Zeus’ Fury | #Poetry | #Poem | #Prose | #Quote | #Writing | #Storm | #Darkness


Zeus has unleashed his lightning storms
An excuse besieged in frightening forms

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Zy Marquiez | The Lightning Baron
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Tornado Of Fears
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A Storm Of Imagination On The Moon | #ShortStory | #Writing | #Imagination | #Creativity


BreakawayIndividual.com
Zy Marquiez
April 19, 2019

Arriving on the moon employing a lightning strike that would reverberate for hundreds of miles, I meander along the grey and vapid dust covered terrain to see how my friend is doing.

Noticing her asleep with her face buried in an artbook, I say, “Hey, you alright?”

No reply.  I tap her on the shoulder about to whisper, ‘Are you okay?’ when she jumps perplexed and wide-eyed.

“Hey,” I say.
Groggy, she says, “Hey…sorry…”
“No apologies.”  Nodding to the drawing book that’s on her desk I say, “So what are you working on?”
Flash-fast, she snaps it shut saying, “Nothing.”
“Uh huh,” I reply.  “Just like all those books you have over there,” as I motion to the books, “And that crate of notes you have behind you.”
“That’s none of your business,” she replied immediately.
“Re-lax, it’s all good, I was just curious, meant no harm by it, really.  So you come to the moon to get work done too, huh?”
Rubbing her eyes with the base of her palms while waking herself up, she replies, “Yeah, I like this place.  It’s peaceful.”
“And barren.”
“Don’t remind me.”
“Here,” I state while handing her a cup of scalding coffee.  “Here’s some – “
She snatches it from my hand and drinks the boiling cup of coffee in record time as my mouth just opens slowly, wondering why she didn’t feel anything.
“We’re on the Moon, remember?  Or did you forget?”
“Yeah, yeah, just never saw anyone drink a cup of scalding-hot coffee that quick.”
“Well we’re not on Earth, you know,” she states matter-of-factly.
“Touché.  You know, you missed it,” I said switching the topic.
“Missed what.”
“I came here in my best Zeus impersonation, arriving with a lightning strike and everything.  You should have heard the thunder.”
“You forgot the puff of smoke,” she couldn’t resist saying.
“Nah, that’s too over-the-top.  I like to keep it low key, you know.”
Suppressing a small laugh, she shakes her head saying, “You’re something else.”

My reply was a slow shrug with palms facing upwards.  Thence, noticing some of the decorations in her newly-decorated private cozy alcove, I can’t help but comment.

“You’ve made it home-y here.”
“Can’t put a price on comfort, you know.”
“You’re right about that,” I said.
“I heard explosions over on the other side of the Moon early this morning.”
“Oh…yeah…about that…”
“What?” she replied curiously.
“That’s probably Yoda training younglings in the ways of the force using the mind to defuse explosive devices and all that jazz.”
“Yoda’s on the Moon?” she said perplexed.
Everyone’s on the Moon.  He likes to hang out with Socrates you know – a meeting of The Minds of there ever were one. They live in a cave on the other side by this enormous crater.”
“You know Socrates too?”
“Uh, no, but he knows me very well.  He knows everybody better than they know themselves.   Just wait ‘till you meet him.”
“Sounds fun,” she replied eager.
“It’ll be a thrill, I promise,” was my sarcastic and yet honest reply.
“You don’t sound too, uh, reassuring you know…”
“Oh, no, it’ll be lots of fun.  And lots of everything else too.  You’ll understand when it happens.”

Sinking into her mind and placing her forearms on this cozy rocking chair she had, she rocked slowly for a couple of minutes in deep thought.

Not able to resist the urgh, I ask, “So, about that -”
“Don’t ask.”
“Why can’t I know what you are drawing?”
“Because it’s none of your business,” was her reply with enough emphasis to build a bridge to walk on.
“You mean this?”  I said as I magically had the drawing book in my hand, pulled out of thin air with a flash of the mind.
Looking back at her desk, then at me, then at her desk panicking, she snapped off, “Don’t!”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t you dare open that – “ she started to say when she began being held by her arms by two SWAT team members while duct-tape covered her mouth.

“Time-Out,” I said in my best Zack Morris impersonation wherein everything froze, with her eyes bug-eyed wide.

Snapping both fingers, a classroom of young kids manifests with dozens among the students.
Continuing in my best professor-like fashion, I state, “What we have here class, is a failure of imagination,” I say as my arms gesture a sweep to my friend.

There was a slight earquake felt throughout, making all the kids nervous.

“Worry not, it’s just Yoda on the other side of the crater training younglings,” was my attempt at calming the kids nerves, knowing better.

My friend’s reply to this was slowly narrowing her eyes, fighting my use of imagination with hers, slowly, but very powerfully.

Continuing on, I add, “What’s the #1 Rule Of Imagination?”
“Anything’s possible!” says one of the student’s in an overly enthusiastic and yet annoying manner.
“What’s Rule #2 of Imagination?”
“”Hell is empty and all the devils are here.””
“Wait, what? Why are you quoting Shakespeare?  That’s not Rule #2.” was my reply, as I quickly turned to him in curiosity of his response, shifting from having my eye on my friend for a second as our minds battled for control of the current circumstances.
“Look at her eyes, THEY ARE BRIGHT RED!”

Turning to her and instantly panicking, I put my palms up in resignation, saying “Wait, wait, wait, wai-“ when it happens.

She unleashes a death-ray my way just like Cyclops from X-Men, that I dodge by a hair’s breadth, which scorches the landscape for hundreds of miles, as she sweeps her eyes chasing me as a target while she simultaneously turned both SWAT team members into pillars of flaming dust that whispered away into the environs.

After stopping, seemingly exhausted for a second, I interrupted her quickly saying, “Look!  I was kidding, I wasn’t about to look at your drawing book, it was an act in jest you know.  Think about it, if I wanted to look at it, I would have merely manifested the drawing book out of thin air fully open, no?”
“Oh…yeah….I guess you’re right,” she said in contemplation, while rubbing her temples mentally exhausted from what she just did.
“I know it was hard to tell at the time, but I was going to give it back.”
“Guess I got a little carried away…”
“A little?” I reply with an overly-excited gesture pointing at the horizon that had been pierced by her laser-eyes moments ago.  “You just remodeled the Moon” I said with incredible emphasis.  “It usually requires asteroids to do that, you know?  I’ll admit, that was a sight to see.”
Replying with a small smile, she asks, “Really?”
“Hell yes!  Woman, you just sliced off a chunk of the moon, LIKE IT WAS A SLICE OF CHEESE,” was my reply with a loud laugh.  “With.  Your.  Eyes!” I said pointing at her artistic work again to prove my point.  “How many people do you know that have done that?”
“Nobody,” was her reply with a shy smile.  Continuing on, she states matter-of-factly, “That was cool.  Sort of.”
“Understatement of the millennia.  Though I don’t know if cool is the word that I would use to describe it.  I’da probably said ‘That was hot’,” was my reply in jest.
Laughing, “Okay, yeah.”
Looking at the watch on my wrist, I say “You know, it’s getting late.  I better bolt.”
“Like lightning?” she eagerly replied joking, proud of herself.
Laughing out loud, I reply, “Okay, smooth operator, that was good.  But yeah, it’s that time.”

Summoning another one of Zeus’ signature lightning strikes, this time an order of magnitude more powerful, the thunderbolt pierces the ground in a echoing equally in all directions as I vanished out of sight.

Him and his damn lightning bolts was her first thought as she shook her head.

Pensive for a minute, she stood there taking in the sight of the barren and aridly cold landscape.  Thence she looked left, then looked right, making sure that nobody was watching.  While smiling in sinister fashion, storm clouds begin manifesting within the atmosphere slowly circling ahead brought about by her mind, increasing speed with every second. In apocalyptic-like fashion, she unleashes hundreds of lighting strikes across the landscape, with the most powerful lightning strike being a bright purple one that she unleashed as her thundering departure, literally bolting out of existence.

Dozens of miles away, Yoda says, “One lightning strike, that was not,” as he mentally absorbed what took place while taking one of his signature deep breaths.  “A spectacle, yes, yes it was.”
“A spectacle of what?” replied Socrates intrigued.
“A spectacle of imagination,” was Yoda’s reply, as he smiled in his ever-knowing way.

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Author Notes:

[1] My quoting Shakespeare about ‘Devils’ and so on isn’t a shot at anyone, but finding an intriguing quote to add a little depth to the story.  It’s not meant in any negative way; the quote and the scene are merely my point to convey that while the character might look like a devil, it was obvious she was not.  To the children she seemed like a devil because they saw her fearfully, but to me she was someone with superpowers.  I hope that makes sense.  Moreover, the story is to show off the power in imagination that individuals don’t know they have within themselves.  That’s the main point of the whole story.

[2] I wrote this 3 day ago, right after the other short story on the moon.  I waited because I wanted to share it with the person whom I believe inspired this post, but seeing as the internet is one confusing cluster-@#ck of unknowns, I just decided to share it here and just be thankful of whomever was in fact the person that inspired it since I really have no idea at this point.

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About The Author:

Zy Marquiez is an avid book reviewer, inquirer, an open-minded skeptic, yogi, and freelance writer who aims at empowering individuals while also studying and regularly mirroring subjects like Consciousness, Education, Creativity, The Individual, Ancient History & Ancient Civilizations, Forbidden Archaeology, Big Pharma, Alternative Health, Space, Geoengineering, Social Engineering, Propaganda, and much more.

Stranger On The Moon | #Creativity | #Imagination| #Positivity | #GoodVibes | #Writing | #Story | #CreativeWriting


TheBreakawayIndividual.com
Zy Marquiez
April 15, 2019

Here I am, arriving on the moon drenched in water (don’t ask, we’ll get to that) when I see someone crawl out of a painting.  The first thing in my mind: well that’s something you don’t see every day.

A person just contorting their way between the frame of a painting, and landing nigh flat, in nigh perfect balance.  In.  High.  Heels.  It was a miracle she didn’t stumble.  Hell, I don’t know how women do it. 

She looks at me, as I’m drenched in water, and asks, “So, guess you didn’t know about the painting trick huh?”
“I prefer going for a swim, personally.”
“What route did you take?”
The Airport
The Train Station
The Pentagon
Lemuria
Machu Picchu
The Local Starbucks
The Great Pyramid
The Bookstore
The Louvre
Atlantis
“The local pond.”
She suppresses a laugh, and says “You’re kidding” as she gives me the most quizzical expression with her hands on her hips.
“Just like it sounds.  I figured out you can get to the moon through the local pond.  It’s a stargate in disguise, so easy to hide.”
“Figures.  You learn something new every day I guess.”

“Anyways, so – “ I was about to ask…
“Don’t ask,” was the curt reply.
“Fine, I won’t.”

A minute passed by as we just took in the vast expanse of space.

“What are you thinking about?” she inquired.
“And I quote, ‘don’t ask’”
“Why do you have to be so rude?”
“Says the Ice Queen,”
“Hey water works, shut it,” she snapped off.
“I was just giving you a dose of – “

I was cut off by a slow raising of ‘the finger’.  No, no, no, not the middle finger.  The international “Shut the f@#$ up sign” index finger.  My hands raised in resignation and I gave in.

Fine” I said.
“Fine.”

Tens minutes later…

“So – “ Instantly couldn’t resist.
“Don’t,”
“You know I’m going to ask.“
“Fine, get it over with,” she finally gave in.

But I just started off into space.

Turning her head slowly at an angle, she glares at me impatient.  Very impatient. 

“Well aren’t you going to ask?”

I just nod slowly over the horizon.  She glances left, and we just stare in awe.

She eagerly quotes, “Well that’s not something you see every day.”
“Wait.  Wait.  Wait.”  How did you know I said that?  I never said that out loud.”
“I have my ways.”
“Oh really?  Is that so?” my curiosity replied.

The nod was slow, ever so.  We still glanced over the horizon, amazed at what was taking place right before our eyes.

“We should take a picture of that,” she said in awe.
“We should.”

She begins taking out her camera, and I hurl frigid water straight from a bucket.  And she’s drenched head to toe, and she’s pissed.

“How did – “
I have my ways,” I said as I bolted towards the stargate.

“Hey!  Where you going!?”
My voice is trailing off as I yell, “Someone’s going fishing with explosives, and if I don’t make it out now then I’ll be stuck here.  C-ya!” was my reply as I ran for my life.

As I’m about jump through the Stargate, at nanoslowness, the gate disintegrates and I end up crashing like superman headfirst into dust.  Now I was drenched in water and covered and dust.  She loved that.  She was reveling in it.

“Don’t you gotta go somewhere,” I snapped off.
“No no no, this is good,” she said hysterically.
“Not as funny as your ticket back home.”
“What….” She echoed slowly craning her head backwards.

Her eyes widened as the painting’s a blazing inferno.

Dropping her shoulders in resignation she says, “I guess we’re stuck here.”

“You started it,” I smirked.
“Well played,” she replied.
“I guess we’re stuck here until someone else comes along through another one of the unknown paths.
“Guess so.”

Staring into the horizon for minutes, she asks “Well aren’t you going to ask?”
“Nah,” I replied promptly.
“Why not?” she replied sadly.
“No no no, don’t get sad.  We’re going to be here a long time, questions can wait.  But that view though, just look at the Earth.  Are we ever going to see a view that amazing of it ever again?”
“Hopefully.  But I get what you mean.”
“I wish I could paint that.”
“Oh you mean like this?” she says as she motioned to the side a full painting, an exact replica of what we were seeing.
“That’s cheating.”
“Okay fine.”
“That was neat though.  I haven’t learned that one before.”
“Hey genius,” she replies with enough sarcasm to walk all the way to the Earth, “why don’t you take your own advice on imagination?”

I raise the finger, ever, so, slowly.

“Shhhhhh.”

She says not another word for nigh an hour.  We just started ever-perplexed at the same object that had shimmered out of nowhere previously.

“Wanna take a selfie?”
Ugh.  I don’t do selfies.”

She merely narrowed her eyes.

“Fine fine fine, we’ll do it your way this time.  But only on one condition.”
“What’s that?”
“That we get to use that thing over there,” I nodded, “as the background.”
“Why?”
“Because nobody on Earth is going to believe the picture is real, and that just makes it that much more fun.”
“Yeah, because they’re totally going to believe us being on the Moon without that thing.  Totally legit.”
“Hey smart ass, just roll with it okay.”
“Okay okay fine,” she replied.

Taking her phone out of her water-dripping purse, she was readying the camera for the selfie when –

– I snapped my fingers and disappeared in a puff of smoke, as a note drifted slowly thereafter.

Picking up the note, she laughs, puts it in her purse, and stomps her stiletto on the ground and vanishes.

Waking up from having my face buried in a book, I yawn ever so slowly.

While I’m stretching waking up, I realize there is a note folded within the book I just woke up from.

Laughing, I put the note away, and make a paper airplane after writing two lines it, and aim it softly at the closest painting as the plane vanishes out of sight.  The kid’s eyes next to me got enormous while I mouth “Shhhhhhh.”

The kid smiles, and he starts making a paper airplane.  As he’s about to launch it, I close the book and the bell rings.

I have to get back to class.

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Author’s Note:

This post was totally unplanned until nigh an hour go or so. I read a post from someone that spoke about the Moon.  That story reminded me of the post I wrote a bit ago called “Have You Ever Walked On The Moon?”  More importantly, the post was inspiring, and this was what I wrote off the cuff.  My mind is still total mush, so hope it makes some semblance of sense.

Lastly, the kid in the story is merely to serve that imagination is contagious, just like what happened with me right now.  You’ll never know how the smallest of circumstances will stoke the embers of someone’s imaginations.

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Suggested Reading:

Have You Ever Walked On The Moon?
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Emotional Bank Accounts: Mutual Funds
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Emotional Bank Accounts: Gems Gems Gems, Babies Everywhere!
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Poker FlashBack: Swimming With Sharks, Swimming With Whales
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You The Individual Are Author Of Your Own Journey, Of Your Own Destiny
Harry Potter Fans Trash Talk?  Say WHAT?!
Consciously Creating The Road Of Change, The World Of Tomorrow
What Are Your Personal Defaults?
The Opening Salvo, The First Minute
The Seeds Of Today, The World Of Tomorrow
Assumptions Are Mother Of All F@!$ Ups
Piercing Perspectives #1: Taking Things For Granted | Health & Mindset
Piercing Perspectives #2: You The Individual Are Extraordinary
Piercing Perspectives #3: The Divide & Conquer Left Right Paradigm
Piercing Perspectives #4: Poker As A Mirror For Life
The Individual, The Foundation Of Society

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About The Author:

Zy Marquiez is an avid book reviewer, inquirer, an open-minded skeptic, yogi, and freelance writer who aims at empowering individuals while also studying and regularly mirroring subjects like Consciousness, Education, Creativity, The Individual, Ancient History & Ancient Civilizations, Forbidden Archaeology, Big Pharma, Alternative Health, Space, Geoengineering, Social Engineering, Propaganda, and much more.

You The Individual Are Author Of Your Own Journey, Your Own Destiny


BreakawayIndividual.com
Zy Marquiez
April 5, 2019

Life is an adventure in every which way and it offers no straight roads.

There are myriad circumstances we will all face individually, but life’s roads are littered with lessons of all types, people of countless backgrounds, and fascinating circumstances that honestly make most movies and books pale in comparison.  Then again, modern movies are big on content, but lack meaning and depth, much like the mainstream media.  Given that, perhaps comparing life to a movie isn’t a salient analogy.  That said, the sentiment is there since a movie tells a story, and we all live our own stories.

With that in mind: what’s your story?  This question is for every individual reading this.  More importantly, this question is literal, metaphorical, rhetorical and analogical.  Why would I ask this question on multiple tiers?  Because life, by its very nature, operates on multiple tiers, and each of these various tiers are significant in one way, shape or form.  Only seeing (or considering) one of these tiers, is akin to only remembering 6 out of the 24 hours in your day; it is merely remembering the morning, and forgetting the afternoon, the evening, and night time.  That’s a lot of to miss out on, a lot to go unconsidered.

The multiple avenues from which to consider your own life – your own story – are merely for inner rumination since (1) we as individuals – myself included – don’t tend to think  of our lives as a story, (2) we tend to see life through highs and lows, static circumstances and the like, and nigh never through the full latitude of circumstances that made you the individual who you are.

The main reason I ask, “What’s your story?” is because I learned from one of the books that I purchased last fall, though it’s name escapes me at this moment, that each of us has a story to tell and those stories are woven within so much depth that it would inspire others to take deeper consideration into what every individual has gone through if people were to know what all individuals have experienced.

Along with that sentiment,  another benefit of asking someone what their story is, is the fact that this question pulls the ball in the other individual’s court – it allows individuals choose what part of their story they want to focus on.   Every story features endless depth once circumstances are pondered upon intricately; however, most of the time, when we engage in conversations, the questions are so narrow the only lead for a limited scope of consideration, rather than a vast ocean of possibilities to draw upon.   And what better well to draw from, than the ocean of life, an individual’s life, and the endless circumstances that they have been through?

People can be caught quite by surprise when that question is asked because it’s not the standard run of the mill question most people consider.  Not only is such a question nigh never asked, but the consideration of life a story is never given a second thought.

At times, it takes people a second for the question to click.  Once it does, then they open up, and it’s incredibly fascinating to see what individuals first center up because (1) it will usually be something that is important to them in the grand scheme of things, or (2) something that’s important to them at the moment, such as something they are currently worrying about and so on.  Either way, the answers are a gateway, an inner window to someone’s mind, someone’s soul.  It’s incredible to witness, especially if their eyes light up as they tell their story.  If that circumstance takes place, that’s when you know the story means a lot to them.  That’s paramount.  If that transformation is not magic, I don’t know what is.

Some of the most interesting parts of someone’s life, of someone’s story, are all the obstacles that individual has conquered.  It’s ironic because, everyone including myself, tends to forget how many issues we have overcome.  Why is that relevant?  Because perhaps if we saw the obstacles we have conquered individual as significant parts of a resume of life, highlighted by everything we have ever overcome, maybe we – myself included – wouldn’t get so down on ourselves as individuals.

Maybe instead of getting dispirited at a circumstance, we wake up feeling like a million bucks every morning; perhaps we don’t allow circumstances to get the better of us because we know we’ve handled similar circumstances dozens, if not hundreds of times, and as far as you’re concerned, this current dilemma is merely the latest one, and merely just a bump in the road.  NO BIG DEAL!

So go on, when life throws issues at you, treat them like dust; dust of your shoulders off, and worry not about whatever life throws at you, because ultimately, you are here.  Let me say that again:  you are here reading this right now.

Why is that relevant?  Because not only do you have to be centered and focused to read that statement (which is one of the reasons I love reading so much, it forces the proactive engagement of the mind) but because for you to be here implies that you had to have gone through your own personal struggles, irrespective of what they have been, and come out on top.  On TOP!  And yet, you’re still here, aren’t you?  You still have ass kicking to do and names to take?  I sure hope so!  If not, I’m not sure what you’re doing reading this.  Maybe dancing with the stars is on?  Something worthy of your time?

Or maybe we simply need to become our own stars, and instead of dancing with stars, we become the stars that dance to the tune of our own drum, in our story because nobody else can do that better than each of us individually.

Nobody can be a better you than you.  Isn’t that neat?

Your life – the entire breadth and scope of it – is so damn unique that nobody has lived a similar life ever, and nobody will after your story is written in stone.

Now that you are pondering your story, are you in control of your story, or is your story in control of you?  Why do I pose the question in such a manner?  Because if you let the hamster wheel dictate the circumstances, that wheel is in control; but if you do not, then you are in control.

Often times we get swept up in life’s tidal wave of idiosyncrasies and just become the hamster on the wheel, rather than the one that escapes it to venture the roads of life, the winding roads that make life the adventure that it is.

Those winding roads are never straight for too long, never easy, almost ever.  That ease of travel in the trail of life makes us complacent, it makes us soft.  It makes us like the fighter that doesn’t spare, the knife that gets dull, it makes us incapable of operating at the ‘top of our game’.

Life’s roads are like a rollercoaster, ups and downs, twists and turns, moments of joy and moments that just make you want to puke.  But when each ride in the roller coaster is done, when each road we take finishes and is conquered, isn’t that exhilarating?  Isn’t each of the roads you take that much more fascinating knowing how much you overcame and how much you learned from it?  It sure seems like the very definition of an adventure.

Adventures that make life that much sweeter based on what significant obstacles have been conquered.  The tougher the obstacle, the more you gain from it, the more salient the lessons.  Lessons woven in some of the toughest circumstances you will face, but lessons that will also become part of who you are, who you choose to become; lessons that can become foundational components of your future.

What’s your story?  Or better yet, what’s your story going to beOnly you – every single one of you – know the answer to that.

But it’s sure interesting to think of life as a story, isn’t it?

What’s in the past, is in the past.  The past is set in stone, but the future isn’tIt never is.  And the future begins today, right now this very moment.

Be wary of the road.  But remember, no matter where the road leads, life will always be an adventure; an adventure with you as the protagonist.

And you get to decided whether you slay the dragon, or not; whether you swim in the depths of the abyss, the depths of the unknown, or whether you remain on the shore, wondering where those waters lead.

Why?  Because it’s your story, and you are the author of your own story, your own destiny, and you always will be.

And if you ever happen to see Bilbo or Gandalf in your travels, tell them I said hello (they really are more fascinating than most give them credit for).  Why would I say that?  Because as I am writing this, this is my story, and in my story I’ve met them both.

What are you going to write in yours?

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What’s Your Story?

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Zy Marquiez
April 3, 2019

Every individual has a story to tell, a story that is equal parts mystery and equal parts success.  Seeing life through the perspective of a story is captivating for it allows a point of view that’s much broader than merely seeing life through the lens of an everyday rat-rate.

Stories have been a staple of human beings since time immemorial.  From the times since proto-man and proto-woman used to communicate around a campfire eons ago, all the way up until now in modern time, stories are told every day.  Why is it then, that we all tell tells of myriad types, and yet do not see life itself as a story in the grand scheme of things?[1]

Perhaps it’s simply a matter of perspective.  Irrespective of that though, each of our lives is a story.

It is now time to ponder master story teller, Gandalf.  Why Gandalf?  Because, as Cory Olsen Ph.D. makes known in his phenomenal book, Exploring J.R.R. Tolkien’s The Hobbit, states:

“Gandalf is a storyteller, as Bilbo recalls, telling “wonderful tales” at parties about very strange and outlandish things such as “dragons and goblins and giants and the rescue of princesses and the unexpected luck of widows’ sons”.[2]

You might be thinking, so Gandalf tells stories, so what?  I am glad I peaked your curiosity.

Why is Gandalf the focal point?  Because:

“Gandalf is not just a story teller; he is a story-maker, for “tales and adventures sprouted up all over the place wherever he went.”[3][Emphasis Added]

Gandalf, is a master of his destiny; so are you.  Not only does Gandalf tell stories, but he creates them everywhere he goes, just like all individuals do.

Each of us individuals creates stories; what those stories encompass is not as important as the fact that they are yours. 

But we, as individuals, tend to forget our own stories.  We tend to forget what we conquered, what we created, what made [or makes] our life so incredible.  And yet, the story of the individual – your story – is always within your life book, always within its pages.

Where I would usually ask someone, usually when first meeting them, but not necessarily so, “What’s your story?”, I would do so because I wanted to know their story as they saw it themselves.

However, here the question is not being posed from me to you because I want to know; the question is being posed from me to you because I want you to remember your story in its full breadth and scope.

You remembering everything you’ve accomplished, remembering your story, is vastly more important than anyone else knowing it, because there is nobody else more important in your story than you. 

Only you know your whole story, only you can remember it.

What are you remembering?  What have you conquered?  What things did you create?  Because of what you created, what possibilities have you created?  How many pages are you backtracking and reading in your story as you mentally sift back through them?  Where did you venture?  What monsters have you slain?  What lessons have you learned?  Have you run into any Bilbos or Gandalfs in your story?  How many obstacles have you overcome?

Only you know the answers to questions above, and countless othersBefore the world knows you, you need to know you. 

And once you realize the totality of you – the individual – you will realize that your story is filled to the brim with tales of you overcoming obstacle after obstacle, slaying demon after demon.

At that point, the point where you remember your story, you will realize how powerful you – the individual – are.

Then the world is in trouble, because, you will be unstoppable.  Why?

Because it is your story and you get to write it however the heck you want.

Your path, your story, is never set in stone.  You have the power to change your story at any given time because it is inherently yours. 

Go forth like Gandalf, and create your own story. 

Nobody can stop you for it is your story.
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Sources & Notes:

[1] Am talking about the majority of people with that statement.  Some people do see life as a story, but this notion is something that’s not oft-considered by most, or at least, most individuals that I’ve run into.
[2] Cory Olsen, Exploring J.R.R. Tolkien’s The Hobbit, p. 19.
[3] Ibid., p. 19.
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Suggested Reading:

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Have You Ever Walked On The Moon?
The Opening Salvo, The First Minute
The Seeds Of Today, The World Of Tomorrow
Piercing Perspectives #1: Taking Things For Granted | Health & Mindset

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If you find value in this information, please share it.  This article is free and open source.  All individuals have permission to republish this article under a Creative Commons license with attribution to Zy Marquiez and  BreakawayIndividual.com

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About The Author:

Zy Marquiez is an avid book reviewer, inquirer, an open-minded skeptic, yogi, and freelance writer who aims at empowering individuals while also studying and regularly mirroring subjects like Consciousness, Education, Creativity, The Individual, Ancient History & Ancient Civilizations, Forbidden Archaeology, Big Pharma, Alternative Health, Space, Geoengineering, Social Engineering, Propaganda, and much more.