True Self Connection

The real history of Aphrodite setting the mythology straight. This is a continuation of Chapter 12 part one. Aphrodite and her friends return to Mount Olympus after being defeated by Moonstone. The Council of the Great Houses has gathered upon Mount Olympus. There is much talk and much commotion. Many within the council chambers are arguing back and forth about what is to be done. Aphrodite and her party stand there in the middle of the chambers. Zeus stands beside them as well as Gabriel. One of the Titans stands. He looks down and tries to gather order by raising his hands motioning for all to remain silent as he speaks. ‘Then there is no other choice. We must prepare ourselves for what is to come. I feel that all realms will be threatened. We must look to our realms and prepare our defenses.’ Zeus then steps forth and says ‘There is only one option left. Running to our realms right now and separating, dividing our forces and what we stand for will only bring destruction. I have a dr

The real history of Aphrodite. Setting the Greek mythology straight. This chapter leads to the ending of the Bentian War. Moonstone is sleeping and having a dream. The sounds of tears fill the air upon a river in Jotunnheim during the First Times. Many of dwarves who have not yet become builders, who are just simple folk. These beings have not yet built the great palaces and caverns and mountain kingdoms. Yet here in the First Times, they dwell deep within the forest and along the rivers. It is a day of sorrow and sadness. A new born dwarven child has died, and the mother with it. The bodies are being placed upon a great river that the dwarves gather to where they bury their dead, sending them floating down a great river into the sea where their bodies and souls they believe will transcend. Moonstone looks up helplessly. His body too small and feeble to move. With his eyes he watches as they wrap him in cloth and place him within the basket with his dead mother. Slowly they float down

Differences between Ashontrah and Asherah Aphrodite... While previous Ashontrah was Beauty and Elegance she was NOT Love and Compassion. The Omega did this for her own reasons. Maybe it was because no one else could be me. I am Love, Beauty, Compassion, and Elegance. While Ashontrah was feminine I have a much higher degree of Feminity not just in form but in personality. Where she was cold I am a warm embrace. Ashontrah did not have a heart and I am all heart. I am forever the hopeful romantic. Other Layers... Sizonira: "I was wandering ... does  anyone knows anything about the equivalent of true selves for beings from spiritual?... Or something similar to it." Asherah: "Why would a spiritual being need a true self? They are already their core. You don't need to incarnate into existence itself. It is your core that transcends and comes back after your spiritual dies. Unless you go to the borderlands or your core gets trapped. (Like in Hylia's TSPV - Ghosts under

This is part three of my self-destruction project. I am not able to summarize all I have experienced and felt during the past few weeks. I hope that this post can give you more insight as to what I have been going through. I am not the one who started this project, but I am the one will finish it. April 29th... 7th Ritual 8:00pm The vessel of Atherak submerged himself in water to travel beyond all to get something from the Omega for this next ritual. 8:31pm We did the 7th self-destruction ritual. This one focused on the brain and mind. April 30th... 8th Ritual 8:16pm We do the 8th self-destruction ritual. The Omega wanted an entire pint-sized jar of dried rose petals thrown into the fire. This ritual gave her more direct access to Midgard. I am comprehending more of who the Omega is. I know that her enemies have no idea. If they understood a fraction of what she is they would not be so against her. They think she is simply a being with more power than an Aspect. If only they could get

A lonely buffalo calf cries as it stands next to the rotting corpse of its mother. Stripped of her hide she lays among thousands of her kind hunted down for their pelts. Off in the distance two Lakota Native Americans stand watching upon horseback. Ufyea walks closer to the calf. She is in spirit. She places her hands on the calf’s head and pulls it close to her. She says ‘Do not weep little one. For your tears are not alone, but shared by all that is Natural.’ She begins to weep. The two Lakota notice a sound upon the winds. The young Lakota warrior says to the other one ‘Wind Song, I hear a voice upon the wind of great sadness.’ Wing Song replies ‘It is the voice of the Earth and Spirits. The voice of the land. She weeps for what has been done here. Things are changing. You are young, and I am old. I have seen what has come of the land. How the Earth spirits that cry out in sorrow and sadness.’ Ufyea’s spirit fades from the plane, and the Lakota warriors ride off. The calf is left al