Devilinside
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The Tale of the Gods, is naught but a storied collection of shapes and concepts, that has been pasted down through the ages; either by the wisdom on the winds or by the knowing from within, at the center of it all, The fabric of reality and it's Ties laid: netted like a spider web.
Tracking the movement of the portrait that is painted from these energies also shows one the purpose.
That to grow closer to the purpose is to venerate the Gods and make it easier for their protection to flow more easily around you. For Freedom can not be born without ruin.
And so the Call too adventure is the sparking of the first movement within the self, and yet it too was not first overall. It gives way to itself and thus a retrograde is born: for to first over come one needs enough force, and the knowing of limitation is integral to acceptance of the truth.
It's born in arrogance that is corrected upon the meeting of a mutable guide who sings softly from pockets of air born from within his stomach. Yes, we must always remember, that all is one for a creator and that the flowing, and clearing of it's path, is a Holy movement itself.
You can not learn how to truly ruin without first knowing what a structure is, and Zeus had guided us to love both creation and destruction, for it is two halves of a whole.
Here we learn that the boundary we encounter is not actually the first, but the second, and that at our base was the true start. Yet we this was not where the fiery heart of adventure was born, but the ground itself; and before we accept reality fully, we can not pass into an mutable state because we still are refusing the call through refusal of the truth, the whole truth, and nothing: but the truth.
Upon this we have the diegetic movement of wisdom being passed from a common setting to fixed state of relentless testing. The battle and warring of reality is what brings about the solidification of what has happened, and the functions of the greater movements behind it revel themselves bit by bit. All for the player to down in their sonte.
It is why the more one learns of the gifts already given freely the more one understands why the Gods are generous by comparison to some rather than others: but the truth of that state is that they're only being slightly more rewarded than you are already being given.
If you think otherwise know that people still think THEY are the Gods, for they do not remember at all times that all this movement was bought for us and this is in fact "unnatural" when set against the grander scheme. It stands out so that people can learn through their failing to refuse the call over and over enough that they let go of their bull headed ways; and finally accept it all and understand that nothing is owed. This is why militaries have it in their minds to break you; you can not be built from only mud and so "let us all ruin what is there so it can be made into something greater" - The Voice Of The Gods
This is why when one's flames within burst forth needlessly they are harmed for it: and that very fire which holds the talent for true acceptance corrupts into a fall of refusal and causing a nonharmonic block within the flow. This happens because one has yet to break the truth start of the issue.
We are "but maggots riding in the filth of our own corruption."
Once a knowing has been made the mind has been prepped; and that is when the flow has corrected itself, one way or another, in unity. This why Satya must always be remembered by a hero. The friend made along the way might die but the path is never not set. Only when does one fall is a new one made: for the Gods only work in upward momentum. That is why they are Gods.
Finally one sees the value in hard work: for the rewards have been shown, that givers were once receivers.
For the Gods it was Satays harsh teaching; but they love us enough they refuse to lose what they care about needlessly and sublimate reality for us. That is why what is owed can never be repaid.
Thus admits the moveable sands a Scorpion's tail pierces the heavens in demand it must be seen. It wishes to be like those who's wings sore and plucks from the air whatever it can. It speaks as only a Frog's to the Gods in fear, yet this is the time of most grace. The Going Gets Tough and The Tough are immutable. Fixed upon their passions even in the jungles full of scattering rain.
It is only after a fiery heavenly bolt of flames from their progress does the praise finally start to come: why? Because the Hero is finally worthy of not having an over bloated ego that wars with Satya needlessly.
The ending this seem, but no: the journey is not complete without the sands of failure running through out fingers.
It is than that we must accept limitation: for no matter how hard you cling, sand is but sand; and if one is not careful Pillars of Salt shall replace them: for that is what happens to those without.
Here brought back into the self, is the final test of this single road and this is INVENTION. Inspiration; knowing they can AND NEED to do more yet do not sit idlily by.
Once this finalizes, than a capstone has been made: and freedom is born only to once more tread another path: for that which does not moves Rots.
Tracking the movement of the portrait that is painted from these energies also shows one the purpose.
That to grow closer to the purpose is to venerate the Gods and make it easier for their protection to flow more easily around you. For Freedom can not be born without ruin.
And so the Call too adventure is the sparking of the first movement within the self, and yet it too was not first overall. It gives way to itself and thus a retrograde is born: for to first over come one needs enough force, and the knowing of limitation is integral to acceptance of the truth.
It's born in arrogance that is corrected upon the meeting of a mutable guide who sings softly from pockets of air born from within his stomach. Yes, we must always remember, that all is one for a creator and that the flowing, and clearing of it's path, is a Holy movement itself.
You can not learn how to truly ruin without first knowing what a structure is, and Zeus had guided us to love both creation and destruction, for it is two halves of a whole.
Here we learn that the boundary we encounter is not actually the first, but the second, and that at our base was the true start. Yet we this was not where the fiery heart of adventure was born, but the ground itself; and before we accept reality fully, we can not pass into an mutable state because we still are refusing the call through refusal of the truth, the whole truth, and nothing: but the truth.
Upon this we have the diegetic movement of wisdom being passed from a common setting to fixed state of relentless testing. The battle and warring of reality is what brings about the solidification of what has happened, and the functions of the greater movements behind it revel themselves bit by bit. All for the player to down in their sonte.
It is why the more one learns of the gifts already given freely the more one understands why the Gods are generous by comparison to some rather than others: but the truth of that state is that they're only being slightly more rewarded than you are already being given.
If you think otherwise know that people still think THEY are the Gods, for they do not remember at all times that all this movement was bought for us and this is in fact "unnatural" when set against the grander scheme. It stands out so that people can learn through their failing to refuse the call over and over enough that they let go of their bull headed ways; and finally accept it all and understand that nothing is owed. This is why militaries have it in their minds to break you; you can not be built from only mud and so "let us all ruin what is there so it can be made into something greater" - The Voice Of The Gods
This is why when one's flames within burst forth needlessly they are harmed for it: and that very fire which holds the talent for true acceptance corrupts into a fall of refusal and causing a nonharmonic block within the flow. This happens because one has yet to break the truth start of the issue.
We are "but maggots riding in the filth of our own corruption."
Once a knowing has been made the mind has been prepped; and that is when the flow has corrected itself, one way or another, in unity. This why Satya must always be remembered by a hero. The friend made along the way might die but the path is never not set. Only when does one fall is a new one made: for the Gods only work in upward momentum. That is why they are Gods.
Finally one sees the value in hard work: for the rewards have been shown, that givers were once receivers.
For the Gods it was Satays harsh teaching; but they love us enough they refuse to lose what they care about needlessly and sublimate reality for us. That is why what is owed can never be repaid.
Thus admits the moveable sands a Scorpion's tail pierces the heavens in demand it must be seen. It wishes to be like those who's wings sore and plucks from the air whatever it can. It speaks as only a Frog's to the Gods in fear, yet this is the time of most grace. The Going Gets Tough and The Tough are immutable. Fixed upon their passions even in the jungles full of scattering rain.
It is only after a fiery heavenly bolt of flames from their progress does the praise finally start to come: why? Because the Hero is finally worthy of not having an over bloated ego that wars with Satya needlessly.
The ending this seem, but no: the journey is not complete without the sands of failure running through out fingers.
It is than that we must accept limitation: for no matter how hard you cling, sand is but sand; and if one is not careful Pillars of Salt shall replace them: for that is what happens to those without.
Here brought back into the self, is the final test of this single road and this is INVENTION. Inspiration; knowing they can AND NEED to do more yet do not sit idlily by.
Once this finalizes, than a capstone has been made: and freedom is born only to once more tread another path: for that which does not moves Rots.
