(Written in Enochian.)
Ms. Smith hinted at redemption. Saying, "It really does exist." By "it," I shall assume she means the oft-rumored Golconda. From everything I've seen of her, I believe that she is telling the truth. She may have even found it for herself. If she is in this mythical state, than one of the tales floating around our society has been proven untrue. Golconda does not return you to your former state. You are not physically restored. You remain one of us, just peaceful and holy.
This may seem an absolutely wonderful thing. If you are a pacifist by nature and would never harm another, it is. This is the path for you. Should I run across such a creature in my existence, I will aim them in Ms. Smith's direction. At least they may find some peace before they are destroyed by the monsters in our society. Not everyone can be her and survive by sheer dint of one's age and power.
For everyone else, don't do it. Even attempting to follow her path is absolutely selfish. What is your one soul against all of those that you can save? You will do more good remaining active and destroying the evils that exist in this world. If you follow her path, you will take yourself out of action. You will become a hunted wanderer who's special ability is guilt. You will become nothing more than the eternal Jewish grandmother.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
(IC) What Really Matters
(Written in Enochian.)
As much as I may wish to end my own existence, killing myself serves no purpose. I may hate what I have become, but I am by far not the worst of my kind. Unlike many of them, I see the people of the world as more than tools, sources of entertainment or sources of sustenance. One newborn babe is worth more in this world, than the greatest of my kind.
What most of my kind do not realize is that the swarming masses of this world ARE the world. Without them, their dreams, their faith, their innovation; the world itself is nothing. We are all figments of their imaginations. If they believe in something hard enough, it becomes true. The invisible web of the internet, the bombs made of atoms... these things are not their true power. Their belief is their true power. They believe in science. Thus, it works.
What I am and what I do makes me beyond redemption. My soul is lost forever to the One's light. I know this and own this. All I can do is attempt to balance the scales for my continued existence. I do this by giving charity, working to free the souls of the people from static oppression, teaching others of my kind responsibility in their actions, and by destroying the things that are committed to their evil. I must use this curse for the benefit of those who truly matter in this world.
As much as I may wish to end my own existence, killing myself serves no purpose. I may hate what I have become, but I am by far not the worst of my kind. Unlike many of them, I see the people of the world as more than tools, sources of entertainment or sources of sustenance. One newborn babe is worth more in this world, than the greatest of my kind.
What most of my kind do not realize is that the swarming masses of this world ARE the world. Without them, their dreams, their faith, their innovation; the world itself is nothing. We are all figments of their imaginations. If they believe in something hard enough, it becomes true. The invisible web of the internet, the bombs made of atoms... these things are not their true power. Their belief is their true power. They believe in science. Thus, it works.
What I am and what I do makes me beyond redemption. My soul is lost forever to the One's light. I know this and own this. All I can do is attempt to balance the scales for my continued existence. I do this by giving charity, working to free the souls of the people from static oppression, teaching others of my kind responsibility in their actions, and by destroying the things that are committed to their evil. I must use this curse for the benefit of those who truly matter in this world.
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