...and I can see you running though the fields of sorrow.
For you, mortals who don't know about the art of music itself, the title of this entry comes from the song "Coil," from Opeth's newest album "Watershed."
Certainly you don't know anything about them.
And, for everything I can say right now is... GO AND BUY THE FUCKING RECORD.
I just received mine this morning, you know, the Super-Deluxe Special Edition 
It took me awhile to absorb the majesty of this masterpiece, but everything comes into place again.
Mr. Akerfeldt is a fucking genius.
What else did you expect from Sweden?
Oh my fucking God...
Here it comes.
I'm sorry...
I have returned.
I've never used Mindsay to clear my thoughs in this manner, but I think tonight it's going to be the only way in which I'll get things straight.
Saturday evening. Downtown Oregon.
I have never paid attention to the special sight the night brings into my room. The curtains have fallen, with just a tiny crack in the middle of the intersection, letting the fading light lit the room in a awesomely delicate manner. The room itself is dark. The only sound are from my hands, craving my feelings into the keyboard on my computer.
Okay, shall I continue now?
My future is at peril. Well, kind of. More like my sentimental value. Iris has returned to Portland, seeking a Ph.D in Physics. To the Mindsay community: Iris is my ex-girlfriend. She left to New York approximately three years ago. I was 21. What happened between us was a triangle in which I don't want to fall ever again. That's why I'm scared.
I met Iris while attending High School. We were in different groups. By the time I had fallen in love with her she was 'dating' someone who didn't give a shit about her feelings. This happened when I turned into my nineteenth anniversary. I was looking for new senses and a bigger reasoning within the romantic period. There was something in her which I couldn't capture immediately. It was the way she moved, the happiness she transmited when I looked into her eyes. And her incredible intellect was something I couldn't explain. She was perfect, except for the bastard who had her.
I introduced myself in her life. We got to know each other. We shared important opinions about our reality - a philosopher and a physician working in action. But there was this asshole. Bluntly, I told her she was excepcional, and that I wished to hope to be involved with her. She felt the same.
We had different times of conversation, where the fact of me loving her and exactly the opposite with her current boyfriend was evident. He was just playing with her. Poor woman, intelligent enough to offer the most complex of explanations to life but unable to properly see what was being done with her heart.
She had more issues with her boyfriend. She decided to let bullshits go. She wanted something more to her life. And, correct, I was the one who was there for her. It wasn't jealously. I was realization that we could grow up together as a couple. She knew it. At first I was afraid that this guy would come at me and send his army against me. Because, let's face it, he was a man that we could categorize as "reduntantly stupid." He went to clubs. He was studying "International Commerce." It was obvious to assume he didn't wanted and wished the same things in the world as her.
After the storm, we were a couple during what was left of High School.
We had incredible times. We laughed together until the moon decided to go and let the sun lit things up. We traveled the entire States in my car, searching, enjoying. We had plans to realize. But still... there was something deep in her mind after a year and a half of relationship. She told me he kept dreaming about her ex-boyfriend. Dreams in which he told her he still loved her and such. Her doubts increased dramatically, to the point where we could hardly speak the way we used to as lovers. We were becoming "best friends." That hurts, you know?
Finally, after several argues, we broke up. It was enough for me to keep listening about the 'thing' she didn't got over.
Imagine this: You consider your current girlfriend as the most precious feeling you had at a particular moment, and later, you discover it was plain BULLSHIT for her because she didn't really felt the same? That's enough reason for some people to commit suicide. I quit talking to her and became really angry at the world. Suddenly, it was a blessing that she had to leave town and abandon her roots for New York.
Time passed. I didn't fall in love again. I loved her sufficiently not to get another girl instantly. Eventually, I didn't. I stayed alone in my own truth.
Three years later, she returns, begging to see me to "speak." I have two words for her: FUCK IT. If she wanted in the first place to return to her ex after everything we did, then it's not of my concern anymore. I never want to see her EVER AGAIN.
This has been the principal concern in my mind for the last three days. She knows where I live, and if she appears, or if I receive a phone call from her again... I don't know what I'm going to do with my life. I loved her... I did.
Well. Writing something more important now.
For those who know me you know I've always been fond of Portland. The music, the people, the places, the weather... those things I hold dear in my existence. But now I'm growing. I'm an adult now with different responsabilities. I've been offered an internship in Chicago. In case of accepting, I'll be switching places in two months. I'll come with a conclusion later.
My mind is a mess right now. I think it's time for some vodka.
With a final bow, I get up of my studio chair, pour some alcohol, and relax in my leather chair, while the speakers communicate random thoughts of progressive death metal.
"The Light of Revelation."
Hello people who wish to become a better acquital to the world. I know my blog has been unused for some time now. Well, the truth is that I don't want to fill this site with just my thoughts - you know - but I feel the necessity to incorporate certain elements to make this an enjoyable reading.
In this post, and probably in others to come, I will transcribe an antique text translation that I found in the library on Johnson + Square street. It tries to describe the unique characteristics of a special individual who will serve mankind as the perfect example of the Second Coming of Christ.
My friends, don't worry, my atheist - agnostic conviction hasn't changed. In fact, what the document tries to inflict is not a view on religion, but completely otherwise. You'll see what I mean with this as you read further along.
The document is titled "The Light of Revelation." Actually, it is conformed of several parts. There's a narration covering every aspect of the life of 'The Messenger' and stuff like that. I will try to get the translation as soon as possible. Meanwhile, take a look and this. I don't know if it's for real or not, but try to make your best guess. Maybe you know somebody with this characteristics - who bloody knows?
"The Light of Revelation" (excerpt)
Traits of 'The Messenger.'
--- PERSONAL ---
- He was born dead. Once the mind has settled with direct contact with death, it acquires surpassing wisdom than that of an average human. It is said that a normal human being can use only the tenth percentage of his/her total mind capacity during their entire lifespan. The Messenger, having brought forth death from the beginning, is granted full brain power, which remains dormant until he turns 30.
Therefore, while reaching for the perfect age, he'll complain a lot about abundant headaches, as well as showing astounding patterns for intelligence.
- Speaker by excellence, He will remain quiet when listening to other people conversations, especially if they include issues from the current world - such as abortion, religion, philosophy. All this information remained explained to Him when He died when He was born, thus creating an understanding paradox, not yet explained by human minds.
- Master of the paranormal realm, yet unconscious at the time. He is able to perform telekinesis, healing, clairvoyance, and empathy when fully charged.
- His real name is Jesus/Joshua/Joseph, although one name before - as highly as Biblical - will be a part of him that would be bothering his preferences. However, this name will be given with the same letter as the real one, thus being "J."
- Suspectedly born in the second month, year 1987. This date marked the beginning of the last era for mankind if not redeemed on time. Currently living in the American continent, age 20.
- Deep-brown eyes, luscious hair, and a perplexing smile are the main pyshical characteristics He projects to those around Him.
- Extremely complex mind. He is not to be catalogued as those from society. His views, although at a very young age, are already accepted as norms and well-reformed truths. Some of His friends will complain about His position regarding appropiate maturity. Some will claim He needs to "live more" in order to understand how the world works. This is not required for Him, as the world is changing and standard issues will no longer be subjectable. This is an example of perfect wisdom in the required moment.
- His mortal family is disfunctional. None of them could survive without the necessary pieces, often portrayed by the mother. His father will raise religious beliefs, all of them The Messenger refutes completely. He will be the oldest of siblings.
- Corporal temperature needs to be justified. He loves the feeling of cold covering His entire body. However, once He gets to know the perfect balance from a person providing heat into His senses - i.e. His Goddess - will be more than enough to keep Him focused. This will enable the unlocking of new senses and special characteristics to His mind.
- Special taste for music, which He considers the finest language in history. As the depths of His consciousness are well-hidden and undecipherable for most living beings, He will find a perfect haven in music with discipline. The description, translated in our world, results in the likeness of progressive music, preferably a heavy catalog, such as progressive metal.
- Ying Yang is reality, the dualism of things. This definition is important to understand due to the following points:
1. He is neither an atheist nor an agnostic, although He currently resides in the biases of atheism. The Truth will be revealed to Him. This Truth will be a mix of both philosophical entries, something He will discover through thesis. And a new creed and faith will be born, destroying religious principles forever.
2. He is neither a Crystal nor an Indigo child. Some of the closest people to Him consider Him to be a Crystal child. However, He equally possesses the characteristics of an Indigo, the diference relies in that those abilities remain dormant in Him. Once they have awaken, Crystal and Indigo will be one.
--- IN LOVE / THE GODDESS ---
- A indigo flash denoting truth and acceptance from a woman will be necessary to captivate The Messenger's attention. That is because He will be looking for His Goddess, and the one who shows her complicated, yet beautiful soul will be The Chosen. And thus Love will be reformed. Their first met will be described as 'insignificant' by the woman.
- The Woman with whom He falls in love is special. However, He cannot exactly tell from where it comes the specialty when He looks into Her eyes; thus the answer will be: "With time I'm sure I can explain this to you..."
- Explaining the prior characteristic furthermore, The Woman will have the following appearance. White skin, brown/black hair, delicate factions, slim figure, tender skin. These are general approaches, but the difference will be in Her hands. Looking closely, one will find that both thumbs have the same thickness as a normal finger.
- What The Messenger finds astoundingly beautiful about the Woman is Her special aura and delicate scent. What He does not know - and thus unable to provide a verifiable answer to Her - is the issue that She created Him. In the metaphysical world this is possible. The Woman acquired a great significance since the beginning of time. The entire scheme of things will be explained at due time.
Here's a little story.
Back in December, I ordered some leather arm bracers (yes, I was inspired by a HammerFall video) from a place called Leathersmythe. Now, their website is temporarily offline, but it was a well-done website - professional photos, design, etc.
I paid $51.75 for a pair of the standard custom-fit bracers using Paypal.
I received an order confirmation email, as well as another message from Leathersmythe stating that they had received payment.
December turned to January, and January turned to February. No sign of bracers, no emails. I send a follow-up message, and it was replied to in a fashion such as this:
"We are experiencing a backorder from the holidays. Please be patient, but I will see to your order personally."
I got the exact same message twice, once for the each of the two email accounts I had used. So, as I suspected, my bullshit detector went off. *BEEP BEEP BEEP*
Apparently, Paypal can't file a claim if it's been more than 45 days. Great.
It looks like I'll have to go through my debit card company now. If I ever see Steve Martel, the guy in charge of Leathersmythe, I'll be sure to give him a one-fingered salute. Integrity is practically a lost art these days. Thanks for keeping it alive here, though.
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