Mythos of Azernos (Poetics 2)

Happy New Years everyone! 2021, will be a better year for sure – just you wait and see!

I know it’s been a while since I last posted on my blog/website, but I wanted to let you all know that by the end of January I’ll be submitting my synopsis and query letter for my debut Fantasy/Science Fiction novel – Arcanim: Journey of the Foretold Souls.

The cool part? The UK literary agency I’ll be submitting it to has the same team that helped J.K. Rowling with her Harry Potter series. Whether they see my submission this month or next; I know I’ve started down a path that will lead to some exciting memories to come!

In the meantime, here’s an unrelated short story I’ve been working to the follow-up of Mythos of Azernos (Poetics 1). I wanted to share this with you since I know the new year brings about both exciting and exhilarating unforeseen changes for everyone!

Also, if you haven’t read Mythos of Azernos (Poetics 1), you may click anywhere on this sentence to go check that out first!

Without further ado, here’s Poetics 2 from Mythos of Azernos

Poetics 2 (pulled from Mythos of Azernos)

“Has the deed been done?”

“Yes, undoubtedly so.”

“Well then; on this day, the child has been blessed!”

“We can save the celebrations till a later time. For now, we must leave this place. Rome is crawling with suspicious activity; and I have reason to believe there are opposing gods and goddess amidst our presence.”

A mighty empire rested in front of the God of Fortuity. He; alongside the three companions at his side, were now about to make their timely exit. Amongst the trio of companions, were God of Insight, Goddess of Faithfulness, and God of Riddles.

Not surprisingly enough; and at this very moment, the three gods and single goddess were disguised as mortals. 

God of Fortuity, otherwise known as Risk; was now disguised as an old and aging man. He was currently hunched over and using the support of a knurled wooden stick. As strange a sight as any, Risk ironically knew that he couldn’t take any chances on this day.

Goddess of Faithfulness, otherwise known as Love, was disguised as a mother.

At her side was God of Riddles, otherwise known as Illusion. He was disguised as a young boy who was throwing a small tantrum and acting a bit feral in nature.

The last of the four gods, was none other than God of Insight, otherwise known as Foresight. Foresight was a strange god, never truly speaking his mind; but always seemingly one-step ahead of all of the other gods and goddesses. Even outsmarting Judgment, God of Ultimate Authority and Rule. 

As for Foresight’s disguise, he donned the appearance of a husky and ho-hum merchant who looked like he had better things to do with his time. Troubling enough, there was something a little off about Foresight at the moment, but none of the others could even sense it.

As the four of them walked briskly through the heavily crowded streets; Risk’s eyes gazed over at the wonder and spectacle of it all. 

Large spiraling towers made of strange marble jutted out of the somewhat rocky and multi-layered landscape which the City of Rome laid upon. Colossal arches spanning a hundred yards in length, took the attention of any such passerby who happened to be unfettered by their personal matters or intriguing conversations.

But aside from all of the pandering and riff-raff of it all, there was a deepening sense of endangerment. Risk knew all too well that there were many gods and goddesses who were strongly opposed to blessing a half-mortal child with the Light of Blessings.

Before the four gods could make their clean exit, they had to get out of the City of Rome. They had to make sure they were out of the mortal’s eyesight before they could teleport back to Utopira. For the mortals could never witness such godly transpirations.

Of course, amidst their environment, there was in fact a trio of deathly looking elderly women waddling not too far off from them.

“We must follow them with haste!” The old woman with greying and tangled hair communicated this telepathically.

“Do not be deceived, Death. They are keen for certain.”

“Deception; why must you always be so…so…”

“Deceiving? Well, Dread, it is in my nature.”

The three goddesses were revealed to be none other than Deception, Death, and Dread – three goddesses which made quite a ruckus when push came to shove. As mismatched as the trio was; they had made a great team throughout the ages. They had been on countless adventures and journeys throughout the mortal’s world; and their shared history only further cemented the shallow, yet oddly strong, trust they had built together.

While the three hagged looking goddesses followed closely; the four gods they were tailing were coming up to a three-pronged street which veered into windy alleyways.

With a deepened sense of urgency, Love knew she had to act quickly. She was not blinded by the three disguised goddesses following closely behind

Grabbing Risk’s hand, Love beckoned for him to follow her silently.

Risk was about to shout out, but Love brought a delicate finger up to her mouth as she ran in the lead position.

Just as she did, she turned her head slightly sideways and saw it happen.

A group of otherwise uncaring city folk, began to holler and shout as black smog began to rise high into the sky.

At the base of the black smog, we’re the three old looking ladies.

Thinking quickly on her feet, Love contradicted herself as she shouted out loudly now to Insight and Illusion, “We’re being trailed by three witches! We’ll regroup at the usual spot!”

Insight nodded his head as he ran down the right-most alleyway.

Illusion stopped running all-together, as the child-looking god ran towards the unfolding scene.

Risk knew what Illusion would do, so he didn’t question as Love appeared more concerned at Illusion’s uncalled for action.

As Love stood somewhat dumbfounded, Risk hard-headily took charge of running forward while he maintained his grasp on her hand.

Love began to protest slightly as she turned her head fully behind to discourage Illusion, “What’s he thinking!? We can’t blow our cover now, not with war looming so close in our future!”

Risk tugged violently on Love’s arm – knowing full-well that gods and goddesses’ pain tolerance was great. “We can’t be concerned with his actions now, we must away from here as soon as possible. He knows what he’s doing, and I have faith in him. Don’t you?

Love remained silent now as she grunted in discomfort, “Whatever, we don’t have much of a choice at the moment.”

Unfortunately, as Risk and Love darted and wavered through the crowds of stalled and stunned looking on-lookers, the two would not know of Illusion’s exploits for a while longer. But that would be for another tale altogether.

As they ran endlessly through the different streets, thousands of people moved throughout the city today. It was a busy metropolis, full of all levels of material wealth. From the unimaginably rich, to the lowly dirt-poor; Rome’s people were yet still considered the most “civilized” amongst the Earth-bound human beings. Rivaling even some of the best Heaven-bound human settlements; the City of Rome’s people were especially magnificent specimens. Beautiful in physique and natural allure; they had a knack for talking true politics and tales worthy of anyone’s ears.

The City of Rome itself was a glorious and breathtaking place; as it had been so thousands and thousands of years ago. Long before the Age of Machines; Rome had also once been the ruling empire at one point in the past. Such is the workings of history, a cycle never-ending and ever-repeating.

Unlike their heretic neighbors – the Romans were a bountiful people. They prided themselves greatly on the art of war just as much as they did on the art of speech. They understood the difference between a solid victory and a clear defeat. There was no fooling a good Roman, for he who tried to trick one would certainly rue the day he was born unto this unfamiliar and strange world of Earth.

Finally reaching the rigged great plains outside of Rome, Love stopped to catch her breath as she turned her head slightly sideways to look behind them, “What are we going to do now…? The child is certainly in danger. We have little choice, Risk; we must report back to Judgment about this new development.”

Risk, who had raised his hands and placed them behind his head to help him catch his breath, shook his head, “No, that’s something we cannot do. Love, you know better then I that Judgment would condemn you, Riddle, and I. That would, at minimum, mean we’d get at least a century in confinement. I don’t know about you, but I’m looking to make the best of our immortal lives.”

As the two of them looked to each other with swirling thoughts silently shuffling about in their minds, a third unseen voice spoke up now.

“But alas, that kind of fate would be unnecessarily unkind. Neither of you have to make life so difficult.”

Turning his head behind Love; Risk could see a fully robed figure walking towards them.

Without even having seen the figure’s face, Risk could sense an overwhelming power simmering from within this newfound entity. It was doubtlessly a Goddess.

Love soon turned around as well as her golden hair fell across her shoulder. She eyed the Goddess with scrutinizing eyes, “Unveil yourself, Goddess. I don’t trust the words of any hidden ones.”

The figure did not move. She just stood in place as she remained silent.

Risk walked in front of Love, as he openly questioned this new Goddess. “We don’t have much time to waste; what do you want?”

Clearing her throat, the unknown Goddess spoke clearly again, “I prefer to keep my agenda and appearance hidden. But know that I mean no ill will towards the child. He must be protected, especially from the other Gods and Goddesses of our shared realm.”

Extending her hand in kind-gesture, the unknown Goddess lightly shook her head in distraught emotions, “Trust me when I say I just want an end to our discrimination and endless conflict of those half-breed Gods and Goddesses like myself.”

Risk looked to Love and the two seemed a bit shocked. Was this Goddess actually a Half-Goddess? If so, that means they were lied to about the state of affairs down below in the mortal’s realm.

As the Golden Sun of Day afar blazed brightly and descended down – allowing the God of Night to rule once more; Risk and Love knew this moment would change the course of “the child’s” life forevermore. Like the timeless never-ending wheel of fate, they had to make a move now or else be left with no option at all.

With startling conviction, Love moved passed Risk as she made the decision for the both of them, “Tell me, unnamed Half-Goddess; what is it you seek in return for helping us?”

A small chuckle came back from the unknown Half-Goddess, “Nothing, I just want to ensure that we Half-breeds have a fighting chance for the war to come.”

Risk grabbed Love’s arm as he protested, “Love…this is out of our jurisdiction. We cannot play favorites if a war is to break out. We’d be put on trial for certain.”

Love remained silent for a long time as she was halfway between staying by Risk’s side and moving towards this unknown Half-Goddess’ side.

But ultimately, Love did something unexpected.

Breaking away from Risk’s grasp, Love looked sternly at the Half-Goddess as she openly opposed her, “What’s your name? Perhaps we can help you make the case to Judgment. In fact, we may very well grant you an audience with him to plead your case.”

Smiling with a deep underlying sorrow, the once unnamed Goddess surprisingly revealed her identity now, “My name…my name is Nirvana. But unfortunately, I cannot take you up on your offer.”

Taking the robe off fully, the Half-Goddess revealed her physical form as well.

She was stunningly beautiful. With light green hair the color of Mother Nature’s greenery, she looked down in hidden shame now as her beautiful amethyst-colored eyes glanced to Love and Risk, “You must understand, my mother is the Goddess of this world. She would be very displeased to discover I still breath on this world.”

Love and Risk’s eyes grew greatly with hidden fascination as the Half-Goddess spoke her truth.

Like the moving hand of time though, the three of them would soon find themselves facing a different reality. But for now, the each stared at one another with their own stained histories hidden well beneath the surface of their physical forms.

A tragedy was soon to unfold – but on which end either of them would end-up on would be a great mystery for years to come…

Forever in Your Debt,

R.S. Noel

Philosophical Journey (Part 2)

Hello everyone, it’s R.S. Noel here with another post. I first wanted to start off by saying thank you to all of my new followers; I’ve been reading many of your interesting articles over the past few days, and it’s inspired me to let go of some of the small biting fear still lingering inside of me. Over the next following years, I want to share with all of you the reflection of our shared world and reality.

Since time immemorial, humans have strived for survival. We’ve strived for a life worth fighting for, a life worth experiencing. Many-a-times, our ancestors failed. Other times though, they’ve succeeded beyond our wildest dreams. But what defines success? In fact, I realized my definition of success may very well in fact be largely different from the definition of success society has thrust upon us.

To me, success is defined as achieving some form or level of enlightenment in your own personal life. Once a person has achieved this general sense of acceptance and happiness, their life truly begins to flourish in ways indescribable in any human words. It’s as though the adventure of a lifetime has just begun, and you suddenly find yourself aboard the ship embarking on this esoteric and mysterious journey. It’s as though the thrill of the unknown no longer scares you. More importantly, you begin to change without even realizing it at first glance.

There are so many unheard secrets, unattended emotions, and unfulfilled desires surrounding us in our daily lives. It’s a silent cry to live a life worth living and experiencing. Though my societal life may not be up-to-par with what our human civilization may deem as “successful”, my personal life has flourished immensely; and I’ve come to thank God for giving me this very specific and particular life.

The true meaning of life? It’s simply to enjoy the company of your loved ones, your friends, and the many new people you may very well meet throughout your lifetime.

It really is as simple as this. Nothing else should ever get in the way of you and your loved ones. Life holds so much more meaning and depth when you begin to shed away the layers and layers of lies and deception our modern-day society has spoon-fed us since birth. Life is so truly beautiful and tragic, and it would be a shame to not be able to experience all of this in it’s entirety.

My heart races every time I write, my mind tinkers and moves with the waves of emotions and logic like an ocean long-forgotten. I swim deep within the ether of life and death, finding myself on the very fine and thin line between this world and the next. Philosophy is this experience, and so much more. It is Truth, it is the acknowledgement of The Other, it is the acceptance of indifferences, and moreover, philosophy is the very definition of madness.

It’s grander than any modern-day drama or play, and it’s more real than any of the false idols the mainstream media tries to forcibly shove down our throats.

There’s a real sense of beauty in the sadness as well, but moreover, there’s a definitive grace and alluring aroma to joy. Both of these combined create quite the life worth experiencing. It helps to shape your consciousness to better understand the truths, lies, and everything in-between. It helps you to secretly know when someone is lying to you, it helps you in times when you recognize genuine intent, and it can certainly help you when you feel uncertain.

Trust your gut instinct, it’s there for a reason.

We cannot fail, because there is no such thing as failing. Failing is defined only in society. In the natural world, you can never fail, because you will always try your hardest and damnedest.

It’s grit that gets us through the tough times, it’s a sense of morality of what we see as right or wrong which creates our environment. Don’t forget the depths of your love either, for that is the energy source of all creations and great things. That is the only force in the whole universe that is uniquely human. It is something even the darkest of nights could never take away; for its’ flames burn eternal. As long as humans exist, it will always burn.

We live for our loved ones, we live for our hobbies and charity-work. We live for the days of great joy and great sorrow. We live for the songs of storytelling. Our lives our defined not by what we say, but by what we do.

Heart of passion and agony is what makes life worth living. It creates an experience of grander and specialty. It fosters the deep drive within all of us to create a story and carve out a path that will never again be walked or experienced. No one knows the thoughts that swirl in your mind at night, for your life is yours alone. 

And even though we may die alone, we create memories together. This has always comforted me, it has always reminded me that even enemies make great companions when death has met you halfway.

Think of all of the times you may have felt yourself question the validity of your life. Think back to all of the days you questioned why you’re still alive. If you can remember as far back as possible; think back to those happier days of when you felt truly alive and well.

Those thoughts, memories, and emotions you felt will never die out. Those are your creations alone, and nobody can ever take that away from you, no matter how much they may hate or despise you.

I know the road ahead of me is one riddled in pain, suffering, and great unknown. But I’ve come to accept this reality. I forgive any hatred, any such malice, and any misunderstandings that may arise. I’ll do whatever it takes to make a future where humans are the main concern – not automations, not profits generated from corporations, and certainly, not those who would wish harm on others.

My end-goal in life? That will remain a secret until the day I die. But what I will say; is that I hope it’s not too late. I hope this post has reminded you, in some small or large way, that you still have a duty to fulfill as a human being. You are still needed here on Earth, even if it’s to keep you loved ones company. You can’t back down, not now. For our lives, in death, hold no more meaning then the darkness of the universe. But in life, we can create such catastrophic change that nothing in the world could ever be prepared for the healing, comfort, and truth you bring along. You have your whole life to change the world; and even if your older, as long as your still alive and breathing, you haven’t failed.

Make amends with your past, move onto a more adventurous future, and always remember, that your heart, your passion, and your love will be cherished until the ends of time itself. For love is a human emotion, and no matter how vast or wide the universe is, nothing can ever eradicate or swallow that truth.

Forever in Your Debt,

R.S. Noel

Philosophical Journey (Part 1)

Hello everyone, it’s me R.S. Noel coming to you with another post; and today I’ll be talking about the true meaning of life. It’s a complex answer, but if you read through this entire post, you’ll understand what it comes down to.

All of our lives, in some way or another, are interlaced into each other’s existence. 

Think about this for a moment:

Have you ever wondered why you feel good whenever you’re with the ones you love?

Or on the flip side, if you don’t have anyone in your personal life; have you wondered why you’re so repelled by those who are; in your opinion, too happy?

Well, for the first statement; the answer is quite clear. There are two reasons for this

The reason you’re strongly attracted to your loved ones (or even those around you who you associate with), is because of how they make you feel. Your brain translates the emotions you feel, and in turn, the neurons in our brain transmits messages to the part of our brain which houses our emotional cortex. We are, by design or by freak accident, compelled to be close to our loved ones because of the way they make us feel about ourselves.

True love is the opposite. Let me explain.

With true love, whenever we witness our loved one having a happy moment, we then become happy ourselves. Without a doubt, this is what true love is comprised of.

On the other side, whenever you don’t want anyone to get “too close” to you, emotionally speaking, then you are most likely wounded from a past experience in your life which has left your soul temporarily disfigured.

The strange part of this, is that during our everyday interactions, we often don’t put much “soul” into the interactions we have with others; and this is obviously because we can’t trust strangers.

So what I’m talking about, is whenever you’ve foster a friendship with another person, and you suddenly feel as though you don’t want to hang out with them anymore, or you just don’t want to deal with hearing them. This is society’s fault, in many regards; but in the end, it really is your own choice in how you react to this feeling of dissociation. Society, since the beginning of time, has always been a massive contradiction.

The only time we truly come together, is in times of struggle and hardship. This creates and fosters a strong bond between those who are a part of such a community. Thus, in turn, any “outsiders” from that moment onward, are then seen as an “invader” into this dynamic.

Thus, in modern society, to no one’s fault, we’ve all become dissociated from one another due to the competitive nature of life (not just capitalism; sure it intensifies this truth of life greatly, but in reality, life has always been cold, ruthless, and a never-ending struggle when seen from our human perspective).

In fact, life itself, when viewed outside of our own personal lives, is pointless. And I don’t just mean pointless in the way a young adult might see it. No, I mean pointless in the manner that every single aspect of our societal lives are tangibly pointless. True life, which is outside of society’s safe and comforting boundaries, is where the meaning hides. But then again, life outside the boundaries of comforts and lies is a harsh reality. Of course, with every negative aspect, comes a positive outcome as well.

Life, when lived “naturally” gives us a stimulating reason to live. Without this stimulating aspect of life, our human existence can seem “pointless”. Yet without the safety and comfort of society, life is feral, fully vicious, and unkind to levels unknown by many of us as humans living in the modern “First World” countries.

So in many probabilities, life in society is likely the better of two evils. The only downside to society, is that most people don’t usually actively feel the need to participate in it. This is a side affect of living in a “profits first” business-environment. Due to this kind of existence, humans have undoubtedly made life more complicated than it already is. Because of the “inefficiencies” of human effort in workplaces, we have degraded ourselves and our fellow brothers and sisters to mere “numbers”. We’re all just seen as algorithms, statistics; data. All of us waiting our turn in a line that leads to small gratification and more suffering in the end.

But the truth is, the alternative is scarier. For some people though, that alternative is their only way out; it’s their only comfort in a society which no longer looks out for their basic needs as human beings.

This is where my own personal experience comes into play into the narrative of this truth and reality. During darker times in my young adult life, I was faced with this dilemma and tried with my best efforts to try and find a way to solve this puzzle we as human beings have created for our children, for our working-class people, and for our elderly. The truth that I’ve found, is one which I don’t think I’ll ever share in the fear that it will crush any such hope or inspiration to see change occur in our world, even at a micro-level.

Moving back to the topic at hand; individually, when we find ourselves in our most vulnerable or private moments with ourselves, we find that life has much more meaning when we begin to foster our imagination. That’s the trick of life; it’s all about creating your own personal world in your mind which makes you feel confident and assured about yourself. In turn, it makes you not care so much what negative people have to say to you.

Anyways, I want to end today’s post here before I go on any further. I have a lot of other topics which I’ll be delving into, but for now, I think this should be a good spot to end.

Remember to always trust your gut instinct, and never doubt your intuition whenever you’re in doubt about something, someone, or anything that may seem a bit off. Life’s full of surprises, twists, turns, and adventures – so make the best of it!

Forever in Your Debt,

R.S. Noel

By the Darkness (A Poem)

In the depths of our darkest hour, stands a peculiar and darkly creature.

It hides where no light will ever cast its radiance.

No matter where you go, you’ll find at every corner there’s a sharpened edge.

At the final stop of your lost humanity, you’ll find something strangely familiar in the shuffle of life’s never-ending movement.

You’ll awaken in a sweat, wondering what happened to that childish promise you made to yourself all those years ago.

And in the end, you’ll realize what mattered the most to you was actually just a sense of belonging.

A sense that you mattered.

A sense that you have a purpose and a reason to be alive.

But truth be told – you still have your wits and your intuition alongside you.

Don’t be blinded by such useless vanities. You’re more important than just a mere feeling.

You’re more than just the label you give yourself.

And it’s by the darkness, you find rawest parts of your life’s truth. You begin to unravel long-neglected secrets. Some of those secrets are best left behind. Yet other secrets are better left close to your heart and mind.

Don’t falter, wayward soul. Find your meaning deep within the confinements of your being. Keep it a secret; but never forget.

Forever in Your Debt,

R.S. Noel

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Distant Intimacy (A Poem)

Our eternal bond crosses over from this reality, into the realm of endless possibilities.

Songs of purity ring out faintly through the dark abyss of forgotten and meaningless time.

In your smile, I see life.

In your eyes, I see change.

In the way life’s colorful winds enraptures us into a whirlwind of hope and intimacy, I begin to understand your soul as you begin to understand mine.

We lock eyes; forever hovering between that moment of contact and that moment of forever longing.

Awoken.

Yet now, in the light of day as I lay here awakened from the dreamy land, I find myself rediscovering what the purpose of life truly is about. Upon a land of tattered dreams and broken truths, I find peace in knowing there will always be love in the world.

In the dark of night; once found, I now find myself venturing through the spiraling corridors of truth. Within a kaleidoscope of endless torture, turmoil, and travesty – I now find comforting solace in my loneliness.

Your words were the only heavenly guide for my wayward heart. But as we’ve grown apart, I know our paths have diverged unto two separate and distant journeys.

I ponder only for a brief moment; ponder on what could have been. But I soon realize that I’ve become my own person as you have as well. You always knew that I’d wake up from my false reality to see the light of humanity’s truth.

We are beings meant to live freely when young. We are meant to explore both the physical world and the world within ourselves. We are meant to hold onto a deep-rooted intimacy with softened grasp; for nothing is ours to claim. We are merely guests to a world gracious enough to house us.

You were my everything, you were the joy to my life and the beating to my heart. But I’ve come to accept that there are so many ways one soul can love another. Even if it means from afar forevermore.

Forever in Your Debt,

R.S. Noel

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The Song of an Ancient People (A Poem)

Deep within our heart and soul, lies the song of an ancient people.

As the rivers flow with crystalline-clear water, and natural minerals – they sing in a reassuring calmness.

As the thunder roars in the distance skies and rain trickles down like a saddened God – they sing with a darkened sorrow.

As the winds howl in the wide-open plains of a verdant and plentiful landscape – they sing with a carefree spirit.

And as the raging fires of battle rage-on, they sing with a united strength.

As winter turns to spring, their tune changes from one of solitude to one of new beginnings.

And thus, as the song of the ancients echoes deeply within our hearts, it reminds us of our shared commonalities. Though we may all live different lives, even for a fleeting moment of being together – we all remember why we work, why we gather food, why we celebrate a new life, and why we pay our respects for the passing of old life.

A song of merriment, a song of devastation, a song of trial and error. That is the song of our peoples.

Soothing yet harsh, reassuring and deeply devoting – no sound or impression could ever take away such a beautiful and natural song.

It begins as a hymn and a simple whistle. But as more and more people gather, it builds-up like a mighty crescendo.

For those who have yet to be born, and for those who have already lived a long life – this is the song of undying hope. It is that of a higher-calling. It is that of an unending struggle to make ourselves better with each passing day.

So remember when you hear the song of the ancients, where you came from and where you’re going.

Forever in Your Debt,

R.S. Noel

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The Meaning of Life (A Poem)

The Meaning of Life

For every breathe of life, there is a sigh of death.

For every act of kindness, there is an act of hatred.

For every moment of joy, there is one of sorrow.

For every beginning, there is an end.

The meaning of life encompasses these elements of reality. There’s a special sort of ebb-and-flow to the process. Something so ordinary at first glance; rapidly transitions to something so incredibly phantasmal and fantastical.

As our lives are ever weighed by the shifting times both ahead of us and behind us; our present-moment is ever morphing to adapt to the unseen trials and tribulations surrounding us.

Change is in the air, ever omnipotent and ever-present. Can you not feel it?

In your very bones, in your very soul and being. There’s something strange coming this way. And yet…there is also a hidden blessing in all of the chaos to ensue. A calling only you can answer.

It’s the call of the human experience.

When the world is faced with the coming dark hour, the cycle is preparing to start anew once more. As history repeats itself, so do we as a people.

For all of our glory and horrors, for all of our accomplishments and shame, and for all of our shared truths and deceptions – there is one constant reality to the universe around us.

Nothing ever stays the same.

Change is brewing.

A sense of immediate danger emits.

A silent hope bubbles above the surface.

Will you survive? Will I survive? What will become of our future?

Such are the questions of two love-birds who glide together for one last time before the currents of wind change their course forevermore. Even at this strange time in our world’s history – it is evident enough that history truly does repeat itself. Life for us has always been plagued with war and peacetime. Ever like a pendulum gliding back-and-forth ever so slowly.

Time is shifting.

You will be faced with many obstacles that will test everything you thought you stood for. You will begin to understand and see the world through new eyes. You’ll morph into a new person altogether, not familiar with the person you see from your reflection. Just like a pendulum too, you’ll eventually swing back to your old self. But for now, life is calling upon a darker self. A much more adaptable self.

Though the end is always inevitable, how will you change the world? For your future is just beyond the horizon…

Forever in Your Debt,

R.S. Noel

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Two Different People; Two Separate Journeys

This piece was inspired by a recent whirlwind of events related to immense inner-growth. Without further delay, let me share a piece of my soul with you.

 

Two Different People; Two Separate Journeys

Down by the knurled tree, right of the curved stone wall, and left of the beach-sand; stand two very different men on two separate and unlikely journeys.

One is hardworking, dedicated to achieving greatness, and prepared for the unknown.

The other one, is carefree, unassuming and full of excitement and innocent joy.

But both men stare out towards the same horizon, as their life is yet on the cusp of a whirlwind of events.

The hardworking man is ready for anything, ready for nothing, and ready for all-the-in-between.

He’s prepared; and yet he also knows that nothing will truly prepare him for what is to come next.

The unmotivated man is ready to enjoy whatever journey life throws his way. In a sense, this man is more prepared for the vast unknown than the hardworking man.

That’s the excitement of life, not knowing if one is destined for greatness or if one is destined for dullness.

For that is the big hidden secret of life. Truth be told, there is no such thing as failure. There is only greatness and dullness.

Just as much as the hardworking man may be focused to succeed; the unmotivated man may very well be the one who is thrust into greatness. He has no time to prepare for such change. He knows not how to readjust his life.

Just as that very same hardworking man has made it his life’s goal to become the lead-man of this epic lore; the other man has yet to realize that the strange workings of life have gifted him with all of the worldly secrets he needs to fulfill such a magical destiny.

For that is what the hardworking man doesn’t fully understand.

Life is not about him, or her, or even them. It is not about how well you prepare yourself with education and indoctrination. No, it is about how well you prepare your mind, heart, and soul.

It’s about knowing when to make a move to benefit not only yourself, but those around you.

It’s about understanding that some days will be filled with treachery, lies, deceit, and deception.

It’s about accepting love and compassion into your heart even when your inner-life is filled with turmoil and rage.

The light of truth is one in which is basked in dark days.

The true light, is that in which we cannot see.

It is the light in which you and I are forever blind to; but can feel through divine glimpses and visions:

Ray of hope; wash away my woes.

Beautiful song-birds; mince my ordinary life with beautiful chimes.

Ocean breeze, come and engulf me in the unheard secrets and truths that rest within your depths.

In the depths of the unknown, I found hope.

In the calamity of the end-days, I began to feel a gusto of confidence and inner-strength I never knew existed in my soul.

In the singular sound of your distant voice, I found peace and solace once again. For in this moment of unique silence – I knew I wasn’t truly alone.

Forever in Your Debt,

R.S. Noel

 

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Raging Storm, Mighty Roar, and Vexing Visitor

(This is a short story that I wrote a couple of months back; but never had the chance to really sit down and edit. With that said, I hope you enjoy reading it)!

(Sidenote: here’s the track I listened to in order to get into the vibe of writing this short fiction piece. Feel free to click anywhere in these two sentences if you want to hear it)!

 


Raging Storm, Mighty Roar, and Vexing Visitor

By: R.S. Noel

The sound of thunderous lightning bolting throughout the night sky could be heard far away. Brilliant flashes escaped the darkened horizon of the shadowy mountains in the distance.

But this most disturbing of days didn’t stop him from arriving at the land owned by the King of Everything. No; in fact, it all started when…

“Hello my mighty King, a guest wishes to speak with you.”

“Certainly I thought all my appointed guest would have canceled their appointment of court?”

“Well…everyone did sir. This guest; however, is not from your kingdom. He traveled from afar.”

“Hm…let me ask you one question then. Has this predetermined meeting been agreed upon by my advisor?”

“If you recall my majesty, your last advisor perished.”

“How so?”

“By your raging hand.”

The king looked curiously out the nearby window pane, “Oh yes, I remember now. He was always quite the vexing man…”

Looking at the royal messenger with a look of peculiarity, the King of Everything seemed a bit phased now as a thought crossed his mind. “Well then, I suppose you can send him in.”

“As you wish, your highness.”

So the royal messenger bowed down in courtesy and moved back a little bit. He soon thereafter turned around to open the large golden adorned doors.

Not thinking much of his guest, The King of Everything looked down at a couple of relevant documents in which he was reviewing. He had better things to do; and attending to such royal matters was what he was ordained to do, at any rate.

Or so, he thought.

The sound of a man clearing his throat quite loudly was the first sign of trouble.

“Please wait, young sir! You mustn’t go in there so reck-.”

“The day is fruitful, and I have plans-a-many. No storm, nor change of weather, could ever quell my fiery soul! I wish to make this brief and concise. Certainly, your highness also has other things to attend to. Or, is he a man without reason?”

The King of Everything gazed up with only his steely grey eyes, as he scanned the incoming man with a sense of deepening displeasure. He didn’t like to be patronized in his own court, especially not on this day when he was already beyond irritable and without an inkling of patience. After all, the king hated the incoming storm. It reminded him of his childhood. A childhood robbed of anything even remotely kind or familiar.

Upon observation of the young man; it appeared that the foreigner certainly did fit the part of a stranger lost in a strange land. The young man wore no gaudy clothes, nor any glittering jewels of wealth. No, he was a man as simple-looking as any.

Strange indeed…the king knew something wasn’t right. For it so happened, that the King of Everything did notice a particular aspect to the fellow.

A certain aura which the king had never witnessed before in any other person who had ever opposed his jurisdiction or threatened his sense of security.

As if he was timing his next move ever so calculatingly, the King of Everything put down the documents he had begun to read; and stared up at the man with a sense of false understanding. He was about to say something; a sort of welcoming gesture but was abruptly cut-off by this foreign man.

“Your Highness, I am beset by your renowned reputation! I am a humble man who comes from a foreign land far-away from this certainly strange yet beautiful landscape. Many stories have I heard of your raging behavior, of your strong actions, and of your royally vexing words. I suppose I am yet unfamiliar with the workings of an authoritative rulership…but, that’s beside the point.”

The King of Everything looked at the young traveler with utter disbelief. He was beyond shocked at this man’s candor and openness to speak so freely. Quite a vexing man indeed.

But for one reason or another, the king allowed this man’s strange behavior to precede his own otherwise fatal actions.

“You see, your majesty; I am a merchant who is seeking out an extraordinary and one-of-a-kind deal. A specific deal that is to be made between you and I. Men of similar status and rank.”

This comment alone sent the King rolling over with death inside. He could never imagine ever being compared to such a lowly-looking being.

But what the merchant said next indeed took the king for quite a surprise.

“I’ve been traveling for about 4 years now – making business connections and propositions with other influential political leaders throughout the five continental nations of Eloruk. As it stands; however, this land of yours is the last I’ve yet to reach during my travels. Surely you must realize then that this very meeting would only come naturally. It holds a great deal of magnitude for not only my business – but also, for your kingdom.”

What?

The King of Everything was momentarily stunned into further silence now.

But that sense of amazement quickly drained out of the king’s soul. The mighty King of Everything was more than upset now; he had suddenly become enraged.

“Young man, if my reputation is so widely known – as you state it is; why do you come in here with such an air of arrogance? Your harsh words serve you no better than any common wench who wishes to be saved by a man of coin. Do you understand what I’m saying? Certainly you must realize we aren’t of the same stature; as a matter of fact, we are far beyond even being closely-compared.”

The young man stared somewhat blankly at the king as he seemed completely unfazed by such words.

The King slowly stood up from his lavished ruby-adorned chair now as he glared openly at the young man. The time for playing around had undoubtedly come to a halt.

“Come closer, boy; I wish to get a clearer understanding of your status.”

Not flinching even for a second, the young man further straightened his back as he walked towards the king.

He wasn’t scared, he wasn’t even hesitant. No, the young merchant was quite prepared for such unappealing scenarios as this one. That’s part of the reason he was such a prosperous merchant, to begin with. He was quite eclectic in nature, and he was always ready to change his tactics. Quick on his feet; if you will.

As he reached the King of Everything; the young merchant stared the royal man right in the eyes. Unyielding in his inner-strength; yet in the same breath of defiance, the merchant also showed an unfamiliar kindness the king was not used to.

In fact, the king was quite repulsed by such an understanding appearance.

Clearing his throat with a guttural sound, the King of Everything spoke with his same booming voice. “Do you wish for me to grant you open-trade routes? Of course, that’s the plight of any such foolish and naive man! You may have traveled far-and-wide, but you have yet to cross paths with a man such as me. Your time of fair days is over, young merchant.”

Looking at the King of Everything with a sense of false uneasiness, the young man cleared his throat and responded in a lower tone. “It would be wise for you to reconsider. Though I know I may not be as powerful as you, it would be advisable to remember that situations in our daily lives can change over the course of weeks, months…and even years.”

The King of Everything looked unbothered by this otherwise strange remark. He scoffed at this fellow and turned around as he made his way back to his royal seat. The king indeed took his time, as he slowly moved with an air of greatness.

“Messenger, take this man out of my sight! Tell the guards to throw this rat back onto the streets. He is nothing more but a pox on my land.”

The king had yet to even take his seat before he heard a peculiar sound.

It was the sound of the royal messenger being stabbed through the gut from behind.

As the king stopped his movement, turned around, and laid his eyes upon this bloody scene – he gasped silently to himself. But it was so silent, not even he could have heard such a noise full of shock.

Facing the king, was now a group of about twelve foreigners. One of them, a stealthy ninja, had stuck his elongated dagger into the messenger’s now-helpless body. 

Seeing a small smirk full of devious intentions, the young merchant who once had the appearance of a righteous merchant; now appeared to be that of a crazed and insane man ready to do whatever it took to rule these strange and once unhindered lands.

“You foolish king. You thought your kingdom safe from the wicked world out there? You thought yourself so untouchable and so mighty that not even a commoner such as myself could make something of himself and one day come back to the land in which I was birthed? You took everything away from me…”

The King of Everything could see in the young merchant’s green eyes now, a look of deep sorrow and cold pain. He could see it as clearly as the king could see his own pain. This man, was in fact, his equal in status.

“My mother, my sister, my friends…you took the only happiness I once held in life when I was a mere child! You stole a childhood I never could keep. Remember this day as the day you made a mistake in how you ruled over your subjects. Yours is a fate worse than death. It’s of infamy, of dishonor and shame!”

Having led a life of hardened emotions and few words, the King of Everything shook his head in dismay at the young man. “It would appear we are equals after all.”

The young man looked genuinely perplexed by this statement. “Why the sudden change of heart?”

The king scoffed once more as he gazed towards the young merchant and his twelve disciples. “You and I are of the same breed. We were born to take, and take, and take. Born to lead lives full of sin and glory. Yet in the end, we lead lives that are short-lived. Full of gut-wrenching pain; full of unquenchable misery – tis a life only a few chosen men and women traverse down. The path less traveled, or so conventional history says…”

The young merchant warded the deathly ninja to remain motionless now as he addressed the King of Everything once again. “You…you would dare compare yourself to me? The Mad King of Everything knows nothing of suffering, nothing of savagery and inhumanity! You’ve lived contently here in this castle of splendor and succor! You’ve lived ever-so meticulously; not once experiencing the humiliation of starvation or the degradation of prostitution! You call yourself a king, but all I see is a coward.”

The twelve members of the young merchant’s rag-tag team supported these claims – as they cheered out with a profound victory. They had been wronged for too long now. This day, which had once been unimaginable, was soon coming to fruition. Rarely does imagination manifest so clearly in reality.

Feeling the vigor of triumph overtake him now, the young man moved closer to the king as he took out his sword. “Bring me your chalice full of red wine and white lies, for I would dare to dine with such a fellow who compares himself with just another commoner. Yes, I may dress the part of a foreigner; and yes, I may even appear like a stranger amidst a strange land – but this place was once my home. Though I did travel wide and far, I have come home after 4 long years. I’m a better man for it, and I’ve grown stronger than I could ever imagine. It is not youth, nor idealism, that brings about this change inside of me. No, it is a pure passion for doing what is right in this world full of so many wrongs!”

With that, the young man stuck his sword deep into the king’s chest as he could see a look of tired relief befall the king’s creased face.

The merchant was confused.

Why was the king so peaceful-looking?

Yes, the young man would get his answer yet.

The king coughed up a river of blood now as he smiled wryly at the young man and shared his last piece of advice for him. It came out as a hushed voice; but indeed, it was enough for just the young man to hear.

“You would…do well to remember…that the life of a leader is one…fraught with misery. One fraught…with difficult choices. You will find…that being a king is not everything it’s marked-up to be. Take heed, my boy…you’re life is just beginning. And as such, you’ve yet to realize…that I am your future reflection…”

The other twelve ardent disciples did not hear any of this. The young man felt a massive chill run down his spine as he stared at the dying king and felt a sense of dread befall him. Is this really what fate had in store for him? Would he too become a monster unrecognizable? Drunk on power and seeped in pleasure? Indeed, this could not be the truth.

But like many difficult truths in life, one must live through it to realize that the wheels of history have a strange way of repeating itself. 

As this night of thunderous applause broke-out, and as the sound of the raging storm outside grew in intensity; the King of Everything lay dead with arms sprawled out and with a face full of forgiveness and acceptance. His was a life predestined for such a doomed destiny. Nothing could have ever changed this fact of life, not even if he were to be a warm-hearted king. For he would have died quicker if that be the case.

Only time would tell whether the king was right in his final words. After all, that was also another strange miracle of life: nobody, not even the King of Everything, could ever predict the future so accurately and with precise diction.

The tales of tomorrow would just have to wait and see what fate had in store for the young merchant in the new day to come…

 

Forever in Your Debt,

R.S. Noel

 

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Four Warriors of Light

Four Warriors of Light

In the midst of chaos, uncertainty, and cold indifference – the world plunged itself into ever-consuming darkness.

The seas had wrought away with unnatural pollution.

The air had become poisoned by strange substances.

The earth had become infertile of the once beautiful and bountiful evergreens.

The fires of eternal war ravaged the world into an infinite cycle of life, death, and rebirth.

Tragic as it may sound, the world was overrun with strange hybrid creatures which brought about havoc unlike anything before seen on this world. These creatures were ginormous not only in height; but just as equally as deadly in design. Soulless beasts deprived of the right to live freely; their appetite was never satiated as they were intentionally programmed to be continuously on the hunt for human beings.

Yet the singular ray of hope that shined ever so narrowly unto this world of hopeless creatures and hapless beings, were that belonging to four such brave souls.

The first; was a mighty warrior. His courageous blade was forged in the depths of the brightest and most tempered flames ever found amidst this mortal world. Sharp as ever – both his bravery and his strike were equally matched. Though he led a life of unfair circumstances, his days of savage slavery made him into a warrior unlike any of his kind. His impenetrable determination to seek out justice wherever it may hide was clear from the onset. His people were born into such servitude with no true future to dream of. Even from a young age, the warrior was fearless and defiant in his own ways. He helped as many people as he could, and was ridiculed for doing so. Yet the trials and sufferings he endured through in his life certainly made him into the worthy fighter lore would remember him by forevermore.

The second; was a healer imbued with earth’s long forgotten well-spring of natural restorative powers. She was a woman of serene and uncorrupted kindness; for she was one of the lucky few in this twisted world to have been granted the blessings of the holy spirit. Through even the harshest war-time; her ability to persevere and aide those in need of assistance while enduring through turmoil and travesty was her defining trait. Her compassion and understanding of life knew no worldly bounds; and her secret inner-strength was what truly made her shine in even the darkest hour of fate. Unstoppable even at the behest of her own endangerment, this healer of renowned selfless act would never be forgotten in the hearts and minds of all those who followed in her footsteps. 

The third; was a magus of few words. The winds of discarded dreams and stained pasts followed his every move. Knowledgeable, highly in-tuned with his surroundings, and able to conjure up the strange workings of destructive elemental forces; his was a life stolen. Experimented on from a young age, this mysterious and silent man could easily wipe out an entire armada as fast as any machine of mass destruction could ever do. Having been a scientific experiment in one of the high-tech cities full of devious human beings, the magus was unfamiliar to kindness and good-of-heart. Undoubtedly so, his sense of deep distrust did serve for a righteous purpose. No secret ever escaped his ears, especially none belonging to those in positions of highly corruptible power.

The fourth; was a monk whom never gave up. She was the last of her kind; and thus as a consequence, her soul was that belonging to the transparency of water. She was just as agile and adaptive to her environment as any such being of aptitude. Once a leader of her people, the monk had once fought through destructive fleets of soldiers to ensure her people’s wellbeing. She had walked through the hard-earned glory of blood, sweat, and tears to avenge humanity’s lost sense of honor, duty, and loyalty. Though having failed everyone she once loved and cherished; the monk was not done yet. For her journey was just at the cusps of its truest beginnings.

Undoubtedly so, it would be fate’s working indeed that these four souls would meet at a cross-roads in their life.

Their effect on the world would span countless centuries, their actions would be reenacted throughout the eons, and their singular and combined hope for a better future would be remembered through sorrowful and bittersweet tears. The four warriors of light would not only make history, but they would also start the era of true freedom and salvation. Together, they would help remind the remaining humans left on this desolate world, what it truly meant to live amongst each other in harmony with innovation, knowledge, and truth as their pillars of change.

Though they would certainly meet in the most peculiar and implausible way imaginable; their tale would one day be known throughout the world as an ancient story worthy of tomes. And thus, the natural balance of equilibrium would once again be tipped in favor of light.

For how long this would last, however, was quite another story altogether…

Forever in Your Debt,

R.S. Noel

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