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genessia2016-02-03 08:59 pm
goddessinthefog) wrote in genessia2016-02-03 08:59 pm
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008: Two Sides of a Soul/Darkness Falls [Anon Text/Private Video]
[Anon Text, Open]
[Izanami was fed up. With the problems in Everglade, being chucked out the Subarchway whilst they fixed themselves, the new Guardian, and random people teleporting into Castlvania at will, it all left her feeling rather frustrated.
So naturally, she decided to send one of her ambiguous, anonymous messages. At least this would take her mind off things for the time being. It was something she knew would resonate with anyone from Inaba who was here, but maybe smoke out other people with similar powers. Besides, if anyone else had thoughts on the subject, that was something she was interested in hearing too.]
There's a concept in psychology I have been reading about a great deal, lately. Carl Jung, a Swiss psychiatrist, proposed that there were multiple pieces to a person's true self.
An individual has a side of themselves -- a mask, if you will -- that they present to the world around them. This is the impression they wish to make on other people, and conceals that which they do not want known. It reflects the role that they play in life, and thus, allows them to adapt to the demands society makes of them.
On the other hand, people also possess a subconscious part that they cannot acknowledge. An undesirable piece they reject, that they are ashamed of within themselves. It is the counterpart of the conscious ego, the mask I mentioned before. Despite it's nature, as much harm can come from denying it's existence as from becoming consumed by it.
The mask, 'Persona', and the subconscious 'Shadow Self'.
I wonder, how much can we hope to understand about the way people think...and how much of their true selves we can really see?
[Video, locked to Fai]
[That done, there was one more point of business she had to deal with: The new Guardian of Everglade. He seemed competent enough. An eternally calm man with a pleasant smile.
Yet, the Goddess was not convinced this would last. Fai couldn't really be as unphased as he appeared now, could he? In the end, he would prove as much of a coward as Ted had been, and Izanami was determined to prove this.
The video feed opened to a darkened room, somehow filled with a thick fog. Pillars carved with scythe-wielding skeletons rose up in the background, framing the horrifying figure holding the videophone: a towering being, with the rotting remains of emaciated, shrunken skin clinging tightly onto blood red bone. Although the angle made it difficult to see, many more skeletal arms emerged from beneath the tattered robes at it's waist. The fabric was certainly as rotten with age as this creature was.
It watched the video phone for a moment, before finally speaking, it's voice a rasping death rattle. The pendant - marking them out as one who had been brought to Genessia from another world - glinted as it caught the screen's light.]
So you are Everglade's new Guardian... Who is it that you intend to protect here, and why? Can you really claim to care for the wellbeing of all this town's citizens?
[Izanami was fed up. With the problems in Everglade, being chucked out the Subarchway whilst they fixed themselves, the new Guardian, and random people teleporting into Castlvania at will, it all left her feeling rather frustrated.
So naturally, she decided to send one of her ambiguous, anonymous messages. At least this would take her mind off things for the time being. It was something she knew would resonate with anyone from Inaba who was here, but maybe smoke out other people with similar powers. Besides, if anyone else had thoughts on the subject, that was something she was interested in hearing too.]
There's a concept in psychology I have been reading about a great deal, lately. Carl Jung, a Swiss psychiatrist, proposed that there were multiple pieces to a person's true self.
An individual has a side of themselves -- a mask, if you will -- that they present to the world around them. This is the impression they wish to make on other people, and conceals that which they do not want known. It reflects the role that they play in life, and thus, allows them to adapt to the demands society makes of them.
On the other hand, people also possess a subconscious part that they cannot acknowledge. An undesirable piece they reject, that they are ashamed of within themselves. It is the counterpart of the conscious ego, the mask I mentioned before. Despite it's nature, as much harm can come from denying it's existence as from becoming consumed by it.
The mask, 'Persona', and the subconscious 'Shadow Self'.
I wonder, how much can we hope to understand about the way people think...and how much of their true selves we can really see?
[Video, locked to Fai]
[That done, there was one more point of business she had to deal with: The new Guardian of Everglade. He seemed competent enough. An eternally calm man with a pleasant smile.
Yet, the Goddess was not convinced this would last. Fai couldn't really be as unphased as he appeared now, could he? In the end, he would prove as much of a coward as Ted had been, and Izanami was determined to prove this.
The video feed opened to a darkened room, somehow filled with a thick fog. Pillars carved with scythe-wielding skeletons rose up in the background, framing the horrifying figure holding the videophone: a towering being, with the rotting remains of emaciated, shrunken skin clinging tightly onto blood red bone. Although the angle made it difficult to see, many more skeletal arms emerged from beneath the tattered robes at it's waist. The fabric was certainly as rotten with age as this creature was.
It watched the video phone for a moment, before finally speaking, it's voice a rasping death rattle. The pendant - marking them out as one who had been brought to Genessia from another world - glinted as it caught the screen's light.]
So you are Everglade's new Guardian... Who is it that you intend to protect here, and why? Can you really claim to care for the wellbeing of all this town's citizens?
Re: [Anon text]
lol [Ted's getting used to texting 'normally'] what kind of God does not know truth?
Well, real in a certain way; something extant, but wispy. Foggy; half-formed. Half-baked, to borrow analogies of bread. The true self seems hardly worth seeing until it's fully realized.
Thank goodness heaven does not depend on the desires of its potential residents. It might be painful as purgatory is painful; as a necessary shedding of all the trash and tinsel that came before.
[Anon text]
The kind who is not prideful enough to assume they know everything.
When do you believe a true self is fully formed, then? It seems to me as if each individual is always changing and evolving. Who they were yesterday may be different from who they are today, but does that make the truth of yesterday's self false? They are imperfect, but never incomplete.
Why would your God not wish their people to be happy, in their Heaven? It seems cruel to intentionally let them suffer.
Re: [Anon text]
It's typically the humbler bet; people ought to trust their instincts, and all that. Still, sometimes shame is a weapon wielded by fashion against the transcendental. In cases like that, only courage and faithfulness will save.
I suppose omniscience is given seldom. It'd be more accurate to say "cannot know truth"; God sometimes investigates of his own accord, though no obstacle impedes Him.
A true self is likely formed when it makes the ultimate, ironical choice: to choose themselves, or everything else. Only those who lose their lives will save them. I confess I do not know your delineation between "imperfect" and "incomplete".
An objection like that betrays a childish understanding of God and perfection. Perfection practically always hurts. Even perfecting understanding involves harsh rebukes. That's simply the way of things. As for the relation between suffering and cruelty...well, were you ever a parent? Raising a child for five minutes rips that idea to ribbons.