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 20 Oct 2006 @ 01:24
Some woods are a refuge for the weary traveler. Others are a snare and filled with bitter waters and angry roots that claw and gnaw upon the unsuspecting. Sojourner finds a kind and wise old tree that warns him to watch his steps. More >
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 20 Oct 2006 @ 01:06
Thickets and thorn-laced vine entwine into dark nightmarish forests. Foul eyes follow the vexed souls traversing their lands and the lost are quickly ensnared in their trappings. More >
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 8 Oct 2006 @ 23:10
The Seer was a brilliant man, the greatest spell-breaker of his times. He was able to read signs and interpret dreams, but he was also as forgetful as any child with a severe attention deficit disorder, forever forgeting where he was going or what he was doing at a given moment. He was always solving riddles in his mind, anticipating the enemies' next move, or pondering the meaning of Sacred Texts; but he would also find himself late for appointments or forgetting them altogether.
The object he lost most frequently was his staff, at least every other day. He chided himself, "Where did I lay it this time? I'm more concerned with the events of other realms than here where I'm standing at this given moment! Drat this horrible memory of mine!"
Here in this picture, the Seer is relieved to have found the golden staff by a tree. More >
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 8 Oct 2006 @ 23:01
Cartemay walked the earth for thousands of years. One day he slid into deep prayer while in meditation and he began to disappear. As his friend Leeda watched on, first his arms, his face, and then his legs disappeaed. He appeared a walking headless ghost until soon after his garments also followed. Cartemay transported into a place outside the known Seven Realms, beyond the gaze of his enemies. This place existed between Heaven and Earth. He was aware of everything happening on this Earth he was standing on, but the Seer also saw a far off wonder, a Living Light whose power was great and terrible, sitting on a throne more colorful and radianct than a vivid rainbow.
Whenever Cartemay returned his appearance occurred in reverse order, first his garments and staff, followed by his body. At times when need required a sudden return, the violence of his appearing tore the atmostphere, sending forth violent streams of lightening, smoke, and bright flickering lights. More >
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 8 Oct 2006 @ 22:50
Cartemay was a wicked king in the days when our world came under vicious attack by beasts from another realm. The king turned from his evil ways and rallied the nations in time to help tens of thousands to safety just before two thirds of the remaining lands fell into the sea. Because of this act of bravery and selflessness he was chosen as a Watchman over the nations.
The Earth's danger never passed. The enemy only went into hiding, abiding their time until they were strong enough to strike again. The destruction of our world was vital to their plans to retake their own celestial realm. Their Spell Weavers hung shroud-like enchantments, slung from the sky like spiders' webs of oppression.
These webs were cruel, filled with dellusions causing humans to be filled with bitterness and envy, leading to wars and broken families. Here in this picture Cartemay passes between heaven and earth to study the spell's devices. When he reappears amidst flames and shock waves, the spell is broken.
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True love is more than a feeling, it's an act of the will. Feelings can be fleeting, and should be the tail in our decision making process, and never the head. In other words, if I don't feel like loving today, I should not avoid doing what love requires on that basis. If someone needs me, I must look at our relationship, and make an informed choice to sometimes show love when I least feel like it.
We understand that parents must be there for children, even when they anger us, or disappoint us. This same principle is true for all relationships. |
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If I waited to do the right thing until I was "moved" to do the right thing, most times, the right thing wouldn't get done. For this reason, we need a hierarchy of values and principles. For me, love is the highest value. If I pass someone in need, I may not feel particularly loving on that day. In fact, helping them may be an inconvenience, or worse. It may cost me. It's not what we do that we 'feel like doing', that often defines us, but what we do when we don't feel much like doing it. I can hug someone who makes me feel squishy with delight. It's hugging those I don't feel like hugging, because in my will, I do care, that defines me. If I care, but my feelings are disconnected, this doesn't make me insincere. It makes me realize that sometimes my feelings lag behind what I know to be right. Often, I have reached out to people that I didn't really feel warm feelings for. In fact, some were difficult and cold. However, I often was rewarded by seeing the light of life sparked in their eyes. Sometimes we are like a match that kindles a warm flame in a cold fireplace. They have the fuel, but need someone to light it. I have never regreted the risks of love, but have often regreted not taking the risk. Love the unlovely. Love the seemingly unloveable. I don't mean you should risk putting yourself before hostility. In that case, you might want to get a second or third opinion. But in most cases, we pass cold and distant people, and they seem as walking dead. Sometimes its simply because of fear and inner loneliness, and they are beaten down and afraid to open up. The risks of love pale in comparrison to the rewards. |
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