Jack and Orage, this was the first masterpiece explaining in laymans terms the deeper meaning of Silent Hill I've never even considered. Wasn't big into those games when I was young enough to find insights into the world around me and was far too jaded as an adult to appreciate it in cinematic form either. However in my opinion it explains what people term "the other side" or in modern Stranger Things terms, the upside down world better than anyone that's come before you.
As with many of us I'm sure our journey started fairly young or we wouldn't be here and time has only unraveled things since not given us what was already there from the start. Like many children I was always afraid of the shadow beings the energetic feelings of a presence in the room. Just as Mr. World says regarding our fears consuming us and making our reality. Even now I hesitate knowing the difference because trauma runs deep and your mind is incredibly potent. Any doubts will be unveiled. You cannot fake a shamanic journey and it cannot be transferred from one individual to another. It's about finding who YOU are and there is no cheat sheet or calming of doubts to coast through it. Just as the military used to say, "We're going to break you in order to make you." You must be broken and you will be broken, but better yet you must allow yourself to be open enough to allow yourself to be broken from all of your priors. The cost for starting and not finishing will destroy you worse than if you never started or just finished the damn thing.
I digress. Eventually I realized not all these shadow beings were what I imagined them to be. Sure there are malevolent ones, neutral, and those trying to help you, but all serve a purpose in your journey regardless but it's the fear that holds us back and judges them all equally. Some of them eventually took me to the darkest places I could ever imagine. Mind you I was a child with no understanding of this world anyways and the metaphysical world always works through analogies not at face value. Something only you will understand with the experience and knowledge you've gained. When I say I didn't want to go to places I mean finding myself in a Opera theater (metaphor for movie theater) watching 1800's circus actors essentially performing to a brain dead crowd mindlessly laughing and on stage I'd see a wheel of terror with an adult or child tied to it being tortured, raped, etc. in the background or grotesque sex acts in the background (orgies, kids getting raped so on). It was only recently I realized it was what is going on in the background and the example was Hollywood. Shown many many of these metaphors and when you're a child and believe the world is inherently good it's no wonder I've been a nervous wreck my entire life. Some things you cannot shake off you and the helplessness of wanting to run out and just start shooting or slitting throats is strong, yet nobody was aware of these subtleties and worse nobody seemed to care being trapped in their own mental entrancement.
Out of curiosity I'm intrigued by the alien stuff, but I can't take it seriously either because I've been in a state of lucid consciousness to realize most of the monsters I saw were other peoples projections. Their golems, or better yet Egregores. Now, you understand the name. The mind is incredibly powerful and I believe most people's self-manufactored golems are controlling them. They're the monsters on the other side and you're feeding it to protect yourself from others actually trying to help you realize you don't need them to begin with, you created them, and or someone else projected that into the mass consciousness for you to attach to. I don't mind these folks much because I feel it serves a higher purpose despite wanting to slap people quite often these days. To me your Reptilian/Draco/Nazi alliance is a comparison to the snakes in the garden, double speaking tongue of deception ashkenazi subconscious mind playing itself out. Let them wear German uniforms when they abduct you I don't give a fuck its still the same. Oh and your blonde haired, blue eyed blue jump suit Pledians representing the Germans can be your saviors. So be it I take what I can at this point.
My experiences happened only after reading history books being fascinated with Germany and finally ending in a bed of tears when I read David Irving's Dresden book and wanting to give up on life at such inhumanity. It was giving up that opened me up to experiences that happened immediately after, but funny enough when I came back I immediately was in tears again despite them telling me, "It never happened" I screamed, "Yes it DID!" Maybe it didn't, maybe it did and regardless of what I believe in I must tell the truth and name the devil.
Let me put my straight-jacket back on and go back into my padded room. It's a bit nippy out there I think a storms coming.
It wasn't my idea to write about this stuff it was Hers Greg, and perhaps the Germans. The design of pyramid heads helmet is taken from the WW II experimental German jet fighter. She started posting about Silent Hill second thing she did when I came back from Florida after she introduced me to her friends and supplicants. It was then I finally got it what she wanted out of me, and I have given freely to her:
A powerful voice to you was given indeed and not to be taken lightly. It's a blurry memory myself being so long ago that it was, but turning away would not be wise no matter the difficulty. Protection ends the moment you neglect your duty that's owed. You get the gist of the severity that it can somewhat leave a haunting trace as time passes whether you're living up to what you're supposed to do or failing. Embracing your own destruction can help with the uncertainty to some extent.
I sometimes wonder if we're speaking of the same since it's different for everyone and I'm not well educated on the terminology or meanings only the experiences can I explain something unknowable or something I chose not to remember. Only recently are things becoming clearer. From the first approach of face to face with the darkness telling me to kneel and the body willingly accepting but unable to move because something deeper inside wouldn't let me. Only to later have my personal space invaded once more by a intensely serious, yet soft female escorted by two very intimidating men where she appeared absurdly regal, yet deserving.
That was less of a conversation and more of a statement suggesting, "I'm in-charge, nobody else." Curiosity and confusion led me to asking probably a rather stupid question of, "how do I know that?" and I'll just say I left with, "OK you're the boss". Interesting how it flip flopped the second time my body refused to now kneel, but my inside hinted at be very respectful. It was amazing and intimidating that moment that stood out so differently from the rest. At one moment I thought I was going to get my ass kicked just for daring to ask a question.
There was so much shit going on behind the scenes here Greg, and I'll try to get it all in my next piece but as you say the memories have become blurry, after what happened in Europe this was just a child's game to me. Again, as you said, "I'm in-charge, nobody else." I never knew that until this piece and I sure as hell never wanted it. Silent Hill is not just two movies but a series of games that launched the gaming industry and culminated with Twin Peaks 2017. I've lost the notes, but I don't need them anymore...
yes, the journey started at a very young age. Weird, paranoid, separated, longing to be a part. Many systems suggested, often attached with rigid dogma and brutal force. Learning to discern, using ratio, drugs, "progressive" world view. A strong sense of inner justice meeting an outside world that was anything but. The heaps of lies. Turning points, breakthroughs, taking agency, hypothesis of what happens or not happens in my life is my responsibility. Head first into new situations and long bouts of doubts and procrastination. Detours that lead to unfortold avenues, fortune smiling, wondering did I cause that? Blink moments of hyper awareness of people's thoughts and feelings along with clarity of action, a flow state, gone the next minute, hour, day. The agony of this, letting go, not being able to hold on, relation to others. Yes, starting, knowing what can be, a drive, not going all the way no option, not losing a semblance of connection when understanding of these concepts is so rare in your fellow man. Deserves much deeper answer, but a rough draft will have to do as I am off to work the pipes
NICE!! Never get tired of reading that!
Jack and Orage, this was the first masterpiece explaining in laymans terms the deeper meaning of Silent Hill I've never even considered. Wasn't big into those games when I was young enough to find insights into the world around me and was far too jaded as an adult to appreciate it in cinematic form either. However in my opinion it explains what people term "the other side" or in modern Stranger Things terms, the upside down world better than anyone that's come before you.
As with many of us I'm sure our journey started fairly young or we wouldn't be here and time has only unraveled things since not given us what was already there from the start. Like many children I was always afraid of the shadow beings the energetic feelings of a presence in the room. Just as Mr. World says regarding our fears consuming us and making our reality. Even now I hesitate knowing the difference because trauma runs deep and your mind is incredibly potent. Any doubts will be unveiled. You cannot fake a shamanic journey and it cannot be transferred from one individual to another. It's about finding who YOU are and there is no cheat sheet or calming of doubts to coast through it. Just as the military used to say, "We're going to break you in order to make you." You must be broken and you will be broken, but better yet you must allow yourself to be open enough to allow yourself to be broken from all of your priors. The cost for starting and not finishing will destroy you worse than if you never started or just finished the damn thing.
I digress. Eventually I realized not all these shadow beings were what I imagined them to be. Sure there are malevolent ones, neutral, and those trying to help you, but all serve a purpose in your journey regardless but it's the fear that holds us back and judges them all equally. Some of them eventually took me to the darkest places I could ever imagine. Mind you I was a child with no understanding of this world anyways and the metaphysical world always works through analogies not at face value. Something only you will understand with the experience and knowledge you've gained. When I say I didn't want to go to places I mean finding myself in a Opera theater (metaphor for movie theater) watching 1800's circus actors essentially performing to a brain dead crowd mindlessly laughing and on stage I'd see a wheel of terror with an adult or child tied to it being tortured, raped, etc. in the background or grotesque sex acts in the background (orgies, kids getting raped so on). It was only recently I realized it was what is going on in the background and the example was Hollywood. Shown many many of these metaphors and when you're a child and believe the world is inherently good it's no wonder I've been a nervous wreck my entire life. Some things you cannot shake off you and the helplessness of wanting to run out and just start shooting or slitting throats is strong, yet nobody was aware of these subtleties and worse nobody seemed to care being trapped in their own mental entrancement.
Out of curiosity I'm intrigued by the alien stuff, but I can't take it seriously either because I've been in a state of lucid consciousness to realize most of the monsters I saw were other peoples projections. Their golems, or better yet Egregores. Now, you understand the name. The mind is incredibly powerful and I believe most people's self-manufactored golems are controlling them. They're the monsters on the other side and you're feeding it to protect yourself from others actually trying to help you realize you don't need them to begin with, you created them, and or someone else projected that into the mass consciousness for you to attach to. I don't mind these folks much because I feel it serves a higher purpose despite wanting to slap people quite often these days. To me your Reptilian/Draco/Nazi alliance is a comparison to the snakes in the garden, double speaking tongue of deception ashkenazi subconscious mind playing itself out. Let them wear German uniforms when they abduct you I don't give a fuck its still the same. Oh and your blonde haired, blue eyed blue jump suit Pledians representing the Germans can be your saviors. So be it I take what I can at this point.
My experiences happened only after reading history books being fascinated with Germany and finally ending in a bed of tears when I read David Irving's Dresden book and wanting to give up on life at such inhumanity. It was giving up that opened me up to experiences that happened immediately after, but funny enough when I came back I immediately was in tears again despite them telling me, "It never happened" I screamed, "Yes it DID!" Maybe it didn't, maybe it did and regardless of what I believe in I must tell the truth and name the devil.
Let me put my straight-jacket back on and go back into my padded room. It's a bit nippy out there I think a storms coming.
It wasn't my idea to write about this stuff it was Hers Greg, and perhaps the Germans. The design of pyramid heads helmet is taken from the WW II experimental German jet fighter. She started posting about Silent Hill second thing she did when I came back from Florida after she introduced me to her friends and supplicants. It was then I finally got it what she wanted out of me, and I have given freely to her:
"Speak.
I am the Crimson One.
The lies and the mist are
not they, but I.
You all know that I am One.
Yes, and the One is I.
Believers hearken to me!
Twenty score men and
seven thousand beasts.
Heed my words and speaketh them
to all, that they shall ever be
obeyed even under the light of
the proud and merciless sun.
I shall bring down bitter vengeance
upon thee and thou shalt suffer
my eternal wrath.
The beauty of the withering flower
and the last struggles of the dying
man, they are my blessings.
Thou shalt ever call upon me and
all that is me in the place that is
silent.
A powerful voice to you was given indeed and not to be taken lightly. It's a blurry memory myself being so long ago that it was, but turning away would not be wise no matter the difficulty. Protection ends the moment you neglect your duty that's owed. You get the gist of the severity that it can somewhat leave a haunting trace as time passes whether you're living up to what you're supposed to do or failing. Embracing your own destruction can help with the uncertainty to some extent.
I sometimes wonder if we're speaking of the same since it's different for everyone and I'm not well educated on the terminology or meanings only the experiences can I explain something unknowable or something I chose not to remember. Only recently are things becoming clearer. From the first approach of face to face with the darkness telling me to kneel and the body willingly accepting but unable to move because something deeper inside wouldn't let me. Only to later have my personal space invaded once more by a intensely serious, yet soft female escorted by two very intimidating men where she appeared absurdly regal, yet deserving.
That was less of a conversation and more of a statement suggesting, "I'm in-charge, nobody else." Curiosity and confusion led me to asking probably a rather stupid question of, "how do I know that?" and I'll just say I left with, "OK you're the boss". Interesting how it flip flopped the second time my body refused to now kneel, but my inside hinted at be very respectful. It was amazing and intimidating that moment that stood out so differently from the rest. At one moment I thought I was going to get my ass kicked just for daring to ask a question.
There was so much shit going on behind the scenes here Greg, and I'll try to get it all in my next piece but as you say the memories have become blurry, after what happened in Europe this was just a child's game to me. Again, as you said, "I'm in-charge, nobody else." I never knew that until this piece and I sure as hell never wanted it. Silent Hill is not just two movies but a series of games that launched the gaming industry and culminated with Twin Peaks 2017. I've lost the notes, but I don't need them anymore...
Just empirical, based on results as my mentor used to say. Rest is just stories
yes, the journey started at a very young age. Weird, paranoid, separated, longing to be a part. Many systems suggested, often attached with rigid dogma and brutal force. Learning to discern, using ratio, drugs, "progressive" world view. A strong sense of inner justice meeting an outside world that was anything but. The heaps of lies. Turning points, breakthroughs, taking agency, hypothesis of what happens or not happens in my life is my responsibility. Head first into new situations and long bouts of doubts and procrastination. Detours that lead to unfortold avenues, fortune smiling, wondering did I cause that? Blink moments of hyper awareness of people's thoughts and feelings along with clarity of action, a flow state, gone the next minute, hour, day. The agony of this, letting go, not being able to hold on, relation to others. Yes, starting, knowing what can be, a drive, not going all the way no option, not losing a semblance of connection when understanding of these concepts is so rare in your fellow man. Deserves much deeper answer, but a rough draft will have to do as I am off to work the pipes