Dark Maria

DARK MARIA (1)

Maria visits often, correcting all the other girls games with one cheats. They cross a pattern hoping the stars align, but when you're waiting on a magic pool to quietly resolve in your dream samespaces, and a star crosses with a death kill,  you better be true or else, pressures drop.

I've seen pressure drops happen many many times. Worlds just collapse as Ja walks, and reality becomes ghost images, lost in science fiction endings and future war forbodings.

Erica and her mates spin across galaxies like this, making facsimiles to live in. Mental hospitals are popular targets but also banks, prisons, schools and stupid crowds.

The particulars of living in discordant spaces are not really clear to me, but where agony lives, that quiet stench of reduction and dissolution that man wears like a crown, there also slow, body-eating, mind-numbing sorrow. These are like cheap backwash hotels. Festooning in their general air is a constant death, like a sink in a fancy bathroom, slowly draining of a mixture of faeces and bathwater.
Here you'll hear many gossips of failed marriages, abortions and  cheap tickets to TV AD locations that will never leave the mailbox.

When you share energy patterns with people in an area, your mind bodies can meld together and leave an active memory of you that forms part of your identity. My guess is they keep looking for spaces to fulfil parts of themselves they can't kill or run from or improve, so they just  get lost in it, festooning even deeper in fear narratives.

Ericas and her mates "energy bodies" live off these places and the patterns of living in them, creating sub lives and sub routines out of clearly defined patterns. The more flow in the general area, the easier it is to leave, and for freshness to enter and create aliveness.

If something's stuck in there for too long it may create an army of its own, sequestering itself to whatever it takes to remain anchored.

Erica wouldn't admit it, but she was gradually piling up friends, which means she was getting ready to own a room in someone's mind, which is possession.

The problem with possession is lifeforms that refuse to leave, which means a repossession and the repetition of a vicious cycle. The only solution is a door, or if that doesn't work, the dissolution.

Maria generally walks a dawn pattern, which means doors are opened and she draws exit carves for everything, clearing away rubbish and debris and caring for the awake children. Energies can leave or stay, but the ones that stay join her, entranced by her majest, or otherwise solemnity. The ones that leave have somewhere else to go and are free, or were other wise trapped, timeless and have been renewed, carried along.

Maria is the embodiment of devotion and calm living systems authority, driving everything it takes to own a home single handedly, but sometimes she turns dark, regressing into the shadows of her own self.

As Erica lay on her magic pool, waiting for sunset to resolve in her humans mind, she reviewed all the excuses she had for staying.
It's for his fame, she said to herself. Then she tasted the words. Secretly she knew he was going mad and her original intention was to try to save him. It didn't justify the piercing wound in his body where she liked to hang out, or the friends she called once awhile, which were becoming housemates, spreading the contamination.

She was going to kill him before any kind of madness happened and she knew it.

He was a seeker, often known for dressing their bodies in search of their souls. They'd surround themselves with cheats, fight with their own air and get stuck on dirty habits and self work ideals, parading religion, spirituality and other enlightenment ideals. It was a demon paradise.

Until It

Dark patterns are a part of everyone's personalities. As humans we often drive with positivity and intelligence as standards, but hold onto things from the past that deeply carve us. They create our personalities, shaping the future through our actions.

Sometimes there is a dark Maria. The woman after the dissolver. Dark Maria walks easy, believing and causing a racket. She has come through the fire and just follows it.

As the water settled and she got ready to recline, a dark, massive picture figure made of darkness and shadows appeared. She didn't even look and just tossed a saying at them.

She was closing their space.

Things like this happen all the time. A family is broken up, a neighbourhood is changed forever, a politician falls. They often hope to fnd life or at least fall into better odds with what is moving them. Maybe it's a cheat door.

This one didn't have any horrors directly, instead she just spoke spirit words and moved so closely with something indescribable.