Siddhartha Gautama
WARNING: CONTROVERSIAL MATERIAL
As mentioned in the previous entry, this is another controversial one, mainly because it not only involved another major figure, but because of what happened in 2014.
When Omen was a mainstay of my chatroom, he would endlessly talk about whom he was, his knowledge, and lives. Of course, no one believed him because the stories were so unbelievable.
The only people who did believe it were those who were attuned enough to know better, or those who were curious enough to find out more. Those who found out more would have their reality and belief system challenged.
One of the stories, was how Omen had somehow taken half of Buddha’s Soul. I never heard him tell it previously, but it was one of the reasons why people chose not to believe him.
Was it a true story? Well, that’s a good question. This is the conversation I had with him when I asked him about it.
Gary: Question, if you’re up for it.
Omen: Yeh.
Gary: Can you tell me the story about how you took half of Buddha’s soul?
Omen: I was his Veda: a bodyguard. I don’t know the term for it, nowadays. He broke our agreement, so I took whatever I could and left.
Gary: How did he break your agreement?
Omen: It was for a lifetime, he didn’t finish.
Gary: You mean he died?
Omen: No. He left. Husked. [I believe this is a term for just leaving your body behind.]
Gary: Probably got bored. But if he left, how did you get his half?
Omen: I caught up to him. As if I’d just sit there and go, “Ok, bye.” The rest of him left. I took what was mine.
Gary: Interesting. Was it tasty? [Omen was always telling me what souls tasted like. It was often the first thought he had when he saw someone, “I wonder what you taste like.”]
Omen: No. I still have it: Can’t do anything with it. Got the gold stuff in it. [Omen was allergic to gold.]
Gary: I thought you said it was gone.
Omen: It’s not attached to him anymore, so…technically yeh.
Gary: I’d suggest that maybe it is [attached], just not obviously.
Omen: That’s like setting an apple on fire, and saying the ash is still an apple, and you can still eat it, and it will taste the same. It’s just raw materials. It’s still mine either way.
Gary: Not arguing that, at all. Yes, it’s yours as it was meant to be and that’s all I’ll say on that. [Now, having no knowledge of what is going on, I find it curious that I even said that, yet somehow I knew it was right. As to why I knew and what I felt, I honestly cannot remember. Just that I knew it.]
Omen: Had some try to steal it before. It’s not even valuable, they are just crazy religious. Why are you interested anyways?
Gary: Oh, it’s valuable alright.
Omen: … No. lol. How?
Gary: Ever really taken a look at it?
Omen: Can’t.
Gary: But if you could, you’d notice something about it; if I don’t miss my guess. Don’t trade it away. It’s valuable, especially to you.
Omen: I don’t really care about it. It’s a broken deal, nothing more or less. It’s a pathetic payment, but at least it stopped backlash. Not that having to constantly heal around it isn’t annoying enough. If you think it’s so valuable you can have it. I only took it so I didn’t get ill effects, and that time is over now.
Gary: [nods] Sure.
Omen: Good… I don’t know how to give it to anyone.
Gary: Easy to take for me… with your permission…
Omen: Okay.
Now, here comes the interesting, and no doubt controversial, part of this incident. I had a really strange feeling that this Soul fragment belonged to me. Of course, I couldn’t be sure, so I set my intention; if it wasn’t mine, I could not receive it. Also, that way, I would know for sure if it was me who had planned for him to have had it all along. After a minute, I felt odd.
Gary: Let me know if it is gone.
Omen: Seems like it is now. Not to say I don’t have trouble letting go of it.
Gary: I can assure you it will be worth it. So, thank you.
Omen: Okay. I still don’t like the empty feeling, but it was weighing in me the wrong ways, was useless to me. So eh!
Gary: [nods] It was just time.
Omen: Apparently. Otherwise, I’d not say, “You take it.”
Gary: Indeed. Man… this is like. Whoa! Like my chest is buoyant. I really should stop doing these things at work! [And my legs were heavy and rubberish. It felt like I was walking on one of those bouncing castles. I did not expect the sensations my body was going through.]
Omen: It’s like a burning bowling ball… well, for me at least. Get used to it though. It was always a bit unbalancing though, since I always have to move around it without touching it directly. Not that it legitimately takes up any space…no soul does, but yeh. So, for you it’s the opposite for me?
Gary: In what way?
Omen: I don’t know. For me its heavy, for you it’s not?
Gary: Nope. It’s “full” though, until I get used to it. It would be the opposite for you. I can’t explain it. However, it served its purpose. I can’t say any more than that right now, but it may be of some consolation to know it did aid you.
Omen: Good to know. I think that the viable aspects attached to it were worth more than the payment to me (not to him of course).
Gary: Maybe… maybe not… some things are far more reaching than you might suspect.
Omen: You know, I’ll ask about this later. Your vague and mystical comments are entertaining as it is though.
Like I said, I’m sure plenty will find this controversial. Still, as an end note, I will mention that in that fragment of the Soul, there was much useful information attached, which I quickly downloaded. It held vital and important information relating to Omen that I needed. It explained much of his past and, more importantly, his future. And while I knew it was correct, I went to the trouble to have it verified six ways from Sunday, and nothing contradicted it.
And that’s all I have to say on this matter.