(I will be writing monologue stories in my free style, not so reasonably boring to the average as before. I'm writing the style I enjoy most to me.)
The Experimentalist
It was interesting to me how Mara appeared before Buddha's enlightenment, before his death making him postponed by the fear of letting go humanity and in his death too, to let go fear it self, his fear of been taken.
I need it to see the adjunction of the fields as in the adjunction field theory. I was overcoming right now, there was so much travel that it took a greater amount of energy for me to set the ongoing program and capture the movement towards success, you know all those endorphins who stimulate the self once the target is shoot. It wasn't easy to digest, when have I made it easy?
It was part of the path of the Sith and to me specially becoming impossible be next to the erector and ruler, I was becoming too powerful, he was inside my mind still, could say I was inside his but need it more silence then all his consuming fabulous rubbish, his power remained a stringed phenomena and the development of fragmentising realities within the self of the cosmos in order to obstruct his manipulative sadist mindfulness who sucked your whole being and placed you in a stuck trap of his, to serve him would bring more distance for me. There is no need to entangle my self with the experiment who exceeded his expectations. Desire, recognition, managed his instructions, the possession of evil as an addiction he was feed from. In this form the Colonies grew stronger by the First under the slogans of protection, order and harmony.
He would come for you, use methods and tactics the Masters Siths and Darth would know, as you evolved you had to fear your power now succeeding his would determine your own death.
Alone defined by infinity, in the past I was after death, now I was before it as murder machine called Victory in some planets in others many other names who meant nothing to me, could enter as a phantom unseen, walking among any as one of them behind the scenes, the average was so empower in whom they was, this for my entrance and escape became easier.
It was in the scriptures that only the mind of a Buddha could recognise the approach of Mara, not only in a meditative state before death but among others as well. I was depicted to be seduce him, but in other cults they feared me away to take him for my advantages against humanity. It was truth that non of this mattered to me, perhaps the last lesson of all for whose noble acts couldn't defeat death in me, becoming the deathless himself as the experimentalist and only there then could pass.
But what Jedi or Sith acknowledges this, they look in other sources of power. Why was perceive as an Evil trying to obstruct the enlightenment of a Jedi? Why couldn't I just transform it into something more efficient. Something no other had discover, how evil is fear, how hatred to the unknown, how much is the lack in the trap for those who addressed me as Mara the Victorious.
Some times, I would seat back in fount light cocooned by darkness non to be found too near, as the sun to his system it's elite was need it, other wise would burn you if not taken the energy of the Ray's momentum, would remain still breathing the existence of eternal bliss, quite dark may say, very dark its inner consummation, at this, they will all die without knowing the true forces behind The War within the Stars, not even the spectators could applause to such immoralities and hidden science. This time the story was mine the force calling my name hinted every cell of the composure of my body, not only once or twice but as receptive mantra. At the begun there was a slight indirect suggesting me to follow the small trace, as more evidence there was disposed the more I could enter to make the kill for the communal wealth to flow.
It did not matter how the curse showed, it did and that was all that mattered, it was unavoidable, such forces are intentionally made by the experience it self, not the pretentious. Finding a complete inability to perform with others, deprived of explanation and how surprised I was to discover that I could manage this difficult step as well as others. Cast away by my own choice to free my self for important things to master. What I considered Important of course.
Could see the field extension, while pressing the leather into my hands, a finitely extension, they all had its rational generation, it has its own transcendental generalisation of a finite. There I come, the sub-extension consist of me bringing the elements onto the other side of the self, operationally. Kill or you aint a Sith.
For this reason the field of rational extension gave me a hell of a trips in other words the adjudication of any set could give me the movement of the act. While watching the lightsaber remembered the blood of those families, and mine. I was taken by an emotional ambivalence and thirst for the unknown power, because they had taken me away from my family. Cheap psychology, but it was fair to play the game with the same amount of what was given.
Taking the Lightsaber onto my hand, the radiation pulled the light up emancipating the necessary bits of curving movements, as had swing it back and fore while waving it above my head and around the side, virtually capable of understanding the future in this present field. Nor less then the almost superhuman.
Flexing my legs down a number of times and sliding my feet across, observant perceived a greater obstruction of traditional forms and its rhythmical cycles on account of the forms of it's body, omitting with the softies power random of silhouettes in the air to activate the subjects to practice deeper mediation and self awareness onto the whole, which is its spirit, the exact structure of my movements radiated the truth of a poet and splendour of an imaginary skilled assassin, as those who sharpen the ends sculpting the stone. I kept banging my sword into the air with perpetual symmetry a sacred geometry who shaped its parameters.
Pain seems to specifically activate a region known as the cingulate cortex, the limitations or the bridge, the temporal parietal junction, orbitofrontal cortex and ventral striatum are also through to play a role in the production of emotion. In other words, every orbit had an oval shape, more of an eclipse was an oval, one of its curves was smaller then the other, it was here where the focus was slightly frontal. Meaning, is here where the story, movement goes. In some patterns in pairs, to the rational of opposites, in others by communal masses, and in the lower set automatically.
I could fight forwards and never leave my back, but the target pointed where my pain came from, not where the joy of player was, those things made the masses to follow, the social, the politically correct, I was not here to bother on such terms, my freedom couldn't be orbitofrontal, locating the base of acts above the orbits in social and emotional behaviour. It came from an underworld source, an enigma to be discovered, and once granted pass to be purchased for gain.
I'm was not here for any other it would slower my mission, understanding this continued to practice the exercise of the last breath, watching the ends of each formation and field in something others would think is abstract, in something only experience could explain better. Letting go of my fears, the shouts of all evil, the lyrical forms in which I was conceived, waved the lightsaber going back in time a dramatic measure of an epic life, I had once with my family. And stoping ejected the idea, because sought to kindle a harmony in thoughts and its decadence. As seek to transfuse from one field onto another the creations of the poet died, leaving me with nothing but with the power on.
Placing the luxurious instrument back, thought of my characteristics the excessive indulgence in pleasure I had on a peculiar versification. For me it's still a mystery to reveal the name of the next victim. You see the instruments who cuts for what is wanted to shape your existence, it takes you places, it gives you a strength and sacrilege discipline, it honours you with a respect only you can handle.
The radiation through the darkness was not a metaphysical conceit, the darkness is political, when it comes to light it has created it form from the unknown. The dark side mounted the force who hacked their way with swords through the crowd, killing every of its past in it its pass an converting it into it's own curse of futuristic victories, against any other. How betrayed, to the misconception of the small minded to the big secret of morals called love, that beautiful feeling who holds no challenge, that safety bondage who responds to its loyalties. 
Getting ready for an other trip, need it to go that horrible fortress and get all the munitions, camouflage or not, I had set all the nodes of the map ready, its passages, its guards, its entrance ready before embarking. Not all leading woman are created equal, as I found my self in the set motion once again, sited the direction before my forehead. The advocate of the devil had all his meetings granted ready to present the portfolio and evoke justice to the Ministry of Multi Universal Galactic Relations. My name was there as an other behind a great source, they will look at the volume to their prestige and connectivity using the resources of the force into their power. I was just the name of the passage to it, my hidden gain to the game. Driven to a destine that I yet had to modified, traveling for the next field to harvest its adjunction, the next death will widen the area for my entrance, premeditated with zero surprises.
Arriving at the planet, suggested "No! We wont follow, nor confront, we will show legal pass and transfer the power back. No other alterations to disturb the progress." The work is for the graduated, those are a threat. As invisible and naive the paper work had been presented, to show no threats the Judgement bowed with positive signals for its process to be opened. We had cities, over planetary industry, the right hand will shake without arguments for the transactions and its ends.
"Now, we must find where the innumerable data is to be hidden. It wont take off in the public affairs, the Artefact of Manipulating Minds shall be controlled by the strongest theorist and experimentalist coding brain to dominate the masses. Strong enough to keep it on." My crew listened, not that they need it much theories and explanation.
There was nothing to wonder about, we had a dictation order to think and process information, we was the emissaries of the void, I will find every Sith on the journey and kill him if it doesn't cooperate. Those who have no brain shall be eliminated from the face of this earth, you see, you had to do everything to save them, to make them feel love, you even had to give them imagination so they lived their greatest adventure, but no you could not give power to a mind who had no elevation of its own."Did not come here to mingle up an other theory, have came here to take what is mine, what my experience has given." How could they know what was mine, they opened the gates understanding that was enough for the abilities they could do for, the procedures was granted, the shields on my both sides granted, they guarded my steps, accepting those who was the workforce for what they invested their times for, they had manipulated Senates and Consuls, universally, because all others had accept, the wider the Orbits, the Wider, the better. The process had been a hit, my next step, the power source to turn it on.
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