The Journey 596

Category: lifestyle

  • Keys: Witnessing a Sinister Cult Ritual

    Keys: Witnessing a Sinister Cult Ritual

    Finally Reaching a town, the long road has vanished behind him, the bar that he took refuge in has become empty, the bartender no longer exists, empty tables, the man refrained from sleeping until he figures out what has happened, why the sudden change in the routine. Carrying his bags and finally entering the town that he longed for years, after contemplating for hours whether to go around the town hidden from people or to go through it, withstanding their ignorance. The man goes through town, his eyes scanned the area as he walks the grounds, restless eyes, gazing at every house, corner, trees, he could see the ants trekking up the grass in the park, if he didn’t manage to hide it or control it in time, people might have thought that he is going into seizure. The man covered his head with a hoodie shielding his eyes from the surroundings as now that he have scanned the entire town, the eyes are back to normal nothing is new, everything is known.

    The man took shelter under a huge tree in the middle of the park, unaware of what is been brewing inside the houses of this dreadful town, although the man is resting but he could not sleep for until now what happened to the bar is still a mystery. The man felt strong feelings of hatred, dark thoughts looming all over town as the town people have emerged from their houses starting their day. The man could not bare what he has felt, feelings of emptiness, feelings that made him hollow. somehow the man could feel everybody’s hatred and darkness, as if they were his own, the man screamed with anger as the darkness tries to creep inside of him, pushing it away with his sheer determination that he is different from them. The sun has turned red, gloomy weather, the fog creeping all over town, a ritual is taking place under the big tree that the man was resting under, now abandoned.

    The man watching the ritual from a far, witnessing the ritual taking place has assured him of why he is on this journey. As the leader of this cult gathered his followers, you could see the sheep gathering like a herd in a pen the their Sheppard guarding the door, the leader started talking nonsense, the man could not careless of what the cult is about, he is waiting to see the aftermath of it all, whether it will work or not; whatever that is their trying to accomplish. Chanting, dancing, and drinking the whole package of a cult is being performed in public, and the public seem to gather around the ritual, the cult leader is gaining followers, “no he is recruiting”, the man said, those naïve humans, must think this is some kind of street performance. I have to stay in town for a while in order to free those humans, or leave them be and just see what happens after the ritual, who knows….

  • Vessels: Unwanted Presence

    Vessels: Unwanted Presence

    I thought it will all end, when I am done. Persistent to keep on haunting me, I have got no more ideas nor do I have the power to keep doing this. I thought it will be all over once cut all bonds, but I was wrong, it never really stopped, it was a manipulative trick, trying to lure me in with its voice, guiding me towards something that I cannot understand, except that it drains my soul whenever I get closer. It keeps on talking and the nagging is just unbearable. I ran away from everything and everyone, I am tired, I need to rest and so I bargained the voice to leave at least for a month, surprisingly it honored my wish, and so I was able to finally rest and for a whole month. I slept for a week, after that I started to plan my escape from all this messed up life and start over. I was alone yet I can feel it, always looking over my shoulder, thinking that it will finally collect what is owed.

    I started searching for a house far away from people, I looked in places that are secluded, away from all the house and stores, and there it was, my house, smacked in the middle of nowhere beside a closed gas station surrounded by the desert, it is perfect, just how I like it, no one really stops here, they no that the gas station is out of order, and so I bought the house, and suddenly I started scribbling weird symbols, seemed archaic but what could go wrong I am used to it by now, I think it is back, in anger I resisted and shouted “you gave me a month and it has been only 2 weeks 3 days”, not a word came out, just smiling at myself while continuing the art lessons. The symbols covered the whole floor, and circled the house and gas station. I kept on trying to make it talk but without any progress, it is giving me the silent treatment I guess, not that I am complaining, however due to the life that we shared together, it was not a good sign, it always resulted in me feeling empty and unable to think straight. In addition to not being able to control anything in my life, as if I was in a trance. I continued talking and nagging to it until it finally talked, “You wanted me to leave you alone, well, how are you going to stay sane if I am not there guiding you, think you will be able to survive without my help, now that I know that you are protected, this is farewell”. I had a lot of questions, however, I refrained considering the fact that it will leave me alone, finally I shall live peacefully, and so it left. Finally, I have accomplished my dream, I ended it, and now I can live peacefully away from all the creatures that could talk. The first few weeks were a bliss, everything was the way it should be, I am in control of everything, no more manipulation, no more voices, no more humans. As the years passed by, it returned but could not get to me, fortunately all the drawings, they have created a barrier, protecting me… “protecting us” from what is out there and from it.

  • Dystopia: Imprisonment

    Dystopia: Imprisonment

    They imprisoned me, tortured me for weeks, non us know what either of us are saying, there language is different than any language that I have come across, never in my life have I ever seen a language that compromises of screams, blowing raspberry, and on occasions spiting to make the communication effective. I tried to talk to them, trying to tell them that I mean no harm to them, and that I was lost in a cave, and that for some reason, when I got out of the cave I stumbled upon the Gold Town of Midgets. It was like a toddler trying to say that he wants to go out to play and that he is hungry, my communication skills were reduced to crying and hand gestures, a lot of hand gestures. How could I possibly tell them that I am not dangerous and that they can trust me to leave this gold town as soon as they let me out of this cage.

    Felt like caged bird, with all this gold couldn’t they have built a proper prison, no, how could they? felt degraded, humiliated, not because of the prison but because I was captured by impotent tiny humans. I tried convincing them for days, but with no progress, and so I decided to enjoy my new home. I stopped crying and making a fool of myself with the hand gestures. It’s been a year since I was imprisoned, I’ve got to say that this is a true life of a king, I was fed 3 meals a day, bathed, entertained by the shows that they make in front of me. I was basically their ruler, except for the cage, and no orders were actually given by me to them. After spending 3 years in the Land of Gold, I am sorry to say this but I have to continue traveling, at this point I’ve forgotten where I was headed. I cannot stay here anymore, it is so peaceful, and numbing.

    I gathered my belongings and opened the prison door, and headed out of the Land of Gold, singing as I stepped out of their land…….

  • Dystopia : Prologue

    Dystopia : Prologue

    The year is 2099, post-apocalyptic earth, everything is destroyed, people have died, animal population decreased, scarce source of food, the world has reformed again, making one huge continent linking all countries together, and so people split into groups, upside and downside. These groups were made in order to enforce order, in world where everything has returned back to what earth truly means, this meant no technology and cars. The nation brought back to the primitive era, where earth is again for everyone, meaning of property has changed to where you setup your house or camp and 10 feet from each side is yours. Everyone is freaking out, some even denying the fact that they have lost everything , while others thrive in such situations like the survivalists or who I now call “preppers”, and of course there is me. I am called the improviser, I am the one who could get out of any situation with minimum damage, a chameleon, I can blend in so fast that people start to share their secrets with me, their trust is quite admirable considering their hypocrite nature and two faced creatures. I can manipulate the any situation to however I see fit, even at my own expense sometimes, just for the sake of experiencing new things. Now, some may say that it is stupid and why would you let yourself go through that if you could manipulate the situation. My response is that life is dull, mundane routine does not satisfy me, hence I like to experience new, dangerous things, the dangerous part is less often since the accident.

    I can never forget the imprint of my face on the cement when I jumped into a construction site pit from a 30 foot tall wall, just for trying to experience the feeling of bungee jumping, of course without the bungee, hence the imprint of my face on the cement. Life is not the same, everything is a mess, chaos. It is like the earth was shaken by a giant baby, then bounced off the of the milky way. Now earth has become so dark and cold, no light, only darkness, the only light that we can get is from the bombs that those two stupid groups are throwing at each other. Everything is gone, yet mankind still surprizes me with the silly stuff that causes them to fight. Last week they fought about fuel, well, I could not see why they could not share it, well, they fought and ended up using the fuel for all the wrong reasons, so nobody benefited from it. However, now they fight about anything, today I witnessed the group killing each other over some plants, the earth is literally dirt and soil, like grow your own. You could even pour water on any soil and it will blossom. Now you are probably thinking how can they grow plants without a sun, you see when I mentioned that the earth was thrown off the milky way, that part literally happened, and in my own humble experience in astronomy, when the sun and moon become one entity, and gives off a black light with a white ring flaring around it, where way off of our sweet milky galaxy. Here the green literally thrives you don’t need seeds or any thing pour water on any dirt or soil, and you will be amazed of the things that will grow their. I once dropped some ice, and this huge monstrous plant with a mouth popped up, just like the pre historic weeds but this one can move on its own, the earth is literally its playground. Sometimes you get lucky and you grow a fruit that is twice the size of our normal fruits, and sometimes you will be followed by the plant that you have grown like a puppy that wants to chew you up.

    When everything went to hell, I had a awakening moment, and started to feel like it is probably the right time to explore and travel, while a force my way out of the fallen house…..

  • Islands and Huts

    Fear is nothing but a feeling of not knowing the outcome of a an event that is yet to occur, however it consumes us. Stranded on an island with no one but yourself, you’ll start calling for help, hoping that you are not alone, yet when you discover that your not alone but there are other people around you whom were stuck too, they just died, their death seemed peaceful at least their bones were not disturbed which suggests a normal death.

    But of WHAT ! Dammit.

    How Would I possibly know, young apprentice. Don’t fret, there is always hope.

    Rescued from the island, the place you dread to leave, however, now you are saved yet filled with emptiness, and hardship as you are now going to back to the mundane routine of your pathetic life.

    What is it you really want, child?

    I want to be free!

    Foolish dreams, child. How could you possibly be free when you lack the slightest spark of light. You are, what one calls the “True Darkness”, you don’t seek freedom, you command it and destroy anything on your way.

    You see once man was rescued from the island and brought back to the society of lies and hypocrisy, and after experiencing life without people in it on a secluded island, you would want to go back to that peace. After experiencing life alone, without the dread of smiling, masking your true feeling and comforting the insects, who instead must be smashed by the foot, however, we couldn’t just go around and start smashing insects, it will harm the environment, the whole cycle of earth shall be distrurbed.

    That is what is holding me back, their doom shall be of their own making, and I shall be there to witness their downfall….

  • Hello…Anybody…?

    Does it still work ?

  • Restart

    Entering the mind palace, recollecting the memories grasping the slightest details, the signs that I have missed. This is my last resting place until I reach the next checkpoint, not until 260Km. It is okay to stop if your vision has been blurred or been distracted, take a break and reorganize your thoughts, see where you have gone wrong and take note of it so that in the future you could avoid it. It is not about how fast you reach your goal, it is about the journey.

    The process that you go through, the little tasks that you accomplish, and the hard work you put in yourself to grow and thrive, learning new things, expanding your horizons in different fields, armoring yourself with knowledge and interpreting it in your life will change the way you live. The change that you have been looking for, the things that you wanted to do, but never gotten a chance to do them because there is something that you needed to change in your life for you to be able to accomplish it; it will all be clear to you once you have prioritized your goals. Learn that in order to achieve anything in life sacrifices has to be made, know your priorities, and proceed with your game plan, if you were able to line your dreams up in a straight line then your journey will be different, filled with great adventures from which you will thrive.

    After Achieving your goals, do not stop there, but move forward, challenge yourself, so that you will never make room for regret.

  • Over Planning

    As I reached a point where I over plan the things that I have already planned for, jotting down every detail, dividing it into manageable small tasks. Now you may wonder, what am I complaining about, well, an X in my life has a due date and I am aware of the result, yet I still make a snake game out of it, with every direction leads straight to the prize, given that there are a few alterations to the prize, however, it is a win either way.

    The sun is fading away behind the mountains, the night is creeping in, and so I must take shelter. Organized my thoughts, refurbished the plan as many times I could until I finally gave in and slept with a smile. Into the realm of thoughts, my soul started to wander joyfully as my body rested, looking for the next step, out mapping the tasks, and looking over the sacrifices that I have to make in order to thrive. Every step along the way, I take in mind the sacrifices I made, and the time it took, irreplaceable time, which keeps me motivated and able to proceed with my journey.

    A beautiful morning, fresh air, a bit windy, and the excitement for the journey increased as the air breeze blew through my hair; for the only view I could see is the road that shall take me to the place where X lies.

  • The Process…

    One step at a time a get closer, one obstacle after the other I fight in order to reach my goal, the final goal. I cannot stop thinking about it, it haunts me that I was drifting away for a long time, distracted, wasting time, not thinking straight, and above all tiring myself on things that do not matter.

    I live my life one day at a time, living in the moment grasping all the feelings and all the hard work, creating memories about the journey that I am in, for when I reach the final goal, I want to look back and see the struggle and battle that I took. Believe in the process, do not rush it, work on yourself every day, improve your skills, challenge yourself, and take risks, for a life without struggle cannot make a person thrive and grow. Listen to your heart, open your eyes, and do not bother about those who have nothing better to do than criticize and spread negativity on you. Feed your mind knowledge, and you shall prosper. Only then you will be able to realize that you are your only limit. Do not get carried away with life, do not take life for granted, I am not being pessimistic, I am just saying this because later in your life you will come to regret the things that you could have done but did not get around to doing it because you were busy “enjoying” your life the wrong way, in other words wasting your life.

    An important lesson that I have learned, if you are tired, do not quit, but rest. Here I am continuing my journey, walking into a new adventure that shall make me grow and take me closer to the final goal.

  • The Revelation

    Dear *****,
    As the work piled up, and there is no way out; fear strikes, and therefore I have come to realize that the thing that was holding me back is none other than myself, I have been blaming others for my own flaws, and there it became easier for me to quit, for when fear strikes the slightest difficulty that crosses your path, the negativity takes over and I become vulnerable, and so I start to look for something or someone to blame for the things that I must accomplish but scared of the result, and so backing out was the solution.

    There it goes, I was that pathetic person who is so afraid of failure that I avoid challenges when I am left alone, and so I do not even try. However, even in that, I have failed, thankfully. Thinking that avoiding the challenges will keep me safe, but soon I started to have feelings of pity and sadness about myself, teaching me that in order to grow challenges must be taken. I said that even in failure I have failed because in order to be a failure you constantly drive away from difficult situations, well that does not go well with me for I get myself into things and then I manage to finish them.

    The moral of the story is pushing yourself to achieve your goals, even if it is far from your grasp, work hard, take on the obstacles, fight for your dreams and accomplish your goals. Do not give up halfway through, or when things get tough, learn to rest but never quit. Look how far you have come, and then you will realize that anything is achievable if you set your mind to it.

    Yours Faithfully,

    ***** *******

    P.S. Do not over plan ever, for that will make you procrastinate, then you will end up accomplishing nothing.