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Absolute Truth Zero - Primum Non Nocere http://absolutetruthzero.wordpress.com Religious Freedom and Justice for All Sat, 13 Mar 2010 03:01:43 +0000 en hourly 1 http://wordpress.com/ http://1.gravatar.com/blavatar/7e3226320dbf3e0cad5a321b1d337d43?s=96&d=http%3A%2F%2Fs2.wp.com%2Fi%2Fbuttonw-com.png Absolute Truth Zero - Primum Non Nocere http://absolutetruthzero.wordpress.com Warmth in Your Little Soul… http://absolutetruthzero.wordpress.com/2010/03/13/warmth-in-your-little-soul/ http://absolutetruthzero.wordpress.com/2010/03/13/warmth-in-your-little-soul/#comments Sat, 13 Mar 2010 03:01:43 +0000 absolutetruthzero http://absolutetruthzero.wordpress.com/?p=93 ]]> Hello friends and lovers,

Warmth in the soul is an elusive thing at times, and when we don’t have it, we get depressed. Depression comes from perceiving events in our lives in the same way continuously without ever re-framing or re-contextualising what has happened to you.

The best way to do this is to take whatever has happened to you and tell a story about it. Take this example and the story that I have written about it, and feel your little soul warm up. When you are thinking up a story, use fractals or objects (healing crystals are superb, but anything with the colour blue in it or the colour orange is also perfect for the job) to stimulate your creative streak. The most ridiculous stories are the best, simply because you are the writer and you have to think the story is unbelievable, or your reader will find it predictable!

Actual Memory:

I fell head over heals in love with someone in 2002 and it affected me for years because I knew she loved someone else and that her relationship with this man was not going too well. The way she talked about this guy made me know that she loved him the way I loved her. I had to reign in my feelings for her because if I expressed them too strongly or made it obvious that I loved her, I would have come across as way too intense and would have upset her greatly. Also, if I was right and she did love this chap (we’ll call him Jay) like I loved her, then I actually wanted her to be able to find this guy again and tell him. The loss I felt was temporary, but it was extremely painful especially because there was always the risk that she would end up with someone else altogether who would never have been able to make her happy. I slept in the same bed as this girl, and it was a blissful night, but we never touched a hair on each other’s head. You know what…. it felt RIGHT that way, even though the curse of the wandering hands almost drove me to distraction. Sometimes, you need to think about the person that you are potentially messing with. What is true about this situation is that if anything sexual had happened, then I would have lost her later because I wanted love, and she wanted Jay, so I would have very definitely lost her later if we had ever cultivated a sexual relationship. That would have broken my heart and broken me, because I loved her more than anything in the world at that point in time. Refraining from doing anything at the time seemed so unjust though. I tried to do things to win her over, even though I knew she’d made her choice and I ended up having a breakdown because I didn’t want to let her go, even though my conscience told me to. During my breakdown, I tried to come up with a theory to try and combat Al Qaeda. It was a very painful time. See what you think to this story that I wrote to help me deal with the loss of the girl (who we’ll call, for the sake of the story, Myriad)

The Story:

Myriad woke up in the morning and scampered over to her daddy’s matress, which was on the floor of one of the more average sized tents in the camp. Davidian rose slowly and looked at his daughter. ”Pretty petals should not fall from the tree before the end of spring,” he whispered before taking a sip of water from the bowl by his bed.

“Drums!!!” quipped Myriad and she put on her over-shirt and looked intently at her father, smiling and almost giggling at what the day might hold. She was about 16 years old, ready to become a woman, but still in need of a man to protect her. Davidian was not her natural father, but had taken her under his wing when her parents and his wife had been killed in a Roman raid on their Clan encampent in the northern part of Italy where the modern day city of Modena now stands.

“Drums?” enquired Davidian, “There will be no hunting parties today.” Davidian took in a deep fresh breathe, and as he breathed out, he growled like a Lion growls at a cub who has gone too far.

“When will the Romans come here again , father?” asked Myriad, who all of a sudden had changed her tone.

“NEVER!” snapped Davidian. ”Why do you ask such a thing? Is there a problem? Is there somethimg on the wind that only a woman sees, or smells or tastes?”

Davidian took in another sharp breathe and let out a long slow sigh, before turning squarely to look Myriad right in the eyes.

“I am going to fight the Romans…. TODAY!” he announced with a wry smile, but almost no emotion other than that. ”You will be watched over by a young man who has yet to catch your eye, but who is smitten with you in ways that you should very much try to comprehend.”

“Does he love me as much as you?” Myriad asked, again, giggling but this time in very much a more nervous and apprehensive manner.

“He loves me with a love so much more blooded that the love that I have for you. His love is given by virtue of his free will, whereas mine is borne of a sense of duty. He is offering himself to you, whereas I took you to be my own. Our loves are both pure and uncorrupted, but his is far more valuable.”

And with that, Davidian and Myriad prepared the weapons for the war party to attack the Romans, and Davidian left Myriad in the care of Jay while he went of to attack the Romans in their own camp, just as they has done to Davidian’s own camp over 7 years before.

Davidian fought bravely and with all the rage of a man incensed by the loss of his family and by the handing on of his only daughter. He survived the raid, but he never returned to the camp, such was the tradition of his Clan.

Davidian married again and had another daughter by his new wife Petra. They called their daughter Freya after a goddess of the earth, but every so often, when she was really good and really brave, he would call both his wife and his daughter “My Myriad” so that he could remember his past life, and the love that he helped to blossom.

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