Belial
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| User rating | 10 (10/10, votes) |
| Registered on | 01-29-05 11:05 PM (7235 days ago) |
| Last post | 12-10-12 03:10 AM, in Holiday plans? (General Chat) |
| Last activity | 12-30-13 07:45 PM |
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| AIM screen name | madbelial05 |
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| Real name | Candy |
| Location | New Zealand |
| Birthday | Wednesday, July 8, 1987 (37 years old) |
| User bio | today I realized what it would be like to simply move through the veil
of uncertainty, straight into another plane of existence. Not just
mentally, but physically. Being fully conscious of what I was doing.
Do you realize what one might accomplish if they could break that
so-called unrealistic barrier? One could heal their physical ailments
with nothing but a mere thought. A child could dance among the fairies
and the scholars could study with the ancient wisdom of the dragons. So
I sat, staring at a plain white wall. I imagined it as a barrier, sepa-
rating me from this next plane of existence. Slowly, things began to
dematerialize in front of my eyes. The focus shifted, and I woke up
sitting in front of an ancient oak. How powerless I felt, in front of
that huge tree. It was so more powerful in ways that I could never be.
I stared into it's depths, down to its core, trying to accept the
realism which I brought unto myself. I sat, in a meditative state,
staring thoughtfully at a knot at the base of this great oak tree. Such
a spiral which I have never seen before shaped itself in front of my
eyes. It spun clockwise. I blinked once or twice in curiosity, and the
spinning stopped. Standing, I turned my back to this great tree of
wisdom and lore, and faced the valley below me. I stood on a green
hill, beneath the shade of this tree. The plants faded from green on
this hill, to a dark rich blue. My eyes wandered and noticed the birds,
the blue sky, but no sun. It was quite bright outside, and could find
no rightful explanation. I shrugged it off, for it did not matter so
much after all. I sat down again, to look off into the horizon. There
were mountains. I looked down and saw a mushroom, and a fairy sitting
upon it, watching me. She was a delicate little thing, and curious at
that. She was quite real, I assure you. Her golden wings flitted in the
light as she flew away. I averted my attention once again to this white
wall. I wonder how many other existences there are? What makes us so
sure that there is but one plane? Are Heaven and Hell planes of
existence as well? But why can't we reach them until after we have
lived our time here on this physical plane? I search the wall again.
This time, instead of visiting the oak tree, I delve deeper into the
crags of time. Earth was worshiped above all things. After all, isn't
Earth what keeps us alive? They celebrated Earth because they believed
that to be true. And rightfully so. Everyone can agree that humans are
flawed, as are all creatures and plants. But aren't the flaws what
make Earth as beautiful as it is? That is why they worshiped such
power. Complex beauty, strength, their sole reason of living. It is
true, divine, a physical entity. They cherished it and did the best
of their knowledge to preserve it for as long as possible. They used
its power, it's 'magic' to help them to survive. They lived to serve
Earth as anyone else would serve a God. They were cast out later, for
these beliefs of Earth being the all knowing one. They were peaceful
and content, knowing their skills and trade. Once again I look to this
white wall, breaking my reverie. |
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