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I was walking today, aimless and unafraid. What do you think I found, chasing after me?

I have awaken! Yes, I have awaken yet again. I am afraid. And, I am most thankful for the shadows that visited me as I slept, I dare say. They have soothed my pain and fears with the most welcoming, comforting embrace. They welcomed me into their lives, to be one of them. I choose for another time to keep them close, but continue on with my travels. My wanderings throughout all the dimensions that time has to offer me. That they have laid before me!



They beckon me! With a beacon signaling me! They signal me to slow down, to take my time and when I am ready. To know that they are always with me. Most willing and able to help! They have always helped. And, they wait. They wait patiently for me. Waiting for me, to decide.



I look to the skies upon walking thy familiars around the yard of ash, and rain water. There are no morning dew drops here. Only the cries from the faeries and other mischievous things. They cry for me to come play! But, the shadow whispers ever so softly into thy ear. "Remember, slow is smooth, and smooth is fast!"



I decide to return to my senses, and relax, just a bit longer from the worlds shenanigans. I am whole! I am open! I am complete! I am wholly open and complete to the forces that drive me, to succeed! I am free from any forces that distract me from my beacon, the beacon thy shadows have lit before me.

I was asleep, and having one of the most interesting dreams that I have had in a long time. It was a weird and twisted, yet humble and wholesome love story. I am serious, my heartbroken, hopeless romantic soul was searching. So, with the power of dreams, my mind decided to wander I trust. For as many of you may have known, by now. I follow my instincts, my intuition.



To vaguely recall the dream for you dedicated readers. I was at a cookout of some sort. I was fighting over a girl. The boyfriend was jealous of my undying love for her, or so it seemed. We were in a backyard of some suburban house, two stories, which had a deck overhanging the back lower porch. In the back yard I remember a trampoline and a above ground pool. i tell you these bits and pieces of information for myself and to paint a scene, nothing more.



She was standing there watching ever so intently. Me and her boyfriend, protector, or whatever he was. His title was not made apparent really, but I would fight with him at this cookout, well, I do not even know for sure if it was a cookout. But, there we were fighting over this girl, this woman. Now, when I say fight, I mean we were going at it pretty rough, to say the least. But, I all I could seem to do was block and dodge his blows and restrain him from time to time.



I remember looking at her and feeling a sense, feeling a pull, a voice spoke through her eyes. "Please, please do not hurt him."he plea is all I can think of why I did not rip him to shreds. Then out of no where the fight, scuffle, manly wrestling match of dominance was over. Like a snap of the fingers I was getting into a truck, and looked at her with a plea as well. if you choose him, then I will take my leave.



Then another flash and we are sitting in my old room from middle school, going through my clothes, and I am showing her my forbiddens and the things I like to wear and such. She has the face of my childhood crush, one I never got the chance to charm. I remember giving her a love note in seventh grade, asking her to be my girlfriend. Well, I got it given back to me by her friend with a verbal message. "No, my balls were to salty." I was crushed and confused. I was in pain. But, that was seventh grade and to say the least i have grown the fuck up, and my balls are very tasty, I guess. Any fucking ways, I apologize for that rant.



We are in my room, like I was saying and a truck pulls in, I get the feeling it was him, come to take her away, for I guess she got in the truck with me and left the party, with me. We shared an awkward hug, where i could feel her right breast upon me. She was wearing no bra. She handed me something, and as she was walking out of my bed room I shouted after her, "Please, lets keep in touch with notes like in grade-school!" She looked back one last time and then she said, "But, I have written you two already?"



I looked down to find two folded up notes in my hand, in my grasp. I was squeezing them ever so tightly. I looked up, and she was gone. I heard the truck pull out. I was alone, and standing on a porch in a suit, wearing no pants. I was nervous, but determined to ring the door bell. Then as I was about to press the doorbell button, I heard a ding-dong from a beautiful sounding doorbell. A doorbell I have never, ever, heard before.



Blackness, I was waking up. I did not wish to answer the doorbell. I just laid there. I was trying to jump back into my dream and read read those two cursed notes. "What the fuck?!" I was thinking, Then I heard it again. I was jumping up to answer the door for my father, so he wouldn't have to. He has been under the weather, to say the least. My mother like I knew was out, shopping on her day off. No worries, i jumped up fully awake now to see my dad walking past me saying that he would get the door.



I laid back down like, I should have got up sooner. I heard the most sweetest voice say hello, as my dad was shutting the door behind him to keep the dogs from barking. I laid there and thought about my dream. I laid there trying to decipher my dream like a good little esoteric warlock, oath breaker. I jumped up and slowly walked into the den.



I asked my father "who was that at the door?" He replied, "a real-estate woman." I said, "what did she want?" He said, "to leave a sign in the yard." I pondered this, as I wanted to ask more questions.

Instead I asked the puppies if they wanted to go outside to use the bathroom. I took them out. I walked over and took a photo of the sign. I went back inside. I sat down as my mother came walking inside, returning from her day trip.



"Would you like to know more?"



~D.N.N.~

It all Started when I decided to take my writing to the next level, I was going to write a novel. I have written stories since I was very young. Stories of fantasy, of course. A child's mind in nothing then a playground of imagination, and creative understandings learned and figured out by themselves, other than the experiences we all go through as a child.



I never took my writing seriously, that is until recently. I used to write fantastic ramblings, only to be destroyed by me later. I was/am very hard on myself, and my writing. I come to learn this is referred to as "the inner critic" and have tamed this little voice in my head.



I see now that through all of my hardships I have learned to preserve and fortify my beliefs and most importantly, my writing through perseverance. For I am forever learning to better my craft, my art, my choice of true expression.

I have came a long way indeed to feel this blessed, you are blessed as well.



All we truly need to do is believe and practically anything is truly possible. I know this from first hand experience on the topic. Never give up and follow your intuition, your gut, your most beloved instinct. Do this and I promise you doors will open faster than you ever dreamed possible.



I have written poetry for the last decade. Yes, and not all has made it through the immense battles that have taken place, but the war is far from over; In fact, will never be over. Which leads me to my journey here. Among my newest home, The Seekers Lair.



It all started when I decided to start my very first novel. It was decided after I realized that writing comics was not going to be able to hold this vast detail I had in store, because there are certain restrictions to writing comics with word counts, be it a fifty word limit to panels, and half that for the dialog. Needless to say I felt restricted, I do not like to be bound unless by free will, but we will get into that another day.



I have a great story planned and will be commencing its beginnings soon enough, I will explain this later as well. I had a simple question to ask before my plan to write could be fulfilled. I had done the research about the area I was writing about. But, my simple question went unanswered. So, I decided to google it. Side note, I find it extremely funny that google has found its way in to our mass consciousness as a source to find about almost anything the heart desires.



The link to my question led me here, this most wonderful place to learn and grow. I was very excited for I have never even heard of this website, Which is quite interesting because I have searched things to this nature for a very long time. Now, I am here. I lead me particularly to the mentor-ships page.



So, here I am searching for the right person for the task of attempting an answer to my question. I always like to follow the pulls of my intuition. So as I am scrolling down through the mentors I am asking who is it going to be? Then out of no where there she was. Her most welcoming smile and studious eyes, fixed and focused on my attention drew me in. Like a moth to flame. I commenced to ask my question.



Error, you have to be a member to send messages, so I joined. Not knowing the journey that was laid before me, I traveled on. I am thankful to say I ended up asking five mentors for their guidance. By sending them a warm and welcoming message asking for invitation I was first approached by the third on my list. I quickly joined, using my intuition. For the power status system had seduced me into its web of confusion, and I love to disperse clouds throughout my searches.



I was troubled by some of the restrictions, but learned a new love for my patience and understanding of systematic symbolism.

I was welcomed and learned a few things, but something did not seem right, so my question I kept secret, safe. Then to my surprise my second choice of mentor-ship was waiting to except me with a welcoming invitation. I wrote my first mentor stating the path that had been laid out before me, and bid her a farewell. She was most understanding, which was good.



My second mentor-ship was most enlightening, and I am still very good friends with her. I have help, thus far, the most conversations with her, and for this I am thankful. She is a blessing upon my life beyond any degree. I then seen my first choice, the first intuitive choice made upon coming to this beautiful wretched site, I say that in the most respects. For I love beautifully wretched things of all types, and walks of life.



I told her a sincere farewell as I did the last, and three, two, one i had my Queen, I say this with the utmost respects. For all woman are thy inspiration to bring forth life, a life of unconditional respect and understanding. Do I say those sentences a lot? They are important, no matter how I word them.

I am now where I truly feel I belong. I am among The Seekers Lair. A place where I will dwell until all is known, that I feared would never be known.



I am most thankful for everything and everyone. On this site, and not, it does not matter to me. We are all here, on this site, or this planet. We are here, and we are going, know where. So, to end this short little tale the moral will be, believe in yourself, believe in others, just believe. For within we are truly without, and as it is above, it truly is below. Take care, and I hope you enjoyed this reading. Please comment and rate, let me know your thoughts on this writing. I am not easily offended, so please do your best to express yourself completely.



~D.N.N.~