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« on: May 11, 2008, 06:34:08 AM »
[Written in a thin, spidery hand]



How many shadows
have you seen,
how many chains
have daisies been

how many ghosts
remain unwed
for what is love
among the dead

and what is death
to those who love
who live in light
and dwell above

for what lies below
but former years
tainted by
unwanted fears

and so are shadows
yet unseen
flitting through
the lake of dreams

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« Reply #1 on: June 30, 2008, 04:58:22 AM »
[written in a thin, spidery hand]

In everything there does reside
the brighter and the shadow side
Even suns in twilight shine
as noonday moons from midnight hide

In dusk there dwells the hope of dawn
midday casts shadows, deep and strong
In balance checked, each force entwined
The weave of patterns by design

Do not resist the ebbing tide
or refuse precious points of pride
Accepting each with purpose clear
embracing both, shed undue fear

Yet revel not with undue joy
nor righteous, wicked lust destroy
Lest burn within a flame so bright
it immolates the very night

Then darkness grows, as wire thin
are drawn resolve and hope, and then
while holding close most hated fears,
you've lost your grasp on all that's dear
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« Reply #2 on: August 01, 2008, 04:37:26 AM »
[Written in a thin, spidery hand]

So patterned is the chaos,
predictably undoing
In everything that's lost
there dwells a new beginning

In blank, quiet spaces,
balance, hate with what you give
Softly pass to leave no traces
of ever having lived
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« Reply #3 on: August 03, 2008, 11:14:09 PM »
[The following is ooc and from the Duchess of Malfi by John Webster which I've included, though not having written myself, since part of the following excerpt was once Jinx's original 'bio' upon creation, albeit on a differing server.  This sentiment of Jinx's was recently summed up in game as 'flip a coin?']

Duchess: Now what you please: What death?

BOSOLA: Strangling; here are your executioners.

DUCHESS: I forgive them:
The apoplexy, catarrh, or cough o'th' lungs,
Would do as much as they do.

BOSOLA: Doth not death fright you?

DUCHESS: Who would be afraid on't,
Knowing to meet such excellent company
In th' other world?

BOSOLA: Yet, methinks,
The manner of your death should much afflict you;
This cord should terrify you?

DUCHESS: Not a whit:
What would it pleasure me to have my throat cut
With diamonds? or to be smothered
With cassia? or to be shot to death with pearls?
I know death hath ten thousand several doors
For men to take their exits; and 'tis found
They go on such strange geometrical hinges,
You may open them both ways: any way, for heaven sake,
So I were out of your whispering. Tell my brothers,
That I perceive death, now I am well awake,
Best gift is they can give, or I can take.
I would fain put off my last woman's fault,
I'd not be tedious to you.


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« Reply #4 on: August 20, 2008, 04:25:56 PM »
[ooc A musical interlude, not part of the journal of course!]
[from Gogol Bordello's Gypsy Punks, Underdog World Strike]

[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ikONbK9N20&feature=related[/youtube]


Illumination


Don't believe them for a moment
For a second, do not believe my friend
When you are down, them are not coming
With a helping hand
Of course there is no us and them
But them they do not think the same
It's them who do not think......
They never step on spiritual path
They paint their faces so differently from ours
And if you listen closely
That war it never stops
Be them new Romans
Don't envy them my friend
Be their lives longer
Their longer lives are spent
Without love or faithful friend
All those things they have to rent
But we who see our destiny
In sound of this same old punk song
Let rest originality for sake of passing it around
Illuminating realization number one:

You are the only light there is
For yourself my friend

They'll be no saviors any soon coming down
And anyway illuminations
never came from the crowned
Illuminating realization number one;

You are the only light there is
For yourself my friend.
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« Reply #5 on: September 10, 2008, 03:56:41 PM »
[Written in a thin, spidery hand]

~Ode to the Water of Life~


My lips grow dry awaiting your pleasure,
My hands they itch to pull you close,
to raise you up high, my light, my treasure
And to the tavern propose a toast

And  to the world proclaim my lust
Reunited consummate joy
And drain you I will, as drain you I must
Though my heart and soul you destroy

Another round of my love, I'm buying
to banish pain, bow to old ghosts.
Another round of my love, I'm dying
To spirits and generous hosts.
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« Reply #6 on: September 23, 2008, 01:37:05 AM »
[Written in a thin, spidery hand]

Unforgiven


I know a garden wherein bloom
Red roses which will die too soon
from ungloved hands which long to touch
the flowers which she loved so much

And I suppose, that somewhere dwells
A man who walks the paths of hell
with great and unforgiving blade,
a monster of his soul hath made

Yet into quiet moments seep
for each, sweet memories they keep.
By keeping, know its all that's left
beyond the chasm known as death
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« Reply #7 on: November 16, 2008, 12:34:28 AM »

[ooc A musical interlude, not part of the journal of course!]

[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jde6OjPtunw[/youtube]


Barra Barra

barra barra (outside/ get out) = bb


Sadness, hate and the reign of arbitrary
bb
Destruction, jealousy ; there is no trust left
bb
Thirst and people are unlucky
bb
No honour, but oppression and slavery
bb
Rivers were dried up and seas have ruined everything
bb
Stars are switched off and the sun went down
bb
There are no trees left and the birds stopped singing
bb
There are neither days, nor nights left, darkness only
bb
Hell ; there is no beauty left
bb

---
2.bb
Time has increased, there is no honour left
bb
Ruin and war and the blood is flowing
bb
There are only walls left, walls standing up
bb
Fear and people remain silent
bb
Sadness, hate and the reign of arbitrary
bb
Destruction and jealousy ; there is no trust left
bb
Rivers were dried up and seas have ruined everything
bb
stars are switched off and the sun went down
barra barra
---
3.bb
There is neither good, nor happiness, nor luck anymore
bb
There are no trees left; the birds stopped singing
bb
There are neither nights, nor days left; darkness only
bb
Desolation, hell, there is no beauty left
bb


Time has increased, there is no honour left
bb
Ruin and war and the blood is flowing
bb
There are only walls left, walls standing up
bb
Sadness, hate and the reign of arbitrary
bb
Destruction and jealousy ; there is no trust left.
Stars are switched off, and the sun went down
bb
There is neither good, nor happiness, nor luck left
bb
There are no trees left ; birds stopped singing
bb
There are no neither nights nor days left; darkness only
bb
Desolation, hell, there is no beauty left
bb
Time has increased, there is no honour left
Barraaaaa! Barra, barra, barraaaaaa!


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« Reply #8 on: November 21, 2008, 04:05:28 AM »
[ooc yet another musical interlude]

Performance

[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ihm9wZwxg14[/youtube]

[you'll never be free again]

A branch of cold flames
Hangs over your head
The one thing that you could never burn
It's shadow's hanging over you
The shadow's never there
Explodes all over again

Shakes- take control today
shakes- give all your secrets away
shakes- give us your soul today
shakes- give it all away

To crush this foolish pride
I'm standing under glass
Trying to break through all the time

But deception never fails
Can't discover what's seen
What's seen behind these cold eyes

shakes- give us your soul today
shakes- give all your secrets away
shakes- we take control today
shakes- give it all away

Shadows over masses
Faces guncharge
It was too much fun all the time
She said, Your death must come first
To make this dream more real
You'll never be free again

Shakes- give us your soul today
shakes- give all your secrets away
shakes- we take control today
shakes- give it all away

shakes
shakes
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« Reply #9 on: March 21, 2009, 01:14:22 AM »
[ooc A musical interlude, not part of the journal of course!]

Crazy

[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fD-SMLTfuVw[/youtube]

I remember when, I remember when I lost my mind
There was something so pleasant about that place.
Even your emotions had an echo
In so much space

And when you're out there
Without care,
Yeah, I was out of touch
But it wasn't because I didn't know enough
I just knew too much

Does that make me crazy?
Does that make me crazy?
Does that make me crazy?
Possibly <i>[radio version]
probably <i>[album version]

And I hope that you are having the time of your life
But think twice, that's my only advice

Come on now, who do you, who do you, who do you, who do you think you are,
Ha ha ha bless your soul
You really think you're in control

Well, I think you're crazy
I think you're crazy
I think you're crazy
Just like me

My heroes had the heart to lose their lives out on a limb
And all I remember is thinking, I want to be like them
Ever since I was little, ever since I was little it looked like fun
And it's no coincidence I've come
And I can die when I'm done

Maybe I'm crazy
Maybe you're crazy
Maybe we're crazy
Probably

Uh, uh










And when all good deeds have been repaid,
the hero gets a weighted blade
the heroine lies a ruined wreck
and all the cities have been sacked
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« Reply #10 on: March 26, 2009, 12:35:45 PM »
[ooc A musical interlude, not part of the journal of course!]

http://www.freewebs.com/dandelionjunkqueens/mp3/ablackheart.mp3


A Black Heart

Holding on to a dream
Holding on I can't lose it again

Given a whole heart by a stranger
Something that I could hold

Black not because its empty
So big it's kind of hard to fill the hole

Holding on to a gleam
Holding on I can't lose it again

Heaviness bears itself upon me
I can't ignore it anymore
How was it I fell so strongly
When did it all end up in a hole

Holding on to a gleam
Holding on I can't lose it again
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« Reply #11 on: March 27, 2009, 04:17:23 PM »
[Written in a thin, spidery hand]

--------------------Tattered Pages--------------




What remains, endures, but the rhythm of life is all too strong and the rushing is a river I would drown in you until the taste of ashes overwhelms with the inexorable faded beatings of wings on glass are those maggots in your eyes or the light reflected for the moon is no star and the stars are all dying suns so make a wish blow out the soul fired candles the fuel consumed leaves a shell, wall? made of broken things and heap those shattered harps onto the flames and be warmed by what is no longer needed lest the self seeded be sown and the needles be shown to have stitched up the holes where the thoughts leaked out and ran together with everything and I don't know what's mine anymore and all the colors ran to red and Ivy says I die where I cling roses do feel pain in tiny wails as shears sunder and the gardener is god of all that blindly struggles to be indifferent to the inevitable





---------------------------------------------------------------------------




Those god shaped holes men would fill with prayers and powers rare it matters not if fair and right or sere and might all cats are grey at night and wait and watch and hawk your souls like so many baubled pawns and though you hold the ticket tightly they are far more delighting in the price to buy it back being more than any one could pay







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« Reply #12 on: March 29, 2009, 07:36:46 PM »
[Written in a thin, spidery hand]

----------------Tattered Page--------------------



None can deny everything dies and yet the rotting passes by with capricious whimsy? Designs so flimsy? leaving deceiving precious petals fluttering ever down to surround would be blooms as drifting snows bury tombs, hollow places where would be heroes faces flicker in the dimming guttering lights there are no eternal nights but what truly frightens is your own heightened sense of self soon to be lost, tempest tossed and clearly crossed over, under so deep the crushing keeps bearing upon each who belongs right where they are, so far, so good and his advice to thee is stab them before the chanting begins all things die but this is not always the end







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« Reply #13 on: April 07, 2009, 03:33:49 PM »
Written in a thin, spidery hand]


--------------Tattered Page--------------


In the Game of Great, even saints are pawns and what belongs, is on that grand board where mortals see black or white there is only red ascension, for to reach the other side is no end the pawn becomes anew at the unseen hand's choosing and the Game goes on with rewritten rules conditions do apply when walking forward through one one of the thousand doors which close with the finality of fleeting breath, blocking ways back, blotting out all light but the memory of a spark held within is it such a sin to remember, to linger in a past of tenuous moralities as overwhelmed souls reach toward any cast out hand or rope of hope there is need, feeding on red rains, though everywhere, are the land's and therefore do not sustain, plainly tastes of tears, broken things, dreams lost between the cracks an hollows the black earth soaks up all this and yet requires so much more of us, dust



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« Reply #14 on: May 11, 2009, 04:13:32 AM »
[Written in a thin, spidery hand]

There's a world going on underground and a candle in the wind gets snuffed out pretty much, what else it gonna do, you need a miner's lamp for the serious Darktimes spelunking, debunking and rethunking you oughtta done last year but a stone sits a lot more than it rolls along, rolls up and becomes a paper weight on the manifestos of dreams that might be realized were it not for the whole nagging sensation that no shoulda been yes and maybes a hearty no and yes woulda been better off left unsaid altogethers but isn't that why every day is a whole new chance to mean well but repeat the same old things over and over and change is just a word to most people who don't have children in nappies but that's what it's really about, cleaning up what's waste and turning it into golden days instead of windows that closed while you were still musing what might be gleaned without notice cause every dog has it's day but that's usually dog kicking day and it's best to stay down boy, stay down and how low can you go well that's why they invented negative numbers, red and black and forgery which is just a minor cantrip of illusion and who doesn't love a good self deluding illusion that everyone can agree on top of the world must mean something or everything you did meant nothing in this is the end my only friend does your heart weigh more than the truth.
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« Reply #15 on: June 10, 2009, 01:08:01 PM »
[Written in a thin, spidery hand]

I found her by the water
that lady of great renown
the salty spray like jewels
bedecked her trailing gown

The web of lights men bought her
she wore more well than any crown
to delight the eyes of fools
for the maid is not the gown
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« Reply #16 on: June 11, 2009, 12:11:12 PM »
[Press printed pages are added to the journal]

Treatise on Chromomancy and its practical usages

1. Color

While color varies based on perceptions, cultural meanings and environmental factors, there are some color effects which seem to have near universal meaning.  Those colors considered by most to be warm include red, orange and yellow.  Such warm colors tend to evoke emotional responses ranging from feelings of warmth, comfort and creativity to anger, hostility and a heightened sense of the sensual or lustful.

Those colors considered cool include blue, purple and green.  Such colors are often described as calming, relaxing or soothing, but can also elicit feelings of sadness, indifference and result in reduced activity levels.

White and black are often regarded as representations of all colors combined or the absence of color, also referred to as  monochromes but literally monochrome means simply, one color.   However, many paintings which are done entirely in different shades of a single color are also referred to as monochrome paintings, though they may be entirely red, blue or another color.

Metallics are the colors of metals such as gold or silver.

Warm or Solar Colors:

Red (Red Lead, Red Ochre, Vermillion, Cinnabar)
Orange (Ochre)
Yellow (Lead Antimonate, Yellow Ochre)
Pink (red tinted with white which results in a paler, softer, more delicate color. Such colors are also known as pastels)

Cool or Lunar Colors:

Green (Malachite, Verdigris, Chryscolla, Turquoise)
Blue (Azurite, Lapis Lazuli, Indigo, Cobalt)
Purple or Violet (Cobalt Violet)
Brown (Umber, Sienna, burnt varieties of both colors)

The Monochromes

Black (Ivory Black, Lamp Black)
White (Chalk White, Lead White)

The Metallics

Gold
Silver


2.  The influences of Color on the mind and body

It has been observed that, cultural connotations and physical perceptions aside, many colors have consistent effects on the mood, psyche and physicality of humanoids.  Many of these responses may be unconscious, so subtle is the influence of color, yet its influence cannot be denied.


Red: Stimulating of mind and body, known to increase circulation.

Orange:  Increases energy levels, stimulates creativity

Yellow: Stimulating to the nerves, purifying

Pink: Initiates a calming effect which has been found to only be truly effective during the initial exposure.

Green: Promotes healthfulness, restive healing, fertility and renewal

Blue: Lowers pulse rate and body temperature, decreases appetite

Purple or Violet:  Soothes illness and pain

Brown :  Can create feelings of sadness, isolation, evokes a sense of strength and reliability.

Black: An indicator of power both sexual and physical, formality, sophistication.  Represents death and mourning in many cultures and thus may elicit feelings of extreme sadness, dread and fear.  

It may also however, have the connotation of life, fertility and rebirth to others, particularly those cultures where fertile soil is highly regarded yet scarce, such as desert nations.

White: Evokes purity, innocence, sacredness.  Creates a sense of greater space and sterility.

Gold : Represents wealth, power, knowledge, solar energy.

Silver :  Represents Lunar energy, occulted knowledge, mystery and to lesser degrees wealth.


3.  Practical Applications of Chromomancy

A.  the Fashion of Influence

Is it any coincidence that gendarme's are clad in a soft blue or those who keep things secure in Port a Lucine wear black?  Or that those ladies garbed in pink enjoy a greater sense of delicate romance in their life while a woman in red is regarded as a sensuous creature?  Wether consciously by design or not the colors of these uniforms and gowns do influence the reactions of those around them.

Blue is a color which has been shown to engender trust, easy compliance due to its soothing qualities and which also represents wisdom, law and objectivity in many cultural connotations.  No doubt such a uniform aids in the ability of those men who don it to calm others and assume command of situations with ease.

The black worn by those who guard the security of goods or persons no doubt gives those men a greater sense of strength and power and sends the unspoken message that death awaits those who would cross them.  Black is indeed a color which does not stand out, thus allowing such men to become 'part of the background' where their influence is still felt but not in such a way that it detracts from a fine dining atmosphere, or the precious jewels on display.

Pink is the raw, primal force of red lust tempered with the purity of white, is it any wonder then that those ladies who wear pink are seen as delicate creatures of a soothing, open presence, romantically innocent yet imminently desirable and approachable?  Or that a woman clad in vivid red entering a room might attract all eyes and elicit thoughts of raw lust, hungry desire among at least a portion of her audience?   Hardly coincidence when one understands how very much color influences thought and mood.

The robes the Amazing Astoundo wears, of bright purple and yellow gold do much to subconsciously reiterate his statement he has entertained nobility and heads of state, for such colors often remind us of kings, princes and the power of knowledge.


B. Decor

Compare the mood and success of two balls held in rooms of differing color;  One grand ball is held in a large room of deep blue hue such as indigo with plates in complimentary shades of purple with silver tableware and accents.  The second is held in a smaller room with less attendants but this room is painted a cheerful yellow with plates of a red orange glaze and golden tableware and accents.  Though the first ball is grand with a larger number of guests, it is the second ball which boasts the greater success among it's patrons who ate twice as much food, enjoyed lively discussions in an energetic manner and left the revelry feeling better for having attended.  The "blue ball" was indeed just that, a quiet gathering of subdued if not outright suppressed festivity with conversations tending towards the melancholy. The enticing foods set out hardly touched, the guests depart with a lingering sense of gloom.  A more fitting response for a funeral than a party.  What went wrong might ever remain a mystery to the host or hostess of the blue ball, but those who understand color might smile with bemused expression and know that such a soiree was doomed from that moment the color blue was chosen as its primary thematic color.


The warm, rich browns of la Grande Bibliotheque accented by bright and golden yellows, rose tints, creates an environment well suited to study, where one may read in a comfort that is not too complacent, lest they retain nothing of that which they read for nodding off.

The predominately red thematic of the Puits d'Orchestre chambers with rich yellow gold accents goes far to create a warm and sensual atmosphere ripe for the enjoyment of musical entertainment.  Most assuredly, the pulse quickens, the heart beats faster in a direct response to the colors, preparing the audience to receive an impending performance.  It is interesting that the use of brown stone has caused many in my company to wonder and comment, this accent creates a transition between the brightness of the room and the utter void of the pit below, one which invariably elicits comments of the grave.  Masterful use of Chromomancy indeed if this was the intention.


C. Religion

Hala:  Though the robes of orders do vary in color most are white or powder blue.  Powder blue being a pastel; a blue tempered by white, which retains its qualities of soothing wisdom and calmness but such properties have been elevated by the white which implies purity and sacredness.  Thus much like pink being being a tempered, softer color than red, the powder blue results in a clergy which seems easily approachable to those in need.

Ezra:   The significance of white and green among the Ezrite vestments is profound.  White symbolizing of course the white of mists but beyond this evoking a sense of purity and sacredness.  When the congregation dons white for ceremonies, no doubt they feel closer to a truly sacred purity for wearing it than they would had they donned any other color.  Green is regarded almost universally as a color of abundant life, nature and its fertility.  Green as the color most closely aligned with the heart may not have been lost upon those who decided upon its inclusion in traditional anchorite garb.  The significance of the width of the white trim is perhaps obvious, white representing purity and those of higher ecclesiastical rank being regarded as the purest among the clergy.


D.  Therapy:  The use of color to promote the healing or stimulus of various physical or psychical conditions has long been practiced by certain cultures and civilizations, some more consciously than others.  Foods of the solar colors, red, yellow and orange have been known to stimulate appetite, even foods served on tableware in these colors will have a similar effect.  Sunbathing, or even spending time in yellow clothes or rooms, has been employed to stimulate nerves and banish depression.

The use of lush gardens filled with the lunar colors of green, blue and violet, accented with the pink of flowers and the blue white sparkle of moving water, has been known to have soothing, restorative effects upon those with highly agitated psyches.  Due to the soothing effects being largely environmental, it is paramount that chromotherapy is not relied upon as the only means of healing, this method is best used in conjunction with others.

 That certain asylums and hospices are now making use of white as a predominant color in uniforms and painted rooms shows how even the most enlightened societies can benefit from the knowledge of chromomancy.  White creates a sense of open space and soothing distance, something which helps to quiet those souls troubled in mind as others are in body.
The additional use of splashes of living color in such environs, such as few well chosen flowers or a potted plant, has been known to keep that distance from seeming too cold and removed from all life, which has been found to be contradictory to true healing.


E. Torture:

It goes without saying, I am sure, that physical torture is a crude art at best and mental torture an elevation of the crude into a more enlightened form of information extraction. Thus only the use of color in the higher forms of torture will be discussed here.

It is quite obvious I am sure how black and red figure into creating an atmosphere of dread, pain and probable death.  Red even going so far as to increase blood flow, heart rate and excite the subject physically.  While these colors certainly accent the more physical aspects of torture quite well, they are indeed often counter productive to the more sophisticated methods if overused.

 It should not be ignored how effective for example the colors brown and dark blue can be for inducing a sense of isolation or despair, even making a subject feel physically colder through the room temperature remains unchanged.  The sensation of unchanging reliability often evoked by the color brown, implies to the subject this situation can continue, indefinitely.

 The stark coldness of white can create a mood of sacred judgement, neutrality and dispassionate questioning while still eliciting a sense of physical coldness and sense of isolation.   Any color placed in such an environment will no doubt elicit the subject's full attention and an appropriately predictable response.


Bold geometric patterns in black and white,  create a confusion in many subjects as to the true mood of the situation, even if unconsciously.  It then becomes easier to lead the subject with skilled questioning.  If the patterns are chaotic and have little sense of order, confinement to such a room for prolonged periods combined with sleep deprivation, could result in an utter disruption of the subject's psyche, eventually leading to long term mental incapacity.  It is of course common knowledge that lack of sleep or proper rest will eventually kill a subject so such methods can only be safely employed in periods of two days or less at a time.  It is amazing how the use of recuperative lunar colors in another room such as pale green can accelerate the recovery time necessary for subsequent sessions.

While black is intimidating and indicative of death in many cultures, purple is also near universally regarded as a color of power in rule and knowledge, it commands a sort of respect that does not elicit obedience through fear so much as obedience by right of superiority.  Combined with the metallic color gold the sense of power which radiates is often absolute, where with silver the sense of superiority is lent a mysterious air.  The need of many subjects during prolonged questioning or incarceration to find one among their 'tormentors' which they can identify as a representative of hope can be manipulated, through the use of costuming and color, to gravitate towards a particular interrogator.

The use of colored glass globes over candles in a white room is a very effective and easily adjusted method of choosing predominant colors for questioning.  White robes or costumes will, just as the walls, reflect the color chosen.  When combined with other sensory stimulus such as sound or smell, or the deprivation of those senses, the possibilities for manipulation of the psyche are as limitless as the practitioner's own imagination.


In Summation

Art or science, illusion or reality, by what ever classification it is difficult to deny the influence color has upon the mood, health and mental states of sentient humanoids. To the knowledgeable, skilled practitioner of chromomancy such information is put to practical use in daily situations both mundane and profound thus benefitting from or influencing each  interaction to their own success or agenda.



Glossary

Brightness: The perception elicited by the luminance of a visual target.  This is a subjective attribute/property of the object being observed.

Chromotherapy: The use of color as a means to promote the healing or stimulus of the psyche or physical form.

Hue:  One of the main properties of a color described with names such as red, yellow etc.  In painting, a hue often refers to a pure color, one without tint or shade (added black or white pigment respectively).

Pastel: A color tinted with white, such as red tinted with white results in pink, blue tinted with white results in a paler blue such as that known as powder blue, or purple mixed with white resulting in lavender.

Saturation: The difference of a color against its own brightness

Shade: The mixture of a color with black which decreases lightness.

Tint: The mixture of a color with white which increases lightness.
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« Reply #17 on: June 12, 2009, 02:53:27 PM »
[Written in a thin, spidery hand]

A spell, a hocus focus  for unmitigated successery, the following incantation;


So far, you outpace the falling stars, so good, none better ever stood



The incantation may be shortened to, 'so far, so good' without losing any portion of its power so long as you believe.  Faith is not exclusive to the religious, but faith in ones self is paramount to all works.

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[All the memory a word remains in your head  "hero" and the fading face of Radnug.  Dark feeling of void invades you as the strange occurance leaves you with a sense of incomprehension...... hero and radnug]



[and now yet another ooc A musical interlude, not part of the journal of course!]




Death of the Hero



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"You fool, I’’m not trying to kill you! I’m trying to save you!"

There was a white knight riding on his steed,
Waiting for a noble deed.
Inside, a lady in distress
With blackened eyes and tears down her dress.
A villain with a wicked plan
Doing wicked things with wicked hands.
Look down, stopping dead in the road
"Mind your business" he was told.

And there were peasants, being murdered and raped
By an evil man in a big black cape.
Longing for evil plans
Where people are killed in faraway lands.
[???] for all kingdoms
Gonna need some help to get this done
Getting bare back, with his dis concern
That wouldn't cost most of what we earn.

Death of all flags,
This is the death of a man.
This is the death of humanity,
Death of tragedy.
Things are wrong,
He’s long gone.
This is the death of humanity,
Death of tragedy.

There was a white knight riding on his steed,
Waiting for a noble deed.
Inside, a lady in distress
With blackened eyes and tears down her dress.
A villain with a wicked plan
Doing wicked things with wicked hands.
Look down, stopping dead in the road
"Mind your business" he was told.

Death of all flags,
This is the death of a man.
This is the death of humanity,
Death of tragedy.
Things are wrong,
He’s long gone.
This is the death of humanity,
Death of tragedy.
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« Reply #19 on: June 19, 2009, 03:36:18 PM »
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A spell, a hocus focus for unmititgated successery the following incantation;


What remains, shall never be the same, endures, reassures, what is left is truly yours.



May be shortened to 'what remains, endures' without losing any portion of its power so long as you believe.  Faith is not exclusive to the religious, but faith in ones self is paramount in all works.
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A Study on the Psychology of Red Ascension



The Condition:


In most every way the condition mimics true vampirism for all intents and purposes. The strengths, weaknesses and curious deviations from known patterns which have been noted among vampires are all similarly present. However, the most significant difference is that while the weaknesses are for the most part identical, the strengths are considerably lesser. The unique variations are just that, incomprehensible to determine what sense of logic or force, if any, determines why one might possess a weakness or advantage another does not, even to the point of conventional wisdom being rendered 'inaccurate' with a particular individual.

It must thus be kept well in mind, that however much a pattern seems to be revealed, deviations are sure to occur and render any assumption or reliance upon a 'rule of lore' unreliable at best and at its worse, certain death.  Nothing that follows should be taken as other than it is, the personal conclusions of noted observations and study.  Should one wish to prove or disprove the veracity of such, they are indeed encouraged to do so at their own risk for inherent dangers lie within such pursuits.  However, no knowledge of value is without price and knowledge often bears the highest price of all things.




1. The Need:

As described in other texts with possible variations the need is absolute and cannot be denied.  This is most commonly manifested as a need for blood, though other variations have been noted in certain texts. Wether it is the physical manifestation of that which satisfies The Need or some less definable, 'life force' contained within certain fluids or essences which is actually the source of sustenance, is unknown, and perhaps moot to other than metaphysical debates or alchemical pursuits.

What is most important is that The Need or oft used term hunger is absolute on both physical and psychological levels.  Both terms are limited in describing how much an undeniable force this is, for one might be hard pressed to imagine a constant awareness and reliance upon every next breath of fresh air, and perpetual concern over where such an integral part of continued existence is to be found, in all but the most dire of circumstances. Nor could one perhaps comprehend the sort of joy experienced with every intake and release of breath as that which pales and dulls every other sensation or experience to near transparent illusion.


Much as the requirements for life (food, rest, breath), The Need must be satisfied, unlike those requirements for life, which are oft taken for granted by those enjoying a surfeit of them, the need refuses to be taken for granted or pushed aside anymore than a rabid dog backed into a corner could be considered less dangerous than one in the center of the room.  You ignore such a beast at great risk to your own eventual detriment, no matter where it sits and waits.



2. Weaknesses:

The Need is the greatest weakness and perhaps rarely mentioned as such in other books for it is inherently implied as a weakness,  but it must be noted that of all the many weaknesses studied and made note of every other weakness can be avoided with planning and due precaution, The Need cannot.  Beyond that it is of course true that there are few other physical requirements. this is often interpreted as a large part of the condition's strength or power.  The condition also bears many unusual physical weaknesses which, having been noted so often in other sources detailing true vampirism, are presumed known.  What is rarely discussed however, is the psychological weaknesses which, though seemingly insignificant compared to such forces as solar or divine energies, do exist and would appear to have impact.  That the condition renders a subject devoid of emotion is quite false and worthy of greater note because emotion is weakness, perhaps the greatest and most exploitable of all in any creature possessing of emotion and sentience.



The Great Emotions:

The Great Emotions as detailed here are considered, Hatred, Fear, Pain and Love.

  The multitude of Lesser Emotions such as jealousy, desire, envy, greed and so on have many similarities to such emotions as exhibited in those not afflicted by condition.  As such, what will be referred to as the Greater Emotions will only be discussed, as most of the Lesser Emotions evolve into the greater or are overwhelmed by the Greater Emotions.


 Hatred:  Other Lesser Emotions will evolve into Hatred if left in a state of dissatisfaction, whatever the inspiration or cause of Hate the result is the same.  Similarly it is not uncommon for the satisfaction of other emotions thus suddenly removed to give rise to a Hatred accompanied by other emotions such as jealousy, anger, greed or envy.   This is no doubt a common reaction to any creature capable of complex emotion and sentience.

The reading a particular tome bound in human flesh and wriggling with maggots was not without price, for great was the amount of Hatred inscribed upon what could be called 'pages' only in the most generous and general of senses. Never before had this emotion been detailed and described in a truer sense.  An eternal separation from what was desired, yet not needed by its author which grew into an overwhelming drive to destroy all life, in any form.  The insight gained from such reading is not to be taken lightly and its effect upon the reader long lasting and profound.  Should one ever encounter a similar tome, my advice is to burn it and never once peer between it's rotted folds.

It is not necessary to read such magotty tomes to understand that the weakness of sheer Hatred lies in the blind ambition of destruction to the degree that self preservation becomes less a concern than the destruction of other things.


Fear:  The air of arrogance often surrounding those afflicted with the condition, which granted does impart enough power that the result is more than a little intoxicating, can belie the fact that Fear is present and exists near constantly and just below the surface.  The Fears may vary, perhaps even seem irrational and some may be so well hidden as to seem nonexistent but Fear most assuredly is not something the condition grants immunity to in its truest sense.  Fear as an emotion can result in paranoia to the level of utter stagnation or aberrant behaviors which, though intended to placate those Fears, actually exacerbates them.

The less subtle effects of Fear are widely known and documented in such reactions as fight or flight.  Arrogance is no doubt a subconscious effort to negate the effects of Fear and can be quite effective in this capacity, however, too much arrogance will lead to the denial that Fear or weakness exists at all.  Arrogance + Power = Hubris

Pain:  With the seeming power granted of a condition which allows the recipient to shrug off many physical pains or discomforts comes a heightened sensitivity to emotional Pain and to what physical pain is caused.  It is a misconception that there is no pain felt by those with condition, though of course beyond the obvious physical sensations of pain it is harder to document and relate those less tangible ones which reside purely in the mind.  To assume that preternatural regeneration is not accompanied by pain is as ludicrous a concept to purport as the more lengthly processes of physical healing by natural processes are painless.  That any healing must be accompanied by Pain in some form is a far more complex supposition than could be amended to this work.


Love:  It had been my previous assumption that Love was indeed, one emotion the condition rendered immunity to. That what might appear as such sentiment was better explained as lust, desire, jealousy or a myriad of other emotions which though appearing similar to Love, lacked a depth beyond selfish need which by requirement defines true love.  I have now been forced to consider that such an assumption was in error.  Of all the Great Emotions, Love as being the only one which is not purely self centered makes it the greatest emotional weakness of all for it is less in the control of who experiences it than any other emotion.  That  it is the 'purest' or most rarified emotion of all only opens it up to the worst levels of corruption and undoing.



Continued observations will no doubt amend or refute such conclusions.  That little has been written about the more subtle aspects of the condition such as its emotional aspects, is perhaps an unwillingness of most to engage in the level of study that requires meeting personal fears halfway or worse.  If every unknown was met, not with Fear (and a subsequent need to destroy that which is not understood), but due caution balanced with a willingness to pay the higher price for true knowledge even more might be known today.    Be not deluded however that a higher price is anything less than your life, soul and sanity.

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Unspoken Languages:  The Language of the Fan


Language, is most oft considered verbal in form, that primary means of becoming understood through words with agreed upon meanings.  Consider the very power of simple spoken words, when agreed upon, that all it takes to put the image of an apple into another's mind is to speak that word 'apple' and lo, it has wormed its way into another's mind unbidden.

Yet beyond such obvious meanings lies a multitude of subtleties when words are strung together in speech.  The unspoken implications of such mundane a statement as one's hair 'looks pleasing' is no doubt something to which many have had direct experience.

When one spends time among a people without understanding their spoken language such nuances become more prevalent, for what else is there to observe but the inflection, body language and tone of an incomprehensible speech.  Thus it became slowly revealed through many untold weeks and hours of observation spent in Port-á-Lucine another language, a language of the fan.

Gliding among immaculately tended parks like exquisite birds, twittering in delight with eyes alight from the glow of precious gems in shop windows or animatedly discussing, what I presume from expression and proximity to the current exhibit; was 'what passes for art and culture in Barovia', are the ladies of Port-á-Lucine.  No doubt to all, they command more than the casual glance, by intelligent design and sophistication they demand attention.  They were given not only attention, but obserdevotional study and slowly a pattern emerged from the seemingly unconnected gestures and movements of that ever present accessory to every woman of high breeding, the fan.


What follows is no doubt the merest glimpse of gestures employed using what many would relegate to accessory of fashion.  Yet in Port-á-Lucine such an ubiquitous item has been elevated by delicate hands and transformed into a means of subtle communication.  These gestures were repeatedly observed, inferred meanings verified by further study and correlation.  Even so, what follows is hardly a source to be used as an accurate means of 'translation' for the time spent in Port-á-Lucine was unfortunately far too short to throughly verify all supposed meanings.  It is suspected, for example, that even the type of fan used has its own meaning which would augment the context of every gesture given.



Language of the fan:

basic gestures observed and their presumed meanings



1. Fan is placed near the heart:  "You have won my love."

2.  A closed Fan Which Touches the Right eye: "When may I be allowed to see you?"

3.  The Number of Sticks Visible on the Fan When Answering a Question: "At what hour?"

4.  Animated, Threatening Movements Made with the Fan Closed: "Do not be so imprudent"

5. A Half-Opened Fan, Pressed to the Lips:  "You may kiss me."

6.  Hands Clasped Together Holding an Open Fan:  "Forgive me."

7.  Covering the Left Ear with an Open Fan:  "Do not betray our secret."

8. Hiding the Eyes Behind a Fully Open Fan:  "I love you."

9. Hiding the Eyes Between a Half-Opened Fan:  "I want you."

10. Shutting a Fully Opened Fan Slowly: "I promise to marry you."

11. Shutting a Half-Opened Fan Slowly:  "The engagement, is off."

12. Drawing a Closed Fan Across the Eyes:  "I am not sorry."

13. Drawing an Open Fan Across the Eyes:  "I am sorry."

14. Touching the Left Index Finger to the Tip of the Fan: "I wish to speak with you."

15. Letting the Fan Rest Against the Right Cheek While Fully Closed:  "Yes."

16.  Letting the Fan Rest Against the Left Cheek While Fully Closed: "No."

17. Opening and Closing the Fan Several Times Quickly: "You are cruel"

18. Dropping the Fan at Her Own Feet:  "We will be friends."

19. Fanning Slowly:  "I am married."

20. Fanning Quickly:  "I am engaged, I am engaged."

21.  Putting the Open Fan Handle to the Lips:  "Kiss me."

22. Opening the Fan Wide:   "Wait for me."

23. Placing the Fully Open Fan Behind the Head:  "Do not forget me"

24. Placing the Fully Open Fan Behind the Head, With the Right Index Finger Extended: "Goodbye."

25.  Fan Held in Left Hand in Front of Face:  "Follow me."

26. Placing Fan in Right Hand in Front of Face: "I am desirous of your acquaintance."

27. Fan Held Over Left Ear: "I wish to get rid of you."

28. Drawing the Closed Fan Across the Forehead: "You have changed."

29.  Twirling the Fan in the Left Hand: "We are being watched."

30. Twirling the Fan in the Right Hand:  "I love another."

31: Carrying the Fully Open Fan in the Right Hand: "You are too willing."

32. Carrying the Fully Open Fan in the Left Hand: "Come and talk to me."

33.  Drawing the Fully Shut Fan Through the Right Hand: "I hate you!"

34.  Drawing a Half-Open Fan Across the Cheek: "I love you!"

35. Presenting the Fan Shut, Handle First:  "Do you love me?"





That these gestures and meanings may all appear to revolve around courtship, matters of the heart or the arrangement of clandestine opportunities to speak more plainly of love, is no doubt fitting to an item used by feminine hands.  To regard such conversations through gestures as harmless or inane is mistaken.  Particularly when taking into account a gesture observed infrequently enough to have no exact conclusion, but for which the presumed meaning is so macabre that I hesitate to leap to any conclusions.  Even so, on more than one occasion has the gesture been observed, the following only an example;

Along the waterfront of Marchand near the Quartier Public an obviously amorous couple wandered, deep in hushed conversational tones occasionally punctuated by kisses.  The Lady bore an elegantly carved ivory fan, trimmed in black lace, that clacked softly as she gestured with it such sentiments as;  "Do not betray our secret", '"I am married" and "You are cruel" was the response to his increasingly agitated words of which I knew not the slightest meaning.  They continued, his voice rising, hers becoming strident in tone while the fan danced saying; "You have changed.", "I wish to get rid of you" then "No, no" and yet again "No." as the fan rested with finality against her left cheek next to narrowed eyes.  It was then, the faintest shadow of a thin, surreptitious smirk crossed her full lips as she moved the fan to twirl it in her left hand casually "We are being watched."  His eyes widened at this, one hand quickly reaching inside his pale yellow jacket as he gazed towards the warehouses and shopfronts, fumbling for some kind of pistol.  He had not seen them, I doubt she had either, for well concealed indeed amongst the shadows was another couple, one which had watched them with patient eyes following that fluttering fan, much as I had done, though for other reasonings.  Yet she knew they were there, those lurking water rats, one huge and hulking, the other thin and taunt as they watched her, her fan, as she continued to smile cooly towards her gentleman companion, untroubled by the concern of being watched. The fan slowly opened to say "Goodbye" as it settled behind her head a moment then snapped quickly shut as she fluidly whipped it about, pointed it to his heart then threw it at his feet.

That he knew the profound meaning of such a gesture, or series of them, I do not wonder at, his shock and fear were ever increasingly apparent as he moved the pistol where his gaze roamed, past her form, peering into the deep, black tangle of shadowed buildings.  They were however, far closer, and to his right, near a boat shed and the shot he managed to fire before he was pushed back into the water by knives, went wide and struck a sign with a great cracking noise and shudder of splinters.

She made a very fine show of screaming, turning away from such brutality and right into the arms of a rather handsome Gendarmme who hurried towards the cries of her distress lantern bobbing in the night.   It was with an impressive swiftness and grace in execution that he managed to flash her a brilliant smile before shooting one fleeing thug in the back and half making chase, but he paused, no doubt realizing that a Lady in such a state of emotional turmoil should not be left unattended.  What hero doesn't deserve a kiss for such bravery, and such a handsome one as this.  Her gratitude as he guided her gently back towards the soft lights and safety of Quartier Publique was apparent in any language while the fan dipped and danced before her eyes, then settled to rest briefly over her left ear saying, "I love you. Do not betray our secret."


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« Reply #22 on: June 27, 2009, 02:09:26 PM »
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------For Nara'ia, to the music of Hallelujah-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------





Well I know there is an inner light
Unveiled, will pierce the very night
But the price is high, it cost whoever knew ya
When it comes to this
I'd be remiss to mention there's no sacred bliss
Just pressing on till dawn and Hallelujah


Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah...

Well the Baleful Eye is yours to keep
Come morning I'll be losing sleep
Over faith and fate and who knows really, do ya?
But the truth is neither here nor there
I comes unbidden to you where
ever rings a chorus of hallelujah

Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah...


And heroes there have been before
their names you'll keep forever more
each one left a mark that goes right through ya
You kept those fires on the hill
and in your heart you stoke them still
A flickering and feeble hallelujah

Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah...

Is there time enough to really know
What's going on so deep below
When secrets fade before they're revealed to ya
But don't forget it's never clear
exactly why we're ever here
but every breath you draw sings hallelujah

Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah

Hallelujah...


Well maybe there's a thing as fate
Doomed to love all that you hate
and all you love just went and slipped right through ya
It's not the will that keeps you strong
It's not the sense that you belong
It's a bold and it's a timeless hallelujah

Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelu...
Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelu...
Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah

Hallellllluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuujjjaahhhh...Hallelllluuuuuujjaaaaaaaaaahhhh
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« Reply #23 on: July 03, 2009, 12:44:00 AM »
[Written in a thin, spidery hand]


That poems professing love
often mention gods
must show that as above
so below goes on.
The lord in the lover lies
now belief and faith are known
the divine in the mortal is recognized
and the way to true heaven is shown.




[ooc musical interlude]


[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oK2vhbI-wfY&feature=player_embedded[/youtube]
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Re: Oddments and such
« Reply #24 on: July 29, 2009, 04:37:40 AM »
[Ooc- a picture of Jinx, thanks to you know who you are!]




« Last Edit: June 15, 2012, 11:22:36 PM by Vespertilio »


I could just run into the room and punch you in the balls; sure, that's scary. That's entertainment. But it isn't horror...