Let's try this again.

[vaxjedi]

The name I gave myself is Blade. However, I have not earned that name.

The name that was given to me is Blind Energy. I have been Blind Energy. I will probably always be Blind Energy.

I have no Sight. But I do have Power. My kung fu is strong. But power without perception is useless.



In High School, I had the Game in my head. I didn't know what it was. But it was there. I never did work it out. I worked out the Players, however. Pseudo-archetypes.

The Lord of Masks was the first. He gave me my name. And when I meet the Dweller on the threshold, he will be the one to announce me.

The next was the Queen of Acid and Ice. She taught me hate. I think she still thinks I betrayed her, that I pushed too hard. That is a line I can never get close to again. That will annihilate me.

I grew up with Thunderclap and the Vicesmith. The Vicesmith has added new crafts to his skills. He's a good man now. Thunderclap faded away, in the stranghold of Burning Grasp. She was a near miss. So much potential that she hated, so much to let go, like Janet from the Rocky Horror Picture Show.

I envied Spidersilk, and loved him as I hated him. I hated him for stealing Poetic Vengence away from me. The fact is, of course, I never had her. How...poetic.

Flair still dances at the edge of perception. She's on her way to being famous, it seems. The Blind Dancer found her eyes and cut her hair. The Shaman is probably out there, still singing La Bamba to whomever will hear. Well, that incarnation of him anyway.

I miss Naked Edge. I adored her, but could never get close. Years later, she kissed me. Too bad her jealous bf happened to walk in at that point. She chose mediocrity. She was the First Casaulity.

I met a new Shaman later on. A different path than the previous. I know him still. He's saved my life and my mind a few times.

Every once in a while, I have to reconnect with Sapphire. Just to let her know that I still belive in water. The Black Adept is gone too. She has her one life far away, like so many I have loved. Like the Snowqueen, whom I barely knew.

Malachite tests my patience and my soul. I don't think I'd known the levels of pain or joy before. I think thats a good thing. But i never really know until afterward. I'm not blind in hindsight it seems.

Roaring Echoes is tired. He won't let himself heal. I think he's given up. He's looking for a teacher. He won't find one. He walks a path alone. Crystalwood can be there, but she is too different. And she hasn't found her own place. Neither have any of us really.

WaterFire is a puzzle. I named her before I ever knew her. And I realized I have found her years after I named her.

So many out there. The Song of the Rose, Thunderbolt, Lady Draconis, the Valkerie, I don't even have names for all of them yet. *sigh*

I am Blind Energy. I do not see my power. I cannot stop from loving. I cannot leap without not looking.

Comments

[eleri.livejournal.com]

Blind Energy is not a thing to be ignored, nor discounted. It is the force that drives the Fool, the energy harnessed by the Magician. It is instinct and intuition and faith, all rolled up into one. When you let it move freely though you, things happen.

Very

[fishysua.livejournal.com]

We are always watching,
Watching with our eyes closed,
Do you see the power flow?
Do you see the truth?

On a slightly different level I suggest Bruce Springstein's "Lost in the Flood," on the album Greeting From Ashbury Park, for moods like that.

MSTEric
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Do you play Go?

[xiombarg.livejournal.com]

Okay, out of all of that, I think I know who the Black Adept is. The rest I'm mystified on but I have a couple guesses for the second Shaman.

Drink deep, man.

[xiombarg.livejournal.com]

Not to trivialize a really neat post, but check this out:

http://www.seventhsanctum.com/gens/weirdname.php