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Mythos of Azernos (Poetics 2)

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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!

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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)

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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)

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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

Distant Intimacy (A Poem)

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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 Meaning of Life (A Poem)

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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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Transformation

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Transformation

I feel myself disconnecting from who I am.

Who I am….

Who I…………..was?

I’m beginning to wonder: what’s wrong with me? 

Why am I losing pieces of myself?

Why are those pieces floating out of my consciousness like a stream of water flowing downstream at an unimaginably blinding speed?

I see you. 

I…..saw you?

I’m beginning to wonder if I’m starting to see you or if I’m beginning to see…….my own reflection?

Like a kaleidoscope of dizzying colors, my once dreary eyes are beginning to see the faint lights of ever-changing fates.

To see the potential of you and I. To feel the winds of unspoken truths caress my face with faulty lies.

I’ve begun to speak in my dreams of feverish nightmares borne of an indifference to what’s going on in our shared world.

I’ve begun to distance myself from who we are meant to be.

I’ve broken our promise.

I’m sorry.

I’m so incredibly sorry.

I feel like I failed who I was meant to be.

And yet…

Yet my future is bright.

What does that even mean?

Why do we cherish those who have “made it”?

One day.

One day, I swear on my very soul.

I will live my truth.

I will change this world, even if for just a flash of a moment.

I will change the collective consciousness of our society for just a second in history.

I will defend the honor of what it means to truly survive and thrive in this world, I will remind myself of why I still breathe.

No doubt the best of humanity dies young; for the old and aging continue to live and support this world full of deception and abuse. I should know, I’m becoming such a thing. Such a creature of the night.

Why haven’t I ended it all for myself?

I don’t feel suicidal. That’s likely the reason why. But still…why am I playing along with this game?

I can’t stop myself either. I’m filled with determination unlike anything of this world. But…why? Why am I so competitive? Why am I so determined? Even though I don’t wish to be, I just am?

Confusing thoughts spiral in my mind as a wave of over-confidence washes over me…or is it doubt?

But I’m not indecisive; though I wish I was at this moment.

I wish I was more confused than I’m playing it out to be.

I wish I could come up with some excuse; some tainted truth.

Thoughts intertwined with hallowed emotions. I don’t actually feel anything at this moment. I’ve become numb. And yet, my heart still beats? It beats with life, with the ever-pulsing rhythm of life.

Why has our world succumb to such devastation and derelict woes?

Why, why, why, why, why, why.

Our voices are drowned out, our opinions are non-existent, and our stories will forever be untold.

The truth will forever glimmer in the moonlit sky like a long-forgotten wish. The truth will flicker as a lone candle does in the dead of night. The truth will be unseen like the silent bird which has no voice to sing. The truth will exist, but only for itself alone. It will never be comforted, never be hugged with delight or cherished for its unique characteristics. It will never be able to shine so brightly that the sun, and the moon, and all the stars are meaningless to the bountiful life on Earth.

The truth will forever remain unclaimed. Forever untouched and despised. For truth brings inconvenience. It fosters a sense of hostility between two souls. It reminds all of us of our inevitable death. It reminds us that life is so precious; yet we are wasting it away day-in-and-day-out by working away at a job which holds no meaning to our true community; our true loved-ones.

The truth is harsh.

It is cruel and cold.

Like the nights of cold-sweat drenching your body; it is unforgiving and relentless. Like the days full of addiction and of growing numbness to life; rejection of truth brings about the calamity of your very existence. Like the darkening sky full of dread, or the mysterious secrets veraciously biting away at your soul as you try and reason and bargain with darker realities. Truth untouched is like a baby without her mother. It is like an unheard cry in the middle of nowhere. It is like the blood-thirsty eyes of a feral creature ready to devour it’s prey.

It is like the breaking of glass, as the world comes shattering down upon the weight of our lies.

But…

Once acknowledge and accepted; truth transforms it’s once ugly disguise into a beautiful soul.

Dancing in the light of day, truth can once again show us the way to salvation and holiness.

It can help us become worthy of being named children of goodness. Children of the righteous path – even if it isn’t always the easiest one.

Truth……

Truth can set us free again.

Forever in Your Debt,

R.S. Noel

 

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Gaining New Perspectives in Life

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When you write, a lot of the times there are many different angles to look at any given situation you’re focused on. Whether you’re writing a non-fiction or fiction book, you’ll usually find yourself wondering which way is the best manner in which to start or view your topic of choice. It’s always important to see something from multiple viewpoints, you never want to look at a piece of writing and wonder what the purpose behind it is.

Yet this post isn’t about writing. No, it’s about the new perspectives gained through being more aware of your environment (both imagined and real).

Some of the best methods of gaining a new perspective in your life is to imagine what your own experience would be like in a different person’s position. Better yet, you can also imagine what the world must feel like on a daily basis. Just imagine what the life of a mouse must be like. Or even how the sound of a clock ticks while an empty house remains silent amidst a time of vast uncertainty. The possibilities are endless with this type of thinking.

There’s no end to creativity, the only limit is yourself. Never be too afraid, always question the validity of a person, a situation, or even the state of our world. The more you start to question, the more you begin to realize that everything in life is permitted. With this viewpoint, you can better understand a lot of the current world affairs in today’s globalized society.

A defining moment in any person’s life, is characterized by a sense of awakening, or even a sense of understanding herself/himself in the world and where they stand in it. It can be a truly humbling, and sometimes even terrifying, realization when you begin to understand and come to terms with a lot of the realities of our existence and what it even means to be human in this ever-changing environment. To grasp your own identity is the single best thing you can ever do, not only for yourself, but for those around you who truly love you and cherish you for who you are as a human being in the world.

On a more transparent note, I want to let you know, that perspective also helps you to heighten your sense of awareness of the crueler fates amidst our globalized world. Because in some manner, you will realize that even if you’re just one person in a sea of others, you can change the world (even if it is at a micro-level, it’s still very significant in the grander scheme of life). Your actions, especially during times of hardship and uncertainty in your society, can help to further strengthen the bonds and connections you have with those around you.

Perspective of different people, different life-forms, and different ideologies, is probably the best tool to have if you are a writer. You’re able to understand so many otherwise mysterious concepts in mainstream society. You’re able to better analyze why something happened, and the many different things that caused it.

It’s kind of like being a detective, but the only thing is, no one in the entire world knows you’re paying attention.

If you choose to be naïve or willingly ignorant, I cannot judge you. I used to judge people on being ignorant, back when I was a teenager. But now that I’m an adult, I’ve come to understand that everything (and I mean everything) has a reason for being the way it is; and those things don’t necessarily change as quickly as they should. Some things can stay the “same” for a very, very long time. Inevitably, however, things do change. Whether it be in minutes, hours, days, months, years, centuries, or a millennia – everything eventually succumbs to change.

I could go on, but my time is limited today. I have a lot of work to do, and so little time to finish it. If anything, I’ll leave you with one simple thought: hold the deepest parts of yourself close to your soul, but also let the world see a part of who you truly are. In this way, you can better build your own personality through the different tribulations and trials out there in our shared environment.

After all, we show only the parts of ourselves which we want the world to see. Ultimately, this is what makes perspective so fascinating and intriguing. Different perspectives are the only hidden truth worth discovering in this estranged and chaotic world.

Forever in Your Debt,

R.S. Noel

In Times of Darkness

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Some days are more difficult than others; but I’ve recently discovered that no matter where you are in your life, you can always make the best of any situation no matter the adversity. After all, there’s no true end-goal in our lives; there are only opportunities to succeed or fail.

Hi everyone, it’s me R.S. Noel coming to you with another post, and today I’ll be discussing the amazing power within you and me.

In times of darkness, we can become more than just ordinary people. We are all incredibly talented in one way or another; and as human beings, we have the chance and opportunity to truly take what is ours. In this society driven by pure competition and favoritism; we as people can still find ways to make a difference in the world. We need 3 things: hard-work, opportunity, and luck. Even if people try to sabotage you in some way, or even if you feel under-appreciated in your work, or even if you think you’ll never succeed; the truth of the matter is that you have to try first in order to know what you can do to better your chances of success at whatever it is you’re actively working at.

I’ve realized at 24 years of age, that nothing is impossible. Truly nothing. You can quite literally materialize whatever you so desire into the real world without any opposition. One way or another, you will succeed – even if it’s not the way you had once originally envisioned it to be like.

I think the beautiful thing about life right now is that we’re living in a very unique period of vast-knowledge and also a time of grave uncertainty. It is a clash of both something good and something incredibly bad. Of course, that’s how life usually works. There must always be a Yang to every Yin. No matter how bad we want life to be this easy road to success, we have to remember that reality is much harsher than that. We must make sacrifices in order to achieve whatever it is that we want. We must also remember that we must put in the necessary time in order to make things work.

For example, my older brother who is just about to turn 31 years old, has had a plan set in motion since he was 20. He has already completed college with a degree in graphic designing. But he’s content with his job, which is working at the local supermarket. He has gained about 12 years already with his store, and he plans to retire from there and eventually find another job to coincide with his retirement checks from the supermarket. This is something that he has actively worked at and I am really proud of him. Of course, other people may see this as a failure, but I see it as an achievement. He’s part of a union, and he’ll likely never get fired or laid-off, so he has more security in his job than many other people his age. That is certainly something to be proud of, especially since we live in an age of massive instability.

I digress though, back to the main topic at hand.

In times of darkness, we are faced with a multitude of personal questions which we must answer in order to move ahead in our own lives.

Like; where do I want to be in 5 years? In 10 years?

What kind of lifestyle do I want to live by?

Do I want to be married and have kids one day soon? Or am I a free spirit who would rather travel around America or the world?

These are the kinds of questions we must all ask ourselves as we grow older and more aware of our own surroundings. Life has never been easy or simple; that’s the truth of it. That’s why every time I hear “why do humans have to make life so difficult” I merely laugh to myself in silence. Humans were meant to make life difficult. We aren’t a docile or even quiet breed of creatures. We are intelligent, proud, and even opinionated (some more than others). EVERYONE’s lives are difficult, no matter what kind of government system we have. no matter what societal rules we construct, and no matter what expectations we place on our people.

Life for humans was never designed to be “simple” or “easy”. It was created to be challenging. It was meant to be a life-or-death experience. It was meant to be cherished and scorned. Life for humans was meant to be a life-long journey wrought with happiness and pain all mixed together. To push ourselves further than we could ever imagine. Life is a roller-coaster with only one end, that being death. So you might as well get out there and take life by the horns.

Nobody will make that choice for you; only you can make those hard decisions in life yourself.

That’s what I think is a potential problem with our modern day society. Our parents, grandparents, etc., etc., have really coddled us into being “too soft”. Four years ago, I was a completely different man than I am today. Sometimes I can’t even begin to fathom how I used to be. I would have never survived in the world by myself if I never evolved and matured. And even still, I have much left to learn and grow from. That’s a natural process to life after all. If you try and stop the inevitable change from happening, than you’ll never be fully prepared for what life has to offer us.

In times of darkness, there are moments which escape us that can never be recalled again. If we let slip those opportunities of hardship, we may never grow if we don’t accept the challenges that await us on the other side.

I once dated a girl for 3 years who was older than me and was afraid to live life. She was shy, a bit on the quiet side, and wasn’t completely sure of herself. Rest assured, after the 3 years we were together, she had blossomed into a woman who was sure of herself and of her goals in life. She wanted to go to New York City and live there; she wanted to experience and learn new things in life beyond college since she finished. She wanted to become an active participant in her own life story. That’s what I love to see; growth. Even though it didn’t work out for us, and we had our differences, I’m still glad that I was able to get her out of her shell. Whoever ends up with her as a partner will be very lucky to have her. She was an incredible young woman, and had become very communicative and open.

Things happen in life; and as you go through changes in your own life, you’ll begin to see the differences around you. You’ll begin to see the many different possibilities out there for you to grab. You’ll begin to understand that you’re bound to make mistakes. More importantly, you’ll begin to appreciate living your life a little more than you might take for granted now.

Conclusively, I think it’s safe to say that you owe it to yourself to go do that thing you’ve always wanted to do. Start that project you’ve always wanted to finish; see where it leads you. Perhaps you’ve always wanted to travel yourself; starting making a financial goal for your traveling needs. It’s never too late to start something new; we as human beings are never done learning. We are ever-evolving and always learning new concepts, ideas, and truths. Don’t let the fear of failure overrule your desire to try something new. That’s the biggest issue in the world, and especially at a time of vast uncertainty as we’re currently facing in our world, there really is no better time to get started on your life then right now.

So go out there and make a difference, even if it’s a small one. After all, all great things in the world have relatively small and insignificant beginnings.

Forever in Your Debt,

R.S. Noel

Arkanim: Tales of the Enlightened Ones

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Hello everyone! It’s me R.S. Noel coming to you with another post. For today, I’m going to make it short and also provide another excerpt from Arkanim: Tales of the Enlightened Ones. This is another work-in-progress book that I’ve been writing for a while now. To be honest, this is the very first work-in-progress book I had originally started on when I was 10 years old. But through the years, growing-up got the better of me, and I regrettably put this story aside.

Now, however, life has granted me a wake-up call that I cannot ignore. The story has come full force into my life once again…

The following is a work-in-progress by me, R.S. Noel. I hold and maintain all the rights for the work presented below. Thank you for your interest and understanding. Enjoy!:

It was growing. All around her, she could hear the sounds of light footsteps, of silent windy whispers gliding through the jungle’s vines, of the many different sounds of nature that were now engulfing the foreigners. Rhea couldn’t distinguish between what noise belonged to a human and what noise belonged to the wild life of these unruly jungles.

There was no doubt in her mind that they were being watched closely, it was only a matter of time before something immensely uncertain happened.

Rhea could hear Merthus beginning to breath slightly faster now as the boy had undoubtedly noticed the subtle changes in the Flurrus Jungle as well. Rhea wished at this very moment that she could just comfort the small child, but she knew that it was hopeless to even pretend that everything was all right. She knew that they just needed to survive through this experience. Their lives had become nothing more than the basic instinct of survival. Nothing else mattered; just their willpower to make it out of this mess alive.

Moving a bit quicker through the narrow path they were walking upon, Rhea could tell that Zante was increasingly growing worried as he appeared to turn his head slightly left and right from time to time. Rhea knew that the man was surely trying to figure out if the hidden Urksinians were going to show themselves right now or not.

She knew now at this very moment that Zante Qit’zo truly did care for their wellbeing. If Rhea had any doubts before, they were put to rest as her eyes maintained a steady gaze on the back of Zante’s head. This was the only thing that Rhea could manage to look at, as she feared trying to avert her gaze even slightly away towards the noises that were only continuing to grow around her. It would only serve to bring more trouble to them.

In the distance from this curving road riddled with dark soil, Rhea could see two large arching gates that were closed shut. She could not see beyond that point, as there appeared to be plenty of large vines and roots covering the otherwise visible sight of the village certainly behind the gates.

Some of Rhea’s hair covered her face lightly now, as a tailwind swept to the left side of her. She knew that this was no natural occurrence. Her eyes grew wide with fascination. Someone was running unimaginably fast now behind the veil of the thick jungle life to her left. Rhea did not dare to remove her hair from her face, as she now looked dead straight ahead without even entertaining the thought that she could look elsewhere. Her eyes were wide with paralyzed fear. She knew her inner fear was showing, and she cursed very silently underneath her breath as she wished for nothing else but to hide such vulnerable emotions.

It was without question that Rhea, Merthus, and Dasca were simply not welcomed here. Even before she had seen any of the Urksinians within the village of Kin’uly itself, Rhea was now starting to understand the workings of different people from different parts of the world.

As the group neared closer to the heavily vegetated gates that surely led into the village of Kinkuly, Rhea could see four guardsmen standing ever so silently amongst the vines. Rhea had not seen them before, and likely because they were wearing armor that was the same shade of green as the verdant gates. She was in awe at how unmoving they were, better than statues. Certainly the messenger that Zante had sent ahead of them had let these guardsmen know that they were nearing the village. And by they, Rhea knew she was thinking more along the lines of Dasca, Merthus, and herself.

Gorgirians were not exactly on friendly terms with Urksinians.

Rhea could feel the intensity of those behind her, as she momentarily shut her eyes to allow her fears to subside just a little more.

Then, that’s when it happened.

Jumping from the many trees that were grouped tightly together on both sides of the narrow path – came down about nine native Urksinians. They all appeared intimidating and full of untapped energy. Most of them were men, broad shouldered and towering in size. About two of them were Urksinian women, still equally intimidating with their bulging muscles and unfamiliar physiques.

Yet it was one of the Urksinian men that started to walk straight up to Zante that really caught Rhea’s fearful attention. This man had the broadest of shoulders amongst the newfound Urksinians, thick arms the size of tree trunks, and powerful legs that could likely crush even a newborn gorgus.

He landed squarely in front of Zante as he stared at the man with an unflinching gaze that appeared to bulge out with deep hatred. “Zante Qit’zo…vena’lu hega nemno qora-dod belsion!” [Zante Qitzo…you’ve come back home with slaves in tow!].

Though Rhea had no idea what this unknown new man had just said, she could tell Zante was guarding any sign of emotions as he responded back clearly and with a deepened voice. “Jersde leme’neleno, cirlee – nem belsion.” [They are foreigners – guests; not slaves].

Forever in Your Debt,

R.S. Noel

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A New Writer

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To be a new writer is to be born into this world for the first time ever.

It is to experience the wonders of such light and dark places. It is a thrill, a wave of feelings and emotions which drown you until you are reborn again, over and over. The process never changes, and the feelings never fade away. Yet new emotions will always take over old ones; making your heart beat wildly with silent joy, with unheard excitement, with untold fears. It all builds up in momentum and tempo, as you begin your journey with gusto and zeal.

To be a new writer means to stumble and make mistakes. Mistakes, however, that need to be made. Because without mistakes, there is no progress. Without imperfections, you will never attain the true potential housed deep within your heart, soul, and mind. To stumble recklessly and with feverish devout, is to be a new writer.

To find your voice, and your path, is what makes us new writers.

To see other people for the first time; to really see them, is what makes us new writers. 

We may never meet, yet I feel as though I’ve known you my whole life. We share an interest, a singular experience known to us as writing. What makes us so unique is this experience alone. We are the scholars of the world, the educators of generations yet to come into existence, and the dreamers for those who are not fortunate enough.

We teach others what life is truly all about. To remind people that if we were to lose everything; society, materialism, structure – all that is left is us.

Us; who have felt naked and lost for centuries upon centuries.

Us; who have been misunderstood by those who are not in-touch with their human emotions and thoughts.

Us; the truth seekers of the very fabrications that make up our collective existence.

This is what it means to be a new writer.

It is, to be human.

This picture you see in the header, is the very same one I took one year ago when I embarked on my final journey to become a writer for life. I’ve never looked back since that day I made this singular promise with myself. Life has never been the same since then.

I can feel the sun’s rays falling on my shoulders as I make my way down this familiar path.

This place, which I will not name, is the single place I come to whenever I have the free time to do so. To be able to wonder and imagine all the different worlds and lives I can experience life through. To be lucky enough to see different people for who they truly are at the core of their beings. To find strange and quizzical creatures who have a mind of their own. The gardens I get to walk through are timeless, the forests I can explore with my imagination take me to places I never knew existed; and most importantly, the lakeside that resides in this mysterious place holds a special place in my soul.

I can only imagine what life would be like if I never began writing.

I would probably never know the true meaning of friendship, or the real depths of hard-earned love. I would have never sought out to make a difference in this sometimes very estranged world. I would have never felt the need to stop time in my life and truly work on the only thing that has ever held any relevance in the world of reality.

Because in the end, all that really matters is you and I.

Don’t you ever forget yourself, or the power you hold inside. Because at the end of the day, only our memories and emotions for those who have passed, and for those who have yet to come, are the only things in life worth fighting for.

Forever in Your Debt,

R.S. Noel

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