Travels in the Afterlife [entries|friends|calendar] chandrashekara I Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, Much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery. Thou'rt slave to Fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well, And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then? One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die. --John Donne Links: Sapientiae RPG Sapientiae OOC Sapientiae Players' Resource II And would it have been worth it, after all, Would it have been worth while, After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets, After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor -- And this, and so much more?-- It is impossible to say just what I mean! But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen: Would it have been worth while If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl, And turning toward the window, should say: 'That is not it at all, 'That is not what I meant, at all.' --T.S.Eliot Layout: Style: S1 Coding: gawariel_design Graphics: Jessica Galbreth Brushes: Feanne Text: Lacuna Coil Fonts: Dali, Garamond [ userinfo | insanejournal userinfo ] [ calendar | insanejournal calendar ]

[Warded Private, but is so upset it's a pretty weak ward] [31/01/08] [ mood | guilty ] I feel awful...sick... I shouldn't be this wicked, for I certainly feel that way. I can't believe I'm so petty-- I don't deserve--

Warded Private; sure, it's hackable if you try really, really hard, but who would want to do that? [17/01/08] [ mood | contemplative ] ( Emo Rose is being Emo )

[16/01/08] [ mood | embarrassed ] Oh my I can't I...don't really know what to say. Waking up in too small clothes, far too small clothes to my horror, in a too small bed in an unfamiliar house is... I wish I were dreaming, I really do. Or that it was possible to die of embarrassment. Parvati, I'm sorry I left rather suddenly without saying good-bye, but...thank you so much for your care. I don't know how to repay you, but do ask if you need anything. How did I get married to two boys?? I don't remember every little thing that happened, but I certainly recall that elephant. Ganesha--Gellert was certainly talented when he was younger. Godric, I...well...thank you for coming to see me, even though I feel mortified that you saw me in such a state. I can't believe I called you...I suppose sub-consciously...

[12/01/08] [ mood | listless ] I had a dream last night. There was this HUUUUUGE griffon, and it was guarding a castle filled with gold and bazookas and other valuable things. It roared a lot. Then this banshee came screaming to get into the castle, but the griffon made it go away. I was sad when I woke up, though! I still feel sad...

[09/01/08] [ mood | gloomy ] [Entry is covered in sloppy Hindi script as if a child were practicing their alphabet. At the bottom of the page, however, there are some English words] Where are daddy and mommy this isn't our house. I want to go home!

Aww? [22/12/07] [ mood | amused ] (Rose looks though her drawers and finds another photo that she never thought she would see again.) ( Baby Photo! )

Presents! [22/12/07] [ mood | accomplished ] (Rose looks cute in her Mrs. Claus outfit, doesn't she? She's sending off presents! She enjoys giving gifts to those she cares about...even if every single one of them has a Y-Chromosome. Gifts sent late at night on December 21.) ( Teddy Lupin ) ( Lucius Malfoy ) ( Master Salazar Slytherin ) ( Gellert Grindelwald ) ( Albus Dumbledore ) ( Fenrir Greyback )

[08/12/07] [ mood | confused ] {Charmed Private, but spell falters for a little bit so who knows who saw?...>.>} I must say the past few days have been rather exciting. My practice is blooming, much to my surprise. As it turns out there are many who simply need someone to talk to. There has been the occasional cold, and scrape, but nothing truly serious. I am not sure how I feel about many things. Teddy is here, and that makes me so happy. I know him, I truly know him unlike many here. He's very concerned about my well-being, and I find it...hm, I can't really put it into words. Not even my husband looked after me so fiercely. It is an odd feeling to be protected as such. My mother was emotionally distant and my father died when I was so young, only 13. I'd hate to worry him, so I have to be more vigilant. But habits die hard, and I find myself giving everyone the benefit of the doubt. It is not my place to judge, but to provide kindness and support. I believe in this, I believe everyone, no matter what they have done, deserves some kindness. Am I fool to think so? I have heard Lucius Malfoy has also said that he would look after me... I have also met Godric Gryffindor for the first time after speaking with him via the journals. I like him, he's nice and he does mean well. He's a little archaic, but... I want to see him again, but I am not sure when or how...or why I want to. I'm probably missing something yet again. But I do know that if he injures himself or anyone else again I shall hit him! I hope I could help him...I so wanted to... I'm acting silly. Oh, and I have found a picture in my desk drawer from my honeymoon...how embarrassing! I don't know what I was thinking, letting Stephen take that...and why is it here?? {/privacy charm} Teddy, we must meet. I want to see you. It has been quite a long time for me, and I would feel better seeing your face. Godric, please remember to rest and take it easy. I'd be rather upset if you were injured again so soon! I am eagerly awaiting your gift, sir! Master Slytherin, please accept my condolences. Teddy is a remarkable healer, so you will be in good hands. Unfortunately, curses of that nature are simply not my specialty. The closest would be my studies with lycanthropy, but that would hardly apply.

"Rosi" now open for business! [03/12/07] [ mood | happy ] My preparations for my healing practice are as complete as they can be. It is located in a good sized stall in the Marketplace/Plaza. It is the one with the large primrose on the sign (unimaginative, yes, but I was stuck for ideas..those who know the medicinal purposes of the flower get, er, five points?) My hours are from 9-3 on weekdays and by appointment. I will also do house calls. Fees are negotiated after healing (I would never deprive someone in need for a quid...or, well, bartering item). I basically work on the honor system. There is mental and physical healing available for those who need it. I mainly use healing magic, chants and spells, but I am able to brew customizable potions; however, my potions selection is focused on the healing discipline and isn't very comprehensive, you will have to go somewhere else for that. So, come one, come all! <33 ...Not that I want there to be a multitude of injured people... Stay healthy, everyone!

[26/11/07] [ mood | hopeful ] No rest for the weary, hm? I don't know why I expected the afterlife to be peaceful; it is anything but peaceful. I managed to heal my wrist easily enough, no thanks to Fenrir Greyback that son of a bitc, and have decided not to worry about him or anything else. My recent conversations with both Salazar and Godric have given me some much needed courage, I think (I'll be very upset if they hurt each other). I dropped by my cottage in the country to assess what I needed to procure. It is time to make the place a home. If anyone knows where to get furniture and other items for around the house (and how to pay for them), please let me know. I think I'll head for the City. As for you Fenrir Greyback, if you EVER touch me like that again I will be the one to rip out your throat! I can assure you whatever healing magic mends it can ALSO TEAR APART SO HELP ME DO NOT MAKE ME LOSE MY TEMPER I WILL GO FOR YOUR ORGANS I hope to meet new people.

[19/11/07] [ mood | contemplative ] I think I'm slowly coming to understand this curious place. I have found that my emotions are running every which way lately, and my thoughts are threatening to abandon me at any moment. I don't fear insanity, however, and I think the manner of my death has something to do with it. Is it possible the stroke has affected me in some manner? After all, a stroke is essentially the bursting of a blood vessel in the brain, and mine was severe enough to kill me. I still have a scar on the back of my knee, so why not any other damage? Has anyone else had this difficulty? Also, I find my sudden regression into my younger body a little unsettling. I know I have had a husband, and children, and grandchildren, but their memories aren't as clear as they should be. They are there, I'm certain all my memories are there, but they just aren't as distinct! Perhaps my mind is also that of a young woman in her twenties; at the same time, I have also experienced things and events up to sixty years after that period of my life. It is something to think about, at least.

[14/11/07] [ mood | distressed ] The good news is that I am not as alone as I thought; the bad news is that I am most certainly dead. How could this be? I'm a Healer and to die from something as manageable and mundane as a stroke. What now? I have no wish to return to that little stone cottage (not that I could find it right now anyway...). I suppose I will just have to keep traveling. I do not know this place at all and it would behoove me to figure it out, I think. At least I have Ivy for company, no matter how demanding she is. I can see a large city up ahead...perhaps I could find some answers there! I do not have any money, if they do indeed use any currency here. I wish I had my wand...I dislike feeling so helpless!

Awakening [11/11/07] I do not know where I am going. I had found myself in a small hamlet in front of a small two story cottage with my name on a tag beside the door. The house was to my taste, but bare and sparsely furnished. To once have so much in the past only now to have next to nothing is very unsettling indeed. I remember being numb on my left side, I remember being 89 years old, unhappy with my husband and tired from my work...but now I am young again and alone in strange place. Was this death? Well, I refuse to remain static in my empty house. After some time, I decided that if I am dead (and I probably am), then this is a chance for me to reinvent myself. I could focus on my writing like I had wanted to do in life. Hm...if I were a proper poet, I would probably make some kind of witty and eloquent comparison to a phoenix...unfortunately, I'm not that clever. As it stands I have the clothes on my back, a leather bag, this blank journal that I found in a small desk in my home (note: FIND some furniture, even though you're dead there's no need to live in a tomb!), and a kneazle that refuses to stop following me. So now I'm on the road, hoping to find some answers as well as a lovely dinette set. Deep down, I can't help but feel excited about the path ahead. (note: I'm leaning towards Ivy as a name for that peculiar kneazle...I'm not sure yet, but it's something to think about in my now vast amounts of free time)

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