Nine Worlds of Lore

"He who seeks to be understood, shall never be he who understands."

This is the first of hopefully many posts to be posted here. This format will be consistent through all posts. This one in particular will be special, given that this is the first, and introduction to what you - the reader - should expect from my writings here. Each post will have it's own title. Hopefully this can be utilized for the purposes of organization and revisiting. If not, then Archives shall be archives with organization anyways.

Second Sight - Ordainment of the Gifted Mind is a title that I feel best describes the blog's content without giving away too much. As you may have imagined, these writings will be things that I have seen, but are not real. Not just dreams, but visions too. Yes, visions. I consider visions to be dreams that happen upon me while I'm conscious. I interact with them just like anyone reacts with dreams, only I'm fully aware. An example would be as follows:

Today I heard my father speaking to me. He reminded me of the scar across my face, why I got it, and how it has helped me to become a better man. I touched it, feeling the still-purple circle on the pronounced portion of my left cheekbone. I remember how I got it. I told him that I could not accomplish what he had asked of me, and received the Skull Ring - the silver ring that was part of a Knuckle-Duster set to be disguised as rings. They were designed to deal lasting damage, but not break skin or bone. It had worked as intended. My grazing fingers were soon reminded of the intention as the sharp pain of the bruise surged through me. I heard his voice some more, telling me that if I cannot do what is asked of me, then I may as well be dead.

Following that would be a short explanation of what happened after the vision's ending, and how it has affected me today (or in previous days, pending on context).

The Writer

As stated over to the right, my name is Artemus. I am a 20 year old Caucasian male with a mix of German, English, Swedish, and Norwegian descent behind me. I have grown up in the shadow of my Father who, in conjunction with many other events in my life, have effectively cursed me to forever remember what has happened in the past to reconvene in my head as dreams or visions. Be it the consequences of a choice I made for another, or the consequence of a choice I made for myself.

It was beaten (very literally so) into me that failure is the destiny of a soul like mine. Every day for the last 15 years or so, I have heard my Father's voice remind me of why my existence shouldn't be, or why I cannot be anything worth amounting to. It has gotten to the point that every mistake I make is 'rewarded' with his voice telling me this some more. It can be inferred that this is the primary source behind my frustrations. I no longer live with my family, instead rooming with my best friend and his family. His wife hosts the blog Morning Tea at Midnight. I suggest you go read that too.

The decision to move was not an easy one, but born of the inevitable fear that my situation would only become worse by staying in the environment that put me in this situation to begin with. My Father and I had an argument while I was cleaning the house, it became physical. Unlike the other times, I could not feel the force of his fists, nor the bending of my flesh and bone against his boots. All I could think was how an otherwise unfortunate event was normal. It was then that I decided to leave. I have always had the earlier stated dreams and visions since contemplating the true meaning of my existence, but they have only come in a vastly increased frequency since moving into this house.

FAQ

Because I am running out of things to say, I shall end with some frequently asked questions, and answers to those questions.

• Have you considered mental therapy/seeing a psychiatrist? I had an experience li--
• Stop there. The last time I went to 'treatment', the man told me that he understood what I was going through, when I know for a fact that he didn't. I don't appreciate being lied to. The result was a broken nose upon his face, and a very angry Artemus. Since that day, I've vowed to be non-violent.
• Have you considered writing as a profession? You're quite well spoken.
• I have, but have instead chosen Music to be my artistic outlet of choice. Words to me are like a mirror, telling the story as it is. Music adds a secondary, audible inflection on the events.
• It sounds like these visions are more of a curse, why call it a gift?
• For the most part, every vision is something that is liable to happen. History has a habit of repeating itself, so when I get a vision of the past, I am told of the mistake that was made in that scenario (regardless if it actually happened to me), and can use that knowledge in my interactions for the day.
• Where is your music located? I looked your name up on Youtube, but only came up with a few things.
• I prefer to use Soundcloud, my page is here.
• You said before that you don't want professional help on the state of your mind, but what about comments/insights on what you've written?
• Comments and insights are fine until it looks to me that you're trying to 'help' me. If anything, you're not helping, you're only making me frustrated by trying to 'guide me to a better path'. Instead, post your thoughts of what I've written. Polite behavior will be responded in kind.
• I've read some previous examples of your writing, and have noticed that you use song titles as titles of your own. Is that intentional?
• Yes. But keep in mind that the title is used for just a title. Nine Worlds of Lore is a song about combat, but I use it to perpetuate the idea of the various 'realms of existence' that I like to believe these visions are blessed upon me from.
• Where do you come up with those quotes? Are they from somewhere?
• In the words of one of Ramona's Evil Exes from Scott Pilgrim vs. The World: "My brain!" They are byproducts of my musings and mood.
• Hey! I was a part of [event] and that's not at all how it happened!
• This isn't a question, but yes, some experiences here have been shared with others. If you do happen to recognize such, then realize that this is from my perspective, which is 'unique' by most standards.
• Also. Since most of the experiences written here will be negative, don't assume that I hate you. You aren't my Father, I don't hate you. I may have hated you during that particular event, but as it stands (while I write this), I do not traditionally 'hate' people.
• Why don't you just put these musings of yours on Bookface or something?
• Because here, every one of you have been warned that opinions run rampant, and that I'm not responsible for whatever feelings you have while reading what I write. There, Bookface in particular, people are for some reason obligated to say rude things because they disagree with me.
• None of these things was what I was going to ask. >:I
• Then ask away! As I said earlier, polite behavior is responded to in kind. Feel free to ask me anything. If you wish to keep it anonymous, then you can send a private message (or email me if that's not possible, I don't quite understand how Blogger.com works yet.) At the conclusion of every post, I'll put your questions and responses as able.
• Did anyone actually ask you any of these?
• No, but I imagine through my awesome premonition that these are questions that would be commonly ask. Consider this FAQ as more of a 'ruleset for how to read an opinionated crazy person on the internet.'