01 May We’re All Dreaming of Castles

For me, it all stemmed from a great deal of suppression and depression. Only from there, was I able to begin to see the truths, to experience the other ways, the distant paths, and the visions of some restless seas. Upon stumbling into such a place where my darkness was all that kept me company, I had begun to finally learn to fight. For wars and battles like no other took place during those days, and awhile you fought beside me, I knew that cycles and strange time were bound to begin again.

The sun has finally gracefully set on those Plains I had traveled on eras ago, and while that place is now finally at rest, part of me, part of my soul, cannot help but go back to those distant mornings where love and light flourished at it’s best. Those times were unmatched, but they left me unguarded, and unprepared for the chaos that was soon to take place. I knew none of you could save me then, for terminally I was ill, sprawled out on some floorboards which creaked from the cold that crept inside during those dark and lonely evenings. I knew I was at my end, for I had lost that battle and what was to follow I was completely ignorant of. For it was my end that ultimately brought upon something different, a new life, a new path, that would erase all that I had once cherished and held so dearly, right before my very eyes.

Many of us are of the shadows. And while we leave out from between these walls on a consistent basis, we tire ourselves again and again only to return back to them, to continue to fight, to continue the seemingly infinite war that rages on from inside of this darkness. My eyes have grown tired throughout this past, and while it still remains unknown to me, something has begun to grow weaker inside, while something else has at the same time begun to grow much stronger. By some odd and mysterious grace, I have been saved, but not forcefully, but in full acceptance and acknowledgement of grace itself.  The duration of this salvation still remains unknown to me, as they have whispered out from above that true salvation awaits, but until then these lands must be treaded upon.

And as I make my way through this strange place, I have come to realize that it was not this place that I was required to overcome, but something entirely different. For we all know now that from cold platforms which had lay within vast and empty stations, contained the counterbalance that had set off the very motion which had begun this shift, none of this is a surprise, no more. For I saw the future, but chose to overlook it’s message, for trust was strong then, though many would argue, that trust in essence is naivety.

I dream that one day I shall become like them. Vast, infinite, towering, and bright. For I feel the proper foundation has already been set for such heights to take place. I sense the 4th treads not too far from here, so as I take my leave I am only left with the artifacts and the echo’s of all that once was of this place, and visions of what will be. I must now reach the greater ends of these lands and pursue all they have to offer, for now that I have truly been set free, my search will only continue.

“You are now an echo, lost at the bottom of some turbulent seas. You can never truly be erased, for you are of the infinite. I pray that you never burnout, like stardust, but instead remain glimmering like the distant morning sun. We will continue to fight for the others, we will continue the search for the others, we will continue to strive for the In-Between. For near the edge of every castle, lies both a few of the vast depth of the below, as well as the infinite landscape of what lies forward and beyond. And that’s where I shall head now.”