THE PASSION OF THE SHADOWS (standard:Flash, 6106 words)
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childhood dreamsAnd battered my self-esteem 

Stole a part of me, that is lost forever. Is there just one thing I can
treasure? A bit of luck, of love and fate. I met a man, and started to 
date 

He holds me, safe, sound and tight. Whispers to me, I am all right He
tells me I am his treasure. Our love will last forever Why? 

I sit alone in the cold darkness of the night Demons dancing in my head
and my heart is impaled with a wounded so deep inside I am asking 
myself will I ever see the light? Memories of you fill my mind, tears 
stream down my face, telling myself how I tried I pull my coat around 
me tighter now, and I ask myself how can this world be right? How could 
you do this to me? You promise you would never leave my side! Looking 
up to the Heavens, I scream and break the silence of the night Why did 
you do it and hurt me so? Why did you leave my side? -  Laying in bed, 
my body covered in sweat, and my mind is dizzy with lust for you. I 
feel you, I crave you, I want you, can you hear me? You overwhelm my 
senses and I feel your power. Your body lays over me now, I wrap my 
legs high and tightly around your waist, not wishing to let you go. Oh 
"yes" I cry out to you, I am begging you, please give me what I yearn 
for and feed my desire. I feel your hands on my face, gently caressing 
me now, I hear you whisper to me, "Hush and be still," and I obey. 
"Soon I will give you all that you desire and even more." I smile at 
him, looking deep into his glowing light blue eyes, I feel a sharp stab 
in my neck and sheer Ecstasy, then I plunge into darkness and into a 
deep sleep. I wake the next morning and feeling sore on my neck. I get 
up and walk over to the mirror and I see on my neck a small bit of 
blood with two small marks. Then a quick flash in my mind of you 
kissing me in the darkness of the night.   He stands behind me, I feel 
his body pressed up against mine, feeling his breath on my neck. I hear 
his voice whisper in my ear. "Do you want to live for forever, my love? 
I turn around to face him, I look him in the eyes, oh his eyes, so 
brilliantly blue, I answer, "Yes". He tells me, "Never will your life 
be the same, you will live in the darkness of the night, you will love 
me forever, I will be your Master, you will be my slave, this shall be 
the your fate. He asked me again, "Do you still wish to live forever? I 
answer him, looking into his eyes;" Yes." His arms holding me, strong, 
but gently, I feel his lips gently kissing my neck, oh god, I feel the 
chills running down my spine, I throw my head back to let him enjoy 
more of my skin, my neck, my breasts, giving my body to him. His kisses 
gently moving down my body, oh I want him. He moves back up to my neck, 
his tongue dancing on my skin, I feel the coolness of his breath, he 
whispers in my ear, "forever love." I feel the sharp sting of his 
teeth, ripping into my flesh, my body aching in pain, I feel my blood 
trickling down my throat, down my breast. I struggle to be released 
from his grip, but I can not. I hear him speaking in my mind "do not be 
scared my love, remember you will live forever, fear not death. " The 
room is spinning, the coldness of the nights air against my skin, I 
feel him, I fear him, I love him, god I feel his heart beat.  Where is 
mine?   I "scream in terror" , but no words come from my mouth, I am 
frightened, my heart beat, is growing dimmer, slower, quieter, I open 
my eyes I see nothing but darkness. I feel him releasing his teeth from 
my neck.  I am numb, cold, limp, like a rag doll in his arms, "Oh god" 
I cry in my mind, what have I done? 

I have met the devil in the full moon's light, " what have I done?" ,
and I hear him whisper to me, " No, not the devil, my love, not the 
devil, just your Master. He pulls me close to his chest, his skin is so 
warm against the coolness of my body, I feel the wetness of something 
on my lips, it is warm, rich, thick, I hear him say, "drink, my love", 
and I sucked the fluid greedily , and I start to "hear" the sound of my 
heartbeat again, growing faster, stronger, I open my eyes; and I see I 
am sucking on a cut on his chest, drinking his blood, I look up at him 
and he smiles at me. Enough he says for now and pushes me away from 
him, oh god I ache for more,  and gazing up into his eyes pleading. 

"No" he says, there will be more later, be patient my little one. He
cradles the back of my head, and gently gives me a kiss, I taste "our" 
blood on my lips. I look around in the Darkness, and everything is 
glowing, wondrous, I can feel, hear everything around me, for I am 
mesmerized by my surroundings, and yet feeling so weak. He gently lifts 
me to the couch, and lays me down, and he smiles at me, and he 
whispers, "rest now love, for now you have eternal life, and you will 
be forever be mine." 

The physical love we share is a beauty in itself wrapped inside you, a
love we share that makes sex the best. When in love it makes it so 
wonderful, to smell, feel, and hold you in your naked glory. Ourselves 
so exposed as to shed tears of gold that wet my face, and to feel you 
shudder so under me is the deepest emotion I have ever felt. 

I wish to place my hand upon your face and draw it close to mine and
press our lips together and slide my arms around you, press your body 
close to mine and give you a kiss of love. A hug so tight to know the 
distance between us is gone and my love is in my arms again. 

I was alone. I didn't mind. There was always me. Then there was you. We
were together. Now we aregone. We are a part. I am alone. Now alone 
hurts. I never knew lonesome. Until I knew you 

dark night. Emptiness and darkness have almost become one in the same. 

Reflective people of all walks of life find themselves, from time to
time, pondering what I refer to as "dark thoughts." What makes these 
thoughts "dark" is not that they are particularly macabre or especially 
sinister. Rather, it's that for most of us of post-college age, the 
activities of daily life”working, caring for children or aging e 
preponderance of our time during the light of day, and it's only when 
the lights go out”when our heads make contact with our pillows in the 
dark of night”that a space opens between our ears wide enough to 
accommodate them. The sorts of thoughts I have in mind are these: Is 
the life I am now living a meaningful one? Do I really believe that 
mom's multiple sclerosis has come to her from God's fatherly, 
providential hand? Given the religious pluralism that surrounds me, and 
the devout and sincere believers of other faiths that I know 
personally, is it really rational for me to continue to believe that 
Jesus is the only way to salvation? Except for people like me, who get 
paid to ponder and explore such questions in the light of day, these 
are thoughts that typically pay us a visit under the darkness of night, 
when we slip under our covers and wait patiently for sleep to come and 
usher us off to temporary rest. The dark thought that I want to explore 
here is this: Could it be that God's saving love is so radical that, 
eventually, all human creatures are saved Our emotional life is much 
more rich of what it seems  to simple view.  The emotion goes  to 
getter with all the actions  and results that always we are doing 
something , even in our dreams  we do a great thing. 

If we were to study what we do while a journey we would watch a lot of
emotions  of low intensity. The fear insignificantly that we had  to 
lookk the watch in the morning fearing to go late to work . the short 
period when  we fell  in the stair , the anger that we felt when the 
clothe we wanted to use is in the washin machine  and keeping in this 
way we could go choosing thousands of small and exiting feelings , and 
all of them without more importance , we had a very long day. 

Of course  it is not the most common  getting  into these emotions  ,
and with reasons, specially if you have another important things to do. 


In the emotions we experienced certain situations, including such
experience a form to be the body: in tension when one is to attack or 
to flee, in relaxation when we are sad, it is excitation when we are 
glad or we loved. It is not that the emotion is exclusively corporal, 
nor either only mental. It is the case that the mental aspect and the 
physical sensations go completely united. In addition all the emotions 
are some type of acts, what constitutes a fundamental characteristic at 
the time of including/understanding them. We will have to watch his 
around, since to the being acts they are acts between acts, this is, 
they go within desires like means to take advanced them. Evidently it 
is easy to recognize that to flee from a danger, to strike to somebody, 
to caress, etc. they are actions. But what we do when, seated in a 
chair, we became distressed thinking about a problem, or when we are 
feeling love seeing how plays our son? The answer for these actions 
apparently "in the air" is varie think about same dangerone, or another 
person who matters to us. But the danger, watched well, it is imagined, 
although he is reasonable. For example, if we are ill we fear that 
without well-taken care of we could get todie, but that possible death 
is so far in image, since once really deads, no longer we would have 
life to give account us. If we have desire to drink a water glass and 
us we drink it, the aim of the act that thirst is ended to drink that 
water glass. The fears also finish: once it happens what they 
announced. We have already put the example of the death, that he is 
extreme. But the same it happens to other fears: the fear to remain 
without friends is finished when indeed the personremains single: now 
more than fear it will feel sharp sadness. The fear implies that we 
directly happened to contemplate the ruin of  desire, moment 

On effort that it involves a disordered life has a weight by same
himself like estresante factor in the global result of an 
excessiveanxiety. Few people are not customary to a chaotic feeding and 
too much fit or irregular schedules of dream. While their exceeded 
freshness and forces allow it, it perishes in the beginning not to have 
negative consequences by the way (, it is the same argument that takes 
to begin to smoke, because it seems, in the first years, that the habit 
does not present/display any damage or annoyance which the veteran 
smokers complain). But when happening the time the disordered life 
passes invoice through the committed excesses or simply our body wavers 
and it collapses when  crippled seeing itself to continue the wild and 
chaotic rate of our life. 

The emphasis put or not put in the emotion like attention object, it
clarify a type of phenomena: normally we worried about the sense of the 
things, and not of how it is our body while we acted. The body works, 
when we paid attention to our subjects, as a translucent glass species 
whose traverse we watched. In the psychosis the opposite case occurs. 
For example, the person takes something with the hand and she is put to 
watch it like something other people's that she does not control, 
forgetting porqué it had stretched it; for such reason it can get to 
draw the conclusion that "a other" manipulates its member without its 
will. In a same day there is all type of emotions. What usually 
interests to us is not that, but as it has predominated. That is to 
say, a person says that she has had "badly a day" or that "contented" 
or "she is gotten upset". What in fact it express to us it is that have 
abounded mainly the anguishes, 

Constantly we are manipulating our body and making evaluations, reason
why to speak of acts estimates a form to be involucrados(1) in which we 
do, this is, we talked about the fact that the course is not to us 
indifferent from the action, but that we preferred that the wished 
thing is made successfully. Desire, in that sense, it is a species of 
advance payment of which we want that it happens and it constitutes the 
sense of our action 

Despite the language of the emotion it distinguishes a type of acts on
which it falls a certain structure that is centered generally at 
moments nails of the actions, providing that interest and intensity 
about which one thinks spoke of the emotion.  What we could call 
excellent emotions conform a type of acts to a reconocible conventional 
logic, what constitutes a fundamental characteristic at the time 
ofincluding/understanding them. We will have to watch his around, since 
to the being acts, they are acts between acts, this is, they go within 
desires like means to take advanced them. 

Evidently, it is easy to recognize that to flee from a danger, to strike
to somebody, to caress, etc. they are actions. But what we do when, 
seated in a chair, we became distressed thinking about a problem, or 
when we are feeling love seeing as our son plays? The answer for these 
apparently empty actions of directly observable conduct is varied: (a) 
in occasions we are at the moment of the action in which we are 
planning and/to plan it is a part of which we do. Thus the fled one has 
diverse steps: when we run, when we looked for a safe place; but also a 
little while of the fled one he is that in that we thought at full 
speed about the necessity to flee, towards where, how, making a scheme 
in a paper. Or one is actions without displacement as it would be to 
rest it fallen down in the bed. Thus somebody can ask, what is making 
fulanito, and we answered is resting. Let us notice that in the 
language, the verbs usually act the as to express actions, and that we 
have verbs that are dynamic (extensive)/to walk /, /to take /, others 
are static like/to think /, /to fantasear /, /to concentrate itself/... 
The emotion is a special form, in the flexivos verbs, to conduct 
battles. For example, to hate thinking will consist of a form to attack 
mentally to somebody, or to love fantaseando a form to give and to 
receive things with respect to a personage of our imagination.  (c) 
other times is the passive rolls of the actions. When we took care of 
of our son and we received from him a smile, or we see that it has made 
a progress, we felt the affection corresponding to which occurs us 

Often the emotion does not see like an action because unlike a greeting,
that it is a short and simple act, in a long and complex project as it 
could be the one of a familiar life, the different moments seem to be 
isolated, separated between, yes, as if the day of the wedding and the 
day that we see retozar to our son did not comprise of the same 
macro-action, the project to have a family. That is to say, that when 
many actions are joined to become a long term project, it is easy that 
we lose of Vista the sense of which we do of such form which we are 
feeling something and we do not know porqué well.  An example of these 
complicated desires in which we lose ourselves can be the 
enamoramiento. During many years we are outlining our tastes, the moral 
values, our form to understand the relation between man and woman, our 
way to think. Suddenly we see one 

We could be asked: if we had wished to enamor a day to us, how it is
that that day in which happens we forgot that we are making a desire 
that we had? This incredulity involves not to recognize itself, to 
forget the inconcreto project that one same one had. If we watched more 
close by the moment at which we recognize the love that we felt, we 
will be able to observe that we did not approach a strange and 
incomprehensible object, towards rather it would be possible to 
dedicate exploration efforts to keep awake its nature, but like a 
familiar length hope time that appears with the changed face.  It is 
not either absolutely chance that Literature and the cinema that they 
have impressed to us more, they supply of formulas oratorias to us, of 
gestures, of ways to seduce, etc.: we used a loving semantics already 
pre-ready in previous years. 

The aggression is a method to directly be able to a desire and an
indirect defensive method to obtain that a desire that we have not 
ruins by an obstacle that interferes. The prototype of the predatory 
war sets the standard to us of the direct style of aggression. In her 
we tried to destroy the resistance that presents/displays the others to 
our expansive desires. The aggressor wants to win at the cost of the 
loss of the other. The interests of the actors become irreconciliables, 
and for that reason difference of the commercial or friendly 
relationsof which the ideal consists of which everyone wins enough. The 
death (total or partial) of the other is looked for like way to take 
control of which the being or having of the other prevents to be or to 
have to his coast. The indirect aggression has a structure of defensive 
method. We defend ourselves of a danger (if we are salesmen, of the 
danger to have left we without clients. 

According to the necessities they change, also new technical variations
are developed, getting up itself to the competitions of the apt 
individuals to integrate itself in the new social system. Any boy of 
our society has to learn to ignite and to extinguish switches: it is 
essential for the manipulation of the modern energies, that they 
constitute basic elements that at other times did not exist. The own 
body has a spatiality , it occupies a physical place in relation to the 
other things, and being in action it leaves from this premise. We are 
body, although we tried to apostatize of it. Also we are for an other 
person with a concrete body in relation to as there is a proximity, a 
possible encounter or indifference. all the social acts imply a way to 
be our body: seated in a armchair, moved away of all, upon a platform, 
of foot after a counter. 

The feelings are forms to act. It is evident when it is struck, one
flees, it is caressed, it is spoken melosamente... But also it is truth 
in case these same actions were not in course but at the rising moment, 
in expectation or anticipation. To drink a water glass is an action 
that is developed in successive technical steps that culminate when it 
is obtained that between the water by the throat. Of course we do not 
drink by chance, but when it desires to us, so it must a little while 
have in that simply we are wanting to drink, we studied how to do it 
and we have not still moved nor a finger in that sense. Of the same 
form the different social projects from life can be at that moment of 
desire (want-to do or must-to do), but its accomplishment will imply a 
well-known physical accomplishment.  A satisfactory life implies to 
have the first desires that to satisfy. 

The movements of which we spoke are of course actions. Even when it
seems to have gratuidad, lack of purpose, like in the game, deep social 
interrelations full of later consequences do not let be (for example 
game one, it animates, it stimulates, it facilitates). An action is 
corporal movement that finds sense in a social culture you give, or it 
is for giving the back him (action by ricochet or abandonment), to 
participate well actively in its construction. 

The same society is a group of men in relation it jeopardize in
production actions, consumption and information. Our high sense of the 
individuality does not have to erase the bottom of the others, without 
which we nothing would be. It is by means of the organized group as the 
person can shine with the  light of ideals, that is to say, desires 
that make. 

All is gray and black, lifeless, pallid:  As the darkness gathers and
swirls, The flames flicker, flash Into deep recesses, the mind dark, 
The terror midnight beckons To the land of darkness, The Netherworld of 
olde! Silence, forever silence, Dark and turbid now are found, 
Terrifying, drab, aghast: The sword Demicles does dangle Above my head, 
line thin, Dripping ere the putrid blood, Wretched now those Long ago 
since beheaded,  The blade dismal, dark, and dreary, Dulled, the 
merciless slicing, Piercing shrieks, the horror, Agony great, crimson 
splash  And carmine spatter,  Dismembered corpses lie,  The new repose, 
Gaunt, the anguish in the redden'd pool Forever lie the ripple drool.  
Prometheus' doom is mine: Fettered the stone, effigy the fury: 
Overlooks the sea peril,  Where brings the forenoon  The eagles, joy 
antithesis: Shredding, ripping, hacking,  Sawing, scraping:  O the vile 
shrieks! 

The fires high so burn, The embers bright with spite,  So earth
trembles, shakes Unto demon eyes Glowing fierce,  Teeth honed fine,  
Jaws gaping bloody, waiting, Now hewn is Charon's oar! 

Bound to my arms  The mares depravity and despair,  Run in directions
opposite. The torture chamber of the mind  Is greater than the hearts 
combined,  Gruesome apparitions here do wander,  Lamenting terrible 
drudgery: death!  Bodies, corpses, all the same Living, dead, dying so. 


Dangerous the mind when dark,  Always deeper into oblivion  I wish to
sink, But alas, no refuge in ignorance found!  The terrors, the depth, 
the mind,  Relentless, tenacious, tenebrous. The seraphs in heaven 
avert me,  The demons under the sea beguile me,  Both in consortium, my 
doom,  No escape, skulls pave the path never-ending:  Eternal sorrow, 
The plague, the Black Death, the Fever Yellow,  All better far than 
insanity, The bane of my discontent. 

When we asked somebody how it has gone to him the day answers to us that
well, badly or to regulate. Throughout the day we crossed multitude of 
small incidents: we encountered, we were glad, we become sad. There are 
many really different situations, therefore a summary of the happened 
one in the day cannot be another thing that a balance according to some 
type of personal criterion.  Constantly we needed to locate itself in 
our own history. On the other hand one is a collective history, in that 
we worked like agents and patients with respect to other fellows. In 
other words, we make balance of since it has gone and it goes our 
social life. For anybody the life is something that is isolated of the 
outside, one puts underneath the skin and the others it does not count, 
but that the person remembers at the time of making balance all the 
relations in which she becomes jumbled in the world in general to or 
length of its life. 

Because an individual can make a balance with regard to its positionin
the society, other individuals - that also make such thing as well can 
give him, like countable result, negative balance. It can happen that a 
family, a group, an institution or whole society is depressed due to 
such luck of adverse judgments. It is spoken then of climate, group 
atmosphere, instead of how it goes to you. 

Everyone has a center from where it contemplates to the others, and the
others are, with respect to that center, in the periphery. For each one 
of the members it varies that center, and of the news that we have all 
of the different centers we can make drawings collective, like for 
example a meeting in circle of friends or a hierarchic pyramid, the 
circular assemblies of the Greek ágora, the cosmogonic model of the 
antiquity like a series of concentric circles, or the present image of 
a submerged very small man-point in an infinite space in expansion.  
The profit and loss statement is a basic element of the action 
strategies. Constantly we are ourselves forced to make adjustments and 
evaluations to print a favorable course to the events. What we can 
understand to improve, that on which the expansive spirit is based, it 
does not consist indeed of which the development of combat operations 
occurs at random or in accepting what comes, but that rather, what we 
set out all is to locate itself over the line that the lived 
experiences have left us as I put in the memory of the set of our list 
of merits, possessions and enjoyments. 

The passage of time that we are summarizing constantly gives a position
us of which we have obtained, to where we have arrived. This we needed 
it to know what is for us to improve or to degrade to us. To know what 
is to improve or to get worse is to have a rule with which to regulate 
the experiences of expansion and reduction. 

When one wishes and makes its desire, it is to taste, but that taste has
to do more than with the mere accomplishment, with the improvement bet 
that has for the person its desire. On the contrary, when the person 
sees that she degrades herself, it reduces its possibilities, its 
knowledge, its power, it creates a sensation of frustration or 
depression to him. Although it happened that by other it makes the 
things normally, to eat to take a walk, etc. it is going to feel a deep 
restlessness, certain melancholy and sadness because it knows that it 
is not improving but that the danger is running to deteriorate itself. 

We needed the last and future time to be able to give a sense to the
present and to be able to us to develop the present in according to 
previous programs or considering future expectations. Where they are 
the past and the future? The only place where that class of time can be 
is in the present. In present we are doing something. The sense that 
has that thing that we do we are not going it to never find relying us 
on the observable fact of the eyes. Let us suppose that we see which is 
with the gunner of the window in the hand, what does? it closes or it 
opens the window. Although we have not seen the beginning of such 
action, if we see that the person retires loosen it, we can deduce that 
before it was closed. os del tiempo pasado y futuro para poder dar un 
sentido We will make a first distinction between which it stops a 
subject is an excellent value, this is, that it maintains a hierarchy 
of desires that allows the coexistence of all of them, and a value 
astringent, that it puts under the other values, poniendolos to its 
service. These last ones are the values to which we will make reference 
here. The extremism needs to play with the opposite ones. It needs a 
being to whom to eliminate and an impossibility to which it looks for 
to be. 

A way to eliminate to be is returning absurd the human life. Desrealizar
the real thing by means of a glance that stages the human movements 
without its intentions: the then performances are lost movements. That 
contemplativa glance returns strange to the humans as if to somebody 
you would raptaran to him at night and amaneciera in the middle of one 
been busy primitive tribe. 

All the thoughts affect all the functions of the organism. The
preoccupation thoughts trigger changes in the stomach, that in the long 
run they can derive in ulcers. The wrath thoughts increase the level of 
adrenalin to the blood, producing diverse changes in the body. The 
thoughts of anxiety and fear increase the rapidity of the pulse. All 
the ideas that have a contained fort almost always emotional reach the 
unconscious one (the mind of the feeling). Once accepted, these ideas 
time and time again continue producing the same corporal reaction. 

It is necessary, therefore, to break that circle by some site if we do
not want to fall time and time again in the same psicofisiológicas 
answers. 

What delay tends to become reality  The brain and the nervous system
respond to mental images, or they are internal or external images. The 
formed images become fixed guidelines and the unconscious one uses all 
the means of which it arranges to carry out his plan. To worry is a 
form to program physical answers that we did not wish and the 
unconscious one acts so that the situation on a map marked in the 
images is fulfilled. "the things that feared have finished happening to 
me".  Many people suffer chronic anxiety, that it is simply an 
unconscious mental expectation of which is going to happen something 
terrible. On the other hand, all we meet who seems to have a special 
magic. It seems that the life overwhelms to them with blessings without 
apparent reason. Of them we say that they have luck. What it seems good 
luck is in fact positive mental expectation. 

THE IMAGINATION ANNULS TO FACILMENTE THE REASON. This it is the reason
by which certain people completely without information hurry towards 
acts or irracioriales situations. The violent crimes originated by the 
jealousy have the cause in a hyperactive imagination almost always. 

But just remember these phrases and the fire of the force that exists on
you will go on forever. 

When the things do not go well for you  and the times are not those that
should to be,nIt only focuses the positive  and it thinks about which 
podria to be. 

It recognizes what it occurs  You do not lose of Vista the last lessonsn
But you do not allow that the thoughts   negatives and pertubantes 
remain in you. 

Taking which you have learned and begins of there.  It extracts strength
of your frustration; and it allows that this interest  of intention is 
your new foundation. 

It is difficult to follow any plan exactly. Although the life at the
moment is difficult, The things with time will go better. 


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