That Which Resides Within

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Where Lost Things Are Found

Before I had become more than what is observed, I had a hobby of hiking(read: wandering) along the shoreline bordered by crumbling cliffs. I enjoyed the sound of the sea, the smell of salt in the air, and the freshly exposed rock formations. Occasionally, I would find something washed up: driftwood, seashells, and quite often, plastic junk.

I considered it a fair exchange, I enjoyed the environment, and in exchange, I helped keep things clean. I also profit from the occasional trinket.

The Loss of One’s Path

I made it a habit to avoid walking there at night. Several reasons for this: changing of tides floods the whole of the path, vagrants, and darkness.

The darkness, I can manage with a source of light. Vagrants I can avoid. But tides would be a life endangering mistake. Of course, some days, luck just fails.

I first became aware of a group of people from their voices. The sounds of the waves breaking masked where the voices came from, but I could see that a group was heading down the shoreline in the opposite direction as me. Normally, this would not be an issue, but today, by the time I was close enough to smell the alcohol, it was too late. They weren’t so much vagrants as they were hooligans. Some unknown joke got them laughing and worked up. Their gesturing in my direction made me feel extremely uncomfortable. When we passed each other, I thought perhaps everything was fine.

It was not.

“Hey You”. That was what I heard, along with the sounds of footfalls dying abruptly. Ignoring them and walking on seemed like a good idea until I heard their footfalls transition from silence, to walking, to running. My own footfalls soon mirrored theirs’.

This chase had me going further down the shoreline than I had intended that day and the tide was coming in. The group slowed and eventually headed back, but they hung around long enough that I didn’t want to return the way I came.

The sound of sand and gravel was soon replaced with the sound of splashing. I hurried down the dwindling shoreline, keeping an eye out for a way to escape the tides.

Desperate Refuge

By the time the water reached my knees, I was starting to panic. Forwards or backwards, it was just irregular cliff face and water. I knew I didn’t want to risk swimming and searched for any kind of rock or ledge. Finding purchase was easy. Finding a stable hunk of rock was not.

Several false starts finally gave way to my getting a couple of feet above the water. Stiff muscles and wet clothing. The phrase “I was screwed” frequently crossed my mind.

Once the Sun set, I was blindly feeling around. Cold. Breathing heavily. Starting to feel numb.

I made it some 3 feet before I slipped. I don’t remember if my shoe slipped or if my hand slipped. My hands were abraded and lacerated by the rough rock face. I slid down some distance before my foot found some purchase. Felt solid. As I tried to relocate some place to stabilize myself, what I assumed was a rock shifted under me. I had started to fall again, but this time, it felt like I fell “in” while the sound of a large mass falling into the ocean sounded. I had lucked into falling into the indentation the recently vacated mass provided. Only, it wasn’t an indentation, but appeared to be the entrance to some cave structure.

I took a moment to catch my breath. My hands stung, my knees stung, and I was exhausted. It was right then, that my calf decided to cramp up on me. Reacting to the cramp, I shifted my weight. There wasn’t more surface to roll over onto. Just a black empty space that I fell into. I felt a sharp pain explode and my vision went white with stars, then I stopped being aware of the world around myself.

Implements of Infinitesimal Transformation
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The Journey From Birth To Rebirth

The denizens of the Earth whose vital essence we seek to extract is locked away. Each member is born a member of a commune, but upon being reaped, are separated into isolated individuals. However, that was not the end of their torment, but the beginning.

Countless days were spent, exposed to the elements. By day, the Sun parched all the members of their communes and their neighbors’ communes. Night provided brief respite as their numbers were tossed about like so much chaff. Day followed night and night followed day. The desiccated forms filled one’s vision. But this was not the end.

The countless bodies were brought in and away from the Sun… only to be sent into a massive chamber where they were beset upon by infernal winds. In time, light shades gave way to caramel. And caramel darkened to a rich brown. Moments later, the sounds of hard dried forms cracking can be heard. Like the sound of crystal rain drops.

What was once a moist and light colored form has been transformed into a hard and bitter form.

And yet, this is not the end of the journey. For before the true transformation is completed, what was before must be destroyed to facilitate the final release. This violent process has no deeper meaning beyond a single word: grind.

Choosing The Path of Extraction

The Path of The Scalding Geyser

One sect approaches the path of extraction through the use of intense heat and pressure. Pure waters are placed within a holy vessel and both temperature and pressure are compelled to gather.

The masses are brought together into a chamber of contemplation and undergo a ritual called “Tamping”. This ritual unifies the masses into one. And when both heat and pressure have been suitably achieved… the fiery of this blessed water is then joined with the unified masses.

Their cheers of release can be heard as their essence flows through the delicately fashioned pores… yielding an intense and rich liquid essence. The essence should be collected in a transparent vessel to make apparent the nature and quality of the liquid essence.

The Way of The Hot Spring Falls

Another sect prefers a more gentle method. Instead employing force to violently extract the essence, the masses are gathered gently together and the blessed waters then poured gently over them.

Both mingle, forming the hints of a vortex, as the essence is drawn out and fused into the fluids. Liquids flowing dark with life flows naturally down into a chamber to collect.

The forms and machinations of this sect’s varies greatly, but are all ultimately geared towards doing the same thing: bringing together solid and liquid together to facilitate release in an unhurried and unforced method,

The Way of The Marsh

Yet another sect decries the methods of the other two. They believe that both solids and liquids should be joined in holy union… not for mere seconds or minutes. But instead, for hours! They would be brought together within a singular vessel and placed within a realm of ice and snow. In this manner, the masses would never be exposed to excessive energies and thus would not convey their bitter feelings as strongly as their essence is extracted. Many have sought the wisdom of this sect and enjoyed the essence produced thusly.

While the Way of The Marsh is a path of modest means, there have appeared those with heavy pockets who have sought artisans to bring forth an instrument that could be considered art worthy of being passed down through the ages. As opposed to a humble vessel.

The Path of Adulterants

While many would accept such pure essences as they are, some have sought a path more entwined with that of the secular world. They would collect and inject such things into the essence of life. I have considered this at length and will commit my thoughts in the near future.

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Making Coffee, The Chuuni Way
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  2. Implements of Infinitesimal Transformation

A Wonderful Drink That Pleases The Chuuni Within

Sometimes, when I find myself at crossroads between unleashing the seal and watching the world be consumed by darkness, I draw strength from a dark brew derived from a humble bean, which has gone through a baptism of fire of its own.

I speak of Coffee! Glorious Coffee! Bitter as heck Coffee!

Yes, Coffee.

I have tried different varieties, brands, levels of demonification, and the many ways in which the goodness within the bean can be extracted out for my uses.

A simple cup of coffee... Such a quiet and plain appearance conceals such massive powers... my Chuuni self considers this a divine drink!
A visage of a humble vessel for a most dark brew.
Artist: Julius Schorzman.(source)

It Takes A Chuuni Village… Or A Global Supply chain

I currently reside within the borders of a country by the name of the United States of America. It is a long name for a country with a relatively short history… perhaps the USA also hides an inner self that seeks to burst forth… ah, a fellow chuuni.

Having said that, the bean which I require, is not produced within the Continental US. There are places that grow and produce the beans in the countries to our South as well to the far east, and the cluster of islands which flies the US flag.

Most all of the brews I have concocted have employed beans from the south and from the island.

It is quite fortunate that in this modern era, a wide selection of beans can be had:

Qualities To Choose From To Quell Your Chuuni Heart

While there are nearly infinite levels of a “roast” that can be achieved, there are really only three kinds that I look at. If you want to learn more about the wide array of roasts, check out:

Light Roast

This level of roast gives the most “green” tasting brew. If you want to experience a hint of spring and the most floral and fruit notes, this is the roast to choose. Due to the fact that caffeine is usually destroyed in the roasting process, the light roast will also have the most caffeine.

Medium Roast

Dark Roast

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Ambrosia From A Far Off Land

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Sensory Bounty From Afar

I had recently falling into a deep and nearly unending slumber. My soul floated as if untethered to my mortal shell. I found myself seeing myself through the countless shattered fragments of an infinite mirror. I chased after countless shards, each one a precious facet of my own self.

Eventually, I was brought back to the waking world, my inner self once again bound tightly by my iron will. I opened my one eye which was not cursed with the penetrating vision of infinite insight. I arose and found that the spirits had brought forth some treasure from an unknown land.

The illustrations on the oddly pliable vessel indicated that much joy would be attained through the consumption of the contents. Yet, when I removed the cap, I found that the contents were as nearly well sealed off as my own inner darkness. An impenetrable membrane of metal. The work of a craftsman to be sure.

It was while pondering how I would penetrate this divine shield that I noticed the pointed tip of the vessel’s cap. Ah! A hidden tool to effect the release of this condensed compound of joy.

Ambrosia of Another world
Kalles Creamed Smoked Cod Roe Spread

The Substance Embodying The Essence of Smoke and Sea

When I applied my cursed eye to extract understanding of the tube’s contents, I learned that the contents were created through an amalgamation of elements:

  • The crushed jewels of aquatic life essence
  • Crystalized essence of sweet flora blood
  • Ground Earthborn Tears
  • Flakes of the Fruit of the Dark Earth
  • An assortment of alchemic powders to increase the longevity of the amalgamation
Jewels of Aquatic Life Essence
Salmon Red Caviar, Premium Chum Roe

My other self that can see into past lives informs me in shadowed whispers that such a blend would serve as a great meal for my own self and that which dwells within. I had nothing which would have properly paired with such a thing, but I entreated to obtain several waif like slabs of the common person’s grain-food as well as the congealed and aged fluid of life from the horned and hoofed creatures of the pastures.

I somehow managed to control my hand… shaking from the hidden soul’s excitement of what is to come… long enough to bring the off white cream and the earthen brown slab together. Thus forming a sufficient platform for the wonder that is to color the canvas of the palate.

Experiencing The Surge of Released Essence

So what gastronomic experiences did this fusion of disparate stuffs of existence produce? If one enjoys the sensation, the taste, and the smell of the sea, then this Ambrosia of a far off land… I personally found it incompatible with my palate. The fishiness of the paste was too excessive for me.

Fish roe paste on cream cheese and crackers. Contains the essence of the ocean... as well as the taste and smell.

Beware… Do Not Use In The Chuuni Vessel!

I have thankfully not committed this folly. However, I felt it important enough to mention: do not try to process this foodstuff within the Chuuni Vessel of Pressure. Bad Things(TM) of an olfactory nature will happen. You’ve been warned

The Chuuni Vessel of Unyielding Force

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A Device Like Unto My Own Self

I was wandering through the ether in search of past life brother and sisters. Those Chuuni who shared the burden of my well of condensed darkness. Some other being or entity that understood the unending burden of keeping within… that which sought to escape.

A power that strained against the bindings… a great force that… if harnessed for good… would be a great ally indeed.

What I found, in my wanderings was a collection of devices very much like myself. Vessels with the destiny of gathering the unseen forces of the world and forcing them deep within themselves. They reminded me of the ancient magic vessels of old. The halcyon objects that condensed the essence of the ancient mages. The vessels which I observed in front of myself bore some resemblance to these mythical devices. In my excitement, I reached out with my sealed inner self and brought the devices from beyond the veil…

“The Instant Pot”
aka
“Vessel of Unyielding Force”

Alchemic Vessel

The vessel in question, simply called the “The Instant Pot”. This device takes in the energetic force from the energy network that permeates the land. The device’s voracious appetite consumes 1200W of energy while it is condensing the ether.

The wisdom of my inner self brought forth a device that could contain 8 quarts of space. And within this space, the device can bring forth heat, pressure, and serve as the catalyst for change. The design and construction is reminiscent of the work of mythic races like Dwarves and Gnomes. The somewhat violent nature of the treatment of the contents… does not seem to be aligned with creations common to craftsmen of Elvish lineage.

Transformation of The Flesh

Over the course of months, I have subjected a wide variety of flesh to the hellish environment of the inner chamber of the vessel. I have found that the generous amount of heat and pressure generated and contained within, the inner will of the living tissue of living creatures are made weak. It is as if the meat had been subjected to the torment of Hell itself… the fire, oppressive atmosphere, and the wearing down of the soul. All of that is found to be evident in the hellish pot.

The moment of release, the device shrieks with the piercing sound of the banshee. Great heat capable of scalding the hands is emitted with great force. The sweet fragrance lulls one into a false sense of heaven within… when the truth is that hell is made manifest in our realm… so that the powers from the dark depths below are brought to bear and render the flesh of beasts more palatable to the average person.

When I gazed upon the bubbling concoction revealed with the opening of the vessel… I felt my inner demons roar with a force that drove me to restrain my sealed arm. I was trembling with the desire to consume the transformed flesh.

Once the urges had subsided, I feasted upon what the vessel yielded and found the flavor and texture to be comparable to the effort of a cook having labored for the better part of the day. Truly an amazing device.

Fusion of Nature and Magic

Encouraged by the results of the transformation of beast flesh, I brought forth willful tubers and taproots. Having been spawned below the ground, having fed upon and grown on the darkness. I worried that the similarity of the elements would not yield a result to my liking.

I had sought the familial cousins of the nightshade family… and upon finding them, I extracted their fleshy bodies. Several hefty hunks, cleaved from the whole, were placed within the “The Instant Pot” along with the requisite amount of pure spring water. The ritual I employed with the beast flesh… I employed with the severed hunks.

I watched as the vessel brought to bear the forces of the underworld and once again wondered at the calm on the outside of what was otherwise an incredibly inhospitable environment being formed. Time passed and the shrieking of escaping souls came to pass. I gazed upon the contents and saw that the white flesh of the plant body had darkened, taking on a dove grey color… even slightly earth like.

The texture was dense and amazing. The flavor took on a flavor that was reminiscent of nuts.

Indispensable Device of Gastronomic Alchemy

There are apparently a wide spectrum of forms with which these devices take form!

Their external colors span the colors of the rainbows. Their form as varied as the beasts that roam the Earth. They come from far away lands as well as nearby neighbors. Truly a wonderous tool of our era!


The Loosening of the Seal…

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Every Ending Has A Beginning

Ah, how long has it been? It seems like I have been holding on for an eternity. This inner burden and weight. Every step has been full of anguish and pain. Every motion… an intense battle of wills to restrain the forces that have taken root within my very being. My body and soul struggles in an endless battle to keep that which is within separated from the peaceful world that we have come to know.

It is as if an inner self, having steeped for a long time, sought to be freed from the confines of the within.

Inspirational Change From The Darkness Within

It was a night not too long ago, where I heard the calling of my other self. A cry for release. To breath the fresh and untainted air that it is denied while imprisoned within this tainted body. My arm, bound and sealed through my own efforts… trembles at the thought of freedom. At the mention of the possibility of being able to escape those frail bindings.

I found the calling too much and I had to find another way to release the pressure and burden of maintaining this constant vigil!

So I offered an exchange… or perhaps it was that which was within that made the deal… and it was I who accepted the bargain.

To grant the venting of the darkness within… I summoned forth the powers brought forth through my bloodline and periodically… allow the formless powers from the inner depths flow into this world. I can only hope that the world is able to withstand the unseen darkness that lingers in the ethers. But it is a far better price to pay than the complete unsealing of those bindings. No, those must never be unsealed… the horrors would be too much. The damage to the world… unthinkable.

A devil’s bargain… the seal remains… but loosened.