Third Time Might Be The Charm

So I guess I have to spell it out for you people.

The Biography of a Self-Proclaimed God: The True Story
By: Many-an-Historian


Part I: A Day In The Life of EMMET

PROLOGUE

This complete and thorough attempt to document and understand what it is to be a god, what it is to be a separate species of the human race, will be published for those who wish to more entirely understand the creature with which they associate themselves. This documentation will try to move from the deep dormant corners to the mask, which you are all most familiar.

PHASE I

Falling flat,
Trying to escape,
That which is inescapable:
Time.
Fleeting beats of a heart,
Cycles of heavenly bodies,
Splitting of atoms,
All adhere to a simple concept:
Time.
Rising with panting breath,
Lungs heaving, exasperated,
Not enough to go around:
Time.
Tired of running,
Heroic final stand, standing,
By choice to end a threat,
A primitive escape to it:
Time.
Catching up, threat becomes,
Simple reality, yet, a cold laugh,
Beckons it come on still:
Time.
Unable to hide any longer,
Knife ready, held steady,
Heart beat racing in fear,
Brain fighting against:
Time.
Blue ethereal tendrils,
Sprint on, forcing the hand,
Knife drops, falling, caught in:
Time.
Piercing the bluish dark,
Lit by waning moon and
Tendrils of time, gripping
His limp body also caught in:
Time.
Screams of a banshee,
Howls of a werewolf,
Desperation mingled in longing,
Making a rhythm of painful:
Joy.
Not dead, but born anew,
Embraced by its sensual being,
Knowledge learned,
Thirst sated,
By what is beyond:
Time.


PHASE II

So how many of you comprehended that? Not many I see. That is okay. I will make an effort to explain. As narrator of this document it is my duty to do this.

Some will know the story that PHASE I attempted to explain. For those who do not know:
Many a year ago, the exact date eludes even the best historians, at a time when the species known as EMMET was still a child, there came a point where the road before him forked. Befuddlement captured the mind of this child as a rift grew deep in his soul. His heart knew the road it wanted to take, while his mind remained indecisive. Unfortunately for this pre-teen, time was not on his side, with every passing second it was catching up to him, pressuring him into a corner.
Now let me take a moment to explain these two roads that lay before our unsung hero: On the left was the road to glory. Not glory in the sense that one would associate with the EMMET of today, but a glory more in tune with the social degradation around us. Yes, a path leading to the need to be socially accepted, to being cool, to being popular. That inward desire all who aren’t innately cool desire out of their schooling experience. The other path, again historians have trouble pinpointing where this road leads, seeing as EMMET never took this path. True he did not take the left path, but that is the path which his heart most desired him to take. Thank whatever gods you pray to that he did not take that path, that his mind was stronger than his heart. What is known about the second path is that it would not have led to greatness, but to an average life with an average person. All, I think, would agree that that would be a terrible fate for one such as EMMET. Now let us continue with the story at hand.
Inability to follow the path that his heart most desired, a deep curiosity for everything around him and a yearning to learn kept him rooted to the spot. Time caught up with him, he had to make his decision, and under the pressure he collapsed. With time just breadths away from over taking him, he chose to stand where he was for all eternity. He chose to take up arms against himself. There was just enough of a gap between himself and time to get the knife situated. Then, like with what undoes most villainous beings, he hesitated. That was all that was needed for time to wash over him and encase him. In that moment the utmost of cowardly act transcended this reality.
So now you know that he almost killed himself that fateful day. You know that he didn’t. But here is what is left of the story, what is EMMET today.
After many years trapped in PHASE I of his growth, he transcended this mortal plane to reach PHASE II of his growth. He chose to learn all that his parents could not teach him. Each moral attainment was another hatchet that he buried. Please come with me. Down this side road I would like to show you the Graveyard.
Before you, stretching for miles in every direction is a place of death and destruction. Careful where you step, stay to the slate path. This sand is white hot from the intense heat of the sun, which always burns over this horizon. All these unmarked mounds are evils, daemons, and even accomplishments of EMMET. Each signifying his ascension to the level of demi-god.
Now this term requires the briefest of explanations as well. He is not a demi-god, nor trying to attain the rank of god, in the sense of an immortal being using humans as play things. It is the only word with which one can describe his uniqueness and desires.
With that said let us continue. I am sure we will spot him somewhere around here, ah yes, there he is. Often I come here when I desire a word with him and oft do I find him sitting on this rock, staring off into the green pastures beyond. That is the plane where he is headed, the next step in his growth. After he buries this one last daemon. You see that half dug grave there, that is where it will lie for all eternity.
However he is having some unforeseen troubles with this daemon. He is realizing that with this daemon there are other options, so he must sit and wait.
What’s that? Oh why yes, what an excellent question, here let us move on and we will find out.


THE PAST

As our guest noticed EMMET looked different at the Graveyard. That is because we are in a plane where the representation of his mortal body reflects that of his immortal soul. The scars you saw on his back, which is a sad story I am afraid, one that nearly knocked me over in shock. It is for these reasons he is a demi-god, and will one day be a god.
When time over took him he found a new path. He created his own path where no one could follow. That is because it was not a land-based path. In his efforts to escape time he did not realize what would happen if he embraced it. When time overtook him, he finally was able to embrace it, thus was bestowed on him the gift of wings. The one on the left was angelic and of the purest black, the right one was demonic and also a leathery, velvet black color.
After several years of flying over several paths and watching as others struggled down them, EMMET clipped his own wings. The ravishing pain of such an act I cannot imagine. What person would give up the chance to fly? Well I had the opportunity to ask him.
His response you wonder. Well it is because he will be the last to fly away from this plane. He strives to uplift everyone else. He will be the last.
Commendable, cliché, call it what you will. He has sacrificed himself for the sake of friendship and love. He once told me that there is a lyric from a rather crude song that he likes to quote to himself. “Give me something good to die for, so that it’s beautiful to live.”
He has found something good to die for, and now that it is beautiful to live he is going to make the most of it.


THE FUTURE

What a beautiful segue that was. Thank you for the applause. This is a tough topic to address in regards to our star. He has foretold that he will not think of the future. It is the only thing that scares him.
“Fear is the mind killer,” another adage that he repeats to himself often. To avoid fear he does not dwell on that which he fears. For that reason this portion of the documentation is open for personal interpretation and historical speculation.
This historian would like to think that he will become a god, will destroy the harshest of daemons that grips his soul. Love. Yes, now some of you may be confused as to how such an emotion is a daemon, but in the hands of one as strong as he, it is a daemon. He recognizes how ruthless his heart is, how misguided it can be. Such a power is not for him to control, which is why he seeks to bury it deeper than any of his other daemons. The only problem is that he realizes that there are those who could tame such a beast. He has reluctantly offered them the chance to try.
In such a case it will be affording him the opportunity to become a god, and take with him those he cares about. None but him will every set foot into those green pastures, none but him will see the paradise he has so effortlessly created for himself. However, there is the chance that through his grace, through his ceaseless effort we can glimpse it for ourselves.


ANOTHER MYSTERY

Another mystery that has historians stumped is the self-motivation. Where do all the goals come from? Where do all the ideas? From where is the creativity born? The answers to these questions are buried deep in his mind. After years of trying to release them I think it is safe to say that the world will never know. Let us just be content to know such a great man, content to know that what he does is for the benefit of all humanity.


THE MAN BEHIND THE MASK

Now that you have seen the man behind the mask are there any questions? No, well I am sure I did not do that great of a job explaining things. If anyone has any questions down the road, you know how to reach me. Leave a comment, find me online somewhere, or shoot me an email at: kb1hnq@gmail.com. Thank you for reading this exclusive portion of: The Biography of a Self-Proclaimed God: The True Story.


I wrote that at some point towards the end of the summer.

I guess it didn't stick. I guess that I am a manipulative pompous jack ass fuck head. Well I'm sorry I'm a waste of breath and space. Maybe it wouldn't have worked out between us. Who knows. Not I. And the way these last few weeks have gone I don't think I care to ever know. What's wrong? Suddenly just because I'm not on the phone with you to all hours anymore, that I don't speak in a soft whisper to you, that you can't flirt with me and still call me friend and have no repercussions that I am now an annoyance, or a bother, or a disappointment.

Well they say you reap what you sow. I think it's true enough. You know what you planted over the summer? Not the end to a friendship, I told you that would never happen. I still believe that. This isn't my fault, but yours. I was not being played like a fiddle, as some would have me believe, but I also wasn't guilty. I was caught up in normal human emotions and you sucked me in. You sucked me dry. Now everyone is leading you on. He is still going back and forth and confusing the shit out of you. You can't talk to me because "I don't want to hear it."

No, I'm not gonna rant about this. Why should I? I've done enough. I've left a simple reminder. That is all. I've tried so many times. I won't give up, but I'm not gonna do this. You want to think such grossly outlandish things about me? Fine. You are welcome to. If you are letting yourself fall into such fallacies, then so be it. You are walking to a place that I will not follow. Enjoy.