So,
i’ve seen glimpses of this coming forth,
and i know i’m getting there…
I’m becoming,
the becoming being,
OBeryon.
I’ve started this transformation long ago.
And those who know me long enough,
might still remember,
how my original name,
when i came here,
was already a spell,
in itself.
Yberion.
You’ll
B.
e
right
into
our
nexus.
From then,
i’ve progressed,
into a stage,
i never wanted to encompass.
I’ve grown to a stage,
which forced me,
to remember,
even embody,
other eminations of mine.
And so after a break,
i came back under a new name.
Calling myself Yberioth.
some,
recognized that hint in it,
Oth.
Oath.
The unspoken.
The hidden.
That’ which isn’t to be seen,
or to be public.
But trusting into myself,
and our community here at Balg,
i moved forward.
I accepted the name,
and grew into it.
Now,
it’s been calling me again.
Again,
i faced massive change,
few even want to endure.
Again,
more then just my “self” was at stake.
Again,
challanges arose,
and pushed me,
clearly carved a path,
and they simply didn’t rest,
until i’d realize it.
Until i finally come to terms,
with actually ACHIEVING,
not just seeking,
what i was supposed to become.
So the Book of Oberon was given to me.
And i have to say,
i was truely shocked.
I couldn’t have guessed,
or enticipated,
i’d someday wear that name.
Nor,
that i’d be such sure,
such firm,
in knowing,
it’d be MY name.
Oberon,
the 81th Spirit,
not mentioned,
in the classic necronomicon most of us used in one way or the other.
Truely,
a hidden Entity.
One,
which didn’t really count into the Panteon,
yet,
was there,
all along.
I was stunned,
by the fact,
that the Book was written several hundred years before my current incarnation.
Yet more,
i got stunned,
when i called out,
to those spirits,
in my service,
and they finally Answered.
“Yes, Master”.
I couldn’t get used to it,
at the beginning.
And to be fair,
currently, I am still at the beginning.
I spent years,
serving others.
Always knowing,
i held more potential,
then most of the people i served.
Always knowing,
there’d be more to it,
then i could see by then.
Always knowing,
that i was equally having a sense of Ruling,
as much as i served.
But stepping into those Shoes,
and becoming,
that what i couldn’t even dream of,
or make up,
back then…
I’m not sure,
if i can even express the emotion.
Yet,
this is just another beginning.
And as i’ve promised myself long ago:
When you fall,
built a new base,
so anytime you fall down again,
you’d fall less deep.
I knew,
years ago,
that to really overcome some obstacles,
and be free from them forever -?
You couldn’t keep repeating the same old mistakes constantly.
I forced myself to grow.
And while my Physical body seems quite unchanged,
on one hand,
i have people pointing out to me,
and telling me,
that they can simply see it.
That i am,
a different person then back then.
And now,
wearing the Gene,
i crafted together with Rory,
i know,
i can change my Physical State,
in ways only old Grimoires,
or Horror Stories describe.
In ways,
unbelievable,
to a mundane mind.
Very recently,
i did a healing on myself.
Following,
the same guidelines,
i teach here on balg,
on how to do it.
I removed a sickness,
which could have taken me out,
at least for several month.
And in doing so?
I’ve found,
the sickness was just a reminder.
A reminder,
to follow something,
i already knew,
but didn’t execute on.
Something,
my body didn’t want to tolerate anymore.
And so,
yes,
i had to cut some cords.
I had to remove people,
and objects,
out of my life.
Because i needed to make room.
Because i was forced,
to acknowledge,
that those weren’t as good for me,
as i might wanted to belief.
But rather,
to allow new things,
and new people,
to take place,
in my life.
Some speculated if i’m on my knees.
Some thought about,
if i fell down,
and maybe won’t even get back up.
I can affirm you,
very surely,
i’m not on my knees.
Nor will i be.
I can tell you,
yes i fell.
By my own choosing.
And what i’ve falled down on,
would years ago,
been the roof,
of what i even believed to be possible.
So i’m comfortable there.
But that’s not a reason to give up.
That’s not a reason,
to keep down,
and retrieve.
For what once were the greatest i could imagine,
is merely a footstool,
to what i am now.
When i began this working,
on restructuring my consciousness again,
i believed it to be a matter of programming myself anew.
Like i had done in the past.
To write line by line,
the biological mental code,
which keeps my body functioning,
and my mind answering questions,
i sometimes don’t even know the names i’m asked about in.
When i began this,
i thought i’d recreate myself,
they way i did before.
I couldn’t been further from the truth.
For this,
is not a Spirit riding the flesh matter,
anymore.
This,
are Spirit and flesh combined.
And so,
while i progress into my new Self,
not just my mind changes.
My Body already started transforming as well.
And as of now,
i don’t care,
if i’ll have Pictures,
showing of how cool,
and how strange my controlled mutation will look like.
For, i’m not doing this to impress anyone.
I’m doing this,
for myself.
And regardless,
how others will look at it,
i know,
what i’ve invested to get here.
I know,
how much i burned on the altar,
and which Sacrifices it took from me.
I don’t need to brag about them,
for this is not a matter of fame.
Or of confirmation.
By now,
Spirits manifest in front of me,
and tell me:
“how could you even question that!?!”
So call it UPG then.
Call it unverified personal gnosis.
For i shared my methods.
You can do it yourself.
If you dare to do so.
Long Live OBeryon!
Sincerely,
¥’Berioth