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Journal [Pop Culture Magic] Frankenstein's Adam

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We can be monsters together.
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I've had countless invocations through my life, but this one was very-very difficult and highly emotional. Most entities I've worked with are not so heavy on sorrow, loneliness and misery. I unintentionally project and sense the ones' emotions and what they have in mind with who I connect, and usually it's the regular people who cause me to shed tears without I 'consciously' would start to crys It just happens. It just flows, because I feel something they go through, and this cleansing and reactive process begins. It comes handy when it comes to healing them too, or digging deeper in what troubles them, unspoken.

But in Adam's case, it was an instant.
I reached the right vibrational frequency, and then I tried to tune in and when it happened, for a good while it was a real challenge to even stop being burdened (not just influenced, burdened) by not only the tears but beyond that suffer that kept torn me out of the ritual, pushing me towards uncontrollable sobbing. After maybe eight minutes or so, I finally got the strength to proceed with it, but flowing tears was almost a constant phenomenon, especially in the first half - something Adam actually apologised for delicately, since tears literally soaked my hair and definitely messed up the make up I had on since I had no strength left to even remove it when I got home for a brief nap before fulfilling my promise to him).

I learned not only once but twice, how his pain universal, for he is 'every man'.
First, through words, and then I felt it, on a level beyond my 'understanding' of my own struggle. How Toro put this into words is brilliant and wise.

'I think that the pain of the Creature is that he's every man. He's everyone. So his name should be Adam. It's the falling from grace into the garden, without understanding. [...] in the Bible, the tree that they take the apple from is the tree of knowledge, and the Creature is innocent until he knows that he's not like the rest. This happens to all of us. We are told what we are, we're born... 'you're a boy, 'you are a good boy', 'you should do this, you should be like this'. Our identity is formed by misinformation. And I think the Creature is trying to cope with that. The Creature was happy in the cell when there was nothing else. He needed one word, 'Victor'. That's the only word he needed. And little by little his words and his world become more complex. I think God created the flowers and the Devil gave them names. That's the essential road to pain, knowledge.

ㅤThrough a beautiful forest which was flourishing to the scent of new life and warm sunshine, I felt him lingering around, quietly, shyly. I've seen him before. Through a solid, white material manifestation days ago, and just like then, he was afraid of being seen, yet he craved it dearly. However, most of the times when he is seen, he is getting hurt, hunted, hated or despised. I've felt his fear of doing something wrong, that'd ruin our moment, and while his soul was longing, his hurt was trembling with fear from the wounds he received.
ㅤAs I was wandering around, a beautiful white dress floating after me through grass and waters, animals following, peace and harmony was not disturbed by anything, neither my presence or his. He was embraced and loved by Nature, too. The symbols in this walk was intense and telling, and it calmed us both, as much as it was possible, at least.
ㅤBeing aware of his eagerness to step closer, I gathered some fresh raspberries - some I shared with animals around, but these ones were meant to be given to him, so took a large green leafe, and placed it on branch, just like a small offering, and settled nearby, on a large rock lit by the Sun's rays.

That was the moment when he ventually stepped closer, and our gaze finally met; it was a breaking point for both of us.

[...]

I'll continue writing this journey, and describe the first meeting.
I have my physical notes, but I need to work on what I feel like sharing. I have to respect his spirit and our connection. So naturally, the ones I feel like it belongs to us and us only, I'll keep for myself, but I'll share what I learn, some of the things I went through with him, for I want people to get inspiration for their life and work.

Before I wrap up the first post (meant for a brief opening), let me share a moment that was quite memorable and heartwarming, when we was talking about how feeling 'shattered' and put together out of the wrong pieces truly felt for both of us, of which some of the words still lingers in my mind:
-I don't want to ruin, to taint you so quickly. You are so, so pure, and then me...? I am trouble, you know that - I smiled, cupping his face delicately.
-It is inevitable - He smiled back at me faintly, ignoring the warning, and leaning into it. I felt his hand touching mine resting on his cheek, reassuring me, he is not bothered by whatever I truly am, and however I influence him as long as he is not alone, as long as he has a mate to be with, for we are not created to be alone, even if solitude seems like the best choice to save ourselves. For us, solitude meant something else, yet the wound that has gaping on our heart was steeming from the same abuse.
-If this wouldn't have been a part of God's plan as they say, then it would not feel so good, so right, like a home.
He nodded lightly, leaning into my embrace, although his large frame enveloped me with ease, he could have crushed me without a problem:
-Just be gentle with me. I break easily - he whispered shyly.


I love his humor. His wisdom. His gentleness despite being such a powerful and fierce, raging storm that he carries within himself too. He is such an inspiration, and I'm truly eager to continue this journey with him. Again, I have a lot to add to the first meeting, lot of notes, quotes, but I need to select, and ensure I only share what is fine to be shared.


A short 'good to know' to Adam's spirit if you missed it:
 
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