One step from Soverngarde!
This is a praising post that might come across as bleak but that's because the "backoffice" to it is. But it really is a genuine sincere praise of thanks.
Let me explain.
It's become apparent, probably because I preach a certain message to people I meet regarding Corona and wether they healed from it naturally with in-borne immunity v. "no neccessity for the Vaccine then, eh?"
I play ESO now more than eveer because for me....... it's an incredibly powerful distraction from an ever grwing prominence of truth.
During the last year I have met players... two ladies and one gentleman primarily who are terminally ill through either Cancers or deformations of the biological structure of their bodies and they, like me, wait to die but, never the less play in Tamriel copiously.
I wish I could name them because it's always comforting to find others in the same corridoor you're forced to walk but the distraction; beauty and imaginative explosive force of living hours throughout Tamriel is such a distraction from the terrors of fact that the mind is taken off a turmoil SO WELL that the relief is incomparable to anything else.
Ive met in the last 6 months two Ladies who are waiting for Soverngarde (Term used to bypass religious conflict) with one hand on that door who agreed with me regarding Elderscrolls amazing distractive quality and POWER is wonderfully absorbing to distraction and it's this that we home in on because noting else is quite so intensely busy, removed, imaginative, contrasting or free.
One Guy whom I built a huge garden with because he wanted to see how floating platforms were set up to make gardens aloft with...... he has now gone downhill so far that he is not online any longer and we spent hours together building this Garden and talking of who was going to be the frst to get to Soverngarde in real life.
It was beautiful to share this adventure with someone real and who compassionately walkeded the same terrifying road I still do.
And now he's gone. And it breaks my heart so badly.
For me I was given ................................. an 'injection'. Its actually illegal in my Country (UK) to declare the name of the Indian 'injection' I had fatally administered but 1700 people died emmediately of it and 12,700 people are waiting in the wings... deteriorating quickly as am I.
It takes something, I can tell you, to sit opposite two Doctors over 8 weeks and be told that your innoperable and nothing can be done because..........
My lungs are totally ruined with blood clots by the thousand thousand. So I wait to die as they grow like roses.
For me wandering about in ESO and doing whatever takes the fancy is so therapeutic I cannot cannot explain and incredidbly distracting that for some moments at a time I competely forget that each moment could be my last.
The Japanese have a saying.
"The art of being Courageous is not letting the enemy know how frightened you are on the inside. "
Sadly I am one of the few who know the truth behind this saying.
My time is getting close because the incessantly breathless pain in every breath is like a progressive bruise now and I wanted to say here to those that have played with me in Tamriel and those who know me that you have really made me so happy with some of the nonsensical things we do and have greatly loved our time together with all of you from all corners of this Earth.
Taking on some of the toughest bosses with only our fists stark naked.
Jumping off the highest cliffs we can find trying to find armour that lets us survive the impact.
Chasing those clockwork mice in Clockwork City competitions.
Guard Narking. ;-)
...and so on.
So many many thanks for your senses of humour and abiltiy to make me laugh so hard.
To Z.O.S.
I know of at least 6 people in one year who play in Tamriel who probably might not be able to next year. I write this with such heartbreaking difficulty tonight because I am aware that the handle of my door to Soverngarde is almost turned completely now and I am about to walk through soon.
And they and I give our thanks. I, on their behalf, and I before I can't anymore.
x
"All young girls think they are Princesses. Life teaches that we have to also be warriors."
Menelaus, king of Sparta and his wife, Helen of Troy.