The Journey 596

Tag: Dream

  • 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….

  • Dystopia: Soul, Mind and Body

    Dystopia: Soul, Mind and Body

    I walked for day, everything around me is changing, I dont know what is going on, but I kept pushing through, clutching upon my heart as everything turned black. Is it night time already, it was still in the afternoon or morning I am not sure, the only thing that I am sure of is that there was light, and suddenly I am in abyss. I sighed, and kept on moving, defying my urges to stop and panic, I pushed through until I reached the end of the road, I hit my head on something, I touched it and it seems like a wall. I panicked and started running all over the place creating a cross, it is as I feared, I am trapped.

    Purgatory, hell, call it whatever you like, is it the end? I asked myself, trying to calm my weary soul, “Yes! child, you have completed your journey, rest your weary soul, Oh Righteous child leave be the world of man, leave the pain and corruption, rest here and you don’t have to worry ever again”, as I saw myself laying in the grave, how can I possibly calm my soul, when I am trying to decide which one of me is the real me. I sat beside the grave looking at myself, I am peaceful, I guess we are peaceful. You would figure that I am at shock as I sat there beside myself, however I was trying to shift bodies, I was trying to somehow place my soul in the dead body, in an attempt to revive it, I don’t want to be alone, I hate people, I figured if I want a friend, what better than myself to befriend. I kept trying for days, every book that I have read, every journal I have collected over the years were all talking about souls, possession, and black magic, it was all for protecting myself from the danger of the wielders, I never thought I would use them, I never thought that I would need them and for what to create a friend. Its no use I could not make it happen, the voice came back scolding me “Haven’t I taught you better, Haven’t I praised you enough, accept your resting place or forever wander aimlessly for the goal you are seeking is to die and finally be over with this treacherous life. I wanted to argue that after everything that I have went through and the milky way Ping-Pong that I witnessed, and now that life is beautiful and just how I like it, you want me to die, but then I would seem like a psychopath, and so I refrained and did what I always do to this voice, ignore it, like it never existed.

    A strange creature with long limbs appeared, it stared at me for a long minute and then stormed towards me, I felt the blood rushing towards my heart I never felt an adrenalin rush like this before, it was amazing , except for the fact that I am now pinned and being strangled by this creature.

  • Dystopia: Frostbite

    Dystopia: Frostbite

    The water is freezing cold, I struggled to get out of the water, feeling numb , I cannot feel a thing except for the cold wind that is practically freezing the inside of my skull. I tried and tried until I was about to give up, however in situations like these, one must be like me an opportunist, Master Of The Improvisation Art, I started to slowly drown until I found a bunch of seal like creatures but the size of a blue whale racing towards the hole in the ice that I was trying to get out of, and so I instead of drowning, I decided to use the sealwhales, creative isnt it… okay moving on I used the stampede to force myself out of the water.

    It was my only way out of the freezing cold water, its nice and warm now, I can feel my body defrosting like a frozen turkey on thanksgiving morning, ignoring the fact that It was supposed to be cold, I am in the freaking Antarctica or whatever, maybe iceland, but I was surrounded by snow,ice, aaaand water. The thing is that the plan worked, I got out of the freezing cold water, but the thing is I didnt get pushed of the water into the land or ice for that matter, I got swallowed by the sealwhale. I will be freaking out if it wasnt warm and nice inside this creature, let me enjoy this as long as I can withstand this. I rested for a while, to regain my strength then I started to investigate the creature, a biopsy like this while the creature is still breathing and moving around, I starting poking things until I was shot of the creature when he vomited, not sure why I felt offended, I did.

    I continued my journey, heading towards something, something that I cant seem to remember, but I know the path to it, why cant I remember my goal, why cant I remember anything except for the road that leads to that thing. Something vague, but it is somehow important. I walked, walked, and walked for days.

  • Dystopia: The Lost City

    Dystopia: The Lost City

    I jumped into the ocean. I floated for days, not a single creature on sight, I kept looking at earths new sky upgrade, it is strange, I know that we have drifted away from the milky way but why is the sky raining goo, should I be worried? The good thing is that I am in the water nothing can harm me, except for the unexpected moon swings that makes the waves still at times and at times you wish you were hit by a freaking tsunami, instead of being submerged continuously wave after wave. My skin is getting all wrinkly, I decided to go back to the frying pan that is nowhere to be found, I did not move, I just jumped and floated near the tower, what caught my attention was the sky seems like falling, a quick side note, which is totally irrelevant to the current situation is that I get distracted easily if things were not planned or in a certain routine. Either the sky is falling, water levels have risen, or I am getting loopy. Excited that I will get to see the stars and planets up close, however the idea of not being able to breath was slightly concerning.

    “Not to worry” I calmed myself as I dove into the ocean, thinking of seeking refuge underwater, like people actually lived underwater, sarcastically blaming my love for the lost city and captain Nemo. I kept diving and diving, I witnessed a dome just a few feet away, I found the lost city or is just the side effect of losing air and water pressure. I guess this is where my story shall end, death by drowning. A 200 fathoms under the ocean, I woke up inside the dome, guess rescuing the only human under the ocean was inevitable, by the Atlanteans. I though that they were humans like us, but they are not, they have a body of a human but everyone seems to have a flat face with just a mouth and eyes that are placed on the far end of each side, weird yet interesting; I would certainly not make fun or make them feel uncomfortable for their looks, they saved my life. As they spoke I felt like home, creatures speaking my language for some strange reason I felt proud. I was instructed to bedrest for 40 days.

    I stayed in their egg like pods that they call bed for 40 days, feeling the energy running through my body, I could not feel thirst nor hunger, I was incubated, or studied not sure yet, but they seem friendly.

  • 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…..

  • Weary Body

    Weary Body

    Consumed by words that I simply cannot write nor will I be able to share with anyone. My mind never stops, it keeps on reminding me of the things that was, is and what will be moving forward. It worries me, who will take care of my family when I am gone, who will comfort the poor sad creatures, mourning the loss of I.

    This is not farewell, it cannot be, I will not let this happen, said with great arrogance, as if I have a say in such a matter. Slowly weakening as the days pass by, I can feel my soul fading. Purgatory awaits for thy soul, lust for chaos, and a taste for blood, a worthy place to rest thy old soul.

    Soulless body, empty, feeling the abys within my being, there is no more anger nor feelings. Oh peaceful logic, the unnecessary drive has finally succumbed to the poisoned wounds and departed to his beloved resting place. I am now in total control of the choices that I take, I no longer have to fight for silly decisions such as food, drinks, or important life choices, for I am now the boss of my own life.

    Everything that happens here on after, I and only I shall be accountable for, I cannot blame the soul, I must take full responsibility of my actions. Mistakes never happened, tears never shed, smiles never frowned, eyes never tired… The crystal palace has emerged, I am now at peace.

  • Plan B ?

    A friend once told me, always have a plan B, now it’s not a bad tip, however the context that he used it in is. Lack of loyalty, trust, and respect may cause some conflicts in any relationship. Over the years of trekking through life, I have faced a lot, yet to whomever have wronged me, I had nothing to say nor do except for a smile and trying to grasp their lesson.

    It is a story after all, whether you like to be part of it or not, it is up to you. When a chapter ends, a new one begins, and therefore, my dearest friend if you think that your part in my story is done, our memories can never be forgotten, I will cherish them, they are fun memories to be honest, with it’s ups and downs. The good thing about stories is that you can end a characters journey, or make an alternate universe with predictions of what could have happened. For someone that never wore a mask, nor did he ever hated anyone, I want to let you know that I am there for you if you ever needed me, when everyone leaves you. The friends that you brag about, have fun with them while it lasts, later you will know the difference.

    Friends are the family that you choose, maybe I got somethings wrong, missed the facts, or simply ignored it.

  • Starting Over

    Standing on top of the mountain, breathing heavily, anxious, for I am about to start my journey. I am thankful for everything that has happened in the past, and for the friends that I have gained over the years, and I am thankful for the choices that I made, for I learned valuable lessons. Farewell to the past, farewell to the memories, and a new book shall unfold.

    A new chapter is about to begin, as I start to descend from the mountain, heading towards the foggy forest, a long deserted path, that no one has walked on before, this time it feels the right one, and so I am creating my path here. It is a long road, and I am going to meet new people who shall take part in my journey, and then we will part ways for each one has their dream to follow.

    Do not get caught in the moment because once you do you it will be hard to focus on your goal. There is time for everything, so enjoy life, but knowing how to prioritise, and having what it takes to stay focused, be presistent is what makes a difference.

  • Who Is The Writer ?

    Every morning, I take my fountain pen and journal along with me to the beach, sitting in my favorite spot, where the beautiful breeze hit my head, refreshing my thoughts, the view of the endless sea, ignites my imagination, and the sound of the waves crashing on the beach, calming the rush in my heart.

    Opening the journal, skimming through the past, slowly I enter a state of trance where I relive the past that has been recorded in the journal, it ends as it reaches the empty. A blank page where I choose the setting, the characters, the plot, the resolution, and finally the conflict. Continuing the story that is far from ending, as each day there is a plot twist that prevents me from ending it. As though I am writing a story that does not belong to me, no matter how many times I try to end it, a shadowy character enters the story, making tiny changes to leave the story unresolved.

    I have tried capturing this ghostly figure many times, unfortunately, as soon as I get closer to him, my part in the story begins, and it knows that it is important to me, and so I am writing a story, in a story that has already been written.

    “There Is Still Hope”