In all honesty I do personally believe that every essence should be purified by water. Therefore the spirit or spirits can rest on the other side. One must be purified so that way the afterlife can be passed on via the purification process. One must simply go through the Yomi currents and be flooded by the currents of Black Swamps as mentality and clarity of the soul and the spirit or spirits can hold on with the Yomi currents flooding over the user with Black Ooze Swamp over there. One must go on the other side and hold the Abyssal Gates open for the Abyssal Shoreline for the Abyssal Creatures so that way the pillar can remain strong even if there is spiritual pain or sickness within the user. One must seek out a Mori to be free of this pain and rise up on the holy sacred place above a mountain or a waterfall to hopefully die there and be returned to origin. Even then if a pillar is almost at the flood point of the Yomi currents bursting open from the Black Swamp then shall you lay yourself out on the water and let the Abyssal Creatures drown you in the Abyssal to earn the ''coat of arms of the Raven'' the water is life and without water there is no life and thus the water can return things in a death like state which feels like an internal sickness within the vessel. But in return those that willing sit in the Black Swamp and let the Black Ooze flow over them the strong pillars can look above the Yomi currents and reach out for a Mori to hopefully cleanse or purify the soul. Getting rid of the disease is an important belief of mine.
People ask what is true suffering or true agony? What would've been and what could be is being torn in limbo between the spiritual realm and reality. Drifting and floating ever so until the end of time of the currents. The waves and the moon always affect the ''rift'' knowing then and there the vessel senses these things. There you will know what true pain is once you've reached out and performed a Mori and feel the death essence and let that consume you. To carry other's pain onto your own and willing accept to carry the pain through and through. There is no life for me here in the human world. The disease is strong here. Perhaps this is where the purification process has always imbued in my mind. Perhaps seeing so many sick and weak people here made me wish I could carry the pain of other people and the dying people to the other side. It's always been that way to send those to the other side and let the Yomi currents carry them. Even the Wolvan eyes of the abyssal and even reaching out of the currents of the Yomi I still remember, running and running away from myself. Hoping spiritually there would be a place for me to die. There I knew my goal was I must carry the pain of the spirits onto the other side no matter what cost. Keeping the spiritual realm intact. There I knew when the Yomi currents consumed me. I wasn't alone and I would never be alone because I've the pain of others that I must carry on the other side of the purification process. To return everything back where everything began the beginning and the end of life. Which is water. Everything can be returned to water and the Mori and the ''seals'' can finally be complete, then I can be free and float above the Black Swamps and be over the Yomi and the currents of Black Water. I've found the way that I can carry myself in this miserable living of life in the mortal realm.
Finally I know my path and that means returning the spirits back to origin where everything can be finally at peace within themselves. Free of pain and suffering. That is the only way now and all I ask is return myself to origin. Ah yei, why yes of course. Because there is no other way but that way back in the origin of water itself.
Here is how I personally think almost everyday in my wolf skull, finally my hobbies and some riddles:
In the end the never ending sky, but in the end what is never ending is the need not to be here, even in the Umbra of the Abyssal, I can see the wolf eyes turning into a spiral of hatred. The humans don't seem worthy of themselves. What pitiful humans are hating on the weak and disabled cornering them like rats. There are bullets and knives everywhere inside my head. I tried to pull the knife in front of my beast mask but instead I turned around and looked at ''YOU'' but instead I chose to drown you instead out of love and held the knife at you. Even in the end I held him close with a knife close to his throat. I'm taking you down with me, I said because this is abyssal love to me. Drown. Miasmatic suffering. I'm sorry but I tried to love you but I can't seem to love my own vessel instead. Because this is my promised pain to you and in the end I hope you will understand I tried giving you a gift. Because in the end the gift I got was the harness of the spiritual realm. Crested with the raven of the magi, the shards of the scales of the dragon king Bahamut and most importantly the spiritual harness to protect the ''spine'' of the user. But in the end I chose my own love to take a dive in the Abyssal and took a full Umbra of eclipse to the Abyssal and the roar of the Abyssal gates. I then laid him down in the Abyssal Pool and made an Abyssal prayer. Someone, I ask of you if you can make him stick with me forever even if that means ''becoming attached as someone made from alchemy'' such an obsessive ''moon and poisoning the Umbra'' this is a promise to you and my promise alone. Nothing will ever leave here. Drag and floated torn on both the physical realm and spiritual realm but then again can I believe in Saturn in my mind? The heart soaring to Jupiter and my secondary home the watery tides of Neptune? What would that be if I could wake up one day and come ashore of the Abyssal Sea? I wonder what you would see of me then? Would that be me holding claws with the Painter of Abyss out of true love. Or will you see the knife is held in both claws together? Take you with me. Together forever.
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