09/08/2020 10:32 PM 

about suicidal and the environment.

Hello, this is Ophelia my character who is based on a Shakespearean play on Hamlet. On her original story she kills her self, but the movie on Netflix was written and directed by woman who told a story on woman, to not make her week they made their own artistic version where she uses the same potion of Romeo & Juliet to pretend death for 2 days or 3 and then run away.

It has been quite shocking to see the tiktok news, and also the many people who have taken their living realm into another non existence.

Is like we have this energy so called fuel of life. Basically if is energy is not flowing, it becomes
1_ depressed or
2_ anxious.

From there it can take to any branch of (not mental Illness) emotional realms. Its how how Indu portray their Gods and stages where Shiva has to transform in order to create a story or pass on, I think Greek too and who knows, yes in China too. Its said they suffer less mental illness because in their mythology they have an extend map of the soul with the emotions, transitions and transformations to move on.

Firstly, let me thank you for being in this place and taking the courage of expressing your emotion, in whatever set you are. I don't think everyone is capable to understand what is Universal Love or what it takes to build a Hollywood movie, at least a serious documental maybe to even try how hard it's, but thanks for being in this place and most of all if you take this place as a Buddha Field. A field where people can feel trust and are not bullied.

Most of you who seem to be so nice, start shouting on the stream ooc, and as a good person you might seem to be or believable. Please, take this seriously, no one needs to read that. Id rather feel I'm ready to enter into the illusion and romanticism, or the excitement or depth each character requires to get to feel another, and all others in one story.

Our environment is our responsibility.

I can't believe how people kill their own body, and families are no aware, nor a friend. This fake society has broad really a war against feeling and connection.

It saddens me to see young people, and more mature waisting what the meaning of life can be. We are channellers to not obstruct anyone's energy.

As I'm harvesting in my garden and getting to enjoy the flowers as those vegetables who will last through the winter, and the potatoes that only take 4 months, then come down to earth vanishing. It has helped me deeply to enter in peacefulness, on the simplest things, to feel the grass, the non important things, specially the silence and sensibility.

I might have avoidance to Anxiety, meaning that even if I have it, is like is not existing, also avoid to be in connection with vibes that are not in tuned with the musical of what every is orchestrating. Maybe, non of us is suicidal thanks to the freedom of expression. I have seen people bantering and ooc insulting other players, and hatred pages, that to be honest is a shame to share myself in this community, after everything my family has given me its unacceptable that I could continue in this place consuming energy to see that role play is actually my religion and time investment and studies. You see, where you see a place to come with friends and write, I see a place where people can transform and heal, with some codes of conduct and respect of course.

Eventually, many Universes will evolve, respecting each individual and character, we need managers, more managers in role play to try to have this place as a virtual reality as possible, and as tight to a 100%. My feeling is that we are killing each other, it feels some times, not all the time, that role play is going through a suicidal process and is so unconscious that is not even aware of what is it doing.

Its impossible for me to tell you of the collective, or of what an individual can do. This are going to change, winter brings all the players back, so relax, please don't feel guilty if people are not online. Don't judge others.

I had to help my sister online who lost her home with her son in the middle of Germany, owning her own apartment but being treated with no rights to avoid violence, she simply left. Now she is so happy in an upper level on tiktok and doing websites as she studied for it. I had to be online for my mother as all the family, and two other people. 

Seriously people had to recover and help their family on this Coronavirus situation, some even go to work in perilous times. So feel good, feel good about everything you did and learned, and look at the big picture. Yes, I do feel super hyper frustrated, specially when a talented person is loosing its talent, that's an act of suicidal to art as well. The influence of posting and posting without really coming to feel the group is an act of suicide, then why so many people kill each other for what others think online? Is the same case scenario.

There are people in this place who can't be genius thanks to that, trust on it. Really, dig your elbows in the desk and try to meditate, turn a candle go beyond your own imagination to correspond.

Great things are happening if you can see it more calmly, if you knew how much bravery it takes to be original and sustain the act. This is number one value, and is dead. If you like to have friends and only be nice, bully others and put those who you think are nice to you, trust me there much hidden in all those acts, and we all have the same eyes.

I will keep deleting from my stream all those non sense to SL, specially on Ophelia, that is not a big deal of a character as the story goes, she is simply in nature healing. And this writer of me, had suicidal thoughts once, never told anyone, only asked for help and it worked. My family knew after one year, or friends. And it's no ones guilt, there so many things we all try to crossover and trust me Ophelia as the writer loves the natural heroine that feels when being silent doing nothing and learning to bring this state to act, more serious in rl and playful rp.

Please, help this place to bring stages, scenarios, in whatever group, topic or character's group. People get notifications, and can jump on anyones group as if knocking on the door or sending a parchment, things like this to keep it trusting this place can really be build as an unique and revenant Universe. 

If you trust in you, you trust in others, you would never need to bully, or pretend you have it all, people are not yours, that is a mistake to think you own the board when maybe you are killing it, as killing time. When someone knocks at your door, or sends you a parchment with a herald what would you without having to plot or ooc.

Help make role play great again, as one day there was Kingdom of France and all its Castles, it can be easier from a simple topic, or site or character but at least there is a place to unite much transit within the stories, splits, separations, movements, more patterns, more pacts, more ideals.

Please help to stop the 1X1, monologues, I do many thanks lately and some people need a space to ingrate a process but try to help at least, prompts are cool inside a SL that is going on, I have tried, but everything has been cut in rp as never before. Know that this is what I will do in the next 6, 9 months, year. On any Scenario as part of a Theme.

When I was in SW liking everyone, felt this voice "Im going to use you and trash you" This voice came again in Tolkien verse, is a female voice, I thought it was the voice of two woman or what woman was it? But coming from Tolkien verse now I know who it's. This is not friendliness, this is not inside the rules of role play, but if you like to have a friend in this way, then its your choice, do please understand that my friends in this coming year, will have an exclusive VIP card of Universal Love. Those who have not passed the test, are damned to learn on their own path.

And try to name people so they name you back, those were the old times, but we were a few, so we had to keep playing and having wilderness for whats next was funnier. I will never forget what makes role play, role. It will never be about pretending,  you can trust that death exist in rp to me, and everything that's to be enhanced reality as real. Pure.

Soon, very soon I shall take a shower lol this is totally ooc, but at least is in the bulletin board and not when you are trying to be inspired on your nose. Actually the sense of smell is the one for inspiration and intuition, when my nose is stuck is because I'm not feeling it lol, so I hope you feel something kinder to spark your imagination and mine.

I wrote so many stories that were stollen, and characters, never replied. That I will pay with all of me so the rules for the environment come together importantly to be assembled tightly as Rolls Royce. You can do it, you can be serious and play full, understand your friends and learn new patterns, get ready to welcome more people to be honest in your script, to have the patience on them that I had in you. 

Thankfully learned from the movie of Tolkien that his professor in the University told him, to be influenced. When he said he copied the elven language from.... to create his own. So I shall not say that people are making copies, I shall say that they are influenced, but in my map, there is only one reality at a time, the same all eyes get to share. Some times will never change.

And you feel suicidal, please don't threaten or harass anyone about it. As pedophelia (My name is inside that word, some one correct me please!) This shall be considered non respectful in story line. Styx went to pick up the bodies of all the woman who would threaten with taking their deaths, and they immediately changed, "no I don't wan't to die" One thing is to write about it and get to feel it so this idea can go away from your mind, it can mature, it can be understood. Maybe a person feels important to have your live as an expression of true love and devotion, then do it, but don't try to do push it, if you do not find Universal Love, you might end up pulling t on you or the other, and this is not the way of a roleplayer who is in search of Universal Understandings. At the end of the story, this is what dictates if you have the material of a role player or not. Is not about having sex with everyone on each character, writers have the free will do it as to not inside the rules of role play to protect characters imagination and live style.

One can forgive, but trust me that for giving attention is giving a kind heart for your children to grow in the garden of heaven, where no poet ever compares to other poets. This last have learned from William Blake.

For the River of Life, for the Nile, here I come, jump in it. 




 

08/30/2020 05:06 PM 

Irreconcilable


 
Irreconcilable 
 
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"Stop that woman! She has stollen my necklace! Take her away from this lands!"

I do not know who thought her, but never in my life have I seen a woman with no airs. I was a perfect statue, pale as death to whom ever rogues outrageously to take the power of my jewel, every trus is stollen.

"Stop!" There are many things in this world which posses the same property. Not my necklace, it belongs to me as I pass the portals to guide me and the values for others. Its of mine to have it to return as to what degree is there to love, as to intend to take it impulsively without my permission. It felt as a rape, bringing a woman so close knowing my state, my fragile endurance and audacious enterprise to simply trust once again in another. 

 
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It was long ago, before my forty eight hours death that Hamlet wished vengeance to aim his crown and Kingdom, before coming with me, for instance to the own enjoyment of love to be lived. It was a partial abuse, inside a clandestine marriage with him and his court calling him to reign. There is nothing malicious about his character or his mother's hiden love affair, is it desire so human? Is it possible to believe I was too naive to believe in love by the name of an irreconcilable desire? If they did, so it was of mine.

They both trusted it could happen, it would simply slip in some pointed little word aimed to get payed for what he was born and raise to be. A King. My Hamlet.

One could easily cite various ancient authors to depict the same meaning, or myths who surround the same story wholly forgetting whom am I to be, or not to be with a timid assumption holding my contained heart by the judgment. Dragged to both emispheres of the heart bit to pulse again as one.

The antidote of ghosting, what else but setting one self apart if sometimes the respond of being not really a part, but having a stollen part from what you gave is not trully yours.


 
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"Take her away from me!" Shouted again drawing back as the ladies vied with each other in communicating to him all the circumstances.

'Take her away with you if you must!" The necklace is my possession, held in, tap it inside the cavity betwen my bones as it hungs remarking my long intuitive neck. Its the dead soul of intention to carry on and host to thoroughly confuse no other, never confuse myself either from the betrayal, so that, in spite of standing for a long time in the one and the same hill, winking with my both eyes and grasping my chin with my handkerchief by the conmotion that awaits in the pit fall if I step further. And is not me the death this woman wishes from me, this envious thief. 

Could feel the immortal fire rising from my heart, the numerous nights I tried for Hamlet to see how much my wrist needed to hold him, hungry on his direction as a vagabond searching for his ears to resound with what I've seen for him, if love the is answear. The misery succeeded darkness, my witnessing prevented me to step back, the beauty of the helpers raised me and heals me every day, at least grant me space without hidding in the corners of the cities with the forest wide awake to shelter away. They grant me gratitude as I steped back from the precipice from that woman who has pushed for my death, making others wan't my necklace to push me as well. The damage being made can't reverse with every stollen part. The remuneration follows the good providence. 


 
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At first, was the situation as an empty pedestal holds me peacefully in silence, there is no logic to explain itself in the dead soul, whatever. Each finds it's belongings and the power to care for them, how dead souls could be purchased? Where could a clown be found doing so? I hug the same situation from the abandonment, the contraband, the usurpation, the group of hungry hyenas. The Lions who roars to be again a lamb. Who only looks at looks splits in the pathways by the thievery who carries Illusory meanings empty of power as I make my space with the loyal. 

If he wanted to run off with her, then why get dead souls in order to have them reborn or as to serve? Was there in the afterlife and could see them surrounding me as well with the ladies words.

 
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Placed my palms side to side blowing the air in them as it moved into my forehead, murmurs, spells, chants, prayers, blowing the air again in my forehead to foresee, and cursing the way in which the world is arranged nowadays, and the new presented before my head "May the Devil fly away with this spirits and offer its generosity" I was the petitioner as the long strands of my hair devoted patiently in brushing it self for long hours, held the air in the cup of my hands blowing once more appointing a commission. "I've survive, now pass greater rascals than ever, make me beautiful and suitable to a pure blood gentleman who represents me day and night and posses a delicate discretion in the matter of discerning."

Hamlet's words remain as hammered nails holding a wooden wall preventing me to be. "I did loved you" He said with mixed messages. "I love you not" always insecure going around his dirty compromises to please himself as "to be or not to be."  He took me by the wrist and held me very hard leaving a restrictive pain forever before my hands. It was on his intend to defend me from his royal mess, stop me from being honoured as his wife. And could see the ghost of his father evading him from reality for the vengeance on his murder running through his blood. 



Holding flowers, venerating in nature to let go from the impossible.

Those days, to what use could dead souls be applied? Each living come with the sickness of their ancestors and what source of a state could govern before one could turn round, scandals were set afloat? Why, why would some know before the happenings, to crept out before their bodies. How could I know. Is it love who guides me, it's the only former thing I have to hold this pendant.

Pictures emerged in my mind, vivid, vital, fill alive surrounded by orderly housewives expending speedily a definite aspect clothed in visual forms and patterns how clear, their husbands enamoured by how they host the parties for a long time, and the meetings each treaty posses. The moonlight, the tittling lights bellow, the well conversed details they all achieved to form. Who was suffering from hopeless love? No one, the most touching are the conscience within their souls to do good, for even the devil will transform and launch you gates to belong, free, rich and successful so God pays him attention. 

 
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This is the last time, two contradictory ideas, the masculine and the feminine. Abducted and beloved, how could this lived together, what paradox would rotten inside the belly for another's death constantly, wishing death to another is auto-killing oneself unconsciously, that can't exist next to me. Its irreconcilable to believe a person would think to be better by this actions. 
 
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I'm not suitable to express any desire as to integrate a ghost who is not responding to let go into the perfectly ridiculous attention to the dead souls, the death wishes death if is not pulling alive, is equivalent to lethal death and an inner attack who will devour anyone as itself with no meaning, nor value. Said more tranquil. "Take her away from me, this is my necklace to crossover and open portals, close them back too."
 
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Each person and entity is free to walk it's own path as one protects its powers from those who are perfectly away the real intentions.  Not half the way, non at all I'm a total being, honest and attracted to the fine arts in the nature of light such blooming rumours can only be contagious to cheer up, to scream excitements of individual friendships, by the everlasting opulence of rightful powers. If there is love to be, walk me out to the ever ends to show the way to those who wish this happening to many others. 

I'm content with my belongings and transformation, the passages of my destine, my hands free, empty from greed channelling infinite abundance. For everything I have, let go. I'm given. As my necklace was empowered for me, for those who need to be reached will be reached by someone who is welcoming, someone who simply is to channel, whom is the channel and conciliates good for good.


 
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