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  • #1989

    In reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud

    ÉricÉric
    Keymaster

      HE managed NOT TO GET lost WITH THE spiders downstream,
      HIS exploration sense WAS NOW yellow, AND THAT opened SOME NEW thinking AND ideaS,
      HIS hands COULD easily CHANGE THE maleDICTION THAT HE’D seen,
      AND IT seemed A close light WOULD bounce FORTH
      ANNOUNCING SOMETHING fine AND soon great TO COME.

      #584

      Malika jotted down some notes on the chat window, depicting the images as they whizzed into her mind like the pages of a multicoloured flip-book

      “As she swam swiftly to regain the spot of her observation, she skimmed almost to the surface, and as she did, she saw lights. She surfaced and heard sounds that resembled the music that she and her sisters played.
      They held in their hands objects that projected sounds…

      :fleuron:

      As she swam swiftly to regain the spot of her observation, she skimmed almost to the surface, and as she did, she saw lights. She surfaced and heard sounds that resembled the music that she and her sisters played.
      They held in their hands objects that projected sounds, and their echoes in the waters were projecting harmonious symphonies that were carried miles across the waters.

      How odd that the sounds where so similar to the ones she had always known. But they were different, rasher, suffused of a violent nature which was so alien to the world she was coming from. It all was perplexing, and almost deafening to her. Her eyes getting slowly accustomed to the light could not yet perceive that there was no longer the life she’d felt on the strange floating body, but she knew it assuredly even without seeing it.

      She plunged back into the waters, to reattain the gliding peace and softness that she had been missing so much already, even though she had been out of it for barely a few moments.

      Where was the life she had felt… Gone in the strange world of the surface? She knew so little of that world, that she imagined that all their creatures could swim as easily in the airs as she could do in the waters. Was there a bottom to their environment?
      All of these questions were erupting and expanding in her mind, when a sudden feeling got her forthwith.

      She could feel him. Sinking slowly… and she could feel his pain inside, something else that was alien to her… He was so fascinating…
      She swam fleetly to where he was.
      She turned in small rounds around him, following closely his descent, not daring to touch him.
      So alien, yet so beautiful.

      She could communicate with him, as he was in something close to a deep slumber, and allowing for that exchange to happen. It was a breach of the rules, she knew.
      She had been told not to interfere with things from the surface, yet she was interfering already, and she’d always been doing it in a sense… At what point did that breach leapt from her imagination to reality? She couldn’t say…

      The light was casting a yellow radiance in the blue waters. A feeling of warmth and comfort surrounding them.
      He was telling her he was dying, yet he was comfortable. Time meant nothing…
      She conveyed to him that she could help him, bring him back to his floating station, where he could spring back into his world… She wanted to share so many things with him…

      #581

      Aglaë had been reluctantly coming back to the games of her sisters, when Thalÿs, the eldest had come back from her trip.
      She’d had trouble with one of her dolphins who had fallen ill, and had been seeking advice from one of the healers in another distant underwater city.

      Eufrosÿn, her other sister was listening to her account, and was amazed at the similarities between her sister’s depiction and her own recent dream imageries. But Aglaë, who was usually very fond of such bizarre coincidences, barely did more than a few silent nods.

      Her mind was halfway here, and halfway there, with the mysterious life she had felt on the surface…
      She wanted to come back, and a sudden impulse made her leave her sisters without an explanation and rush to her spot of observation.

      #578

      Aglaë had been looking at the odd shape floating over the surface, mistaking it at first for the strange dead body of a creature of the lands.
      But it was not, she could feel life on it, ever so light.

      She knew the rules of her kind, and she shouldn’t be seen… She had been venturing already too close from the tabooed surface, her sisters would have told her.

      But curiosity was great… irrepressible…

      #1418
      TracyTracy
      Participant

        Suddenly the Alienor thing is making a tad more sense…not alot…but a tad ;))

        #575
        ÉricÉric
        Keymaster

          Georges and Salome’s journal

          From Salome’s account of their first journey to the Alienor star system

          The Jorid has spotted what will be the destination for our first joined adventure.
          It’s a dimension which seems unexplored yet, and rather fascinating. Georges, as he is, would already have jumped right in, but I preferred to get a little more background information before moving into it. It’s still a little awkward to move into these realms where the laws of physics as we’ve known them are different, sometimes dramatically so. These would not be too much of a difficulty as the adaptation of the physical body usually goes quite fast, as Georges has shown me when we trained in more familiar dimensions, but the most delicate part is when we barely know the relationships at play.
          Georges will laugh because he’s more confident that everything is perfect, but somehow, I tend to believe that things can be a little more perfect when we know how to avoid making faux-pas.
          So we’ve spent a few days gathering some basic informations on this dimension we call Alienor. The most part of the activity seems to revolve around a cluster of planetoids. At this moment, it’s forming a system of three planets revolving on the same orbit around their sun. We call them Duane, Murtuane, and Phrëal.
          They seem to form a complex web of relationships, and cover such a wide range of aspects that we have decided on a mutual agreement to split our exploration to cover more ground for a beginning.
          Georges is exploring the Duane, and I took the Murtuane, both planetoids seeming to come from the same core of matter, in a manner of speaking. The feeling around the Phrëal is more ambivalent, as though it is undergoing some deep change, not unlike to the Shift that will be (or has been) occurring on our Earth. So, we’ve decided not to interfere with it right now. It may take a dozen of years (as we understand them) for them to undergo that process, but it’s not like we care of time issues in any case.

          Here are my first observations concerning the Murtuane. Obviously, it ties into the Duane, but I am not completely aware of all of these ties yet.
          The first connection I had to the Murtuane was with some ancient beings living here. I saw myself riding one of these sentient beings, gliding through the sky in a mountainous land. The colours are vivid, even if the atmosphere seems very light, and filtering the sun’s ray in a spectrum slightly more indigo than our sky on Earth. These beings, whose name I can’t yet translate accurately (it’s something close to Nirgual) are powerful winged focuses of essence, though I suspect this to be a mere convenient form that they use. They somewhat remind me of the Rokhs (or Rocs) that the sultan’s wifes were telling us about in their legends. Apparently, they are respected, perhaps feared by the people inhabiting the lands, though I can feel they are for the most part benevolent.
          These people, those that I could spot, seem to have a slightly green skin, but overall humanoid form (within my translation of them).

          I will probably have more to connections once we gather our impressions with Georges.

          #574
          AvatarJib
          Participant

            Despite his gloomy mood, Yann was quite aware that the idea of Yurick was paralleling his own desire to make his dreams public… It’d been several days now that he was thinking more and more to write them on his different web supports… but he hadn’t really created the time or the inspiration to do so.

            Yann was feeling a bit forced since a few days… he couldn’t say or pinpoint the “origin”, though you could say HE was the origin, he wasn’t ready to accept this answer yet :)) he wanted to enjoy his victim feeling for a few days… Still it wasn’t very satisfying.

            Yann sighed.

            Well, all his life he really had understood others couldn’t give him the answers or tell him what to do, and still he had wanted to mimic them in their quests for a solution, their quest for happiness… he really realized that it wasn’t a natural movement to him. It had seemed at times that he could be aware of his desires, his direction… though today every action seemed like an effort, something you have to struggle for… well once again he got his own answer… he was struggling. It was already more flexible and smoother… his energy was feeling lighter, and he could se the other obstacles against which he was struggling.

            He sighed again, but it was more a release and a relaxation now.

            Well he had some dreams to note down.

            #572

            The meowing of the angora Zhulie had woken up Yurick.
            The past few nights, he had not heard her at all, but tonight, she seemed to request specifically his presence.
            Last evening during the dinner, it had cracked him up because the cat was acting funny when it had smelled the cooked bamboo shoots of the sautéed vegetables he had for dinner. Perhaps a recognition of the Pekingese that he had once seen her to be, in shared focus in Imperial China.

            Well, obviously Zhulie was no ordinary feline. Her character reminded Yurick of a blend of himself, Yann, Finn and his own mother. So that each time he was playing with her, he instantly had them in mind, in various orders of appearance, or strengths.

            In any case, when he came back to his bed, Yurick was annoyed at first, to have been drawn out of his comfortable dreams, but he managed somewhat to get back to a state of relaxation, in between dreams and reality —which was obviously a mere way of saying things, as dreams are reality.

            Speaking of dreams, his mind was wandering around the news that his mother had told him, about a distant cousin having published a book revolving around dreams and fantasies.

            And then, within the dream, in the dream, in the dream,… an idea formed into his mind with the clarity of an evidence.
            He could see it happening… Not only one book, but… oh, he couldn’t wait to tell his friends!

            #1868
            TracyTracy
            Participant

              ‘The time has come,’ the Walrus said,
              ‘To talk of many things:
              Of shoes — and ships — and sealing wax —
              Of cabbages — and kings —
              And why the sea is boiling hot —
              And whether pigs have wings.’

              :yahoo_whistling:

              #2096
              TracyTracy
              Participant

                Obviously, nobody sees this as tenuous! AHAH! :yahoo_thinking:

                #571
                TracyTracy
                Participant

                  The Sharple girls were arguing again. Shelly Sharples, two years older than Sherry, was inclined to be a bossy girl. They were playing ‘Let’s Pretend’, an old fashioned childrens game that was making a come-back. Feathered hats and musty velvet cloaks were strewn across the floor; silver lame ballet tutus, and voluminous flamenco dresses. Shelly found the disco dress first, and insisted that Sherry dress up as a man, and dance in front of the webcam. Sherry wasn’t pleased.

                  #1981

                  In reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud

                  TracyTracy
                  Participant

                    ANOTHER synch! IT WAS clear THAT THE sisters, AND THE sheriff apparently, PRAYED TO god yurick. GOD focuses ARE real, SO keep AN eye ON THE three WISE MEN.

                    SyncS, WHAT A laugh. THE WIDE ones quiet boy, A STRAPPING male, READ random SNIPPETS behind THE DOOR. THE COOK WAS making eggs BENEDICT, caught IN FLAGRANTE DELICTO, despite THE LOCKED room.

                    THE voice SAID “Try TREATING ‘EM mean”. Let ted COME easily TO THE change! GOOD morning baby, I JUST happened TO FIND THE truth WRITTEN ON MY hand.

                    WE’RE dancing THIS beautiful song, SO perfect AN experience!

                    WE sighed, laughing.

                    #1980

                    In reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud

                    TracyTracy
                    Participant

                      THE WIDE ones caught maevel AS SHE WAS beginning A game. HER sisters, A boy, HER self AND HER mummy WERE GOING ON A trip. THE bag LADY heard, BUT DIDN’T understand. Night ON THE island CAME, AND sam, quintin, AND quickly yann AND THE BAG lady, moments within OPEINING THE door, A human real focus sort, WHO loved tomkin, WALKED IN.

                      NO higher EVENT HAD happened; perhaps IT looked LIKE action, beautiful TO himself, able TO SEE sanso’S mother, rather blond WITH dark ROOTS. AH, words ARE wanted, FOR AN ass SO true TO BEcome aware SO easily. I needed TO read love INTO whatever YOU MAY BE thinking, AS I GO wandering IN THE lemonS, THINKING OUTSIDE THE box.

                      Warm SUN, LET’S sleep; let’S meEt AND watch important water IMAGERY. Nothing IS lost, IT’S calling US.

                      Cool session! :yahoo_eyelashes:

                      IT’S A fine LINE BETWEEN already focused dragons THIS year. IT’S ALL happening NOW; I wonder IF finding tracy created UNtold CLUES.:cluebox: :yahoo_doh:

                      WE knew THE great blue GUY WAS getting mean, changing OUR cave SO often AND SO weird .

                      NOTHING IS EVER forgotten :yahoo_skull:

                      #1978

                      In reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud

                      AvatarJib
                      Participant

                        :yahoo_thinking: I think the noise is really related to the story ;))
                        this scrying is quite clear to me.

                        book understand sam %{color:red}tomkin%* friends tell longer heard happening action already smiled calling joe asked must self experience images given love

                        #1977

                        In reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud

                        TracyTracy
                        Participant

                          Thought became hands:
                          Beginning sleep synch;
                          Surprise Truth ~
                          Speaking Times

                          #565
                          TracyTracy
                          Participant

                            It had been a long trip home, and Dory was glad the journey was over. She sat on the patio in the warm winter sunshine, surrounded by affectionate wet doggy noses who prodded her arm, making her slop her fresh squeezed orange juice. The birds twittered and screeched in the lemon and olive trees. She closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure. Home!

                            The screeching turned into a long drawn out yowl, and it was a moment or two before Dory realized that monkey Charlie had rounded up a gang of his canine buddies for another cat mauling expedition down at the bottom of the garden. Dory leapt to her feet and ran down the cobbled path, shrieking at the dogs to stop. She rescued the limp and traumatized, but thankfully unhurt cat, and wondered again what she was reflecting to herself every time her dogs ganged up on one of her cats.

                            Shaking slightly, she sat down again in the patio chair, cradling the wide eyed cat, her fur standing in sticky peaks of dog saliva. Dory had stroked the fur smooth, and relaxed. Home! It was great to be home.

                            #1976

                            In reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud

                            F LoveF Love
                            Participant

                              Worry … dark, floating
                              often deep.
                              Moon seems noticed
                              calling Armelle
                              apparently loved, understood
                              slowly wandering, beautiful … follow.
                              Wanted change!
                              Quiet, opened, wondering.
                              Happening became important,
                              easily smiled, dancing, random
                              Looking. Seeing.

                              :fleuron:

                              Book started change, needed funny truth

                              #1593

                              In reply to: Synchronicity

                              TracyTracy
                              Participant

                                lol, is that what Eric meant about wrapping his scarf round his neck 3 times? :yahoo_thinking:

                                #1974

                                In reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud

                                ÉricÉric
                                Keymaster

                                  WOW… lots of interesting ones in that cloud here:

                                  — Once under thinking, session clear words God/Human waiting speaking word, language beginning feeling looked. Key herself aware […]
                                  — Gaughran home looking funny random energies
                                  — Tracy floating, magic color seemed trip
                                  — Points side mountains, process great
                                  — Bugger difficult! Nice interesting moment link :bounce: creating action
                                  — Trust help face aspects seems play
                                  — Structures changing… Dancing green heart Finn
                                  Badul getting synch princess
                                  Twilight book important
                                  Elikozoe stories singing magical times. Able feel sort understand images mind, read Armelle. Voice started moments sync call Maevel

                                  #551

                                  So tell me, Sanso said Arona, thinking she was alone, and somewhat startled to find herself lurking with Sanso in the shadows. Where have you been all this time?

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