Post by indi on Dec 30, 2020 19:29:00 GMT -5
There’s a chair in my head, on which I used to sit. Took a pencil and I wrote the following on it.
It’s just a room, truly nothing remarkable about it at all. Just four blank walls and a non-descript floor, lighting that is soft but not a glow, low but not a strain on the eyes. A perfectly average space, centered around a perfectly average chair. And the perfectly average chair is seated before an intricately carved vanity. Three matching ovals, equal in shape with mirrored glass so old the nothingness of the room would appear warped in the reflection.
“...I’m not myself you see.”
Atop the chair is a girl, a celestial body of light and energy. Once exceptional, once a beacon for the lost and the free; but it's not the loss of golden achievement that leaves her staring back at something so unremarkable. Fingers with pink painted nails reach out to touch the glass, the surface rippling as though it were water, fluid under her fingertips.
“I’ve been so lost, for long before the night when all I worked for was stripped from me. Instead my missing self was left behind, in another's reality.”
The first mirror, just to the right of the blonde haired starqueen, flickers with a lack of light until her reflection comes into view. The reflection is not the same as the girl who sits before it, where her eyes are blue pools of celestial infinity, the reflection has eyes as black as pitch. A mouth lined with teeth sharp as knives. Her hair no longer golden waves, but slick and black like oil instead. Skin pallid and wet against her skeletal frame.
“O well done! I commend your pains; every one shall share in the gains; so now about the cauldron sing, enchanting all that you put in.”
The words slip from reflections lips; tone sticky and slow like molasses in the mind, catching hold where it doesn’t belong and leaving echoes of its presence in her wake.
The left now, flickers to life. All that the right is, the left is not. Where she shows only darkness, you see pure light. Soft skin that shimmers with stardust; hair soft as the edges of the galaxies themselves and as golden as the sun herself. Eyes a sea of violet and blues; Iris’ lit with wonders unspoken. Plump pink lips, satin soft and inviting.
“Sometimes, I don’t even recognise myself anymore… I give, I have given, so much. And for what? To be prodded and pushed about like a child on tarmac. That wasn’t, isn’t, my purpose and it never has been. Now I stare down a man who doesn’t want to be there, one who stumbled back out of convenience.”
As opposition in looks would suggest, her tone was smooth and rich like velvet, encircling your mind and drawing you back to the first time those words were spoken, a look back, and forwards, into the Galactic princess as she stands tiptoed at the precipice of herself once more.
Both hands, one from the left and one from the right; stroke across the surface on that center pane. But still there’s no reflection that arrives. No marriage of the two sides; who she is, who she was, who she wants to be. Expectant and with held breath she stares back at the reflection of nothingness, where the most she of all three shes, should be.
Nothing.
“I wanted to believe in the good, in the light and the guidance but instead I slipped. My toes fell off the edge before I was ready to dive and what carried me was the ghost of another… A mother;
Abandoned as a sprawling infant after knowing not even a moment of adoration or safety in her arms. I sought out answers, in the ring, in the tales that were told - perhaps the searching is what so easily saw me lose myself. No more pride in where I have been, no more blind faith in the universe and her omnipotent guidance.
I followed him across the void and when I came back, it was different. For a fleeting moment I knew what it was to hold that I had worked for and I felt… empty in the nothingness.”
It was as though she then understood, staring into the darkness where a reflection had failed to settle. Her true self, her essence was still lost in that same grasp. It would not return simply because she willed it.
Slick oil like fingers tried to reach from the mirror, a guided hand rising to slam the side closed, erasing not only the empty mirror from her view but also the wickedness that had seeped and lived within her bones.
“You know that same pain, don’t you wolf? The longings of once was with no view as to what will be. We are both one foot behind where we once stood; alike in failure and perhaps in spirit. But unalike all the same. I could follow the ideals of those who were our successors; talk little of your achievements and abilities, to dispel any belief that you have a hope in defeating me. But the truth is that the only person who can truly defeat me is myself. In understanding my longing I am also aware of what I lack, that my need and drive to go back in order to come forward, could lead to my own destruction…
What I have come to know, to see in the empty space where I once was; is that a victory is only as important as the prize. There is no honor,, no delight in standing tall over others when all you know of yourself is lost. And so, Miles was right… I need to restart my journey, I need to find my true path to ascension. And step one begins with you, Daniel.
A beginning born from an end, where I seek the enlightenment that once guided my every move, you slink further into the darkness. I don’t or won’t judge the choices you have made that led you here I will not question the idea of you facing off against me; a crash of the titans on an uneven keel - the tilt of the universe means that we are all equal and un-equal at any given time.
All I will do is pull from my soul, look into myself for what I cannot see before me. My father was the Greatest wrestler in the world, to the eyes of a six year old girl with a hope and a dream. IT was his honor that led me here, his teaching that guided me.
I have waged wars and fought battles with nothing to my side but the universe herself and it is that Indi, that stood victorious on the canvas battlefields. You may be on a journey of your own, but you are not the main character in this story.
I am not merely a princess, an explorer, a celestial being that draws upon the all-knowing to find myself in good standing. I, Daniel MacNamara, as a wrestler. And as many may have forgotten, I am a DAMN good one.
So take no offence that my story does not focus on your weakness or all the things the world has already told you that you lack. No great novel was ever read for the story of a supporting cast.”
A turn of the head and the face of Indi Rhyder. Not a reflection or an ideal of her. But the Girl with stars in her hair, the Universe’s Galactic Princess, cavernous blue eyes and tired circles beneath. Porcelain skin a little less glowing with celestial form that it used to, stares back at you.
“Hey buds!
It’s been a while!
Who’s ready for an adventure??”
Camper Van Fire ‘likely an Electrical fault.”
Wednesday January 30th
A DRAMATIC fire that could be seen from surrounding towns was probably started because of a mechanical fault, firefighters have said.
Crews were called to an off-road racing track on Tuesday afternoon after a 911 call about a camper on fire.
Three teams from Defence Fire and Rescue Service, raced to the scene with a water carrier and Emergency first responders.
When they arrived the owner had already disconnected some of the extremely flammable gas cylinders, before disappearing and is yet to be found.
Firefighters, wearing breathing equipment, then shuttled water across the abandoned motocross track before finding ways to move closer in the 'remote location' and using jets and hose reels to wash it out.
Speaking to the media the crew said: "The fire accidentally started in the camper most likely due to a mechanical failure."
Local officers are asking anyone with information relating to the fire/the owner of the vehicle to please come forward. The blackened remains of the vehicle will be disposed of after 14 days if it is not claimed.
We want to commend the quick action taken by Fire and Rescue services and Emergency Response Unit on Tuesday afternoon.
In an emergency always call 911.
It’s just a room, truly nothing remarkable about it at all. Just four blank walls and a non-descript floor, lighting that is soft but not a glow, low but not a strain on the eyes. A perfectly average space, centered around a perfectly average chair. And the perfectly average chair is seated before an intricately carved vanity. Three matching ovals, equal in shape with mirrored glass so old the nothingness of the room would appear warped in the reflection.
“...I’m not myself you see.”
Atop the chair is a girl, a celestial body of light and energy. Once exceptional, once a beacon for the lost and the free; but it's not the loss of golden achievement that leaves her staring back at something so unremarkable. Fingers with pink painted nails reach out to touch the glass, the surface rippling as though it were water, fluid under her fingertips.
“I’ve been so lost, for long before the night when all I worked for was stripped from me. Instead my missing self was left behind, in another's reality.”
The first mirror, just to the right of the blonde haired starqueen, flickers with a lack of light until her reflection comes into view. The reflection is not the same as the girl who sits before it, where her eyes are blue pools of celestial infinity, the reflection has eyes as black as pitch. A mouth lined with teeth sharp as knives. Her hair no longer golden waves, but slick and black like oil instead. Skin pallid and wet against her skeletal frame.
“O well done! I commend your pains; every one shall share in the gains; so now about the cauldron sing, enchanting all that you put in.”
The words slip from reflections lips; tone sticky and slow like molasses in the mind, catching hold where it doesn’t belong and leaving echoes of its presence in her wake.
The left now, flickers to life. All that the right is, the left is not. Where she shows only darkness, you see pure light. Soft skin that shimmers with stardust; hair soft as the edges of the galaxies themselves and as golden as the sun herself. Eyes a sea of violet and blues; Iris’ lit with wonders unspoken. Plump pink lips, satin soft and inviting.
“Sometimes, I don’t even recognise myself anymore… I give, I have given, so much. And for what? To be prodded and pushed about like a child on tarmac. That wasn’t, isn’t, my purpose and it never has been. Now I stare down a man who doesn’t want to be there, one who stumbled back out of convenience.”
As opposition in looks would suggest, her tone was smooth and rich like velvet, encircling your mind and drawing you back to the first time those words were spoken, a look back, and forwards, into the Galactic princess as she stands tiptoed at the precipice of herself once more.
Both hands, one from the left and one from the right; stroke across the surface on that center pane. But still there’s no reflection that arrives. No marriage of the two sides; who she is, who she was, who she wants to be. Expectant and with held breath she stares back at the reflection of nothingness, where the most she of all three shes, should be.
Nothing.
“I wanted to believe in the good, in the light and the guidance but instead I slipped. My toes fell off the edge before I was ready to dive and what carried me was the ghost of another… A mother;
Abandoned as a sprawling infant after knowing not even a moment of adoration or safety in her arms. I sought out answers, in the ring, in the tales that were told - perhaps the searching is what so easily saw me lose myself. No more pride in where I have been, no more blind faith in the universe and her omnipotent guidance.
I followed him across the void and when I came back, it was different. For a fleeting moment I knew what it was to hold that I had worked for and I felt… empty in the nothingness.”
It was as though she then understood, staring into the darkness where a reflection had failed to settle. Her true self, her essence was still lost in that same grasp. It would not return simply because she willed it.
Slick oil like fingers tried to reach from the mirror, a guided hand rising to slam the side closed, erasing not only the empty mirror from her view but also the wickedness that had seeped and lived within her bones.
“You know that same pain, don’t you wolf? The longings of once was with no view as to what will be. We are both one foot behind where we once stood; alike in failure and perhaps in spirit. But unalike all the same. I could follow the ideals of those who were our successors; talk little of your achievements and abilities, to dispel any belief that you have a hope in defeating me. But the truth is that the only person who can truly defeat me is myself. In understanding my longing I am also aware of what I lack, that my need and drive to go back in order to come forward, could lead to my own destruction…
What I have come to know, to see in the empty space where I once was; is that a victory is only as important as the prize. There is no honor,, no delight in standing tall over others when all you know of yourself is lost. And so, Miles was right… I need to restart my journey, I need to find my true path to ascension. And step one begins with you, Daniel.
A beginning born from an end, where I seek the enlightenment that once guided my every move, you slink further into the darkness. I don’t or won’t judge the choices you have made that led you here I will not question the idea of you facing off against me; a crash of the titans on an uneven keel - the tilt of the universe means that we are all equal and un-equal at any given time.
All I will do is pull from my soul, look into myself for what I cannot see before me. My father was the Greatest wrestler in the world, to the eyes of a six year old girl with a hope and a dream. IT was his honor that led me here, his teaching that guided me.
I have waged wars and fought battles with nothing to my side but the universe herself and it is that Indi, that stood victorious on the canvas battlefields. You may be on a journey of your own, but you are not the main character in this story.
I am not merely a princess, an explorer, a celestial being that draws upon the all-knowing to find myself in good standing. I, Daniel MacNamara, as a wrestler. And as many may have forgotten, I am a DAMN good one.
So take no offence that my story does not focus on your weakness or all the things the world has already told you that you lack. No great novel was ever read for the story of a supporting cast.”
A turn of the head and the face of Indi Rhyder. Not a reflection or an ideal of her. But the Girl with stars in her hair, the Universe’s Galactic Princess, cavernous blue eyes and tired circles beneath. Porcelain skin a little less glowing with celestial form that it used to, stares back at you.
“Hey buds!
It’s been a while!
Who’s ready for an adventure??”
Camper Van Fire ‘likely an Electrical fault.”
Wednesday January 30th
A DRAMATIC fire that could be seen from surrounding towns was probably started because of a mechanical fault, firefighters have said.
Crews were called to an off-road racing track on Tuesday afternoon after a 911 call about a camper on fire.
Three teams from Defence Fire and Rescue Service, raced to the scene with a water carrier and Emergency first responders.
When they arrived the owner had already disconnected some of the extremely flammable gas cylinders, before disappearing and is yet to be found.
Firefighters, wearing breathing equipment, then shuttled water across the abandoned motocross track before finding ways to move closer in the 'remote location' and using jets and hose reels to wash it out.
Speaking to the media the crew said: "The fire accidentally started in the camper most likely due to a mechanical failure."
Local officers are asking anyone with information relating to the fire/the owner of the vehicle to please come forward. The blackened remains of the vehicle will be disposed of after 14 days if it is not claimed.
We want to commend the quick action taken by Fire and Rescue services and Emergency Response Unit on Tuesday afternoon.
In an emergency always call 911.