Post by twilight on Nov 6, 2019 19:07:06 GMT -5
It is 4 BC. Man still in his infancy. We lived as Jiahu in Mesopetomia. My father was a builder, my mother stayed home. My name was Iwala, son of Ijhan and Luiwan. This was one of my first incarnations, not the first but close. I remember lives since before the dawn of civilization, back when I would eat raw meat, I could not speak, and my thoughts were simple. As I kept on, my thoughts became complex. The idea of who I was was clearer but why I existed never came to me. Did others go through this? I didnt think so, no one spoke of it, so if others were reincarnating they would speak of it, and if they did not it meant it was only me. And I was alone in this endeavors.
When I spoke to my parents about such things they told me to be quiet and be silent, I was their son and they would not allow me to be tried as a witch. I would live and so they taught me to keep my questions and my doubts to myself. It only kept me with life for so long.
I was maybe 19 during this life. I kept seeing things that were not real. That were not possible. I would see mirages. Cities that could not be. People that did not look like people. It scared me quite some.
One day our city came under seige by nomads. They had no homes of their own and they wanted ours, a large battle ensued and I died protecting my home. So did most people in the city including my parents. And so I was off to the next place. Bound by memories and a short history.
And when my time was up in Jeville I was again, a baby, with no memory of the past, usually my memories of past lives started around age 7 or 8. Each time ruining my childhood.
Sometimes our memories define us, tell us who we were and who we will be. That was a little more complicated for me.
So this brings me to Cassandra. Our esteemed intercontinental champion. Well good for you my lady. You have gone through the labyrinth of opponents and made your way to the final one. Those feats are impressive but only so far. Now you come to almost the end, for once you get to Jude or Redd then you are truly at the end, but I am the world champion not them. Your final exam comes in my form. I am the one you must defeat. And you wont, at least not any time soon.
If I am being honest, you remind a lot of Rumpke. Your style, your words, your lack of finesse, your lack of creativity. And its strange to see such things in a woman.
For women are a lesser form of god himself. You are creators. You bring life into this world. So why is it I take naps during your promos? Be better than that. And you will have to be, if you want to wear my world title.
There are no shortcuts, no easy way outs. You are stuck in a bad place you just dont know it yet. So mother, what will it be? Will you create your own version of yourself in which you can beat me? Or will you find another alternative. I suggest not showing up. Call in sick this time around. Its in your best interest mother. Trust me.
Motheris the name for god, on the lips and hearts of all children.
Fade to light
When I spoke to my parents about such things they told me to be quiet and be silent, I was their son and they would not allow me to be tried as a witch. I would live and so they taught me to keep my questions and my doubts to myself. It only kept me with life for so long.
I was maybe 19 during this life. I kept seeing things that were not real. That were not possible. I would see mirages. Cities that could not be. People that did not look like people. It scared me quite some.
One day our city came under seige by nomads. They had no homes of their own and they wanted ours, a large battle ensued and I died protecting my home. So did most people in the city including my parents. And so I was off to the next place. Bound by memories and a short history.
And when my time was up in Jeville I was again, a baby, with no memory of the past, usually my memories of past lives started around age 7 or 8. Each time ruining my childhood.
Sometimes our memories define us, tell us who we were and who we will be. That was a little more complicated for me.
So this brings me to Cassandra. Our esteemed intercontinental champion. Well good for you my lady. You have gone through the labyrinth of opponents and made your way to the final one. Those feats are impressive but only so far. Now you come to almost the end, for once you get to Jude or Redd then you are truly at the end, but I am the world champion not them. Your final exam comes in my form. I am the one you must defeat. And you wont, at least not any time soon.
If I am being honest, you remind a lot of Rumpke. Your style, your words, your lack of finesse, your lack of creativity. And its strange to see such things in a woman.
For women are a lesser form of god himself. You are creators. You bring life into this world. So why is it I take naps during your promos? Be better than that. And you will have to be, if you want to wear my world title.
There are no shortcuts, no easy way outs. You are stuck in a bad place you just dont know it yet. So mother, what will it be? Will you create your own version of yourself in which you can beat me? Or will you find another alternative. I suggest not showing up. Call in sick this time around. Its in your best interest mother. Trust me.
Motheris the name for god, on the lips and hearts of all children.
Fade to light
