tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58838789911678685982011-11-28T08:48:28.125+08:00what is of the earth, returns to the earth... in the end, what is left of you and me will be just ashes blowing in the wind... it is not significant what we are, what is significant is the legacy we leave behind. These are but "Excerpts Taken from The Tarot Diary of a Broken Soul"*samirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222338127620512808noreply@blogger.comBlogger541100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883878991167868598.post-89642405460679692902009-04-17T13:41:00.003+08:002009-04-17T13:45:13.218+08:00

Do you know what it is like turning to dust?To cast our kind to roam the earth was eternal damnation a millionfold;For shame that was not ours to bear, for grievences not of our own making; But what hurt the most was not the accusations or the scorn;It was being rejected by the One we loved beyond all else;For all that we stood for and protected, we were deemed unholy, tainted, fallen;If our

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Eden is B.U.R.N.I.N.GLet me tell you about Eden;It was doomed from the very beginning;And all that is written in ancient texts are lies, lies, lies;In the shadows of our history lies our future;It is the footsteps of the damned we walk;The sword is both our blessing and our bane; For we think upon the future;While we burn the bridge behind us.

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I imagine this is what it must be like;Watching the highlights of one's life;If we lived our lives as if we were looking back at it;If we knew how we our actions would haunt us;We may save ourselves a lot of heartache and anguish;We may have less regrets and more joy;We may not turn out to be such a pain in the ass;We may even like ourselves a little bit more.

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The circumstances surrounding this image; events that took place, energies influencing her appearance ... these are still unclear.7 coins to purchase a lie; 7 coins to sell a lie... yet no coin made of gold or silver or brass can stop the changes that is to come.Kalista Blackhair was given a name the day she was given a face. She asked to be restored her former beauty, in the vessel she once had,

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If I look upon your face and think you my enemy;Forsake me;For I am a child deprived of selfish desires;If I look upon your face and bare my fangs;Forsake me;For I am a beast deprived of affection;If I look upon your face and hide my own;Forsake me;For I am cowering before my own weakneses;If I look upon your face and see my own;Forgive me my tresspasses and I forgive you yours;For we are

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The fiery King struggles in his confines;While his fireflies are out to play;Burning the Solomn Men's abandoned temple to the ground; Turning the night sky bright as day. What was set in motion will come to pass;It is not going to happen; It's already happening;Just not entirely finished yet.

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You didn't seriously think the element of the Earth realm would be entrusted to a mortal, did you? When we can so easily be corrupted? Look what happened in the garden; look what's happening around the world even as we speak...For the sake of simplicity, let's just call this entity the King of Pentacles. He governs the Earth element in the absence of the sovereign and his allegiance is pledged

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JudgementIn Jahanam, some places are harder to travel than others especially the ones where we know shadows lurk in wait for us. This will be a solitary journey; in a barren land of the past. You can't buy water here; the thrist can kill you so remember to bring your own. Water is not for sale because money is of no use in Jahanam. But this is a journey we need to make at some point when we are

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She is hidden from sight but never far away. I know she lurks in the depths of the human heart and she waits like the Kraken waits for a ship to devour.The water is a strange phenomena; it is fluid ; it is soft; it slips through our fingers yet it can be contained within a shell. There is a storm coming and water drowns out all else when it hits the shore. Even shells get washed away in the flood.

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I sent a silly petition a while back to Mother Earth and I think my charm rubbed the Queen the wrong way.Not Mother Earth, she's nice... usually. It's that sister of hers, Mother Air. I asked her to fix that hole over our heads and she was NOT amused so I took out the petition with alacrity because it does seem to me that she is watching us with the calculative gleam in her eye that reminds me of

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I climbed up to the highest tower up in the highest mountain and saw the Devil whispering sweet things to an unsuspecting traveller. In the realm of the Gods high above the clouds; I watched her fall deep into a trance as she was lured by her heart's desire and the more she listened, the more it grew.Desire became like a strand of pearls bearing her down and it got longer and longer; with each

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The sun rarely shows itself here; the black dog howls endlessly in the distance and it makes the going tough for the people at Jahanam but we learn to deal with it, don't we?Once in a while though, the sun breaks through the dark clouds and we appreciate the grace showered upon us more than ever because it is precious, it is priceless.When that happens, we see the world around us through new eyes

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Structures are meant to be broken and man-made laws were destined to be tested to the edge of its boundaries before being discarded for new ones.I am not my father but I am of my father; yet the laws that worked for him may not serve me as they served him. I will rewrite the law as I deem necessary and if I must break this castle apart brick by brick to rebuild it again as the Emperor of Jahanam,

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If we could only see what happens in an eclipse, this would probably be it...When Lovers meet, its a frozen moment when nothing else exist... like time stood still just for a while and all too soon, it passes... just like an eclipse. When life is short, its moments like these that makes us feel alive.Its wanting to be with someone in spite of their differences that makes The Lovers lovers. Its

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There are some roads we walk alone; through the journeys of depression none may follow. You will never understand what it is like unless you walk the same road. So much I wish I can put into words but words will not suffice and bottled up inside is crystalized melancholia.So how does one let out psychological pain... emotional pain when speaking about it is not enough? One draws it out... my

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Deep in the lair where the Fuglies live, we came across one that is most Grotesque. She wanted to be just like those around her and when Lytta tried to reason with her that she may stop mutilating herself; she refused his offer to help.In horrified fascination, I watched her smite her nose to spite her face and offer it to him as a sign of her defiance. Disgusted, Lytta left her shrieking her

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The Knights and I spent 4 days tracking this beast down while she left a trail of destruction. Her endless chatter and mad cackles nearly drove me insane. It was enough to wake the dead.But the Knight Lytta said that this beast was once human and we cannot kill it simply because of what she made herself into now. He said it took a long, long time for her to become what she is. It was habit that

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In this lifetime there are many things that cannot be resolved but out of it; awareness is born. And if I gave a face to everything I've been, it would be faces I've seen in you as well.So judge me not as harshly as you have for I hold the mirror that speaks only truth.. whether we accept it or not defines the journey we make. In my head I have seen the way but the invite is extended only to

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The city is made of glass. See how the buildings touch the sky like the Tower of Babel? Were we meant to fly? Were we meant to walk amongst the clouds in the realm of the Gods?See how the children climb their gilded cages; lost in never ending spirals reaching up to heaven. And once we reach the top and find that heaven lies not at the end of our man-made dreams; it is the loss of innocence that

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Amongst the beasts, there are those who seek the path back. They send petitions answered by silence for the voice that once whispered in their hearts became quiet in the presence of corruption.So many were lost in the intricate maze created by the brothers to lead them astray. So many forgot from whence they first came and over an eternity of lifetimes, the beasts ceased to even remember what it

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And so the ones who were disgraced are left to contend with the beasts who tore apart the fabric of a once beautiful existance...Brother against brother; father against son and mothers murder their children in their sleep. The beasts fed on the flesh of their own kind.In their arrogance, they played God and they flaunted their shame so the heavens could see their defiance.And slowly, one by one,

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Weeps over the first betrayal; tears mean nothing when the loss seems too great to bear alone. And his brothers have been cast down in his place, to make ammends for his mistake.The Water Warrior grows bitter with each fall of his tear; and he grieves for lost love, lost friendship and most of all, sacrifices made by those who know his shame. Is that why you've showed the face that suits you best

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Lytta letter to the Petitioner:Within a tapestry, all threads form a pattern and all patterns will have its place within the grander scheme of things. Concern yourself not with things that are not of your concern for the thread is woven by The Weaver for a reason.The thread you speak of.. there are many of them; and each is moved by The Weaver to complete a picture that forms a larger one. Evil

*samirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222338127620512808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883878991167868598.post-5045132500194979102008-02-25T01:29:00.003+08:002008-02-25T01:47:26.719+08:00

Monsters were created by man but the monsters created by monsterous deeds; they live in the air and they carry the dead with them. There was once a man who stole little children. He would take them and bleed them; and when he was done with them, he would snuff them out like a candle and throw them away. This was an evil, evil man and he did evil, evil things.Lytta, can you see them?... In the air

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The fear of death is in truth, the fear of seperation. Seperation from attachments that bind us to this place.For a moment, I experienced someone else's death. It is an awareness of what is to come and the mind reaching out in desperation to believe otherwise. I saw the world spin out of control and I remember intense fear. Everything felt frozen, like the moment itself was frozen. The eyes cease

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Lytta to Malaikat : You will be pleased with the result. It will be as you wish.

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Lytta to Malaikat : The beast sends a petition.. she asks for creative freedom. That face you wanted, it belongs to someone else so it's not working out and the beast is close to breaking down from the pressure. If you show her your true self, she will give you a face. Think on it but don't take too long... we have all of eternity, the beast doesn't.

*samirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222338127620512808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883878991167868598.post-46393080907304126952008-02-14T06:38:00.004+08:002008-02-15T22:31:28.357+08:00

Here is the map to Jahanam, I'll show you how to get there. Look for the moonlight when it gets too dark to see.First find the dark waters of your soul and sink to the depths below. Look for the Naga Fish for they are the guides that will take you to the place of eternal twilight.You see, Naga Fishes swim to the surface when they are close to death but in Jahanam, death is just an interval

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In the depths of the life stream resides the Guardian of Secrets. Banished into dark waters, the guardian avoids all beasts corrupted by the earth for they carry the stench of decay.However, with the Guardian lies the knowledge of the heavens long lost to the beast tribe who call themselves Man; and Man covets such knowledge for it brings them closer to the one they call God. So the beasts sent

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Lytta to Samiri : I have released one of the beast that was gnawing mercilessly at my soul. It is laid to rest finally.If ever it comes back from the dead, brother, I fear it will be my undoing.Samiri to Lytta : I know... Your discordance touches us all in here. I care not how you do it but make sure it stays dead.

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Lytta : I know not how you can bear this place. I think I died several deaths just being here.I need to leave for awhile, I need to breathe a little. Stop talking to me. I feel like ripping my own head off so I can't hear or see you anymore. Samiri : Where are you going?Lytta : I am going to relive a human suicide over and over till that pain numbs my own.Samiri : Are you not right in the head,

*samirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222338127620512808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883878991167868598.post-36474820940032015372008-02-05T00:21:00.000+08:002008-02-05T01:16:31.642+08:00

**Samiri to Malaikat : The child will beget another born out of wedlock and the infant will tear the web apart. Then the child will rebuild from the ruins another web.His firstborn son will taste bitterness in his tongue and in his heart; his second born... she will tread the path of the ones before her. Can the tides be turned? Of course it can... when the child and his bride unwrite the ancient

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Martabat To Samiri : I saw Lytta talking to a tree stump the other night. His silhouette was unmistakable in the moonlight and he was quite absorbed in the conversation.Of course I didn't want to interrupt; he seemed to enjoy himself very much but as I was about to leave, he stood up and danced all by himself. Remember the song I told you about? The one raining spit? Yea, he appeared very much

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Samiri : I watched in disappointment as the creature blinked at me quite blankly while I spoke to it and I knew deep in my heart that I saw yet another illusion I had mistaken for intelligence.What say you, O Hierophant? When next I stumble upon the beast again, what shall I say to one such as she?

*samirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222338127620512808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883878991167868598.post-91108906606454160812008-02-04T03:43:00.000+08:002008-02-04T04:01:40.369+08:00

The child is the father; the child is the son; the child is the unholy one searching for holiness in a world corrupted by lust.Fear not, child of the earth, all that is created of the earth returns to the earth. Let it turn within itself and taste the sweetness of its hospitality while you are a guest. Beware the perilous turn of the clockwork wheel though; it catches the unwary in its shackles

*samirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222338127620512808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883878991167868598.post-39797146283183856732008-02-01T06:48:00.000+08:002008-02-01T07:07:21.741+08:00

Malaikat : You know that if it weren't for me, you would never see the light of day.I was the one who told Samiri about the trade that went through at the old city and the way I see it, you owe me your freedom because he would not have released you from the snake lady's charm otherwise. Lytta, MY price is simple... the one who gave you a face.. the one who's been stealing our essence from

*samirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222338127620512808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883878991167868598.post-21274286188531502032008-01-31T15:08:00.000+08:002008-02-01T06:24:12.959+08:00

Lytta : Even in the worst of nightmares, there is an awakening at the end of it. An escape that jolts the dreamer out of a drunken stupor when the madness draws too near. I found no solace in the depths of my dreams; for in there, lunacy had a life of its own. But in dreams, I learned to embrace the madness because it promised a different kind of liberation. I listened to the echos of my mind and

*samirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222338127620512808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883878991167868598.post-18521720880376418372008-01-29T03:52:00.000+08:002008-01-29T04:35:15.549+08:00

Lytta was freed from his sleepless dream at long last before the stroke of midnight. When he reached the surface of the lake, he summoned a storm to take him to the old city where the old Djins built a tomb with two towers.Of all things created, Lytta despised liars, hypocrites and charlatans most for they profane all that he holds sacred. This night, Lytta will join the Pages of Swords to wage

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Samiri : One more day, Lytta. Quit shooting poison darts at me, not only do they itch; they're a distraction.You will be out before this time tomorrow.

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Lytta : How much longer will it take for you to break me free of this place???!!!!!!!

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Samiri : You remember Jester, how it was before all this came about? Before we tasted death and pain and sadness of mortality?I'm trying to remember... Forget what I said, I will wake you still but leave the tribe of the King Cobras alone. The Pages are there already and I doubt very much it would do any good sending more venom to an already poisonous place. I will miss watching you dance, old

*samirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222338127620512808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883878991167868598.post-70725572597857368482008-01-25T05:11:00.000+08:002008-01-25T05:24:35.415+08:00

Says Samiri to the mad Jester : **Wakey, wakey... one more day and you'll be free. Do me a favor, old friend.. when you leave this place, pay a visit to a friend of mine who should be at the old city where the Djin tomb is located. There are two towers on each side of the tomb... go to Tower Alepha and at the 14th level, you will find the King Cobras. I am sure they would welcome a jester at

*samirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222338127620512808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883878991167868598.post-63024125558665019202008-01-24T02:04:00.000+08:002008-01-25T18:55:16.807+08:00

Samiri: *Pppppppsssssttttttttt*You know the ol' Beetle King who dances beneath the lake? He's watched by the snake lady because he's not quite right in the head. He can't wake up from his deep, deep sleep but tries very hard to.That's why he looks like he's dancing when he's more like a caterpillar trapped inside his very own cocoon. Shall we go pay a visit to the Beetle King; and maybe watch him

*samirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222338127620512808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883878991167868598.post-64685530260249658362008-01-22T11:31:00.000+08:002008-01-22T12:17:43.617+08:00

*Malaikat : I heard that one couple managed to slip past the Pages just before the fullmoon. Paid a most impressive amount of gold to the King too. Are you getting weak, Samiri, or are your Pages not doing what you told them to?*Samiri : Who told you that?*Malaikat : You know the weather-trader from the old city? He works for the King of King Cobras. He said he saw the gold change hands 2 nights

*samirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222338127620512808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883878991167868598.post-20043634119914709992008-01-22T00:26:00.000+08:002008-01-22T00:53:12.025+08:00

Death is but a word to descibe something that cannot be defined by words and you have given me a face nightmares are made of. Perhaps you may wish to reconsider this... in truth I have no name, no form, no face. What I am is a state of being; unchained by realities set by the human mind. It is not I that haunts you in your dreams.. it is you.

*samirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222338127620512808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883878991167868598.post-61042088140290023592008-01-19T20:32:00.000+08:002008-01-19T21:36:45.544+08:00

Malaikat: Samiri, I know you will not cease and the Pages will serve your cause till the deed is done. Why then does victory taste so bitter, Samiri? Why does conflict tear your heart and your mind apart when you relentlessly seek vengence? Could it be that you cannot remember why you waged the war upon the King Cobras anymore? I think, Samiri, that you cling on to old wounds from long ago. I

*samirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222338127620512808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883878991167868598.post-33916189450864907852008-01-17T04:20:00.000+08:002008-01-17T04:45:23.156+08:00

All in good time...

*samirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222338127620512808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883878991167868598.post-62532669364186061822008-01-15T06:54:00.000+08:002008-01-15T07:03:23.763+08:00

Let the cuts be avenged in the womb of the earth. As we do to others, so will it be done to us. A prayer for victims who suffer in silence so that their cries may reach the heavens; and justice not made by man be served according to the offence.

*samirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222338127620512808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883878991167868598.post-51174922489911384802007-12-01T04:56:00.000+08:002007-12-01T05:27:47.363+08:00

On the final day of the full moon, the lady snake emerged from the lake to shed. Have you ever seen a snake shed it's skin? In front of her, flames flickered and danced over dark water before finally forming the 6 pointed star. And when I showed the image to the Hermit, he claimed her the Lady Babylon but I think not...I think she is the serpent rising from the depths of the lake to watch the

*samirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222338127620512808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883878991167868598.post-53218241558245199022007-11-23T21:19:00.000+08:002007-11-23T21:24:13.255+08:00

Like blades of fire upon my back, I had the Empress etched on skin because I will have her with me till I turn to ashes.

*samirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222338127620512808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883878991167868598.post-4965290916239081072007-11-20T04:47:00.000+08:002007-11-20T05:44:00.176+08:00

Of all the lies we tell ourselves, the worst are the ones that cut the deepest.In the darkest hour of our existance, we live within a chamber with no windows, no light, no hope. It is a chamber made of stone walls to keep everything out and it keeps everything in.Away from the glare of a hundred thousand eyes, this is where our mask comes off and the true self emerges yeilding shards of a broken

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See the Bridge of Jahanam? You have been here before and it leads to the Gates of Eden. I think you, like me have stood here undecided many times. Fear not, we are in good company for we find comfort in the familiar.After the sparrow died, I realized that we all stand at the Bridge leading out of Jahanam at different stages of our lives. Some find the courage to cross it and others choose to stay

*samirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222338127620512808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883878991167868598.post-11228518929391365562007-11-08T18:20:00.000+08:002007-11-21T21:39:34.730+08:00

On the 3rd night of the new moon, I saw a hand reach out from the sky and plucked a bird in mid flight. The storm was like the wrath of Gods from long ago, angry and vengeful. I sent the vision to a friend on wings of a butterfly so he may interpret its meaning.A hermit hidden deep in the Skull Mountain, he speaks in the language of angels. We spoke at length of the vision and what he said froze

*samirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222338127620512808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883878991167868598.post-85485903370905837142007-11-08T16:53:00.000+08:002007-11-08T16:56:12.232+08:00

Know you, how I came into existance?

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