Experience My Life

I’ve not seen equilibrium but I’ll try to put together in words the reaction I assimilated from some scenes. In a city of warring clans each feasting on the other bringing in the next most arrogant priest with the most number of kills. In evil dead its just some spirit that keeps at it even inside from the protagonist. Inside the ring, two super bads just keep fighting and rest of them just keep the ring hot and going on forever. Outside all preisets keep killing each other or keep dying at the hands of other priests to keep the ring going on forever. I get to watch the super bads in the ring, called the bhabi show. How many shows could I possibly survive so I need to keep away heal, and watch the latest episodes only.

In a ghost town, there are no rules no reality, just a xen where their is no life. Me and you a relative entangled engagement. This war is one of cover ups no contacts. In myself I just troll a wasted city in circles looking for an icon that I can walk on otherwise it’s a hell hole. While im stuck in this ridiculous plane, in this world in the realm of many infinite icons, I’m connected in real time with many forms that these icons are fighting in some relative plane. So there are wars, crimes, events, accidents, hospitals, theaters, businesses where I’m being conflicted on. So when I meet a new icon, he or she would already have bugs, exit plans, problems, conflicts already in his realm. Yet all icons feel impossible to part ways as well. No rush thereof whatever I’m doing now is many repercussions in parallels.

When we first met, it was just me calling out for my saviour. See icons are only navigation, but what I need is a soul mate. Our projection for the icons is a warrior soul, which we see manifest in most icons. We feel like losers most of the time but we never show up anywhere. Our life is just an austere facade that we don’t understand. We live in real cold fear and low sense of security which keeps us aloof from them too.

Each icon gives a normal world for a while, then has to be rendered. Life is therefore navigation then rest and some healing from enduring hindsight of icons. This journey is never ending even going in circles around the same icon. Everything we do requires a lot of icons those that are the keys to unlocking space and time, even things and people. Sometimes we get starved of icons and have to hide for months even take injury. When the right icon shows up we reach a destination which we call home for a while. Icons keys to safe journey, or navigation.

In this beta dominated wasteland I survive by hiding from the Beta war machines trolling all over the world. In creeks recesses and bugs of the Beta haye space commandeered by loge. I must stay invisible to them, without food water or sanitation. Until I discover an icon that will restore balance I cannot come outside and have a normal life. I must keep looking for new icons in a chain as none of them survive for long and start bringing the Betas again.

The kingdom of Knuth has been betrayed by it’s king the Alpha. Now it’s been taken over by the jealous Betas. I a king bringer who died for his king, is now the only surviving Knuth. I must put to rest the Alpha king who brought the Betas into our kingdom and survive this beta wasteland. Everything is haye for me here. It is just a matter of time that the Betas will strike at me and destroy me. I must prevail and bring a new king an Alpha who would bring balance, bringing back the peaceful kingdom of Knuth. Everytime the Betas strike a new icon will be brought here to rule the kingdom of man. Until then this arid wasteland the treacherous plains will be dark and full of haye for me.

A tale about the kingdom of Knuth. It’s king an Alpha runs this place and keeps the jealous Beta out of his land. But the Beta can’t have their way because of Alpha. So they haye the Alpha and stay jealous of him. The Alpha survives and keeps his kingdom running because of his people who sacrifice themselves by pretending to be the Alpha. The Beta seduce the people of Knuth and lure them away from home by letting them have things they couldn’t have in Knuth. Or by letting them run the whole world as an Alpha would. Beta only kill, so they haye the victim as soon as he takes the lure. Alpha stays arrogant and decrees that the victim died for Knuth.

He is who I call the one or sir. The one who brings the sacrilege of man. The juggernaut like David who comes to the green plant and drops the black goo on them, killing everyone. The alpha does nothing without fulfilling that destiny of his. So he must be furnished regularly as he changes form, and each form rendered by man separately through sacrifices.

Those whom you refer to as Icons are really predators. They are borne out of pure negative energy like a haye or black goo. They only know the path of arrogance and bring in even bigger and badder more haye predators, that’s in their nature. They are self destructive too and keep killing each other in the goal of killing man it’s source of salvation. They even become me or turn me into themselves in order to deliver haye to man in order to destroy him. Whatever they give to man has to be returned or rendered in order to survive haye.

You wake up one day on the hindsight of most of the icons here, and you don’t understand why nothing is going your way. So they’re all predators that you called icons. Only way out is to throw away whatever they gave to you all these years. Free space and zero displacement. But that’s not the end of it. Now you have to fight more and more bigger and badder predators everyday. It’s not even a planet anymore just a haye space that you navigate safely. Just evasion is the only way out.