Shattering Humanity-Chapter 361: Yggdrasil Realms, Mindcscape Battles, & Their Purpose {Part 2/2}
"Easy is it to know | for him who to Othin(Odin)
Comes and beholds the hall;
Its rafters are spears, | with shields is it roofed,
On its benches are breastplates strewn.
There hangs a wolf | by the western door,
And o’er it an eagle hovers.
The sixth is Thrymheim, | where Thjazi dwelt,
The giant of marvelous might;
Now Skathi abides, | the god’s fair bride,
In the home that her father had.
The seventh is Breithablik; | Baldr has there
For himself a dwelling set,
In the land I know | that lies so fair,
And from evil fate is free.
Himinbjorg is the eighth, | and Heimdall there
O’er men holds sway, it is said;
In his well-built house | does the warder of heaven.
The good mead gladly drink.
The ninth is Folkvang, | where Freyja decrees
Who shall have seats in the hall;
The half of the dead | each day does she choose,
And half does Othin(Odin) have." -The Poetic Edda: GRIMNISMOL Verses 10-14
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MaMmon DæMon: "You see, we as intelligent, organic computers all have a Yggdrasil, or a mental tree that represents the mind, body, and soul of each individual.
Attached to each one of our personal Yggdrasils are 9 realms.
At the very top is Asgard, the realm of the Gods, and for only the Gods.
Very few are allowed to step foot in such a realm, never the less one not born from there.
Next, is Ljósálfheimr, a realm that resembles much like what I’ve remodeled this flattened city into, a quiet little forest.
However, in the true version of Ljósálfheimr, the elven folk wander about.
It is said elves are so beautiful and posses unbelievable spiritual elegance, those factors are the sole reason the race had to be placed in a separate realm."
Down below, the green and symbiotic eyes of the top heavy man, narrow at the acclamation.
Esau(thinking): *That reasoning alone sounds way too fishy and too patronizing for me.
There is another reason elves are separated from the others.*
None the wiser about the Esau’s sceptical thoughts, the lecturing witch continues. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖
MaMmon DæMon: "On the adjacent half of the world tree, there is Svartálfaheirmr, or the land of the dwarfs.
Much like General Nephilim and his people who live in the mountains, the dwarves are unmatched at mining, smithing, and crafting, so the realm they live in is a vast mountainous region.
At every peak of a mountain exposes another cluster of mountains to mine and forge for the men and women who live to get their hands dirty."
Annoyed at the long winded explanation, Esau finally interrupts.
Esau: "Ya know, how come every time there is a simple response, I have to get the entire lore of your people and your thought process?
I simply asked-"
Suddenly, an acorn zips through the wind, is fired right into the open mouth of the ranting man, and hits the back of his throat.
He shortly chokes on it before spitting the perfectly thrown nut to the grass beneath him.
He looks up terrified and MaMmon still has her arm out from her throwing motion, her face twitching in anger.
MaMmon DæMon: "I was getting to that, you goddamn imbecile."
Swallowing his spit down his thankfully cleared throat, Esau leans back and shuts up.
MaMmon DæMon: "Next...is...Midgard."
She repositions herself back into a comfortable spot before returning to the explanation.
MaMmon DæMon: "Midgard, is the realm we as intelligent organic computers consider, ’the real world’.
You and all other humans who were born naturally into this realm wouldn’t understand the feelings of a being like myself, born unnaturally here.
It is the opposite of a human born in Asgard, I am a God born in this realm of mortals "
From the darkness behind a very doubtful Esau, the snout of Garmr sticks out but as the yellow eyes look up, they see the even more intimidating stare of the Old Norse witch shooting back at him.
The nose retreats back within the darkness before MaMmon continues.
MaMmon DæMon: "I’ll spare chewing the fat and spreading knowledge then, to tell you I brought him from the frozen gates of Gnipahellir, within the realm, Hel.
But yet, all of these ’realms’ are just old Scandinavian ’mythology’.
But did you know, unchosen Esau, one man’s myth, is another man’s religion."
Esau looks back up at the moon perfectly in the center of the forest center opening.
MaMmon DæMon: "As proven with Seiõr, just because most monotheisms solidified, delegitimize, and demonized paganism along with mythology as simply ’fictional literature’, doesn’t mean they are the actual universal truths."
The gracious woman gets back up to her feet and willingly drops 20 yards to the hard ground but with a soft, sturdy landing.
She turns her back to the sitting Esau, while he keeps both cautious optical sensors on his "ally" giving her moonlit soliloquy.
MaMmon DæMon: "Speaking of which, there is something I’ve begun to notice, while watching and studying Skalmönd’s little boyfriend, the Yang Vessel.
Specifically his blessed ’Eye of Wisdom ’."
Thinking back to his one encounter with Katsu, it was when the young Izanagi Captain had swooped in and saved Princess Rebekah from the assassination attempt, but was ’sent packing’ by the boot of the would be assassin.
Esau: "He doesn’t seem that tough.
I punted that punk all the way into Roronora City.
If he was any threat, don’t you think he would have been more elusive, instead of a nuisance of an obstacle between me and my revenge?"
MaMmon disappears behind a tree and doesn’t reappear.
MamMon DæMon: "He’s playing dumb, foolish unchosen one."
From behind the tree Esau is leaning against, MamMon DæMon’s green fingernails gripping the bark to the trunk and she fully appears behind him.
MamMon DæMon: "If you look at the illustrated representation of both the Yin and Yang contemporary forces, his whole schtick as the Yang Vessel, is to be the bright and shiny, happy-go-lucky, glass half full leader. When in reality, his inner core is dark and evil, and if that core is allowed to express itself, then Skalmönd’s boy toy would be willing to use his full potential to not only wipe out humanity, but more importantly, my hubby.
It has come to my understanding that the sole purpose of Mindcscapes, is so those of us with continent altering potential or so the Yang Vessel with his unlimited destructive force, doesn’t destroy the entire planet."
Esau sucks his teeth at the declared information.
MamMon DæMon: "In contrast however, the man I’m fated to be impregnated by..."
Esau gives her a disturbed and wierded out side stare from her inappropriate description.
MamMon DæMon: "Though he is hard nosed, a little bitter, nihilistic, and has no filter to his true beliefs. His core, his beautiful, bright core. Mutually ambivalent to all ideas, beliefs, practices, theories, constructs, and people as they are presented.
His core is the truth, and my husband is the truth."
Not turning in shock, but keeping his cool, annoyed Esau doesn’t realize the difference in nail polish. The man moderately knowledgeable with Seiõr, doesn’t know he is now talking to a different DæMon entirely.
Esau: "When this apocalypse is over, you should bring that magic act on the road.
Instead of playing God with us humans and falsifying their understandings of this universe."
MamMon DæMon: "Watch your tongue, unfortunate one.
You know just as well as I do, Seiõr users haven’t been considered legitimate ever since our practices were considered unholy by all majorly enforced beliefs."
After she claws five marks into the bark of the tree out of her own anger, MamMon takes a breath.
MamMon DæMon: "I’ll also let you know, misfortunate Esau, after the successful recruitment I have established this past month, I may still view your unique and hate fueled values as an irreplaceable asset. Although, I have come to realize I no longer need you in my organization to successfully defeat Skalmönd and her band of misfits.
Just so we’re clear."
Esau: "A King can claim his kingdom in the middle of the circus, but that alone doesn’t make a palace. Without any support to help the monarch succeed, he’s just the King of the Clowns, trapped in a cage with a lion."
MamMon’s nose and eyebrows twitch in rage. The depressed man turns away from the argument and calms down.
The "lone wolf" reaches into a close by bush behind him and moves his hand around. He stops, pulls back, and in his clutch is a half wittled, wooden block.
Taking his Bowie knife back out, he carefully shaves a small piece off the unfinished craft with the tip of the (still unnecessary for the particular task) large blade, then studies where the next area to cut will be.
MamMon looks at the carved up block of wood in his battle damaged hands.
MamMon DæMon: "As proof of yesterday’s events, another reminder; caused by you, even with my Nye-omnipotency and near future predictions, I cannot fully predict your truest intentions, nor that weasel of a Yang force’s.
So when I ask this, I mean it with true sincerity..."
Esau slices another thin piece while listening to his leader.
MamMon DæMon: "...But is the finished result of that going to be a model figure of your beloved, late wife?"
Another piece is cut off vertically and another. The man seeming to have a certain idea for his project, doesn’t answer her polite assumption.
Sucking her teeth, and spinning around so fast her cloak audibly flaps, MamMon walks away from the concentrated artist, hood on.
MamMon DæMon: "I’ll see you tomorrow, you forever forlorn sad sack."
