Post by Chris North on Oct 17, 2015 17:09:55 GMT -6
Dakness, silence, cold all of these items surround us today as we stand dead center of nowhere. Why do we call it nowhere? Because frankly as of this point we know nothing about where we are or who we are there to see. It is just as we begin to shake that a voice cuts through the darkness causing us to panic more instead of remain calm. Our palms begin to sweat and our eyes dart about the darkness trying to do whatever we can to sort out what is real and what could be our minds playing tricks upon our eyes.
Voice: In the heart of every adolescent adult there lies a sensation. For years, upon years it can lie dormant and silent. It can lie like a snake in the grass coiled and shaking the rattles of its tail. Many of us will forever refuse to listen unto the warning that it heeds. Instead we will bury the sound, we will walk blindly through the bliss that is ignorance. Step, by step we draw closer unto our own demise. Step by individual step we walk eyes closed into a pit of utter demise of our very being. Some of us however, are reborn a whole new person. Some of us from the experience are washed clean, our very life's slate erased if you will.
The voice continues to cut through the darkness as we attempt to find it's orgin in vain.
Voice: Some of us will spend years with that snake coiled and poised in front of us and we will scrape, bite, and claw at the stone wall behind us to get away. We will spend our every last breath attempted to climb the wall to escape the serpent until our very fingertips are stained red with our own blood and that very same life giving gift resonates upon the taste buds of our mouth. Many of us will do this not realizing the whole time that if we just remove the head of the serpent then it becomes as harmless as a new born baby in his mother's arms. No, rather we let the serpent drive us to the edge of insanity and it's not long before our dance upon the cliff's edge becomes our descent into the murky waters.
Suddenly a candle is lit in the corner of the room and we can see the figure of a man but that is all the voice is roughly familiar but tough to make out.
As children and often times just as much when we become adults we begin to start to take for granted the moments of make believe that we are given in our lives. You see as we step through our existence upon this earth these moments can be as simple as a wonderfully amazing tea party that all of the royalty of the stuffed animal kingdom are attending. Even sometimes in our life there comes a moment when just perhaps.. Well just for speaking sake as of now we will say perhaps it's a birthday party for your very most treasured and loving teddy bear. To you at the moment this teddy bear is the one person that you can tell your every secret to. This teddy bear is the one thing in your life that you can instill your trust that it will never speak of your darkest secret.Then again maybe just maybe you are unlike some. Maybe for one second think in your mind that you don't trust this item. You do not trust this crafted toy brought unto the world only for the joy of the small children and sometimes even the adults everywhere. You know that withing you buried very deep inside you there is a suspicion. There is the very suspicion that this toy is not a friend but rather nothing more than one of the other people that are out to spread rumors and tell all your deepest secrets of abuse and neglect. To announce unto all the world that will listen unto it all your pains of death, tragedy, and sorrow that you have spent hours upon hours crying into your pillow just to forget.
The question then becomes now what? You see at this point in time it will be revealed that there will truthfully be nothing that you or anyone you choose to surround yourself with for security and comfort can even begin to attempt that will even start to silence the ghosts that will forever haunt you. The question now is what is that you do? How do you protect your very deepest thoughts, desires, and secrets from becoming plastered upon the wall of every Facebook, and the cover of every magazine the world over?
The light of the candle flickers as it reflects of the jeweled eye of a small, brown teddy bear..
What is it that truthfully prevents this small, insignificant item from evolving into more? What keeps it from evolving at least in your mind into the route of all the evil within your soul and driving you into utter and absolute delusional insanity? Well, you see truth be told it's nothing more than a simple piece of thread and a few moments of your time. For the truth that you seek is that all of our mothers know how to sew with nothing more than a needle and thread. The secondary harbored fact is that as children standing in the light of nothing more than the midnight moon many times we have watched them as they sew our favorite jeans, or toy back together. In time I have to ask you who would've believed that the same craft could come in handy to silence one's own worst fear. Who would have believed that something so simple as a cross stitch could actually begin to insure that this young bear here never speaks again.
The light of the candle is moved and it's revealed that the lips of the ragged bear are sewn together to form a silent wall..
The thought upon the mind of every child that will see this is that the person who done this is a monster. That who could even begin to harm a stuffed animal like this? I mean truthfully the bear is harmless. I mean realistically in everyone's mind and even within your own you know that it can't talk. Yes you know this for a soul burning fact, but as was said some people well they go to no ends to protect their deceit. They begin to do things like hide behind religion. Some will even start to hide behind masks. Hell the desperate few even hide behind the forever oath of silence. However, you can only keep an ember down for so long before it ignites the Forrest and causes an distinguishable blaze that burns you to the utter depths of your soul. For you see just as the fire cleanses the field it can cleanse your very soul..
Suddenly the bear that was once over the candle is ignited into a giant fireball and dropped upon the floor given us the first glimpse of the voice confirming that it is none other than the man formerly known as Angel in the UWA. It had been revealed just hours ago via his twitter account that he is now going by his birth name of Chris North. An evil smile crosses his face..
Chris: Rage, hatred, pain, deceit all things that are so accepted and yet so disapproved of. Why? Why is it that as a society we disapprove of these things? Is it because that when combined into one they are nothing more than a ticking fucking time bomb waiting to blow your whole impression of life as you know it to shreds? Is it because given enough of the above combined together that even the most prolific of people who have sworn off anger can become nothing more than monsters in the dark? They begin to morph into a very simple being. A being who is simply waiting to destroy every other person's very soul. A being that is hell bent on doing everything in their power to take from simple people everything it is they have ever thought or believed they could be become.
Chris: I mean seriously take a long hard look around you if you will..The very place you stand is one that reflects pain, agony, torture even and a place where the floors once ran red with the gift of a man's life..
The room is suddenly filled with light as Chris tears from the window the wood covering it. It is revealed that we are standing in the middle of a mock 1800's torture chamber. Upon the walls covered in dust are tools that were used to torture the souls of men. In the middle of the room is a device known as a stretch table. That is where we find Chris seated smiling back at us..
Chris: Even this very table that I now sit upon has done unspeakable harm and changed lives forever all because some overzealous world dictator believed that they stole to feed their family. Crazy huh? You steal to put food on your table and you are restrained to this table and stretched until you are dismembered limb for limb into four pieces. You see, I know you're wondering just what this has to do with what I stated before. You see those elements Rage, hatred, pain, deceit all of them represent a limb each one of them must be forcefully removed from you and dealt with before you can truly be who you are. Take for example my opposition for this coming week..
Chris: Earlier today Amy Zing officially accepted who she is, Amy Zing finally opened her once closed eyes and realized that the anger she held inside her for The Children was acting as an acid upon her soul and she finally allowed the fire within to escape. Funny isn't how that works? Much like the small bear that now lies as a pile of ashes upon the floor at your feet there, something that petty can set a whole world of emotions into actions. I mean again look at Amy a simple teddy bear.. One that she had celebrated so many birthdays with..Yet, nothing more than a distant memory she tried to erase at no avail..
Chris now steps from the table and begins to walk about the room..
Chris: Amy, in death truly is anything ever made right? I mean you said it yourself that you had hoped in death that he would get it right. The problem again is that death is not an element of correction Amy. Death does nothing to make a situation better, a person whole again, or rectify a problem in the world. No, instead it brings more pain and heartache to the situation, it breaks a person's inner soul, and instead of rectifying a problem it instead builds upon it and turns it into a monster under your bed.
Chris comes to a stop by a human shaped box filled with spikes and a slight laugh escapes his lips..
Chris: Amy, I will agree with you on two things first of all Michael is not a messiah, he is not a god he is a mere mortal soul. A very confused and disrupted mortal soul but a mortal soul none the less. Then secondly I will agree that the Children along with their self proclaimed God must be destroyed. There must be two graves dug, but instead of placing your friend along with The Children in them we must instead place your memories in the grave alongside your friend. Then in the other grave one, by one we can place The Children along with any memory of their very pitiful resistance. Each child lives a life filled with lies and deceit at the hands of The Morning Star. Each child needs to have an awaking if you will and their eyes opened to the truth. The truth that the man who claims he loves each and every child as his own is nothing more than a false entity bent on the inner destruction of each of their beings.
Chris: For now though that is another day, another fight. For you see Amy, I must stay focused on us and what we will have come showtime. You with your new found rage and I with a rage that has boiled within my soul for many moons. You not quite knowing to restrain and contain what you have found within. Myself, I know.. I have stripped myself of all but my very inner pride in order to satisfy the demons with in. You see Amy, you have a huge pride you have a huge dark secret. It is time that you stripped yourself of all belief or disbelief and stepped into the light from the dark. It is time that you accept who you are and who you will always be. You will not be a phoenix from the ashes Amy that is not you.
Chris now moves to the window and stares out of it as he speaks..
Chris: No Amy, that is most definitely not you.. You are a monster filled with a rage that once unleashed will be unmanageable. You have the potential to be the most dangerous being that has ever graced the UWA. However, you must first learn to channel the anger that you hold inside for the children and their leader. You must first begin to harness your aggression instead of having outbursts and bringing weapons of death to the ring to threaten a man who is obviously not afraid of you. You will get nowhere with a man of his stature with a simple blade Amy. You must tap into his being Amy, become the man to beat the man. Become the children to destroy the children Amy..It is not until you have become one of the children that you will be able to destroy them for the weakest link is your strongest ally.
Chris: Amy, the UWA has seen it fit that we meet in combat upon my very first encounter because they felt that you would be unmasked by me. However, it would appear that these children and their proclaimed father have beaten me to the punch. You, well you however are correct Amy your anger will not cease until you unleash it. However, unleashing it upon me will do you no justice. You will only attempt to use me as a stepping stone to reach what it is you desire most. However, in doing so you will destroy yourself, your hopes, dreams, and goals. By using me as a pawn in your game of chess you open your king for capture and you find yourself in checkmate before the game even begins. The question I now have for you Amy is can you play the game?
Chris: Amy, I leave you with two words that to many out there mean nothing, but to you they should mean everything. Checkmate...
With that Chris returns the wood to the window and blows the light out on the candle as we fade to black..
Voice: In the heart of every adolescent adult there lies a sensation. For years, upon years it can lie dormant and silent. It can lie like a snake in the grass coiled and shaking the rattles of its tail. Many of us will forever refuse to listen unto the warning that it heeds. Instead we will bury the sound, we will walk blindly through the bliss that is ignorance. Step, by step we draw closer unto our own demise. Step by individual step we walk eyes closed into a pit of utter demise of our very being. Some of us however, are reborn a whole new person. Some of us from the experience are washed clean, our very life's slate erased if you will.
The voice continues to cut through the darkness as we attempt to find it's orgin in vain.
Voice: Some of us will spend years with that snake coiled and poised in front of us and we will scrape, bite, and claw at the stone wall behind us to get away. We will spend our every last breath attempted to climb the wall to escape the serpent until our very fingertips are stained red with our own blood and that very same life giving gift resonates upon the taste buds of our mouth. Many of us will do this not realizing the whole time that if we just remove the head of the serpent then it becomes as harmless as a new born baby in his mother's arms. No, rather we let the serpent drive us to the edge of insanity and it's not long before our dance upon the cliff's edge becomes our descent into the murky waters.
Suddenly a candle is lit in the corner of the room and we can see the figure of a man but that is all the voice is roughly familiar but tough to make out.
As children and often times just as much when we become adults we begin to start to take for granted the moments of make believe that we are given in our lives. You see as we step through our existence upon this earth these moments can be as simple as a wonderfully amazing tea party that all of the royalty of the stuffed animal kingdom are attending. Even sometimes in our life there comes a moment when just perhaps.. Well just for speaking sake as of now we will say perhaps it's a birthday party for your very most treasured and loving teddy bear. To you at the moment this teddy bear is the one person that you can tell your every secret to. This teddy bear is the one thing in your life that you can instill your trust that it will never speak of your darkest secret.Then again maybe just maybe you are unlike some. Maybe for one second think in your mind that you don't trust this item. You do not trust this crafted toy brought unto the world only for the joy of the small children and sometimes even the adults everywhere. You know that withing you buried very deep inside you there is a suspicion. There is the very suspicion that this toy is not a friend but rather nothing more than one of the other people that are out to spread rumors and tell all your deepest secrets of abuse and neglect. To announce unto all the world that will listen unto it all your pains of death, tragedy, and sorrow that you have spent hours upon hours crying into your pillow just to forget.
The question then becomes now what? You see at this point in time it will be revealed that there will truthfully be nothing that you or anyone you choose to surround yourself with for security and comfort can even begin to attempt that will even start to silence the ghosts that will forever haunt you. The question now is what is that you do? How do you protect your very deepest thoughts, desires, and secrets from becoming plastered upon the wall of every Facebook, and the cover of every magazine the world over?
The light of the candle flickers as it reflects of the jeweled eye of a small, brown teddy bear..
What is it that truthfully prevents this small, insignificant item from evolving into more? What keeps it from evolving at least in your mind into the route of all the evil within your soul and driving you into utter and absolute delusional insanity? Well, you see truth be told it's nothing more than a simple piece of thread and a few moments of your time. For the truth that you seek is that all of our mothers know how to sew with nothing more than a needle and thread. The secondary harbored fact is that as children standing in the light of nothing more than the midnight moon many times we have watched them as they sew our favorite jeans, or toy back together. In time I have to ask you who would've believed that the same craft could come in handy to silence one's own worst fear. Who would have believed that something so simple as a cross stitch could actually begin to insure that this young bear here never speaks again.
The light of the candle is moved and it's revealed that the lips of the ragged bear are sewn together to form a silent wall..
The thought upon the mind of every child that will see this is that the person who done this is a monster. That who could even begin to harm a stuffed animal like this? I mean truthfully the bear is harmless. I mean realistically in everyone's mind and even within your own you know that it can't talk. Yes you know this for a soul burning fact, but as was said some people well they go to no ends to protect their deceit. They begin to do things like hide behind religion. Some will even start to hide behind masks. Hell the desperate few even hide behind the forever oath of silence. However, you can only keep an ember down for so long before it ignites the Forrest and causes an distinguishable blaze that burns you to the utter depths of your soul. For you see just as the fire cleanses the field it can cleanse your very soul..
Suddenly the bear that was once over the candle is ignited into a giant fireball and dropped upon the floor given us the first glimpse of the voice confirming that it is none other than the man formerly known as Angel in the UWA. It had been revealed just hours ago via his twitter account that he is now going by his birth name of Chris North. An evil smile crosses his face..
Chris: Rage, hatred, pain, deceit all things that are so accepted and yet so disapproved of. Why? Why is it that as a society we disapprove of these things? Is it because that when combined into one they are nothing more than a ticking fucking time bomb waiting to blow your whole impression of life as you know it to shreds? Is it because given enough of the above combined together that even the most prolific of people who have sworn off anger can become nothing more than monsters in the dark? They begin to morph into a very simple being. A being who is simply waiting to destroy every other person's very soul. A being that is hell bent on doing everything in their power to take from simple people everything it is they have ever thought or believed they could be become.
Chris: I mean seriously take a long hard look around you if you will..The very place you stand is one that reflects pain, agony, torture even and a place where the floors once ran red with the gift of a man's life..
The room is suddenly filled with light as Chris tears from the window the wood covering it. It is revealed that we are standing in the middle of a mock 1800's torture chamber. Upon the walls covered in dust are tools that were used to torture the souls of men. In the middle of the room is a device known as a stretch table. That is where we find Chris seated smiling back at us..
Chris: Even this very table that I now sit upon has done unspeakable harm and changed lives forever all because some overzealous world dictator believed that they stole to feed their family. Crazy huh? You steal to put food on your table and you are restrained to this table and stretched until you are dismembered limb for limb into four pieces. You see, I know you're wondering just what this has to do with what I stated before. You see those elements Rage, hatred, pain, deceit all of them represent a limb each one of them must be forcefully removed from you and dealt with before you can truly be who you are. Take for example my opposition for this coming week..
Chris: Earlier today Amy Zing officially accepted who she is, Amy Zing finally opened her once closed eyes and realized that the anger she held inside her for The Children was acting as an acid upon her soul and she finally allowed the fire within to escape. Funny isn't how that works? Much like the small bear that now lies as a pile of ashes upon the floor at your feet there, something that petty can set a whole world of emotions into actions. I mean again look at Amy a simple teddy bear.. One that she had celebrated so many birthdays with..Yet, nothing more than a distant memory she tried to erase at no avail..
Chris now steps from the table and begins to walk about the room..
Chris: Amy, in death truly is anything ever made right? I mean you said it yourself that you had hoped in death that he would get it right. The problem again is that death is not an element of correction Amy. Death does nothing to make a situation better, a person whole again, or rectify a problem in the world. No, instead it brings more pain and heartache to the situation, it breaks a person's inner soul, and instead of rectifying a problem it instead builds upon it and turns it into a monster under your bed.
Chris comes to a stop by a human shaped box filled with spikes and a slight laugh escapes his lips..
Chris: Amy, I will agree with you on two things first of all Michael is not a messiah, he is not a god he is a mere mortal soul. A very confused and disrupted mortal soul but a mortal soul none the less. Then secondly I will agree that the Children along with their self proclaimed God must be destroyed. There must be two graves dug, but instead of placing your friend along with The Children in them we must instead place your memories in the grave alongside your friend. Then in the other grave one, by one we can place The Children along with any memory of their very pitiful resistance. Each child lives a life filled with lies and deceit at the hands of The Morning Star. Each child needs to have an awaking if you will and their eyes opened to the truth. The truth that the man who claims he loves each and every child as his own is nothing more than a false entity bent on the inner destruction of each of their beings.
Chris: For now though that is another day, another fight. For you see Amy, I must stay focused on us and what we will have come showtime. You with your new found rage and I with a rage that has boiled within my soul for many moons. You not quite knowing to restrain and contain what you have found within. Myself, I know.. I have stripped myself of all but my very inner pride in order to satisfy the demons with in. You see Amy, you have a huge pride you have a huge dark secret. It is time that you stripped yourself of all belief or disbelief and stepped into the light from the dark. It is time that you accept who you are and who you will always be. You will not be a phoenix from the ashes Amy that is not you.
Chris now moves to the window and stares out of it as he speaks..
Chris: No Amy, that is most definitely not you.. You are a monster filled with a rage that once unleashed will be unmanageable. You have the potential to be the most dangerous being that has ever graced the UWA. However, you must first learn to channel the anger that you hold inside for the children and their leader. You must first begin to harness your aggression instead of having outbursts and bringing weapons of death to the ring to threaten a man who is obviously not afraid of you. You will get nowhere with a man of his stature with a simple blade Amy. You must tap into his being Amy, become the man to beat the man. Become the children to destroy the children Amy..It is not until you have become one of the children that you will be able to destroy them for the weakest link is your strongest ally.
Chris: Amy, the UWA has seen it fit that we meet in combat upon my very first encounter because they felt that you would be unmasked by me. However, it would appear that these children and their proclaimed father have beaten me to the punch. You, well you however are correct Amy your anger will not cease until you unleash it. However, unleashing it upon me will do you no justice. You will only attempt to use me as a stepping stone to reach what it is you desire most. However, in doing so you will destroy yourself, your hopes, dreams, and goals. By using me as a pawn in your game of chess you open your king for capture and you find yourself in checkmate before the game even begins. The question I now have for you Amy is can you play the game?
Chris: Amy, I leave you with two words that to many out there mean nothing, but to you they should mean everything. Checkmate...
With that Chris returns the wood to the window and blows the light out on the candle as we fade to black..