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It All Comes As No Surprise

NOTE: This post leans heavily on New Age crap and its relevance to my personal thought system, hence the title and this convenient warning. Before you ask: yes, Christ figures in my beliefs and no, this post is not religious or recruitive in nature so stop having a damn heart attack already.

Stolen from my number one lurkette ;^)


You are Form 1, Goddess: The Creator.

"And The Goddess planted the acorn of life.
She cried a single tear and shed a single drop
of blood upon the earth where she buried it.
From her blood and tear, the acorn grew into
the world."

Some examples of the Goddess Form are Gaia (Greek),
Jehova (Christian), and Brahma (Indian).
The Goddess is associated with the concept of
creation, the number 1, and the element of
earth.
Her sign is the dawn sun.

As a member of Form 1, you are a charismatic
individual and people are drawn to you.
Although sometimes you may seem emotionally
distant, you are deeply in tune with other
people's feelings and have tremendous empathy.
Sometimes you have a tendency to neglect your
own self. Goddesses are the best friends to
have because they're always willing to help.


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*Spine tingles*. I had a dream of the number one, ages ago.

I was ten. It was some kind of nightmare--weeping, screaming, torture, the sense and feeling of earth, stone, cold as death. The death, the cold and the wrongdoing were directly part of this massive granite or marble representation of the number one. Someone howled out for help and I bolted awake, still screaming.

I remember because it was the weirdest, most terrifying dream I've ever had. It gave me a full-blown panic attack in the waking world. I've looked through dream dictionaries for years and found nothing but positive associations for the number one, and it's never come up in my dreams again.

No, I take that back. I saw One a few months ago, associated with Shang Tsung. The Magician. Which I know because that association has happened before--in my personal world, in dreams, Shang Tsung is always the Magician. Whatever that means. It probably means nothing in the larger world of New Age stuff. I know my Carl Jung, though, and I like to pretend that I know myself ;^)

HO-LY hell. One is the value given the Magician card in tarot. (I just looked that up, less than a minute ago, courtesy of the beautiful Internet to which I am addicted. Previously the concepts were not related, except in my world.)

And I know my associations are not directly based on tarot, because A) I don't know enough about it, B) I've never dreamed numbers except for zero and one (no, not in a Matrix context ;^p) and C) In my dreams, 0 is Shao Kahn, the Emperor.

F*CK that is weird O_O

One is supposedly that second note, just after zero, and the first action. Primacy. Red. Tribe. Home. Earth. One. One. One.

One is the killer of Smith. One is the bringer of chaos. One is the instrument of rebellion. One is blind. One is only the beginning, always beginning, always the start and never the finish. Thoughtless.

Not all magicians' tricks are good.

I did try to warn you. I'm bizarre. Fandreams and theft of the archetypes of the characters by my subconscious are the order of the day.

For the curious. No, actually, for me, and for poor passerby to gawk at:

(Again, they're my personal associations, probably not "correct" to the larger theories of whatever...These were what they looked like, sounded like, or were drawn to. And the really desperately pathetic part is, they've all appeared in my dreams.)

Sonya is the Empress. Kitana is the Priestess. Mileena is the Moon, the Tower, or the Hanged Man. Smith is Judgement. Neo--poor Neo, I only dreamed him once--is the Devil.

Baraka is the Heirophant. He's actually a revision of a character I've dreamed all my life--a wanderer priest in red, with bare and bleeding feet, leaning on an iron staff. He had a name and nation all his own, before Baraka took him over. He's cooler as Baraka, though. ^_~

Jheti's Random Smartass Advice For The Day: You can do anything you set your mind to--so watch what you think about ;^D

Anyway, sorry for the madness; I love you all *^_^*

I Could Be Working

I Should Be Happy

Thanks to Foxie, once again.

APPEARANCE...

hair: Shang Tsung as Cary Tagawa hair; greasy because I have not washed it, it is developing the red and yellow bits it gets when I let it have sunlight
eyes: gold

STYLE.....

clothing: blue, black, khaki, splashes of claret and olive. No, I'm not a military brat ;^P

music: whatever I want--right now Stabbing Westward, DDR (Captain Jack, Smile.DK and B4U being favorites), and Splashdown. Only music I cannot stand is smooth jazz. FUCKING DIE KENNY G!

bodyart: no thank you, although I'm thinking of getting my birthmark surgically enhanced. Enhanced as opposed to removed. Yes, I'm serious. ^_^

RIGHT NOW..

wearing: the Red Flannel Pajamas of Death. I love being home alone >^D
listening to: "Angel" Stabbing Westward
thinking of: my crew, the fact that I still have to pack everything in my bedroom and should be doing that instead of this survey

LAST THING YOU..

bought: ...*thinks* umm, I can't remember, I'm such a cheap bastard >^D
read: Foxie's DJ ^_~
watched on tv: a documentary on helicopters

EITHER/OR..

club or houseparty: club. Free before ten *^_^*
achiever or slacker: workaholic
beer or cider: umm, rum and Coke?
cats or dogs: cats
single or taken: not available
pen or pencil: blue pen
gloves or mittens: opera gloves
food or candy: meat >^D
cassette or cd: MP3
coke or pepsi: diet coke
matches or a lighter: mmm, matches...

WHO DO YOU WANT TO..

kill: Neo ^_~
be like: someone (MUCH) richer and stronger and more powerful than the current me
avoid: he and I aren't speaking anymore *jumps up and down*

LAST PERSON YOU..AND WHEN?

talked to: parents
hugged: Tenchi
instant messaged: Nyohah
kissed: umm...actually it was all hugs goodbye
who broke your heart: I don't have a heart and I won't let you break me

WHERE DO YOU..

eat: umm, the kitchen, which is also the dining room, the office, and at restaurants
dance: anywhere there's decent music
cry: wherever no one's looking
wish you were: somewhere warm and dry and safe

HAVE YOU EVER..

dated one of your best friends: no
drank alcohol: mmmmmm *^_^*
done drugs: directly? no
broken the law: no
ran away from home: not successfully. WOW did I regret that. Couldn't sit still for days.
broken a bone: left wrist
skinny dipped: not recently
played truth or dare: mostly DARE. "Hey guys, watch this! >^D"
flashed someone: no
mooned someone?: no
kissed someone you didn't know: no
been on a talk show/game show: no
been in a fight: *cracks knuckles* Wanna party? Let's go.
ridden in a fire truck: yes
come close to dying: three times that I know of. I was actually dead once. Hence my swell brain damage.
cheated on your boy/girlfriend: they cheated on me.
gave someone a piggy back/shoulder ride: yes
swam in the ocean: yes
had a nightmare/dream that made you wake up: a few times

WHAT IS...
the most embarrassing cd in your collection: uhh, the BSB and Aqua, except I like them, so they don't really bother me.
your favorite thing for breakfast: coffee
your favorite thing for lunch: apples
your favorite thing for dinner: vegetables and meat (WOW is my diet boring, or what?)
your favorite resturant: Houston's. I've only been once, but that's not the point.

ARE YOU...
a vegetarian: HOW DARE YOU INSULT ME LIKE THAT?
good at sports: hell no, sports suck
artistic: someone asked to buy some of it once. I suppose that's a yes, that or they were on crack.
good at wakeboarding/snowboarding: I bodysurf ^_^
a good singer: good enough. Nothing special.
a good actor/actress?: eeew, drama
a deep sleeper: once I finally get to sleep
shy: depends on the crowd, honestly
outgoing: I present as outgoing and superconfident, to cover my massive fear and uncertainty. Oops, fuck me, I spilled the beans.
a good storyteller: I'm a wonderful liar, if that's what you mean.
last words: possibly "oh, shit." Or something mundane.

Life is alright, aside from the massive stress of packing up and moving.
Glad things are alright. Stay safe and have fun, girls ^_^

Truth Is Beauty

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*Singing*

Yeeahh baby, I like it like that! >^D

Be afraid. Be very afraid.

Hugs all 'round ^_~

The Triumph of the Earrings

Matrix: Observations

I saw Revolutions this morning. Preview screening. Wouldn't have gotten in without mom's boss' help. One of like, fifteen people, most of whom were critics. *Preens.*

How was it?

Well, I loved it.

And I won't say anything more, beyond, "The Oracle's earrings were so so so SO gorgeous!" *^_~*

You'll have to see it. I won't give you spoilers. Except to say that they cut the boring speech stuff in half, and/or peppered it with enough ass-kicking in between that it came out great ^_^

And Smith. And Smith and Smith and Smith and Smith. Were all there. But all it took was one.

And--no, really, I'll shut up now. ^^;

I know how to end Downpour now, how to make it stand up on its own, without spoiling for Revolutions, since it's based off the trailer. I just couldn't feel comfortable with it until I saw The Fight. But, having seen The Fight, I can now finish my ficlet off properly.

Definitely AU. But then, all Neo/Smith is AU >^D

Just the ending, since I just now came up with it...

It's clean ;^D

"Neo--you...promised." The word was a long low hiss between bloodied teeth. "You...promised me..." Smith lashed out, hammer-handed. He would destroy this man, this troublesome shining creature that told only lies and spread only chaos.

He smirked. What use was One against a thousand?

Thomas--Neo--moved without moving, dodged without avoiding the blow. His hands came up, pale as wings against his dark coat, and trapped Smith's fists.

"It ends tonight."

Smith growled and tore his hands free, and the rain came crashing down.

"So be it, Mr. Anderson."

#END#

Seeya, peeps. I'll be around. Look me up sometime ;^)