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Kalikapsychosis - " All I see is 6 billion lunatics looking for the fastest ride out. Who's not crazy? Look around. Everyone's drinking, smoking, shooting up, shooting each other, or just plain screwing their brains out....Cos they don't want 'em anymore. I'm Crazy? Honey, I'm the original one eyed chicklet in the Kingdom of the blind, cos at least I admit the world makes me nuts." - Glory

I am remarkably pleased to announce that I am once again working on my great masterpiece, 'The Savage Princess'. I know, to say that on a crummy little blog makes me sound like one of a million posers on the net who say they are writing a novel. Thats why I dont like to talk about it. But Im going back to the real beginning, and constructing the history of book one. Understand, I never considered this to be an important thing. I wrote a perfectly good outline for book one when I was in high school, and that draft is still marked here and there with the red pen of my dear Mr Garrett. I remember how excited he was, how much he loved it, his visceral and emotional reactions to certain scenes. Because this guy knew I could write. He nominated me for the literacy award (which I recieved) he saw me win the school short story competition 3 years in a row, he saw my stories done under exam format under pressure of time. He saw a great potential in the work that I, at that time, did not see.

He asked for more, what I called a story he called an outline. It is my most common mistake in writing - because I know, I rush towards the end desperate to tell it and forget there are things the readers dont know, that they might like to know. One of the key ingrediants to creating fantasy is to let the reader dwell there. Its WHY you read it, to be transported. Right now Im reading 'Dragon and Phoenix' by Joanne Burtin (which I will review) and I think its also helped me get a clear idea of what I need. The scenes are long and comfortable, emphasizing where the characters are and their relationships. You are WITH them, literally, and this is something that 'Savage' needs desperately.

As I mentioned, my problem with this is that I wrote the first draft without any of the ideas I have now. In the first book the reader is deliberatly in the dark about the world, as she is infected by Apathy (which you may have recently read) and the world is bent out of its natural order. The final scenes are momentus, mesmerizing, as the Heros reset the world to her natural turning and banish Apathy.

But even if I dont want the reader to know everything, Im starting to believe that I should. Im alluding here and there and I like that its an 'open book' that what Ive alluded to could go in a myriad of directions. But Ive got to get over that child like excitement, and build the base.

Heres a brief overview of the series:

THE SAVAGE PRINCESS

Alexondra, the Princess of Goldenstone has always lived a life of privilege, despite never being allowed to leave the Castle grounds. The day before her coronation as Queen she overhears her parents arguing and finds out that she is not, in fact a princess, but the daughter of a peasant woman and suspected witch. She flees the Castle in an attempt to uncover her own heritage, but once free in the lands of Goldenstone she finds that the world they live in has been captured by a great evil, and only she can find the way to end the suffering.

THE SAVAGE PRINCESS TWO : ALEXONDRA RETURNS

Nine Yans after the great battle that won Goldenstone back into the reign of its true king, Alexondra returns from her exploration of the Eastern Lands. On her return she finds an old friend sick and near dying, her daughter has disappeared and the King, the love of her life, has married. In her attempts to bring the secrets of the East into light in Goldenstone her and the King find they cannot deny their love for each other. The memories of battles won and the daughter they made together cannot be forgotten, and they run away together. Goldenstone's Queen awakens old hatreds and sends the army forth against the rebel lovers, resulting in Goldenstone's first ever civil war. To avoid the great continent being torn apart, Alexondra must make the ultimate sacrifice.

THE SAVAGE PRINCESS THREE : ALEXONDRAS TRAVELS

Tells of where Alexondra went directly after the battle in Book One - why she had to leave in such haste that her daughter was left behind as a mere infant, how she travelled the great and dangerous Iris sea, and what she found there on the Isle Iris, the temple of the Heavens, and the Star Temple.

THE SAVAGE PRINCESS FOUR : ANDRETTA'S TRAVELS

Andretta, the daughter of Alexondra, left the Kingdom of Goldenstone at only seven Yans old to travel West. There she found the great continent of Divisia was breaking apart and all its races falling to war. With her strength and magic and help of allies found there she attempts to avert disaster, but realizes that only one person can prevent this war. Her mother, Alexondra. She returns to Goldenstone to look for her and arrives as the civil war is coming to its end.

THE SAVAGE PRINCESS FIVE : POISONOUS INFECTION

Andretta and Alexondra travel to Divisia to prevent the war. The Four races that rule the continent have been set against one another - the uneasy balance has finally been thrown out irrepairibly, by one dragon sorcerer and his quest to rule all Omecka and claim her magic for his own. He is Poison, a son of Wisdom who was destined to be a Prince, but thirsts for ultimate power over the world itself.

THE SAVAGE PRINCESS SIX : THE SEER

Alexondra and Andretta return from Divisia with the new found daughter of power, Daemondra, who was born from Andretta before she left to seek Alexondra to aid in the war. Goldenstone has flourished and the girls look forward to heralding Omecka through a time of peace. Soon after their arrival, a woman appears who claims to be the daughter of Daemondra, calling herself Akshasa. She is savage and vicious, comprising the magical and warrior talents of her family. The shaky peace of the continents seems in peril by her very existance, until a greater enemy emerges.....Kalista, the keeper of Chaos, born of Poison's War, seeks nothing but to bring Chaos to Om's new order. Omecka herself lays down to Chaos, and only Akshasa can stop Kalista......But will she?

BOOK SEVEN : APOCALYPSE

*Under Construction*

Firstly, I'd like to explain what 'Yans' means. You might be getting all worked up, thinking Oh crap, whats that about, but really its simple - Om is larger than Earth. Her days and nights are longer, seperated by lengthy periods of twilight in dawn and dusk, due to her light sources being entirely different to our sun. Basically, one Yan is two of our years. So Seven Yans would mean 14 years. Got it? A month is called an Ena, and there are equinoxes and such, seasons and time, but I'm not going into extensive details about all that.

Secondly, you may know that Om herself is the physical manifestation of Emotion. Therefore, all the life forms on her surface likewise represent a specific emotion. Since feelings are endless, some are big, some are small, some are lasting, some fleeting, the life forms change according to what they represent, not a natural life cycle. Because Life is used, some aspects mimic the life cycle, particularly on Om's eastern hemisphere, which houses Goldenstone and Isle Iris. On the western hemisphere, life patterns mimic that of planets unlike Earth, so there may be complete differences to the life cycles.

To put it simply, living and dying is not at all like we understand it.

And what I am doing now is creating the stories of those who came before book one - I wrote the family trees for all the major races, I wrote outlines of history, and even though I had a rough idea how we got there, thats all I had. Last night I gave myself a brain strain - no joke - on the family tree of the Royal Family of Goldenstone. From the Firsters to our character in book one, I'm creating the reasons why they married who they did, where they went and what it was all for. Im still not done. And I got more family trees to go.

Man, its hard enough to put two people together, but when they represent emotions? If 'recklessness' could marry, what would satisfy it? And what would its child be?

But its fun. And Im very pleased to be doing constructive work on my most loved of works. I plan to give you sketchy updates on it as I progress, but dont expect too much info. I do want you to have some surprises left when you read the book!

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Omecka's Ledger....2

July 2nd 2009 02:28

In the time between the birth of Xiara and the birth of Aryan my people were well and happy. They developed, learned civilization, as people on all worlds do.

Not long after Xiara was born, the first peoples came to the Isle Iris. Ynatra was the birth of Wonder, that which is felt when one works magic for the first time.

Unbeknownst to all, on the Pupil Island, Pleasure and Desire ruled.

And the great continent of Divisia was in turmoil.

Where my most loved heart, Goldenstone, tends to follow along natural paths of human worlds, and the Isle Iris is her reflection, Divisia is that which is not known or not explained to these same worlds. So vast is she that she offsets my balance. She causes me to spin beneath TwiSun, and later, to stabilize that effect, came TwinSis.

On Divisia they would not hear me. On Goldenstone and the Isle Iris they knew me, they loved me. They saw my significance and I loved them in return. Xiara and Ynatra spoke my words of truth and all humans were happy to live within my influence. Even the tinyest organisims bade homage to me. I did not ask it of them, but was indeed happy to recieve it, and granted them great boons. Between them they sought to join their lines - the Royal blood of Goldenstone, the Holy blood of the Isle Iris. Occasionally, to keep the line strong, they incorporated the blood of villagers, or of the mystical Wolfen tribe.

I asked the Wolfen to remain seperate from the rest of humanity. I gave them their home in the Wolf Mountains, I gave them the Mighty Wolf Pack. Their charge was to observe, record, and keep harmony amoungst the races. Where the Isle and the palace of Goldenstone learned great civilization, the Wolfen remained primitive and clean.

The most of all civilization came from the teachings of my true child, Aryemathea. And she was born upon Divisia.

When Kalla and Lucifer tore forth from my womb, Divisia was a place of fire, lava and rock. Those born there were twisted and like to abominations - born out of the worst of imaginations. The Serpents, representatives of Ignorance. The Harpies, of Hate. The Unicorns of Love and the Dragons of Wisdom.

Aryemathea bred to her husband, the great king Amythest. She was not of Wisdom herself, and thus came to Goldenstone with few companions, leaving her eggs in the care of her king. Few of each race lived, and they were at war. How could they not be.

With a mighty frission I split the continent into four. I raised great castles from the earth. I gave each race a home, and in the centre, did live humans. In order to keep my most precious secrets they had to be severed from all other races and thus remain uncivilized. Though they live in fear of what flies above their heads, they keep their duty.

Between Divisia and my other side, I placed a thick barrier of magic that none may pass without my will. I, the physical manifestation of emotion itself, have such pain to bear. For the whole to function, all emotions must be in harmony. This is the test of Life. And here, where all from bloodlust to peace live in their pure forms, I must hold them. If I cannot, the universe spins out of control as all her creatures follow my lead.

Strange, that a being born of emotion, is not emotional itself.

As Yans drag by and seasons turn I become confused. The great evil of Luxor - Apathy - born on my surface causes all my Life to die, to lose its will. This obscures my vision of my own past.

And I cannot keep straight the lines which rule the emotions. Such calamity. Such destruction, after all we have wrought.

In Divisia, the boundaries begin to break down. Wisdom knows Ignorance. Love is infected by Hate. But I am sad to say, I do not care. Apathy holds me hard. For now, their boundaries hold.

On Goldenstone the Mighty Wolf pack merges to one great unholy beast that turns upon my beloved Wolfen, pure and untouched by the Yans of civilization. Om-Ra, my chief, turns to the castle for guidance and meets only Apathy. It cannot infect him - my reason for their isolation.

The Isle Iris falls into disrepair, and none have the will to fix it.

Pleasure and Desire, not needed, fall to sleep.

And the son of Carlotta and Lycan - the one we worked so many Yans to breed, the one we have waited so long for, the perfection of the two bloodlines, he lives, but he is lost. He knows not his heritage, Apathy has stolen his parents, Apathy opposes him. He hates it, but is infected by it, and thus cannot find will to fight it. Would not know how.

My Mighty Stag. If only I could whisper to you that a Hind comes to teach you to run once more. If only I could whisper the names of your holy parents and break this curse of forgetting. If only the slow and painful destruction of my loved daughter could spark me to wake.

But Apathy's claws hold me tighter than any of my children. The urge to do nothing, to sleep, to embody oblivion.....It is so strong and my will sleeps.....

At least, Kalla and Lucifer need Life. Horror, Terror, Bloodlust and Fear they may be, but for them to exist, they need living victims upon which to feed. This Apathy....It needs nothing...But nothing. Thoughts hurt it, activity is agony to it. Nothing it is and nothing it seeks.....

I hold to my scrap of conciousness. I cannot act, but I must remain aware. To my deepest heart I hold the spirit of Lucifer, while his Queen walks again.

To place our last hope in the hands of a demoness....

It is the only way. Without the words of Aryemathea, can she be strong enough? Can she see.....

Or have I doomed us? Would the universe prefer the nothingness of oblivion, or an eternity of blood and terror? Those seem to be the only choices left.

From such beauty in our beginnings, to have come to this....

Still, it is why I exist.....I exist......I must never forget, that I exist.....

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Omecka's Ledger

July 1st 2009 02:50

(Many thanks to Dianna for this idea)

None can know the scale on which I breathe. None can know the depth of which I feel.

So many beasts live in this universe. The ones I know, the ones I recognise, they are like myself, vast planets upon which they nuture their creatures. In the depth of the universe, life is created in one way and only one way.

The frission of light and heat melded to the dark, cold, vacuum brings forth matter. This matter can choose its shape and when it refuses the natural process of sphere abominiation is born. How do I know this? Because I have seen, I have observed, and unlike the others, I am aware.

All heavenly bodies have their will. But none are aware as I am aware. From them, I was born.

As planet upon planet came into being, some formed into larger life forces that could thus bind and protect them. The Milky Way Galaxy is one such as this - I see him as he swings by me. We are old friends, such as it were. Many of the emotions used in my creation came from life forms within him.

Humans within his heart often theorize of life such as themselves elsewhere in the universe. But the universe is more vast than even they can imagine. Life more prevalent than even they can fathom. From here, with my great eye, I can see the holy trinity as no other can. The light of the Father, the dark arm of the Mother, and the child, the child is Life.

This is why humanoids see three. This is why all living beings feel connected, a part of something greater than themselves, like a great ocean in which they surface and sink at her will. Life has her own will. She is a headstrong child, and she has spread herself throughout this eternity.

As the frission began, and Life herself was born, biological creatures began to feel. Some shared the plane of spiritual, some shared the plane of physical, and some shared both. So many forms I have seen flow by my eye. So many myriads. They populated their spheres, the spheres populated their galaxies, and they began to feel.

As their emotions grew in strength and they all examined them, sought depth in them, a need arose in the universe. The emotions, as they were, were unstable, and whiplashing about the vastness of eternity. These emotions needed a base, a home. A physical representative in which to anchor.

And with that, I was born.

I am not of the Light of the father, or the cold dark of the Mother. I am not of Life, even though my surface carries her. Parts of Life were borrowed so that all emotion may find a home and an anchor.

I am the physical representation of feeling. I am emotion made flesh, and I am Omecka.

My surface is vast, such a wide space that suns fear my mass. In my creation, the waste product of my matter was spewed forth - two spherical asteroids that lock together in Binary formation, forver spinning on their own gravity, in a glittering cloud of cosmic particles. He is TwiSun. It is not until much later, when my favoured child comes forth, that TwinSis is born.

My surface, at first, was molten lava and I screamed in my birth as all biological things do. The emotions of the universe's birth were harsh and painful and thus it was manifested. Through the lava and rock three continents formed - the rocky mass of Divisia covering almost my entire left face. On my right, came the cresent shape of Goldenstone, and the tiny Isle Iris.

The first beings to come forth from the lava pit were pain and confusion. Kalla and Lucifer. As many beings were savage in their first years, these two also took on savagery, fury, hatred, bloodlust. My surface ran red and all biological things born on me were under their domain.

As the universe began to cool, and grow, curiosity and fear were born. Grass began to grow on Divisia and Goldenstone. The Isle Iris, as yet empty of the life of creatures, grew a warm tropical paradise untouched by beast or humanoid.

Kalla and Lucifer still ruled my surface, but the first one born on Divisia had come, flown over the great Turmac sea and gathered to her those humanoids that could hear her words. They went to the Goldenstone mountains and became the Wolfen.

Aryemathea, the universal physical representation for Curiosity and Caution, built the Crystal Peaks.

Having been content under the whims of the universe for so long I now took control of my surface. I had this ability where other planets didnt - or, perhaps, I merely siezed it before it was taken from me. Perhaps it is my awareness, and through my manipulation of the physical manifestation, I can affect the vibrations of emotion throughout all worlds.

I saw, if Kalla and Lucifer were not curbed, they would paint my surface in blood. All emotion would be tainted by them, as they are, in truth, what they represent. It is their very nature to conquer other emotions. But by the same, rage, bloodlust, terror, horror.....They cannot be killed. They live everywhere, in all things, and are thus strong.

So I found a stronger emotion and asked her to come forth. She was Xiara. She was the first of the Goldenstone dynasty.

With her coming and the small death of Kalla and Lucifer I set a curse forth. If I could not destroy them - nay, should not - then this is what was to be.

Kallas body would be born unto every generation. Lucifer's spirit would live, but not his body, therewith, the two could not ever breed. They could not envelope the other emotions and deny them their evolution. Still, Kalla would be, unto each generation, the same body, the same soul, but her consort could not be allowed a body.

As years went by Lucifer's cult stayed in worship. Always there would be humanoids who worshipped the bloodlust, rage and terror. As one red haired witch died, another was born.

Until, I myself fell prey to a greater evil. That which stalks the universe. Is known, but never spoken of.

And that is apathy. Nothingness.

Not to be confused with the Mother's solid darkness, or the Father's effernescent light, and not Life's many bodied form - no, nothingness had come and it wanted birth as had all other emotions and feelings. Apathy was born on my skin as had all others. He named himself King, he Gave Himself a name, and I saw, it was his wish to rule the universe. Truly, this was evil. To infect all of Life, Mother, Father, with apathy, was to bring a true death to all things.

And I saw why I had been created.

For Apathy was now contained in me, and had to be controlled. In the next generation of the red witch I saw how to cancel out both evils.

Within the form of the red witch - by now, my curse begining to degrade, such to the point she was two named, Aryan, by her mother, and Kalla, by the cult, - I placed a seed. One of the great Dynasty of the Isle Iris, (that place solely reserved for the emotions and feelings of magic workers) joined his body to Aryan, and in this joining Kalla and Lucifer were a part. Between Kalla and Lucifer was made a new red witch, the breeding I had hoped to prevent but must now allow, and between Aryan and Ethan was born Alexondra.

My Savage Princess. My key to all things and all worlds.

Apathy sought to control her, as through her could Apathy bleed into all worlds. Struck by Apathy's claws, I myself fell cold and helpless, unable to act.

Aryemathea, my true child, also fell prey to Apathy and my surface was struck by the black rot of inactivity.

And all my hope - indeed, the hope of all worlds now and to come - was upon the demon child. The Savage Princess.

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Well. Winter's over.

July 1st 2009 01:48

As usual, Mum went completely mental over the shortest day of the year. She holds her own private little festival over it, and reminded me harshly of its arrival. Since that day I've keenly felt the few minutes that extend each day, and the burning fury of the sun as he returns to his direct line above our heads. The other day, burning up under him, I thought, we will need every drop of this recent downpour to survive the summer. He is going to be even more fierce when he returns this year.

Yesterday, with the sun mercifully covered, it felt like winter again. And not just cold, but dark, utterly, utterly dark. A lovely day. But this morning, I awoke to warm air. Even Kman commented on the fact it was warm when he got up. It is possible that another snow fall is coming, which would account for the strange heat, but even if the cold days return, I cannot shake the feeling that winter's just gone

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The Changing Mind

June 30th 2009 01:14

Once, a few years ago, I was taken to a party by a friend of mine, a little angel. I was very down, very depressed, very angry. And she took me to an old stomping ground - a place that was familiar but with constantly changing people.

Once there, I got into discussion with some philosophy students who were a good bit younger than me. I said something, flippantly, harshly, as they were discussing effects of God. Conciousness. You must understand, even if they personally identify as Atheist, they must admit to the existance of God for certain philosphy arguments. Angrily, I muttered, "there is no God

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SUPANOVA 2009!!!!!!!!!!!!

June 29th 2009 02:53

I remember the first time I ever went to Big Day Out. It was many a year ago, when it was still cute, without the 'force' that eventually became necessary. I remember feeling like I had come home, like I was finally amoungst my people. But in my Last Big Day Out, I felt scared. Like these were no longer my people, but a random assortment of freaks I had to defend against rather than converse with.

Welcome to Kleonaptra's first ever SupaNova. Truly, now, I did come home - I was amoungst, my people. Kman and I, from hitting the sprint platform at Lidcombe to foray out to Olympic Park, were suddenly and quite refreshingly, mixing with our kind of people. People who spoke OUR language

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Conversations with the ether

June 26th 2009 01:34

The Beast was dancing.

In her soul, with her spirit, she was turning, whirling and spinning

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Music frustration

June 25th 2009 02:41

Id heard a lot about it, and it didnt make much sense to me.

After what felt like an eternity of struggling with Walkmans - continuosly buying batteries, having them leap from my belt to smash onto bus floors (with tape flying in the opposite direction), lugging the heavy thing plus tapes around, having the radio cut out all the time.....I thought the Ipod was the most magnificent thing. When they first came out, I called "Ipod, Ipod!" at the TV in a mournful voice. I explained to Kman how happy these Ipod people were - look at them, dancing, DANCING! Something you could not ever hope to do with a walkman

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Its Time To Talk About Smoking

June 23rd 2009 01:52

Since I first started this blog smoking has been on my mind. Its something I feel passionate about, and one of the reasons I joined a public forum was so I could discuss those things I was passionate about.

Im passionate about it because smoking is a choice. I adore choice. Choice helps us evolve, confirms free will and continually draws humanity towards its future

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Tomb Raider - Finished!

June 22nd 2009 03:33

Well, Ive finally finished Anniversary. And I use the term loosely, as I still have one artifact in Greece, and two in the last level. Also, to obtain the all important infinite ammo, I'll have to complete time trials.

If you go back to my original tomb raider post (please see 'related posts) you will see its taken me over a year to complete. I dont have unlimited time to game on, so I've had to do short spurts here and there. Im also easily frustrated, so hitting a hard puzzle - such as climbing the great pyramid - makes me shy away from it quite quickly

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