I cannot believe I am doing this. Pretty much no one will believe a word I put down. My life is possibly THE most impossible existence about. I don’t even know where to start. To be quite frank, despite my continuing story spanning a couple of years, it all happened so fast. One year I was a nerd and a dreamer with no direction in life, the next year, I start talking to demi-gods, killing demons, chatting with faeries, astral projecting into various planes, looking into the future, and foiling the unending quantity of nefarious plots of an evil demi-goddess and her many minions all on a daily basis. And that is just the beginning.
I do not write this to boost my ego nor to entertain a reader with fiction. I am writing this thingy for myself, first and foremost. I do not know how to explain it. Notagh the Sluagh is to be ignored, for I write regardless of him. I do not ask you to believe every word I put down, but it would be nice. All of the following may seem fabulous, but it is real to me, and to be honest, that is all that matters.
I’m writing this, inspired from Sylar, because it started off as a joke, but I thought it would be nice to keep a diary thingy and to…aww forget it. I’ll just begin.
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A note: I DO NOT ASK YOU TO BELIEVE ME! THAT MEANS YOU NOTAGH AND PSIGUY! IF YOU FIND THIS TOO FANTASTIC TO BE GROUNDED IN REALITY, YOU MAY DISAGREE, BUT AN INSULT IS IN SUCH BAD TASTE!
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Even as a child, I have believed in the supernatural (which turns out to be not a super as one would have thought. I was always told not to put faith in such things by every grown-up I have ever met. No child truly understood me either, so I was basically all alone with my dreams and wishes. This state continued for MANY years, but I never gave up hoping that my dream would come to pass.
At twelve, I first learned of the relatively new religion known as Wicca. Needless to say, I was stunned. I had first glimpsed at the possibility of all I wanted coming true. Granted, Wiccans do not shoot fireballs out of their hands or teleport, but there were other amazing gifts. Precognition, astral projection, telepathy, healing, clairvoyance, and using spellcraft to do things like manipulating the weather, summoning mystical entities to do one’s bidding, and granting wishes were all things available to a practicing Wiccan. And I just ate it up, trying to know what I could.
Then, one day when I was 14, I discovered a spell that would allow one to communicate with faeries, and on Halloween of 2004, I used that spell, and from that day forward, my life was NEVER the same. I was granted fae companions, a water sprite, a dryad, an undine, a gnome, a sylph, a salamander, and an electrical sprite, and through a couple of years, up until early 2007, we shared many minor adventures. More happened, but I will get into that in a moment.
Various media influences such as superheroes, video games, and fantasy TV shows aroused my interest in Psi. Back then, I knew nothing about Magick outside of a few Wiccan rituals, so I thought every power used around was psychic. One day, browsing the internet, I learned the accurate names of various TK powers, and I was determined to learn as many as I could, so I started searching the web for as much info as I could. That is how I found mytelekinesis.com. I remember my first comment being “Please put more Hydrokinesis techniques!”.
My name “Twilar Sylaethus” (twee-lair see-lay-thoose) was actually the name of my Dungeons and Dragons character, and later I learned that my “name” was actually derived from words in the Faerie language known as Sylvan. At the time I put down that first comment, it was the only name I could think of, so it stayed, and as I became more and more knowledgeable in the Arts, my name became somewhat iconic.
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As I had my first fae guardians, I met a sylph named Airielle, who wanted to be my friend, so I invited her into my life. There was nothing sexual. To make a long story short, she was working for a queen of Faerie. Carabosse, was her name, and she was queen of the Unseelie Court, one of the two most powerful kingdoms in Faerie. Before I go any further, I must profess that at the time, Carabosse was affected by madness that gave her bloodlust beyond comprehension. I also learned that I was chosen by the Divine to be a guardian of Earthworld and Faerie. A protector. The Queen of Air and Darkness wanted my power. She had sent Airielle to spy for her on me, and I only learned of all of this by what seemed to be chance.
For some months after I learned of Carabose, I found myself struggling to protect various fae in an attempt to keep myself safe. I had learned the queen and Airielle were plotting to steal power from other faerie monarchs to become absolute tyrants of both worlds.As my first task as guardian, I had to stop Carabosse.
Airielle had later transformed into a powerful dark-winged angel under the name Tespari, and I learned that Airielle, and six accomplices of hers, together they were called the seven “Useirias Obulas”, were manipulating the mentally unstable queen as a pawn in their plan.
I must backtrack now. A year before I learned of the Obulas, I had discovered a portal into Faerie, but was assaulted by the portal’s guardian. I barely escaped with my life.
A year after the attack, I was much stronger in my powers now, I returned to the portal and killed the guardian with Electrokinesis. It was a difficult battle, but in the end, I succeeded. The late guardian was soon replaced, as I had learned the portal would have taken me directly into Carabosse’s palace, making it a powerful asset to both parties. Upon speaking with the replacement, I converted him, and he prepared an Unseelie counsel in which I was to speak. My plan was to start an upheaval in the Court which would result in the banishment of the Useirias Obulas. Instead I received an audience of Carabosse, herself. We were engaged in a fight that lasted for quite some time, but it ended when I lygokinetically broke her staff of power and my sylph friend, who had done some spying of his own, showed her how Tespari and the others were manipulating her.
Carabosse broke into tears and later decided to make up for her madness by hunting down all seven of the Obulas. I soon later had the seven put to death. I had just saved the world.
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I do apologize. Many of my events are NOT in order, as, like I said, it all happened so fast. The next story happened before I battled Carabosse and killed the Obulas.
I have told of a great adventure, that in Faerie may become some epic ballad to be remembered by every troubadour forever. I must now speak of some of my experiences on the site. Now, those who were here before the site crashed would remember the article: “Twilar Sylaethus-the horrible truth”, and that was possibly one of my worst moments here.
Here is what happened. I am always an advocate of using PK and Magick peacefully. Always, but at the beginning of the site, and now to a lesser degree, many kids just wanted to learn the powers to impress friends and beat up bullies. I will admit that I wanted the same thing at several points, but it takes much maturity to realize that there is more to the Arts than simple revenge and personal gain. And despite my many lectures, and information, my fae guardians were teaching me after all, some people would not listen.
One in particular, Dequan, simply would not understand this fact. I go onto the Umbrakinesis article, one day, to find in the comment box that Dequan wanted to learn to make a shadow ball to hurt someone. I calmly replied that he had no understanding of the Arts to make a request like this, and should examine his motives of learning before he went further. Well, needless to say, De bitched at me like a woman with PMS. So, being young and not knowing any better, I bitched back. I never got an argumentative comment back. Instead, I received an article written in my name saying that I was a filthy liar with no true information on PK. At first, this is hard to put down, my heart raced and my body shook as if someone put a gun to my head. I do not know why, it just happened. It was the first time it happened, and I was petrified.
I calmed down afterwards, and my guardians decided that I should put a peaceful resistance against the article. Their words, my hand typing it, for they could not do it themselves. I had it all planned out, but the plan came to a halt when I went back to the article to find that some imbeciles actually believed I had written that trash. My plan changed drastically, but I was saved. A couple of people in their right minds defended me. One in particular, Psionintraining, protected my honour. I remember his words exactly. “…This article is nothing but the mockery of a Great Man…”
That was really all I needed. After that comment, and many mindless imposter-ing on Psion and I, the slandering dissipated until the article was gone. Later, more slander came, first from Psiguy and Butt-head, and later Notagh. And while both bothered me immensely, none of them were as bad as Dequan that one time. I really could go on and on about this, but I will not. There are more important things to tell.
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I am sure all the readers have heard of Peter Pan, (my Goddess, no one will believe this), but not that many know of what he truly was. Those who have read the book “Peter and the Star-Catchers”, will be more knowledgeable. Here is the thing, many of the things in that book happened, as Pan did live two hundred years ago, and the book has most o the boy’s origins correct. Peter Pan was an orphan boy who was exposed to too much Glimmer-dust (aka Faerie Dust) and as a resuly, did not age and could fly. The Dust was an incredibly powerful form known as Starstuff, some of which smothered an island Pan was shipwrecked on, transporting it into Faerie.
But why am I telling you this? Simple. While meditating and soul searching one night on the meaning of my many dreams where I am flying, I discovered that Peter Pan was one of my past lives, and because of this, I learned an incredible ability I could use in the astral realm. The power of levitation, which later developed into flight.
I astral projected into Faerie soon afterwards, and my flying took full force. I zoomed across Never-land at incredible speed, releasing star-stuff and expanding the landmass of the island and creating fae to no end. It was possibly the most incredible experience I have ever had.
I AM NO LONGER PAN! I DO NOT THINK I AM IN ANY SENSE OR FORM! IT WAS IN THE PAST, TWO HUNDRED YEARS WORTH! IT IS ONLY THAT PAST LIVES AFFECT FUTURE ONES, AND WITH THIS IN MIND, JUST… JUST DON’T BLACKLIST ME AS THE PSYCHOTIC MORON WHO THINKS HE IS A BELOVED LITERARY CHARACTER.
Little did I know that later, Never-land would become a catalyst for a greater mission than I could have anticipated.
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Early in the year 2007, I discovered a way to better speak with the metaphysical world, giving me a wider scope of my power.
It was through this that my magickal experiences continued. Now, one of the things that first brought me to all the magickal world was actually a Disney film. “The Little Mermaid” to be exact. (Goddess, this is so embarrassing.) The whole of Ariel’s undersea world was my first initiation to all of the rest of my life. I loved the Merfolk, and wanted with all of my heart to be a merman, or at least have a mystical ability and go to an otherworld with that ability. I had no idea that I would get all of that.
(Sorry, but I am having my events mixed up and bust backtrack from Ariel for a moment.)
Sometime in April, I learned of the Welsh God Math fab Mathonwy. One of his myths was that to retain his kinghood, he had to use a virgin’s lap as a foot rest when he sat at his throne. Instead of a deep meaning that most folklorists found in this myth, I saw it as a sort of s3xual initiation into his bed, this virgin thing. Apparently, in his many years of life, Math had taken hundreds of lovers and fathered thousands of illegitimate children in Faerie. On talking to one of his past faerie lovers, whom I had saved from a Roc, Math…I cannot get into many details. The important fact was that I saw a mental picture of this man and lusted over it like many young girls fantasize over celebrities, and that he developed his nymphomania due to a great loss in his heart almost 1500 years ago.
I did not know that a great force had sent Cupids (angels of love) to me to fill my loneliness. It so happened, that in yet another past life I was Math’s true love, a forbidden affair only the greatest romance novelists could put down, and that I was tragically murdered, ruining Math for the next one and a half millenniums.
Coincidentally, my murderer was one of the Obulas, whom I later sentenced to death. Freaky, huh.
The unseen Cupids arranged for Math and I to reunite, (One person from a past life will look exactly the same in a future life, as a note) and while it was awkward at first, it really was love sparked. Unseen to my family, due to Math’s invisibility, he lived with me and we truly were…sorry I am too mushy.
There was a problem. Only at certain times could I actually see him, and I could not touch him at all. I could always sense him though, so he could be with me always. That problem, however, did cause trouble in the relationship. It caused my promiscuous side to come to full force.
Finally, I return to the Little Mermaid. Now, a month or so before I defeated Carabosse and killed the Obulas, I became initiated in all things mermyd. My learning of the Obulas brought me to one of its members. The Sea Witch, Azori, who was involved in the actual happenings of the true Little Mermaid fairy tale. (Remember the Fableweave? That force brought fairy tales to reality, including Hans Christian Andersen’s most beloved story.) Apparently, Azori was intent on destroying the entire empire of the Merfolk that existed in the waters of Faerie.
Now a mermyd junkie like myself, who was charged with protecting Faerie, would not stand for this. I had no way to track Azori, so I got some help. I conjured the aquatic Daemon known as Vepar, to hunt down the Sea Witch and foil her plots. In short, my mission was an absolute success, and my reward for masterminding the whole event was a chance to visit Lemuria, the capital of the Undine empire in Faerie, and to swim with my beloved childhood figures, as well as a high rank in the nobility (which has since expired, but I still visit Lemuria every now and then).
It was there, astral projecting into the watery realm, that I met the Undine Queen Nicksa, known by her friends as Nyxie. To make a long story short, she was stereotype of the Disney film’s title heroine, and I fell in love instantly, regardless of Math. (Hey, I never said I was perfect.) I later impregnated Nyxie, and the child would have inherited Lemuria’s throne.
I had several other boyfriends. Oberon, king of the Seelie Court of Faerie. (I had met him earlier, and after a short-lived divorce with his wife, Maeva, aka Titania, he stayed with me for a while, and I got close.) Eros, the winged archer, child of Aphrodite. )Yes, he is real, but he is not a baby wearing a diaper. That and Psyche, his mythological love had passed away.) Darius, diabolic prince of Hades. (He was not evil in any way, shape, or form. As a Devil, he was merely an embodiment of darkness, while Angels are embodiments of light.) And several others that only lasted a couple of weeks.
As to Math, Nyxie, Oberon, Eros, and Darius, I fell for all of them, but in my heart I knew I could not make it last with all of them. I knew it was wrong. In the end, I chose Math, my literal soul mate. It was a good thing too. Oberon and Maeva reconciled. Eros was called into work charging the Cupids, and could not make time for me. Darius got caught in the flux of Light and darkness colliding, and needed to do soul searching. Nyxie lost her baby, and we split up soon after. All of this happened after I chose Math, and we have been together ever since.
I still am friends with all my past loves, at least most of them, and we meet every now and then.
To Be Continued…