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So I've been having these fancies... fantasies... something like that...
Anyway I've always seen myself as something more then just me, whether it was a character I was playing, someone else, or anything like that. However lately I've been imagining myself and what my apperence should look like, this is something akin to my own personal "Self-Image" .
I imagine myself just the way I am with what ever I'm wearing, however the differences are I've got a glimmering dirty-golden Halo which itself is made up of a double-helix, and a pair of great dusty-white wings which are ever unfolded.
The mien of the Double-Helix Halo is a representation of my mortality and morality, while I'm not an angel nor a direct Nephilim, I have ideals that would follow in the footsteps, or in my case, wing beats of an angelic figure. This is only a shallow reflection of the glory of the truely divine, because I am not truely one of the divine, just a Saint in man skin.
The Weighty Wings represent dirty pair of ideals. I do see myself as Idealist, or Paragon. There are to many wrongs in the world for me to deal with alone, but where ever I go I try and help those who need it. With the idea that I'm only one person I help those who I can, the wings are a dirty white because I am unable to give it my all, I have not progressed to a state of enlightenment where I require no personal possessions and I suffer from the vice of greed from time to time, course I am closer then a lot of people to those I'd like to help finacially. Fuck I live in a R/V at my friends parents house, I'm like 2 steps up from squatting.
So everytime I think about myself I see myself with this mien, who I am with the dirty wings and dull glimmering twisting halo.
Of course there is a flip side to this scenario, where my wings resemble something more along the lines of demonic/bat-like wings, and the halo is a Black and twisted-writhing thorn-ridden mirror of the Golden it should be. But that really isn't me because every time I see that image of myself it's always next to me, and not overlaying my own image. Every one has that dark voice in there head, I've just moved it to outside of myself... One step closer to removing it from me.
Thats whats been passing through my head...
Anyway I've always seen myself as something more then just me, whether it was a character I was playing, someone else, or anything like that. However lately I've been imagining myself and what my apperence should look like, this is something akin to my own personal "Self-Image" .
I imagine myself just the way I am with what ever I'm wearing, however the differences are I've got a glimmering dirty-golden Halo which itself is made up of a double-helix, and a pair of great dusty-white wings which are ever unfolded.
The mien of the Double-Helix Halo is a representation of my mortality and morality, while I'm not an angel nor a direct Nephilim, I have ideals that would follow in the footsteps, or in my case, wing beats of an angelic figure. This is only a shallow reflection of the glory of the truely divine, because I am not truely one of the divine, just a Saint in man skin.
The Weighty Wings represent dirty pair of ideals. I do see myself as Idealist, or Paragon. There are to many wrongs in the world for me to deal with alone, but where ever I go I try and help those who need it. With the idea that I'm only one person I help those who I can, the wings are a dirty white because I am unable to give it my all, I have not progressed to a state of enlightenment where I require no personal possessions and I suffer from the vice of greed from time to time, course I am closer then a lot of people to those I'd like to help finacially. Fuck I live in a R/V at my friends parents house, I'm like 2 steps up from squatting.
So everytime I think about myself I see myself with this mien, who I am with the dirty wings and dull glimmering twisting halo.
Of course there is a flip side to this scenario, where my wings resemble something more along the lines of demonic/bat-like wings, and the halo is a Black and twisted-writhing thorn-ridden mirror of the Golden it should be. But that really isn't me because every time I see that image of myself it's always next to me, and not overlaying my own image. Every one has that dark voice in there head, I've just moved it to outside of myself... One step closer to removing it from me.
Thats whats been passing through my head...