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This post is full of spiritual stuff. If you don't like metaphysics, there's the exit. It also contains an annoucement about a novel and terms that denote draconic social concepts. Thank you.
If you know me, you know I like to write.
If you write, or if you know me well, or both, you've probably gotten the speech/conversation about "how I write," complete with images of mental barriers between me and my characters of various strengths and porosities.
And you've maybe asked me, or I've told you, how Eredien fits into this system. And watched in vague bemusement (I watch myself in vague bemusement in those moments) completely tounge-tied trying to explain the situation there, because there aren't words to explain how there's no barrier, or why there's no barrier, and why it would be bad for there to be a barrier. And no words to describe how I am so much more myself when I'm being...myself...who happens to be a six foot tall green dragon calienshan. Who isn't a character: I think of that novel* as an autobiography more than anything else.
I found this link through Laurel's livejournal friends page. (Hi, Laurel. Thank you so.)
An introduction to something called "soulbonding". Or: A Story in which Fictional Characters Aren't.
Please read this, karimislan; it is important to read this if you want to understand what most of my daily life involves. *Unfurls wings and bows low* I suspect that many of you will also find it eerily and wonderfully applicable.
Essay on Otherkin, Walk-ins, and Soulbonding
I have a name for my life now.
*I have decided that I am writing this novel first.
If you know me, you know I like to write.
If you write, or if you know me well, or both, you've probably gotten the speech/conversation about "how I write," complete with images of mental barriers between me and my characters of various strengths and porosities.
And you've maybe asked me, or I've told you, how Eredien fits into this system. And watched in vague bemusement (I watch myself in vague bemusement in those moments) completely tounge-tied trying to explain the situation there, because there aren't words to explain how there's no barrier, or why there's no barrier, and why it would be bad for there to be a barrier. And no words to describe how I am so much more myself when I'm being...myself...who happens to be a six foot tall green dragon calienshan. Who isn't a character: I think of that novel* as an autobiography more than anything else.
I found this link through Laurel's livejournal friends page. (Hi, Laurel. Thank you so.)
An introduction to something called "soulbonding". Or: A Story in which Fictional Characters Aren't.
Please read this, karimislan; it is important to read this if you want to understand what most of my daily life involves. *Unfurls wings and bows low* I suspect that many of you will also find it eerily and wonderfully applicable.
Essay on Otherkin, Walk-ins, and Soulbonding
I have a name for my life now.
*I have decided that I am writing this novel first.
What they call soulbonding
29/1/04 22:08 (UTC)Huh. Guess not. Sometimes I forget that I'm weird. :-)
Oh, and the people in my head say hi. *cheerful smile*
-Astarloa
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30/1/04 05:32 (UTC)Anyway, welcome to the group of people who finally found a name for the stuff inside their heads!
~Laurel
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30/1/04 06:59 (UTC)Re:
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1/2/04 06:47 (UTC)Re:
1/2/04 12:08 (UTC)I tried to do this yesterday, but it didn't post
30/1/04 09:41 (UTC)—Richard Bach, "Illusions"
Ariel says he knew this already.
You have a name for your life now. That is very cool.