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Choice

When I was younger I had a fear of the future. Not for any particular reason, just that I assumed that their were somethings coming that you just couldn’t control. The future made me nervous very nervous and today I know why…choice is a lie.

When I was younger the only thing I ever wanted was peace of mind, I wanted that more than anything in the entire world. I figured if I had that I could brave anything, I still want that…But either you have it or you don’t…choice is lie

We are told we are given a choice in matters, but that is a lie, you don’t choose whether you need to eat or Breath. You don’t choose whether you need to sleep or drink. Choice is a very big lie perpetuated by this reality to keep itself alive. Either something is somethings or it isn’t and this reality is one thing a horror. There are somethings that a beautiful in it, but they seem to only serve to be destroyed and make suffering all that much more painful. So in the end choice is a lie…Although then what is truth?

Duality

In this reality, this beautiful nightmare, this horrible dream… It seems that one can be the most wicked evil unforgivable person in the world, but never Good enough or too Good. What I mean is, a person can commit the most horrible acts possible and be completely evil. But a person must painfully strive against outside and internal forces to truly be Good. That doesn’t seem like balance to me, both should be equal easy to accomplish or easily difficult. And while I’m not saying everyone can become a mass murderer, It seems so much easy to do little bad things then little good things. Why is that? Are humans predisposed to this ? or are they in fact condition to this ? What is the true nature of this thing? Is it even prudent to question? Why is it that more people want something from you than just to love you? Why must someone want something from you and why do most people want things from others that are so parasitic? Do Humans need to prey on each other? could we survive any other way? I think so. Maybe we’ve been beaten by the bullies so much that we become bullies, that we now need to beat on others, to take and feed and break and hurt and leech? And Why, Why is it so damn hard to love, but easy to use? Forget hate, usury is the real problem and I’m guilty of it, my asking this question doesn’t mean I’m not, I’m just wondering is there a way out of this mode of thinking? and if so what, can it be found has it already been? It doesn’t matter if it’s easy to get there, but if it exists then it can be met. God Bless Amen.

Desire

Is desire bad? Even if it’s for a good thing is it bad? Why do we desire? and why must me? What is it about being human that makes us want for things? I ask this question because It doesn’t make sense. To me it seems to desire is to suffer, because when we want something we are in anguish without it and when we get it’s only satisfying for a moment. I read a lot of comic books…To some degree I feel that I can if I were so inclined to become addicted to them. But they cost money and they are a fleeting thing, yes i gain some insight with them and hell it puts me in the mood to write my own comic. But what’s the point? Desire is a burning thing a horrible thing…When it is felt its is like a hunger, but when it is sated does it really help? I present this question because humans are fragile and we allow ourselves to be afflicted with so much. What happens when we say enough, Enough torment, enough desire. Will we be absolved will we be free from it? or must we toil and battle it forever? God Help us. Amen

Deprive

Is it good to deprive yourself of things? How do we know when things are bad for us? I’ve been trying to figure that out recently. Now there are things that we know are bad for us, things we shouldn’t touch. Most of the time its stuff we want or like. But how do you know when something is bad for you? I deprive myself of things that I think are bad for me, it works for a bit, until somehow I decide It’s worked its way out. I don’t know if that’s a way to live. But we’ll see.

Daisy

I don’t know if I can actually stand the person I’ve become. I don’t think I’ve made as many mistakes as others. I do feel however that I did make ones that I’m not sure I can forgive myself for. However given the person I am regardless of the mistakes I wouldn’t be able to forgive them anyway. I have a few questions for God as much as on can question the Most High to any real avail. I suppose that’s between me and him/her, though I’ve always wondered why when you think bad things or say them, they can come true in an instant but you only sometimes get good things when you say them and never when you think them. My brother once said that it’s because you believe the bad stuff more. I don’t know if that’s a human predisposition or by design but i suppose it’s true. Yeah, this reality sucks but to what degree are we responsible for the things that we don’t know we should be doing and what we should not be doing. I was confronted by a mistake I made years ago and reevaluated it and realized in hindsight the points in which I could have made the right choice. I think i broke two hearts three counting my own, because at some point I lost faith in me. I choose the devil because i thought it was God talking to me, I assumed I could over come a lot. I am a fool, man is foolish to think he can do anything outside of Gods grace and not come to ruin. I’m afraid of love because I don’t think I deserve it, I’m afraid to inspire because I shouldn’t be an inspiration. I don’t feel much like a hero, i feel like a heel. I wish i had died a long time ago, before I ever lived what is now my past. I have betrayed myself and Though half of my intention was good, it wasn’t Good enough. Entropy has found me and atonement is a long road. I don’t love myself anymore, if i ever did, but by the Grace of God if I can, If i can get my soul back? If I can get back into Gods arms, I would do anything I would do anything, just for that. This is what it feels like to be outside of him/her and i don’t like it, it’s not natural. I’m realizing you don’t need to lose everything to hit rock bottom just the things that matter.

Word of Wisdom

What most people fail to realize is that the only constant is change. That being said it is safe to accept that not everyone we meet is destined to stay in our lives forever. No matter how much anyone would like to hold on, things will eventually become toxic. That is never something one needs…We should work to value the lessons we get from things and not the things we get them from. With that we will be better able to become better versions of ourselves.

Between Light And Song

By Ra’Chaun Rogers

The light of the new sun cut a path across the quilt. They slumbered beneath a dark warm world all their own; such was the womb of love. He opened his eyes recalling the name ‘Black Sea’ from dreams, dreams that reflected his life as it had been and now was. Dreams of past consorts most helpful some harmful but thankful for each one because without them he would not be with her. He looked at her in his arms, her back against his chest, As they lay on their sides completely content after a night of steaming love that cooled in the evening air, cooled, but not extinguished like stars in the night sky. He had felt apprehensive about her at first her nature was secretive and that troubled him until he learned that is was not her intention just her disposition. He had hoped one day to learn all of her secrets and in doing so the nature of the Universe itself. He descended under the covers, tracing small kisses at the small of her back, pulling moan from her lips and causing a quick chill to be sent up her spine. He moved back up and kissed her shoulders, light air string instruments played in the approaching sunlight, as music filled the room. He didn’t want to leave that spot, didn’t need to, his desire to stay there with her in his arms- warm quilt around him and her scent gracing his nostrils- was like that of a drowning man to breath. He smiled at this thought; this was it, the world he had dreamed of as a boy playing adventure with his brother and friends. That never ending world of fantasy and a romance that transcended the language he spoke, where nothing could go wrong and if it did, he could brave it. She rolled over to face him, eyes hazy but loving and kissed him sweetly on the lips, it was the good morning of lovers, a greeting that didn’t need words. It was as if the intent had been passed through the look and the lips. This was magick he thought kissing her back. She laid her head on his chest and kissed his cheek; she then took his hand and laced her fingers between his. He held it up and kissed it and she did the same, this was their ritual, familiar and old but never tiring, never faltering. Soft lyrics filled the room intensifying the feel of warmth, the as a bright sensation expanded in his heart. He looked at her again and kissed her forehead. She looked up smiled and kissed him on the lips again. Grabbing the covers, he enveloped them in the darkness of the womb of love. This was the world between Light and Song, This was the place of peace, of darkness and safety of love and acceptance, passion and joy, The world between Light and Song. This was Heaven and its many layers.

It took a Village

He had stood on the great hill over looking the Valley and saw the line of fire approaching. For months the rumors a secret invasion force had spread throughout the village as it’s leader i was sure to heed any talk of possible threat to his home. There were people who said, this force was organized by people who had once been members of the village, who went to live in the capital and realized that conquering a small hamlet with rich mining resources would gain them favor with the officials there. He knew never to compromise, his ancestors worked this land to long and to hard, under the sun and under the clouds, for it to be given up. His advisers had told him that the village would stand tall and brave this threat, but lately they showed signs of lax, of complacency, bred from his sole tireless effort. Although their were still a few who did what they could,” his war chieftain Great Thought’s heart seemed to have left the fold for one reason or another and now all campaigns and strategies were though up by him. They called him the Black Sea for a reason, he was a well spring of knowledge, did that give them the peace of mind to let him handle everything? His First Maiden, ‘Small Heart’ was under his tutelage for quite sometime, but she had found love one sun season and was caught in its grips. He could not fault her, ones own life is in fact theirs to live. His sister stood by him when she could, The Maiden of Flowers, Rose Daughter. She was a maiden still pursuing the path of her side of the family, They didn’t agree on everything She and Black Sea, but they did believe that the survival of the Village, it’s history and legacy was paramount for building a better tomorrow. Even as the capital threatened their way of life, to burn down their great culture center and ruin the minds of their young with a notion that they are nothing more than what the foreign nations say they are. It had been very hard since their Island was taken over by invaders. That was centuries ago, they stole most of the resources the island nation had and corrupted it’s people with an idea of inferiority and that the only thing they should be doing is supporting their oppressors propaganda. It sickened Black Sea and he called out to the most high for answers, but knew they were already there within him, left there through divine birth right. “Are you OK?” I turned to see my wife ‘True Speech’ , she loved her husband and did the best to understand or console his moods, sometimes it was like she took the masculine presence in the relationships. But she understood, his shoulders held a great load and she loved him for it. “I’m fine, I’m just going to the mountain.” “If you must.” She walked over and kissed him and squeezed his hand. “Be careful.” She turned and walked down the hill as the Fire approached, closer and closer. She turned toward the Village. “What shall i tell them?” She asked him as he climbed the mountain. He turned back to her and smiled. “Tell them when I come back down, We shall be ready.” He took the mountain, fast stopping at a small hut on an outcropping. Here his confidante resided, she was actually his first protege, A spiritual consort of a kind even though their relationship would never be a physical one. The ‘Lady of the Hood’ waited for him, in front of her house. She was wrapped in her traditional black robe and hooded.Years before he became leader she was banished from the village for falling in love with another maiden. When he became the chief, he asked her back, however she enjoyed the solitude now. “Hello great king.” She embraced him not quite like a lover, but close enough. “Have you prepared it?” he asked
“For you my lord.” She directed him inside. When he walked in the sweet smell of jasmine hung in the air. “Let us begin, time is short.” He sat down in front of her as she retrieved a jar and dipped her hands in it as he removed his earth tone shirt. She began rubbing the oil in the Jar on his back. As soon as the first explosion came. They were at war, when she was finished she kissed him on both cheeks and hugged him again. As he walked to the door ‘True Speech’ appeared. “My King come, it is time.”

The couple walked down the mountain, going to face an uncertain destiny, If what Lady Hood had done was successful they would be invincible. But there was always doubt, division, fear Laziness. Lady Hood stood watching her friend, and praying for his safe return .

The Freezing Fractures

The Freezing fractures
By Ra’Chaun Rogers
11/20/06

I landed here In the middle of winter, amidst a blizzard of my own thoughts. They flurried about like snow flakes, no two were alike. Each one that touched me gave me a glimpse’s of something I had long forgotten or suppressed. The image of a car riding toward me, the lights glaring in my eyes, the feeling of sweat and elation as I lay in a bed naked next to my ex-girlfriend, The sound of a punch landing squarely on my jaw as I hit the ground.
“Where are we?”
“This is what a disorganized mind looks like.” Sirius walked forward the strides he took left imprints in the floor. “ Follow me and we’ll begin fixing your fractured mind.”
As we trekked through the squall, I was treated to good thoughts however few they were, and the abundance of bad memories I had racked up over the years. Damn why do I have so many bad memories?
“Because you are both a victim of your own mind and the feelings of people around you.”
“You heard that?”
“Yes. Most your thoughts are shared in your own mind.” Sirius explained as he walked, not looking back at me.
“Most. Why not all?”
“Because the left hand doesn’t always want to know what the right hand is doing.”
We continued to walk through the corridor lined with lights that pulsed like synapses traveling through nerves. I caught small glimpse of what appeared to be myself, a familiar young woman, a child and some kind of monster within them.

“How much longer?” I covered my face in a feeble attempt to fend off the storm, which blew toward me.
“ We’re here.”
We stopped just in front of a small gray house in the midst of the storm, however as the flakes of fragmented thoughts melted into the house, thin crimson lines crept up the sides like hairline cracks in porcelain vase
“What’s this?”
“We are starting at your gray matter.” Sirius trotted up to a basement window and turned to call me over.
“What am I looking at?” I said as I walked over. “ Who is that?”
Staring into that little gray house I saw the body of a man laying in a pool of blood and four robed beings standing over him.
“He is or was the manifestation of your logical thought process.”
“And who are those four.”
“Those are parts of your psyche.”
I stood there staring at the four, one a short figure completely shrouded in a golden robe, who shook as he looked at the body on the floor. The one next to him wore a dark blue robe, which gave me a feeling of maternal warmth when I looked at it. The third was a large figure in a crimson robe whose broad shoulders expanded as it heaved up and down. He must have done the killing. I thought
Until I saw the fourth there was nothing special about him, he wore a green robe, which sparked a familiarity in my mind. I was lost in the feeling of kinship when, I saw emerald eyes staring at me from underneath a green shade, freezing me.
“Ahhh.” I feel to the ground a Sirius sank his teeth into my leg. “What the hell did you do that for?”
“Because he saw you, get up and leave.”
The sound of shuffling feet caused me to jump up and look in the house. “What’s going on.” I was not at all surprised when the house with the exception of the body was empty. “Where did they go?”
“Where do you think, they’re coming for you, now run.”
I had done as I was told stopping in my tracks to see if Sirius was behind me only to find his footprints and the four emerging figures. I started to run again, picking up speed like a train. My heart pounded like a piston and my lungs burned like an engine. Behind me I heard a cracking sound and a loud crash like porcelain hitting the floor. Suddenly I was plummeting in the dark. It seems I fell down another hole.