Radiant Daggersby Iliad Terra

“Sit down, please.”  He offered me a box with two chocolates inside it.

One chocolate was crunchy on the outside, chewy on the inside.  The second chocolate, rather deceptively, was soft on the outside, but hard on the inside.

“Choose one,” he aid.  “It’s time to end your surface obsessions.  The only way to know is to die, to overcome, to sacrifice, and ultimately to become the very target you seek.   Success is death, fear is life.  Do you understand me?”

“No,” I responded, uncertainly.

He smiled.

I realized at that moment that the greatest act of love was complete self-sacrifice, pure and flawless, in every gesture, without restraint.  Time to die.

-IAT

I see you
hear you
Touch you

Sun rays
Wind songs
Cold snow

Who are you?

A dream
Whispers
Memories

Eternal past…

I know you
Beside me
In my hand

A  Promise.

…

Sometimes we look through multiple dimensions simultaneously and perceive multifaceted co-existing realities…

Sometimes we can think apathetically, sympathetically, and empathetically all at once, through the shifting prism of perspective.

And any structure can be comprehended at once through its multifarious elevations and sections and circulations.

We cannot continue to dissect in order to comprehend;  nor can we still adhere to our notion of concentric identity; and duality is no longer a viable mode of understanding…

A new paradigm is emergent: oscillating waves of coincidental multiplicity and unity, dynamic moral base founded on fluid fundamentals of vibrant harmony.

Let’s not anthropomorphize the sacred choice of self-sacrifice…

-Iliad Terra

Numerology:

2012 is here, like a lullaby,

A round number, solid and full, past 11 and before 13…

And, oh yeah, 67 – what a lush portal is that?  like the very voice of God!

Number 67, Kennedy and Lincoln and… don’t stop!

But 11?  So wretched and so tormented.  Rupture before Rapture…

So now, we have to talk about 8, no?  Yes!  Rolling, vibrating strings of infinite probabilities…  with me?  Okay, sorry…

Here it goes:  1+1 or 2=3, to evolve into 4, a sacrifice, and then set into motion as 5 only to fall into 6, and be absolved by the glorious 7, and painfully transform into majestic 8.  8 will finally harmonize into a settled and aged 9 which will ultimately meta-morph and splinter into a solid 10… a number which will invariably spawn, and be usurped by 11 — yes, the Twins, the Towers…  Need I say more?

But 12, oh sweet 12, a portal, to be kissed by 13 — a bittersweet kiss…

A new age is upon us at last… a catastrophic age of beauty, where Avalon will rise once again.

-Iliad