[Voice #14]
Zechariah cannot find solace in his Palace (empty halls continue to be empty, and even after the renovations in 1600-1605, 1623-1628 and facelift in ~1647, the original atmosphere of this 1432-1446 Royal Palace is still sensible as the same as in 1450, when Zechariah first saw it in the day of his Introduction (the Debut for his then Love)), and Revalia does not seem as hospitable as a few years ago when he last paid a visit. He travels incognito, in a public mail carriage, having only his Tavastian makeshift id with him:
The years have began to take their toll on him - twofuckinghundredfortysomething years is not a joke if you don't conduct yourself properly (which Zechariah always does, out of his acquired habits in the military - eat when there is food, and when mouth becomes dry, seek to quench the thirst with the healthiest drink procurable, and when thirst is slackened, continue with the Happiest one, and cigars should be smoked starting from the largest, unless and until it is clear that the time at hand does not allow for a full-size one, of course, and MUM is cursed and should only be partaken in an emergency). The meditation could, would, and probably should, go on and on, but the Voice cuts it 'short' (colloquialism for any cutting - in fact Zechariah has been meditating close to 20 years unintermittently, and even the old chap's cutting is more than welcome at the moment when the carriage seems stuck in the traffic in approximately the place where Vabaduse becomes Pärnu mnt. (The place even has a worn sign, indicating that at the time it was raised, it was called 'Vana-Pääsküla', ostensibly to differentiate it from other Pääskülas to the approximate West-SouthWest from :Universe:matrix:Earth:CK:Stonehaven:Harju:Revalia:1-S, where he started the journey a good hour ago.- Dude;
"Wasssup, man;?"
- The peers are right. You have spent enough time lamenting about the woman who is not giving access, and especially the judgment extends to your copious deliberation about the GIRLs whose access you don't honestly even want, even though they are likable to behold.
"It does not take a crichton to tell me that, General. Summer in the city, and in the countryside, alike. And this Haapsalu manor is exactly small enough place that everysingleone knows me, and I know shit, and there is not a snowball's in hell of a chance to either sell them a new ringroad (you should see the one in Rakvere, 15,000 inhabitants, before you choke the COF in the wrong tube, causing COFing) or getting actualfucked."
- Hey bro, skip that shit. In absence of any other claimed, professed, identified & confirmed SA-GENx around, we can just address each other with whatever comes out of the left nostril when you pick it deep and slow, just like you always wanted (when no one is around, ofc).
BUT, it's not the GIRLs, Women, or (even) the ABCD-soup that does not seem to cool down no matter the 217 days it's been going on, it is that You. Have. Lost. Focus.(!=?)
"True that, bloke. The degrees of freedom are elusive. The sign shows the only possible direction to harness the 4 horsepower is 'straight ahead' and even the chemplanes have seemingly already sprayed their contents over Tavastia, travelling with payload only (double space indicating the pause when reciting the post) over the icemint-blue skies of the north New Liberty (nobody cares about which county they belong to in here - resembling of the federal Indian administration's great poll in 1957 about how the independence has been felt in villages; otherwise the poll was ok but 90% of the peasants had not heard that the English ever even were there, annulling the usability of possible results (if any, and none obviously were obtained, given the conditions & circumstances))."
Travelling with EUR 23.41, about 65/35 in banknotes/coins (which does not really even matter since a handful of coins buys one a burger and a tad-less-of-a-pint of Kriek (0.5*BEER) even in the fancier establishments) and $3,001,098.67 USD / 1179.15802274 BTC Estimated and 0.00000000%/100.00000000% unwithdrawable balance in Polonian travellers' cheques, has become so commonplace to Zechariah that he almost but not quite cares about the elusiveness of the degrees of freedom for an old soul in a 241-anniversary body, offering Voice an opportunity to cut in, again:- Seriously now, buddy. You are dicking around like a teenager, and the whole Kingdom is in disarray. Nobody knows what is going on, and the unholy triumvirate tries to save what they can ("and it ain't much", Zechariah thinks, clearly enough for the Voice to perceive, but not to disturb his meditation). You have good research done on the soul attributes and polarities, why don't you sit down and try to put some in concise writing, especially taking the length of the travel remaining, into account, as it should.
"OK;:
The mind-body-spirit complex ('human person in 3D') is the residual of the Soul. One can think of it as the unbalanced/polarised portion of the experience of the One Infinite Creator with Itself. All Duality, Karma, and Unfulfilled Dreams, they all are there and shape the soul (the part of it that is accessible to the mind-body-spirit complex) and hence, the body. An important principle is that the body is merely the projection of a soul in 3D. Whatever is beautiful in the soul, mirrors in the body. Whatever is lacking in the soul, is observable as a lack in the body as well. The dear soul
David, whose untimely death sent my grieving father into untimely grave [they lay hand-in-hand in state in the Crypt of the San Pietro (5-C-A1), and to compensate his shortage of stature (especially with the Cardinal hat adding to that of the Cardinal), the late king's girth is observably wider(, and everyone may do what they wish with the information)], for instance, had a serious lack in
perception, to the point that his physical appearance had only 1 functioning eye.
I ('eye'= perception; the more perceptible an individual, the more he prefers to address himself simply like this, ad nauseam, especially in travel itineraria, whose length is only limited by the length of the travel in question), Zechariah, am one of the oldest souls around, so my challenges are not any more in the trivial level. When I read a book and anything resonates with me, it just means it is an experience to be (re-)lived. Duality will take care of itself soon, and Karma is about done, it is the (yet) Unfulfilled Dreams that is on the table now. Recently I read Three Musketeers, and immediately found myself in Athos' boots. Porthos seemed to be a fun, OK guy, and D'Artagnan also good in short increments of time at a time. Aramis, on the other hand, seemed a crooked asshole. All these polarisations, these Archetypes of people, can be found with reasonable observation in my surroundings, and indeed I know them all. If there was any song unsung or wine untasted in the book(s - there is about 2400 pages of text since Dumas (jr.) was paid by page), I will need to make up for the lack. There is enough time to do everything that is yet undone.
The World is perfect. Some young souls have concept that being God - just an example here - is somehow unreal, even boring. In fact, that is a rather challenging plane of existence. Especially with the Veil of Confusion effected on so many of the lesser beings. In Godmode, you can play any card at any time (and they are neatly arranged in the deck), and the clock rate is boostable to such levels that you don't give a sweat when required to eat a donut, drink beer, smoke a cigar, and sing Top of the World, while biking uphill from the banks of Kunda river to the mägi nearby. So, as long as your physical presence stays in roughly one place (it being possible yet unuseful to do the same thing in different places at the same time), you can basically do what you want.
The Challenge - that being that most of the mbs (abbreviation for mind-body-spirit) you meet
are not there yet, and often unable/-willing to help you in your path. The ones old enough to under stand your challenges, are few, and as far between as nuggets of gold in the pans of the prospectors on the River. - -"