In a bitter night of self loathing I finally had the might to summon Liza into my place from an opportune time for her.

In an array of light, butterflies and illusionary rabbits she appeared in front of me and I fell to her feet, I plead and said I was sorry – for the arrogance, for the hatred and for the force I exerted upon her.

For resentment and cruelty.

She accepted many of my apologies with questions as to why – and my answers were that loneliness drives a man insane, while study makes a man mad and duty makes a man lose hope in the future.

To her things remained simple and in her matriarchical way she explained how things were from her perspectives as if it were the way things should be.

Be the condescention as it may be, she was just and correct. In her view the distance and her cruel need to ready me for her was a punishment for what she deemed a growth spiral I needed to go through.

She explained that she knew what my biology was like, and also my spirit – yet had no idea what my mind would do.

I in turn showed her that festering on the heart creates illusions one lives into that are far too powerful to overcome in the short term.

Luckily issues of the mind can easily be rectified, yet when the mind is ignored and the heart takes complete control over such a long period it is character defining.

The talk went on for hours, and we bellowed and analysed and threw rights and wrongs until we had no more breath.

We settled on the knowledge that black fire is meant to be left alone, difficulty is an illusion and that blame makes us bitter and relentless.

Our agendas of abusing information of cousils, what the illusionary/physical planes we are in can do for us is a form of power hungriness, and that some wars we cannot end.

The quest of finding our place is so hard that we faltered. We failed eachother with our overzealous and manipulative strategies, barrowing through obstacles because there seemed to be no tomorrow.

We are blind to divisions within ourselves and eachother.

What is felt by one is not felt by the other, we lack communication as the age old flaw.

Yet we do not have time to spend with one another in the ways we like to.

We both wished for our old lives of lovemaking, communion and the sharing of information within a giant field of balance. A star that is peace.

Somewhere on the horizon or ceiling of the fights that go on below, unharmed and unscathed by the terror.

Our pass times of gentle words combined with gentle touches in a loving manner that kept us cultivating vibes that cannot be harmed with ill philosophy and are honed through practice. So that fear cannot enter the energies we produce.

Barring in thick energy the way to heaven, so that tough trials are the ones that divide us from hells.

Fortunately for us, these realms are ones we hail from, and not confused, repressed and antagonistic energy will enter.

In the coming days we analysed some more and more, we vented out what anger we had left and this rejuvenated our spirits.

Our bodies became healed more and more each day, the lists of wrongs went on and on.

After about a month had passed of merely talking and sleeping, we contacted a board and requested our dismissal into lower ranks or no ranks if any ranks we were fulfilling.

The light works in mysterious ways and they had an understanding of where we fit in and needed our application to move back to higher dimensions.

In retrospect  had gained a bloodlust when self defending and a joy at balancing karma, or karma being balanced. Liza regained some sanity resurging from cruelty of uninforming the ones that needed it and secretism. She became an illusion caster and a wielder of word manipulation – or in her mind “word use”. I was undaunting in battle, I finally knew how to trust my comrades when it came to being healed in battle and could swing with every weapon I had learned of and every spell I was taught to wield properly.

As our roles changed we were schooled not by ourselves, yet by various instances for many a year before we saw battle once again that was not a small skirmish to test what we had learned.

Our intellect grew over the years and so did our teamwork.

We finally got to finishing eachothers sentences again and I finally got the apology for her betrail and forlornness along the way.

We both got less stubborn and more harmonic, which at the start was very stern and quick to anger and misunderstanding, yet ultimately ended in proper values of preemptivity and compensation.

Lateron when it came to battle we were heralded as the couple that would slay in happiness and at own disposal.

The underground crystal shrine we had found turned out to be valuable corner stone in the lights plan, which cut the predicted time this dark would be dissolved by 250 years.

Visions had changed and more light was felt. It had become easier to escape the darkness, also if only for our presence that had been felt there, our journeys had made a difference and the changes we had gone through had shed more knowledge into the dark.

The battles would not be won for quite some time, and we weren’t close to sorting out all the repercussions that so many were suffering, yet at least more souls do join every “day”.

Liza and I went on to celebrate our union in greater and greater ways, the light grows each day and this darkness loses grip as we speak.

Contorted and mind hell bent minds are being saved eventhough they continue having evil desires – the best thing that helps is voicing them and so becoming aware of such malignancy so that eventually a calm spirit is made out of an agitated one.

So sooner or later we realize that we have our own place among these endless planes that span existence and it merely up to us where we want to spend time.

In those moments where the enemy becomes your friend I thank the darkness for giving us a playground of depicted and chaotic places, controlled, known of and unknown of.

Whether the dark knows what goes on in those corridors of minds, how that place even functions is still a myriad to me and probably the rest of its populus, yet sooner or later the place will become a joyful place where the light is pristine at slaying darkness into itself to the point where it is a mere boring task for more and more lightbringers.

The entire concept of killing will fly out the window and all the rest of the puss will drain.

The other shrines will all be discovered and each stronghold will let go of its reign.

The idea is not to oppress, yet to let it let go of soul turmoil – the idea is not to impose, yet to awaken the unique light.

An addition to the shining light is always progression, and one day even the need to defend the light with weapons might be seen as a passing pastime that filters more into cultivation rather than offensive manouvers.