User:Miles Militis
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[edit] Miles Militis
The Foot Soldier
What is it that makes a man alive? Is it his soul? His Brain? His Heart? Maybe its the emotions that course their way through our veins. These emotions that are the combination of all three parts of the body, the mind, heart, and soul. Without emotions, would we really be alive?
[edit] Spoken
1 The way of the Peaceful Warrior is a constant battle. The longest climb, the farthest jump, the spinning fall. They are called a Peaceful Warrior not because they do not fight, but because their fight is in the heart. 2 The willow submits to then wind and prospers until one day it is many willows—a wall against the wind. That is the willow’s purpose. 3 Sadness comes from parting with friend, but a place is just a place, and parting from it brings no sorrow. Life is just a place, and leaving life should bring no sorrow. The dead do not hear the wailings of the living, to weep is to add suffering to the dead. 4 A world is supported by four things, the learning of the wise, the justice of the great, and the prayers of the righteous and the valor of the brave. But all these things are nothing without a ruler who knows the art of ruling.
[edit] The Visions of a Restless Mind
Opening Note: This whole procession of dreams only lasted around 8 minutes in our time. Each time I had a new dream was when I fell back asleep, and I would wake up again and only a few minutes would have passed, even though it seemed like hours to me. This all happened on June 20, 2006.
1st Dream
I saw a man, not tall or short, big or small, just average. Nothing about him was set in place to distinguish him from any other man. He was around 5’8’’, with a bearded goatee wrapping itself around his face. He was dressed completely in white, with a white suit, with a white shirt and tie. His skin was pale, thus making the blood dipped rose in his chest pocket stand out. Around him was a room, or the corner of a room. The walls were white, and the roof and floor also. Panels of light spaced out every few feet lit up the corner. He beckoned to me, saying as he did so “Hello Death, I will be your guide tonight.” And as he, I felt myself being pulled along, almost as if it was against my will. He strode forward, how, I don’t know, but he passed through the wall as if it were not there. Then I forced myself awake.
2nd Dream
1st Vision
After a few minutes of restless awareness, I slipped back under. Something about the man in the white suit scared me, and not a little. Fear pierced my heart, and from there coursed through my veins. But something pushed me back into oblivion. I opened my eyes, and I saw a series of flashing dreams that rocked my mind.
The first was of a great factory, filled with a haze that twisted itself up into lidless vents. The smoky substance was thick, almost intoxicating and gray. The sounds of machinery grinding could be heard, the clicking of wheels, cogs, and other devious devices. I could see many pipes that pumped black smoke out of themselves. A great many gears spun around my head, coming out of every direction imaginable. Some were big, others small, but all revolved in circles, grinding against each other. Some had visible supports, while most just hung in the air. The man in the white suit casually stepped from gear to cog, walking towards me. Again I grew afraid, and I woke up.
2nd Vision
Again I opened my eyes, and this is what I saw. Before me was a vast cavern, so high that the ceiling could barely be seen. It was wide to, but higher than wide. In the middle there rose an awesome sight. An immense forge, larger than a stadium, and taller than a skyscraper. It’s sweeping sides piled on top of each other, steadily climbing in an upward spiral that reached the heights of the cavern. Like an upside down funnel, it was a impressive view. It had a gate, shaped like the mouth of a man, with the fangs of a lion, and the jaw of an alligator. Two great eyes sat higher than the maw, and they were red. Fire rocketed out of the mouth, and as each one committed this insane suicide, the crowd would roar and shout. They were cheering for their own immanent demise. As I looked close, I saw the man in the white suit stand amongst the charred ashes of the dead people, calmly he looked in my direction, beckoning me. Then I woke up.
3rd Vision
I slipped back down, and this was the most startling vision of the three. I opened my eyes, and could see only smoke. The great billowing clouds engulfed me, and flames boiled about me. Then I saw them. A great group of hundreds of millions of people stretching as far as I could see through the haze. And as the smoke rolled away, I saw these things. Each person was nothing but a shadow, skeletons wrapped in skin that had been cut so many times; it was no longer to see what their features had originally been. Blackened, charred, and bloodied, they were barely alive. Each person was strapped to a roughly cut cross. Some shaped as crucifixes, others in the shape of an “X”, still more were simply tied to a pole in the air. Their groaning cries and pleas for mercy rose and fell like a heart beating. The hacking, coughing, and moaning shook the ground I stood on.
I walked forward, and as I looked to my left, I saw the man in the white suit hanging on a cross. His suits was torn in shreds, his body starved. Marks of past wounds littered his body, lacerations that had torn apart every muscle and sinew in his broken body. He was tied on his right hand to the crucifix, but his left hand was nailed to it through the wrist. Wrapping around his waste was a great chain, it’s edges were sharpened, and spikes twisted out of it. Under its own power, the chain contorted around his waste, biting away at his vitals and stomach. It clawed its way up to his hand, and as it slithered by, he grabbed it. Then, as I walked forward within 30 feet of his cross, I saw a terrible sight.
The man with the white suit seemed to come alive at the sight of me; and with a screech of pain, he wrenched his left hand off of the nail. The blood seemed to explode outward as his hand came off the nail, and some of it hit me. Then, leaning forward, the man reached his blood soaked hand that held the chain towards me. When his arm could go no further, he said a terrifying word…”DEATH”. With the command he let the chain at me. Its first few links seemed to morph as they rushed towards me, becoming like a monstrous head of a snake. It grabbed my throat, and as I felt my oxygen slip away, I looked to my left, and there I saw an empty cross with the word “DEATH” scrawled above it. Then I closed my eyes, and when I opened them, I was in my bed clutching my throat.
Closing Note: It is hard for me to think about these things that I saw, but I have done my best to put them in words for people. I have trouble remembering dreams, as frightening as they may be, but this one, or several, stuck with me. It has a purpose, I know, thats why I have shared it with you, the Reader. Whatever you think of it, know this, that the Man in the White Suit is a guide, not a leader. And he will lead you over the brink of Death.
