2012-01-30
"[We] mortal born are thought forms of the gods. [We] are not “ronin” or ”decentralized”; [we] serve Them consciously or not, as Their Will Made Manifest. [We] nightkind are a team whether [we] know it or not. [We] Good-Dark souled need to stop listening to cowans; our ears, tuned to the gods and daimons, will hear how to manifest creation helping to bring a Second Golden Age."
-Daimon Born, mortal-born manifested
PS - My Daimon says Konstantinos is correct about the soul-type hypothesis; we can use it to understand our*mortal-born*selves. There only should be two soul types, not four, but because we abuse our Free Will, both the Good-Light and Good-Dark have their Fallen; the Evil-Light, and Evil-Dark. They could be wearing neon, pastel, glow-in-the-light white, but if your "Phase Shifted Vision" picks up on the fact they have a Good-Dark Soul Type, they are one of us. NOT necessarily a nocturnal witch, yet, but the soul-type is our... Mark, our Fingerprint, our Tattoo. What we wear does not change our Soul-Type; that we are souls having a mortal-born experience means we change flesh as easily as we change clothes; new reincarnation, new skin suit. *Fight Club movie "You are not your..., or your ..., or ..."*
We are thought forms, the Good-Dark Soul Type thingy *spell, thing within us; dunno* deals with how we perceive, think, what we say, what we do, and what we do not think, say or do. Good-Dark is the "WHY we do the things we do, and do them that particular way; method". Soul-types deal with our inner "BIOS"; the core program analogy to a computer is, close.
After the BIOS we get a species designation; considering the gods invented The Universe, we could end up on any life-supporting planet.
Pt. I - Why we reincarnated, this time, is last. Our "individuality" is within the perspective of our soul-type, and species designation; skin colour, gender, sexual preference, good at math, bad at chess, blah blah blah is part of the personal reason we reincarnate. We were also "assigned" here.
Pt. II - Why we reincarnated, this time, this world; we are thought forms, golems, pawns, puppets, servants, serfs, "the little dudes"; supposed to manifest creation that is Pantheoi inspired, Daimon Born, Mortal Born Manifested. We skin jobs, are midwife and nanny. The nursery worker in an ant colony. Our employee benefits include happiness, global peace, personal contentment, "really really" cool music, dance, and all other arts. For you ADHD/ADD'ers out there...no more emo.
Or we can abuse our Free Will and get what you and I and we have, right now. Environmental desecration *yes, desecration; from the perspective of a fucking Nature Worship religion, that SUV, is a sin*, war, slavery, racism, sexism, homophobia, politicians pulling temper-tantrums *expect us to invade Iran*, and holy pookies, another round of budgeting for the still-born "DARE Program", and the neutered and declawed "War on Drugs"; chocolate, coffee, cigarettes, alcohol, salt, Panera, high-fructose-corn-syrup, tweet whoring, porn, and all other endorphin enducing means...yep, its gone underground. 0.o
Not really a "choice" then, is it?
I am,
everything is,
a thought form.
*WOW!* *Head.go.boom*
I am,
I can,
feel again.
Dark Gods and Goddesses United, thank you for being you.
My Daimon, you can has cuddles; thank you for being the messenger of this epifany.
-"Back to the Shadows, pfft; I never left."