyday life-- talking to people who approach me first, looking for therapists for issues I never dared face before, heck, even Aywas auction-sniping-- he's apparently gained enough influence to reform and come back. He still looks as ill as ever, but this time he swore that he would clean up his act and change his influence to a positive one. He is apparently terrified of dying again, especially at Laurie's hands, so she's given him a week to prove himself or he's going to be reduced to a bloody carcass for the second and final time.
Bridget and Missy are still lurking around somewhere in the background. I hope they both wind up dead before I ever see them around again.
Fourth, about Aywas. It's literally the only virtual pet site I've ever been able to comprehend and make significant progress on, and believe me, I've been on several over the years. I've been on it for the past 10 days due to the Advent celebrations, after not having been there since a few small visits in June.
I have a thing for monsters, as anyone can tell you, and I've really clicked with a few of the guys I've obtained on the site (Jophiel and Vahram, namely). So it's been my online place to go if I want a bit of peace. Tumblr has far too many triggers, and as for my other non-journaling sites, well, they really don't do anything for me. So this is it, haha. If you need me I'll most likely be here, typing like the madman I am.
Fifth, I've been trying to make progress on DWp0 but I'm worried about the accuracy of what I'm writing, thanks to all the hacks I've been suffering lately. I'm still struggling with the fine details of things, yes, but am I seeing them clearly?
I haven't been able to draw in... geez, I think it's been three years. Sure, I've put out a few things in the meantime, but being able to sit down and just draw for hours? I don't know what happened. I seriously think I've drawn less than 10 actual pictures during this entire year. When I was younger I could fill an entire folder during that time.
I'm not even asking for that. I'm not asking to be an artist. I'm asking to finally be able to put what I can see on paper. I've never been able to do that, and it's been the single motivation for my entire scope of creative endeavors. I taught myself to draw because I wanted to draw my children. I taught myself to write so I could put their story into words. When people tell me to leave my creations behind, they have no idea just what they are asking me to do. They are asking me to abandon my entire life.
If a child decided to become a doctor in his adulthood, and truly felt called to that profession, who in their right mind would tell him to 'stop being interested in medical pursuits' and do something else with his life? That's what people are telling me to do with my chosen 'profession,' and I don't understand it. Why is it so wrong to create?
Or is this simply another roadblock that has been put in my way?
...Lastly, I feel Julie has gained lethal potential.
Putting aside the dream hacks, her 'regular' hacking methods are becoming terrifyingly fast. She hit me with one about two days ago, I think (I no longer have any coherent perception of time), that was only about 20 seconds out of awareness but was just as vicious as her old, hour-long ones used to be. That scared all of us, especially because there were no warning signs or major aftereffects, and I had been avoiding any and all triggers for about two, three weeks prior.
Yesterday, while I was talking to her and my other headvoices, we almost had a system crash.
I've never mentioned those before, anywhere, because they scare me to death, and wreak absolute havoc on my very perception of reality. I've only had about... geez, two or three close calls, ever, and the past ones all happened during 2009 or so, when Julie decided to outright try and destroy me during the span of several harrowing months.
An actual 'system crash' is comparable to death. If I ever had a full-out crash... I don't know. I don't want to even consider the aftereffects.
Close calls are just as terrifying, though. Basically, what happens is that my mind literally shorts out. No, I don't mean 'unhinging,' that's entirely different-- I mean that I lose all mental senses, all self-identification, all Links, everything. My mind glitches out and bluescreens.
You know how my therapists like to ask me 'what would your life be like without your creations,' i.e. my children and their worlds? System crash warnings are the closest thing I can imagine to a life like that. I would be left completely devoid of everything that means anything. I'd be gutted, empty, blank... like taking a neodymium magnet to a hard drive. Gone.
Yesterday, when that happened, Laurie went out first. Julie has never targeted her before, so when she noticeably 'switched' her presentation to something I did not recognize at all, I called her out on it, and suddenly everything went to static. I was paralyzed for a second, frightened out of my mind as everything around me was reduced to temporary oblivion. Thank God it came back a few seconds later, and we were all okay, save for the mental trauma. Laurie was freaking out, understandably, not only because she has previously been absolutely impervious to Julie, but also because I pretty much just missed getting my mental hard drive deleted, so to speak.
The only good point of that is that it scared the wits out of Leon, so he's probably going to be putting in a great deal of extra effort towards redeeming himself, haha.
I am so ridiculously miserable from all this. Yes, I still have hope and I'm still trying to see the bright side, but it's like focusing on a candle when you're lost in an abyss. It's a light source, but it's small, and the things lurking in the shadows can still creep up on you and slit your throat.
God, am I going to die from this?
For the past month I've felt closer to the end than I ever have before, and that frightens me, because not only have I not done enough in this life, but there's no guarantee of what will happen to me when I die. I may come back, I may not, I may be redeemed, I may be damned. It's not my place to say which will occur, and although I'm hoping for the best possible result, how can I possibly, justly, deserve that?
Mercy and forgiveness are vital... but so are justice and atonement.
I'm terrified of what I've done. I'm terrified of what I may never be able to do.
Then again, this is why 1998 happened, so maybe that's where I need to look now.
I just hope that this all ends well.
We can't lose here.