We speak of the Mad Prime like he was the evil of our reality.
Yes,that is what is reached, brainwashed into the hearts of the young ones that they may not have the audacity to come to another belief of the actual truth. It is pasted everywhere, publications come up daily denoting and denouncing the evilness of a person who sought to change reality. And that is, for the better if we are not so arrogant and dumb.
The Mad Prime has been demonized. Cated and painted as a true demon and the one to whom we must all fear. They teach that if indeed he ever does return, it would be catastrophic.
However never have they for once considered the authenticity of his stand.
What is true cannot be destroyed. Although it is submerged and hidden, eventually it would surface to the top. All that matters is the time that this process would definitely take. However, time taken does not denote that it is less potent.
And such is the case o
Wait, what is Yasmin up to here? Sounds fishy. Mhmm
"I am Yasmin the First." The figure mentioned, adjusting the glasses with a tip of the finger. "Soul Remnant of Trixius the Great. And You Shall Not Pass Through!" The voice of Yasmin the Fist was crystal clear to the hearing of both the Irunmole and the Familiar friend of Bayo. There was no two ways about it; this figure and person did not want them to go any further than where they had been. However, it begged the question of what for? What was this figure that was speaking and how did it mean it was a remnant of Trixius? Ronke's head spun with the serach for these answers. While on the hand of Iyabo, she let out a little chuckle like she had everything under control. To say that she did have it under control would be an understatement. Grossly. She was a healer, using the Law of Love to do her thing. This would not be the first time that she would experience something like this. More often than not, the ones who sh
"Heh!" Yasmin snickered as he looked back at the figure of Bayo, dusting his hands off and standing sideways like he had nothing to do with them. He shot Bayo the stink eye, shaking his head at him now. However, Bayo did not seem to mind that. He was already so close to death. And the comforting thing about it was that, despite the attitude of his Soul Genie, the both of them were not getting out of there. Perhaps, it was. Savage desire but he felt a rising warmness within him The soul genie would not get out, neither would he. That would mean that he did not lose to Yasmin. He kept his word, even if it meant that it would or may be the end of him. At least that's what it meant to be, if he had not seen Ronke. And the Irunmole Lady. That seemed like… he wanted to hope… That he could get out of here? That there was hope after all? That he had proved Yasmin wrong by believing in his friends? What did this mean? Bayo
Ever wonder why we have seven layers of Heaven stacked upon one another? If you never did, you should now.Now, lets look at this.I know very well that in all of the documentaries edition which I have written, we may have done some bits of heavy critical thinking. In the nature of documentaries, that may not have to be. It is usually of the make that those of us who write documentaries should do so with an extremely explicit disposition.However what fun would that be if all that us to life is plained out perpetual before us?I certainly would not succumb to that. Not by a long shot.This, I ask this of you, why would the seven heavens have to be stacked one another?The reasonsaee numerous, the records could be mistaken.Is there a certain truth to all that there is or is there something which is being hidden from us?The theories abound with time but none of them bear fruit. Fruit reasonably enough to stand as truth and fact.It begs the que
Eledumare can be abstract. Or rather Eledumare is an abstract term used to refer to the multiplicity of the Supreme Creators. Note that it is mentioned as Creators not creator. It is a very hard fact to consider that all beings have come to rest with the fact that Eledumare is a singularity rather than a trinity of sorts. As such it is hard to reconcile these to the ideology. It is even taken to be with offence should this topic ever be preached to them. But can we understand the mysteriousness that makes up Eledumare? Certainly not. To hit the nail on the head, the histories we have on Eledumare are not so well defined. This may be a basis stand for those who believe in the singularity of Eledumare. Still, understand life, such is not sensational enough. Eledumare is or can be. Considered an abstraction not only because of the trinity on which it stands on. But also because no one in the Fourth to the First Heavens h
If she could do it, then her pay would also go up. There was just so much for her to cut chase. Except that there was one problem. Her anchor, Ronke, was not seeing the situation the same as her. "Listen to my voice. Nnnrrggh! You are powerful, more powerful than you can ever imagine. No one else can do this except, so DO YOUR BEST, Familiar, Ganbatte(1)!" The immediate moment the words entered into the ears of Ronke, a new bust of resolve flooded through her entire nervous system. She sterned her heart, grinning her teeth in agony with her eyes still shut, a feeble attempt to lock out the pain. Bolts upon bolts of energy flashed out from her boy, streaming forward with reckless abandon to the dilapidated soul of Bayo. Like Iyabo had said, if any one else could do it, it had to be her. So, she would do it. For the sake of the one person who was truly selfless in all that he did for them.
"Ugh!" Iyabo moaned as light flashed, their forms appearing back in the room. Just like before it was they had all gone into the soul of the Familiar some time earlier. It was just hem, plus the slightly glowing Familiar who remained still on the place where he had been placed to rest. Ronke appeared, just like Iybo too, standing in front of Iyabo. It was not like they had appeared in the long run.. Ut was more of them gaining consciousnesses from their state of being Ori's. Oris who had gone into the soul of Bayo from earlier. "Ah!" Ronke exclaimed as she dashed foeard and went on her knees almost immediately. Eyes fixed on Bayo, she could see the slight glow from his body still. It brought a concern to her heart, considering that they had just attempted the healing of him. He should be alright by now, Ronke reasoned. After all, she was terrified about the fact that the pain endured would have been for nothing. Having to stomach
Now for the first theory which we have highlighted in the previous edition of The Tabloids. Eledumare did not do anything because he trusted the judgement of the Orisha. Like it as written earlier on, judgement my foot. To Orun Apaadi with that theory. However many would not agree to simply have this bypassed. They have come to be so comfortable with knowing what is false. And not only that, they have relaxed themselves into the acceptance of what is wrong and false just so that their beliefs are comfortably positioned. Indeed the truth is a hard pill to swallow. Nevertheless, it is one which we must swallow. Considering that truth is one of the fundamentals of the core existence of the Heavens. Which in this case is what we have set out about to publish.. Of course, most definitely, there would be those who would oppose. The number one group of these people are those from the Irunmole Society. The Irunmoles who believe in the in
Just then, the sounds of rapidly racing feet ricocheted through the air. Shin turned around in surprise only to help as his body went down into a heap. Himself and Macabu, along with a Lady. Hana. "Hana!" Shin cried out exasperatedly as he came to himself. "What in the blistering Heavens are you up to now?" He cursed, shoving her off of him. However, Shin did not have to try hard to do so. That was because the very moment Hana had bumped into them, setting off a chain reaction through which they all toppled downwards; that same moment, she had fired her legs backwards, righting herself in an instant. It was to be expected, after all she was a Sword Master of the former 3121st Hadjan Platoon. More so, she was not just some regular Sword Master. She was the Platoon sergeant and like she often said, she had not gotten the position because of nothing. It had been borne out of her sheerr power and her ability to make critical and sharp thinkings in the nic