Govor srca i duse - razgovor sa Markom

Who commands the path we go...

Who writes our story, our past, who writes the day called tomorrow, but tomorrow will never come, because when tomorrow comes, it is today...
So... Who has written the book of future? We choose. Will it be us? Or another force? Seeking spirits await those who don't believe that they live their life, and than, their fear becomes true...

No one should let them self under the command of wretched seekers... Their will is deadly to a mortal mind, in a mortal body, but a soul is immortal, the mind, the memory, isn't. Death will come with madness to those who wish to hear the dreams of the void... Future will never come, there is only us, now, not tomorrow, not yesterday, never again. This moment is sealed. Those who are bound to the past, are doomed to stay in the mortal dimension forever, and there will be no hope for them, because they've been crushed with time, and feelings...

But that's a part of us, our existence, we are here, we are now, there will be no tomorrow, like there is no end, and that's the reason why immortality is, and will exist, as the mightiest curse, created by the great beast, in the world hidden in the nether.

Where is the adventure in traveling trough a known world, isn't there a place on this planet, that man kind doesn't "posses".

They think that they can earn land... They think that they can buy a territory that they've never seen before... Not very clever thinking...

But there is a different world, there are a lot... Who knows how to travel away from a dying planet, with a living human scourge spreading chaos, and greed. They will all drown in there own hatred...

Even if it is possible to open the road to a different world, it is a dark time, the middle world won't let anyone pass without infecting him with it's curse. No one travels now to other worlds, only one, just one still walks that road, seeking knowledge...

Others like him are defending their home from the corrupted force, but sometimes attack is a better way to execute the enemy. For now, the great madness is marching trough the gates, and attacking with full strength, and waiting, until the wounded worlds... die...

What a pity..... A pity indeed.... But why don't those pitiful creatures strike back? Fear is such a powerful weapon... But a brave soul is immune to such forces, the only way to defeat them is not to fight them with a sword, or spell... no... The answer is so simple... Why is the great power in the nether core attacking... trying to prove it's existence... we must not fight it... we just have to... forget it.

We stop existing if we are forgotten in all ways. If we can defeat the fear, and turn our backs to the bestial force, it's power will die, and so it will be forced to return to it's world, and regenerate, because the gods can't forget, what the betrayer has done... the scar will remain, and so will the beast...

If someone could travel trough time, he would change it dangerously...

Even if the one wouldn't touch anything, even if he would be like a shadow, he would see, hear, and feel. And that is enough to change him, in his time, or if he shares that knowledge, it would end in a fatal error in time.

Mortals would want more of future and past, forgetting their path... but not only that time would become useless, but corruption would use it to rise the fallen, their master, who would unite us all in one nether.

Darkness would fall, madness would reveal us the path to power. We would become a tool, just a weapon in a puppet master's game. Freedom is something that belongs to all, but can only belong to one. Losing time would mean losing freedom, and with it, our will for life would die, and a new goal would rise from it's ashes...

We are connected to the deep scar of immortality. If we join it's existence, we would suffer the curse of immortality... Curse....

We want knowledge, but, what happens when we learn all?.... We would want to continue, but we couldn't. It's a trap...

All that could happen to us is open, trough time, if time is useless, we are too.
We are warriors of life, but we fight for ourselves, because if we lose, we can't fight for others.

Once upon a time, there were two shades walking along the river of life. Madness and Infinity.

Why were they going together trough a roud of ghostly existence. Both were looking for something, both were seeking souls to posses, so they can travel into the world of the living. But their will was too powerfull for a normal soul....

They were seeking the dead, to review and command. Madness has choosen a fallen void's minion, Infinity has found a strange traveler, a living soul, walking it's path, to the unknown. Infinity has choosen him.

The void creature started to create a existing form, but the madness within it, was too much for a executed mind. The minion ripped itself, and it's soul was burned in hatred and the will of chaos..

The stranger absorbed infinity... and trapped it... and using it's powers, he learned the curse of immortality. He was more than a traveler, he was a spirit filled with the infinite hunger for knowledge, and Infinity was already a part of him. The prey became the hunter, and infinity was enslaved in him...

Madness didn't fail, it became formed in blood, becoming a creature of the deep myst, but infinity was no longer infinite... it became a part of a new great force... it became, just a tool... crying in the laughter of it's dungeon, it died, becoming... a part of the mighty seeker.

Trough the dusty darkness beyond the light, a shade seeks the suffer in it's heart.

Dreams have been it's guide, and the piercing voice of it's ripped soul have taken it far away from life, under the surface of light. But now his eyes see another door to escape trough, with the warm light of a new beggining.... It must be the way to his release....

But there is no way out of the deep prison that is hidden in the endless beyond of the masters dreams... Another soul has entered the light of corruption, becoming just one...of an eternal army..

How foolish life can be, believing that the gods will open the realm of heaven to it... no one ever entered the realm of gods... The master has shattered the gate, and spoiled the hearts of heroes...

We must now fight for life, against the light of corruption and the dream of madness within the forggoten god...

There is no escape, it's time to fight, or get lost in the illusion we live....

Instincts are a part of us, and our bloodline,

They are able to improve, but they can't be forgotten... they are always active, and they always learn... Most instincts are fear, different aspects of fear.... even if we are now cowards who live in a shield against nature, ancient instincts will always remain a part of us, what means that we carry history in our mind and body...

Instincts improve with every peace of experience, what means: we improve as time flows away.... We are followers of the future, of time, but we never think about the moment that is now, a moment, that passes taking a valuable chance to change. If we would always know that every moment that passed and that is passing is taking away our bodies life and a chance for future, we would be lost in the timeless darkness, in the infinite fear of of the present and past... The future would stop existing, and we fear what we feel but what can't be seen with our eyes.

We are imprisoned to this dimension because of our mind that keeps us to our goal, to end live, and collect knowledge before our soul goes to the second grade of life... The living fear the timeless prison of those who betrayed the souls core, and became seekers....

There isn't good and evil... imagine something simple... if one person kills another, we believe that that person is evil. He isn't good either, in fact no one is. Here is a simple question to those who judge that person "Evil":

Why is he evil?
A simple answer is: he killed a man....

Why is that evil?
Another possible answer: because it's bad to kill others..(a stupid but easy answer)

Why is that bad?
because that is evil... forbidden.... not good, unfair.........

If we continue with "why" the answers would transform into one: Because it's not "good".

What is evil if we have to explain with good.... What is good than?

If you want to annoy people because of their stupid answers and believes, then just use the magic word that science and rules fear: "WHY"

A clever man once said:

"If you fall from the 12th floor of a building, it wont have any use if you were good or evil. No God or devil will save you.

When death takes our bodies, the spirit must go on.... we live to seek knowledge, immortality is a gift, it's also the greatest curse....The more we live, the more we learn, if we would be immortal we would witness countless changes, and we wouldn't be able to be a part of them... time would make us useless, another path to madness trough immortality is knowledge, it could be too much for our mind; the truth is deadly...

When we learn everything...what then? The curse comes with time... after we have all knowledge we can get, we would want more, and more... but how? Other dimensions are an options, but they are block trough the middle world, a world with knowledge, and corruption. Immortal souls never made it to other worlds, they burned in madness, and their ashes sunk in the knowledge of the betrayers mind.

The only true weakness of humans is... love. It can't be forgotten, it will never leave us, it controls us. If we can't love, then we are no longer a part of the world. Who knows what future brings... salvation, or a war we mortals can't win? Will our race even survive until the final day has come?

I don't believe in the ultimate end, known as the armageddon. What a great name for such a fear. If we really believe in the end, if we can see it... it will come because we have summoned it. Not our destruction, our believes can bring more damage to life than all the scars our war does... Who gives some of us the power to see the images of the end? Is it the one we believe in, or the one that is forgotten?

We sometimes ask ourselves what happens after death...

But we forget the fact that we will all find the answer one day. Death is a path, to a different task of eternity...

Deep in our soul is the path to the next world, the next mission... But when you look into the heart of nature, you can feel the freedom we posses by being in this world, on this earth. Why should we waste time by asking ourselves what goes next, we still have so much to learn, that is the goal of our first part in an never ending story. We begin it, we can end it... Enjoy every breath, look around you...

There is always time to stop for a second, and see the treasures of this world... We can't waste time... some things must be,some things, not everything... Imagine your life as a story, some parts are written, but there is a lot of empty space... You write your life in a book called the mind, and that book is hidden in an library called, the universe.

Look into your mind, there is always a solution, always an answer, you just have to look for it, you must want to know the secret you seek, only then, the answer will come.

If we know what we seek, we will find a way to posses it, what ever it is... It is possible. If you believe, if you can see it happen, than it will happen.

There is a legend that tells about an ancient and unknown place. Filled with wisdom and secrets... In it's deeps are hidden incredible powers. Unexplored is that world, and it's gates are only open to one person. That world is what we call, the mind...

Only the one who created it, is welcome there, in his own kingdom. You are the master, you have to "trade" with other worlds for knowledge, and power. You must defend your world from incoming thieves who wish to steal your power, and burn your knowledge.

We are here, we are now, we are our mind, our body is just a comunication system... We need it to form our language and speak with others, we seek power, and until we have reached our goal, we will come back, again and again, always remembering who we are, and who we were.

There might be a force that creates a part of our future, but we command what happens until that, and we can always change, what is written..

Until our soul is pleased, we will suffer the powers that bind us to ths world, in this phase of life, we have to battle for power, for knowledge, for freedom. All of those things, are power. And we mortals... we seek more...

We are time, we are here, now...

When we want, we can stop ur time, we can change ,,here". Our body reflects the mind, and that doesn't mean that it represents our mind. Words are just used as a tool, they are like the body. We use them to represent our ideas in a more simple way.

Using words that pass trough place, trough "here" and now, means that we ground ourselves to the chains of "here". Never forget that now is more important.

When we use our time, we always waste it, we let it pass. That is the only cost for freedom and wisdom. Other costs are other souls. The cruel rule says that there is that one prize...time....

Emotions are out of the lore, what means that we are fully free, exept the fact that time is running, but our feelings are too powerfull, what gives us a weak spot. The living are able to destroy that part of their soul, so that there are, perfect seekers, but still, they aren't.

If shredding the soul is the price to pay for succes, it's not worthy the sacrifice. We aren'there to live and die forever. We are here to learn, see, hear, and, most of all, love. Yes, love is what we carry on.. love is... what hounts our memmories... We cannot forget love.. it is the most powerfull of all wisdom and pure madness... It is not a weak spot.... Love just is....

We aren't able to control it, it controls us, and when we lose control, that means that another form of mind controls us... It might be the creater, or another power related to him.. who is it that gave us the power of love...

Than... who gave us the power of hatred? Hatred is no power. It gives us p0otential strength, but burns the wisdom, love, and our mind itself... and when nothing is left, the ashes will remain... Is hatred a tool used to balance love? Or is it a part of the world between the worlds? Is it a tool used to mark us with a chance of madness?

What are those feelings... there are more of them... and more... they are coming... who is controling them? Who made them? Are they a mark of the greater forces? when will we know?

patience......
you will be released soon enoutgh..... to find out.... the shocking truth..

misao je kao opna, jer, iza misli stoji glas koji je stvara.... a taj glas predstavlja nas um....

On stvara, a mi ucimo kroz zivot.... um je moc, a moc bez znanja je unistenje....
um nas koristi da bi stigao do svoga cilja, dok je nas cilj da pratimo putanju zivota kroz koju nas um vodi.

U vecim dubinama, daleko iza tog glasa, stoji tama.... jer covijek je slijep za tolike dubine.... u toj tami je znanje, u njoj je misao, ta misao je prica iznad svih drugih..... ona je duboko.... u beskraju nasih emocija i borbi.

Misao je iluzija, predstava, ali misao je mocna, misao zapovijeda, misao je tijelo uma, a um je veza...

Nase zelje nas vode ka cilju, te zelje putuju... ako zatrazimo od uma da nas odvede tamo, daleko u kosmos, otkricemo ga, i pitacemo, izgovoricemo.. a onda cemo se vratiti u iluziju zivota, a odgovor ce doci, a uz njega ce doci pitanja....

Nasi zahtijevi ce biti ostvareni, ako ih budemo stalno trazili, zeljeli, prizivali.. ti su zahtijevi ono sto nam je potrebno na nasem putu.... a zahtijev duboko u sebi nosi pitanje.... dok ih odgovor donosi jos vise.

Nekdje daleku u nepoznatom okeanu, u nepoznatom vremenu, svijetlost koja prolazi kroz putujuce oblake siri svoje krake ka povrsini nemirne vode...

Pocinju da tonu u dubine gubeci svoj sjaj i otkrivajuci tek povrsinu tihog carstva..
Previse je tiho....osijecam da nas posmatraju iz tame.... ugasi lampe, ove noci putujemo u tami...- rekao je kapetan dok su talasi necujno udarali o drvenu strukturu koja je pod krilom magle putovala u nepoznate daljine...

I dalje je svijetlost zvijezda prelivala svoju ruku preko putujuceg giganta, razlivajuci svoje prste u to tiho prostranstvo i dok je svijetlost slabila, magla se kao zmija gmizala po bistroj povrsini vode, dok se njen zadah uzdizao daleku u visine, upijajuci svijetlost i tamu, i pretvarajuci ih u jedan tajanstven svijet.....
Ruka svijetlosti povlacila se od siktecih talasa, bjezeci od obuzimajuceg glasa neprobojnog maglenog zida....

Ostao je samo pogled.... iz velike dubine.... bili su posmatrani, talasi su postajali tisi, dok je napetost i strah u srcima mornara rasla..... a moral.. je nestao... talasi su se povlacili, dok je magla stezala svoj prsten oko tog sitnog predmeta, na beskrajnoj povrsini prastarog okeana.....

Kada je poslednji talas izvrsio svoj udarac, povukao se u dubine ostavljajuci za sobom tisinu.... Nedostajao je zvuk, nista se nije moglo cuti....

Mornari su nepokretno stajali osluskujuci okean.... ali ne primjecujuci nista... nestao je zvuk, nesto nije bilo u redu, nesto je nedostajalo.... voda je postala kao mracni ambis... i dalje je magla stezala svoj obruc....i onda

-Pripremite barut! SVI NA PALUBU!
Ta mracna provalija je pocela naglo da se uzburkava pod pritiskom koji se dizao iz dubine.... vjetar je pojacavao....a ispod sijenke vibrirajuce povrsine vode, pojavila se jos jedna sijenka...... more je pocelo da okrece brod svojim mracnim talasima, dok je magla postajala sve gusca.... i dalje su svi clanovi posade iscekivali, spremni na borbu......

Ispod njih je prosla sijenka..... prosla je sledeca jureci za njom..... onda je naslijedila sledeca, pa jos jedna..... dok sijenke nisu pocele da gmizu preko glava mornara...

Magla je uzimala dah iz usta.... Kroz gusti pokrivac neba vidjela se svijetlost..... tlasi su kao eksplozije izbijali iz vode, dok su sijenke preletale iznad maglenog carstva.... Kapetanov glas ponovo je izdao poslednje glasno naredjenje...... Njegov glas su progutali talasi.... sijenka je presla preko njegove glave, general je pogledao put svijetlosti...... naredjenje...
-Svi pod palubu!!- njegov promukli glas je nestao zajedno sa njim, tacno u tom trenutku kada se sijenka pod maglenim ogrtacem obrusila na njega, i odvela ga u vijecne dubine....

Svi su pogledali nagore.... samo je jedan uspio da ispuni kapetanovo naredjenje..... ostali su vidjeli.....i niko nije progovorio ni rijec..... iz dubine je izbio obris stotinak metara od broda..... njegov pogled je zracio blijedu svijetlost koja je parala maglu.... svijetlost sa neba je obasjala brod, a magla oko njega se povukla.... prosirivsi svoj prsten....
Jos obrisa je izbijalo iz okeana, okrecuci svoj pogled prema brodu....

Sijenke koje su letjele oko broda pocele su da se sakupljaju u jednu veliku tamu..... iznad broda se cuo glas.... nepoznatim jezikom je izgovarao rijeci koje su se odbijale o divljajucu povrsinu vode, nestajuci u magli.... Sijenke su prilazile brodu dok su se obrisi kao planine kretali prema ivici prstena.... njihovi glasovi su se spojili u jedan.... i gospodar tada rece.... ne plasite se.....
tu sam, da bi vam ispunio zelju..... smrtnici.... dajem vam besmrtnost... dajem vam silu okeana..... pruzam vam sansu da postanete dio vaseg zivota... postanite dio nas.... mi smo vrijeme... mi smo mijesto....

Pod svijetloscu jedan covijek tada progovori, gledajuci pravo u izvor svijetlosti.... to je bio samo lebdeci ogrtac u cijim su dubinama bile zatvorene patnja i vijecnost...rece...
-Ko si ti, da vjerujes da mozes da uzmes nasu slobodu?!

Glas je poceo da se smije sve glasnije i glasnije.... dok smijeh nije postao u rezanje obrisa koji su se priblizavali iz magle.... glas je utihnuo, a sa njim je nestajala i svijetlost.... Onda se po poslijednji put talasi uzdigose.... ja sam vasa misao, ja sam vasa strast, ja sam vasa zudnja.... ja sam vasa nada... ja sam sluga....ja donosim poruku svim smrtnicima koji zasluzuju moju ponudu... ja sam samo dio..... magla je obuzela brod, sijenke su ga obuhvatile..... poceo je da tone u beskraj okeana..... ja..... glas je nastavio... sam samo sluga... ja sam misao moga gospodara.... A VI...sjenke su sve dublje vukle brod u beskraj....CE TE POSTATI TAKODJE.... JEDAN DIO....svijetlost je poslednji put obasjala veliku bijelu ladju, koja je poslednji put zavijorila svojom zastavom, pokazujuci simbol...slobode...GOSPODAREVOG UMA...... i njegove zelje...

-Mi smo smrtnici, mi smo slabi naspram tvoje sile, mi smo izgubili nadu, ali mi cemo zauvijek imati najvazniju osobinu svakog smrtnika... MI SMO SLOBODNI!!!!- mornarev uzvik je nestao u celjustima okeana.... Cuo se samo urlik gospodareve misli....i tisina je pobijedila......

Kada je suncana zvijezda izasla na horizont.. okean je bio tih i bistar.... dok su njegove dubine ostale netaknute od bljestavog dodira.... slobode....