AntiThesis Shawn vs Astral Josh

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The Grand Summoner

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AntiThesis Shawn vs Astral Josh

Man, Shawn, I got way too fucked up to continue last night. My shit stopped making sense but here goes. I'm just going to start with this post I stopped working on.

*work in progress*

He shakes his head at the opponent‘s show boating. Impressive as the dragoon’s might was, he still considered him sup par within the leagues of Keiken (The Great Ryuujin) and Rai ( The Dark Prophet). This reassurance did nothing more than ease his mind a tad bit just enough to take the edge off and keep him in the game.

Josh found himself lost beyond recognition with the events playing out. Above all- an abhorring truth laid waste to his spells trialed before them in such a way that was petrifying. From the high spirited beginnings to the transcending failures of the fight; the disappointing aftermath left a fiery hatred creeping upward underneath the depths of his consciousness. Leaving an infeasible resonance disassembling the synapses to his inner voice of courage. There forth upon acknowledging the Dragoon as equals, the spiritual circuity of his soul defaced the virtues of his lion's heart, deviating its will to survive with a fixation of cowardice. The provocative understanding alone disengaged his fighting spirit with an unwarranted restraint-a.k.a the fear of death.

--His spells!-His spells!!-- IMPOSSIBLE!! they lost their boom, umph! and weight. The summoning luminary was rendered into a charlatan of magick before the cosmos public eye. This man, no-- this dragoon- was a master of deflection, building defensive measures that not even a titan can climb across. In lack of better terms, truly a worthwhile opponent. The repercussions alongside his defenses single handily disoriented the Summoner's motor skills like a staggering drunk walking blindly in the night.

Unknown to most , it seriously played a toll on his mental health. Chewing away at his luminous being like the beasts of lore caged within the abyss; feasting and engorging themselves on his unscathed soul. As such these were metaphors revealing the dysfunction of his energy control. The lack of dictation nearly shocking the vitals of his growing psyche.

Along side such an impossibility as this!--it seemed his mental prowess “keg-powdering” the craft’s force started weakening faster than the dying spurt of a flattening two liter bottle of soda.. Even during the yonder years of his apprenticeship, neither then nor now, did his conjuring get kicked aside with less resistance than a paper plate being spun wildly around by a mild wind no less than two miles per hour.


" I know damn well this can't be me. Even including my leave of absence, these weathered skills of mine couldn’t have rusted to such a degree as this!!“ His statements were followed by thrusting fists. The strength in the buckling of his fingers exposed the trouble brewing within as veins protruded throughout every inch of his transparent flesh.

"I know my god damn divination is packed with more than enough T.N.T to knock a sun down from orbit!!!!" His voice echoes across the multiverses as a cacophony of intolerance.

Joshua realized, after contemplating the affairs more intensively, his emotions were getting the best of him. An unpleasant reverie of lost focus brought him out of the dark and thrown into the light. Bestowing the Astral Messiah with mental footings of self control. In turn, after the Summoner drug himself out of this brink of thoughtlessness he found his tightening fists surpassing the disciplined binding of boxers. . As well, those once saint like eyes, revising him as a messiah, took upon a different nature all together. Foretelling a look of insanity only instinctive to that of a cornered beast ravaged with wounds of cruelty and neglect. Even to his alarm the Summoner's contested, monk like, patience had defaulted faster than a credit card stockpiled with debt.

First stepping outside himself he searched for the impulsive calmness which mediated him to the inner chambers of nirvana.

Kneeling down he laces his legs upon his lap and motions his hands in a traditional sun worshiping stance. Thumbs held horizontally as if spiking through the dimensional boundaries of clouds and planets, he was claiming his rights to the treasured knowledge of the god's; the direct extension into the universal grid structure interconnecting consciousness to consciousness and matrixing them back to back.

As his eye lids dim and his breathing slows he starts instituting a true meditative connection with existence. Gently pushing aside and pulling in unpleasant and fruitful thoughts then correlating their patterns susceptibility with the will and intent of the universe through encrypted mantras. Also the oneness of evolving entirety brims his true self with concepts of art, science, faith, centering, divination and etc.....

The partaking of god's wisdom modulates a structural change in Joshua. The totality of all his lives and state of minds synchronizing into a binary wavelength resonating with the metaphysical mind of the universe; the karmic gears.

With a physical vessel linking a soul behind mantras of Vishnu's trinity, his hands fall out of stance with a guiltless ease. Not even a single digit jostles to the drifting winds or the wondering mind.

Inside this ultimate state of placidity ascends the oneness of form with the universe's structuring versatility. Attuning his immortality with the ever-changing evolution of existence and all its accustomed derivatives. Among this reasoning all formulations of creation accept the integration of the Summoner's eternal mind and being and adapt it as a symbiotic union with the universe's (Urantia) metaphysical infinitude and laws. ( Much like the Atheme.)

His eyes drop deeper in rest as introspection merely blazes like the infernos of hell inside his root chakra. All the while Joshua begins repeating a few grounding thoughts, " You are infinite potential;capable of achieving anything. You are infinite potential; capable of achieving anything. You are infinite potential; capable of achieving anything...."


“ Strange,” He thought as he stood up after sustaining true balance with the templates of reality. Almost right away he continued pacing. Uncharacteristic to the surfeit of bravery he defines himself by, an amendable nervousness hanged loosely throughout the sway of his walk. Treading down through open air he takes a leap of faith. As he thought his intuitive hunch was met with whimsical stairs manifesting under each footfall. Prismatic auras accompany their sudden burst into life as each sandeled foot lands softly atop the intangible walkway. Descending the Summoner deeper into the void with worries of defeat lingering behind his back.



The suspended board of light beneath him dissipates as Joshua plows down the spiraling trail. With each hurried step making contact atop the massless space an aesthetic side effect explodes across the scene. Each board's distinguished colors solely tie them to their respected ladder of consciousness. Making each plank a unique expression which contingents the prosperity of nirvana's enlightenment.

When nearly at the end of Hades Tunnel, a darkening relapse engulfs the environ. Leaving all eclipsed behind an infinite blackness swelling even further than the uncertainty of the future. A twilight so soul shattering that it's immersion would leave the greatest visionaries of history forever blinded by its mere being.

The celestial light swishing around the void pulse in harmony in among the quantum thresholds of life and death; virtually attuning the governing natures of existence with the quailing approach of the Summoner. It's energy, in turn, shoots out rhythmic pulsations to the beat of his heart as the drumming of his life force grows closer.

His swift strive etched details illuminating into the desolate corners of the aether. The expulsion of mana embellishing everything within by a stratum w of pinks and light auric greens.


Then he devolves every form of being, function, nature and self within a state of unified nothingness. Oppressing the evolutionary reactor of adaptive conscious growth within a "de-patternized" state of "un-being."
 
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