#She’s hailed as a saint in the hopes of destroying something that YOU created. One of your first interactions

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I just think that in Aleksander’s eyes, Alina is fucking stupid

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&&. cauldron above, ( laurent morningstar ) was just spotted in the fae lands — word has it ( he ) is affiliated with ( the day court ). ( he ) is a ( 450 / appears 34 ) year old ( half wild hunt / half high fae ). it’s been said that ( he ) resembles ( charles michael davis ). ( he ) has been said to be ( charismatic & seductive ) but also quite ( cunning & cruel ). ( he ) is currently serving as ( the day court spymaster ).

— ❝ fine. make me your villain.❞

name: laurent wolfgang morningstar

birthday: october 31 | scorpio

scent: white ginger, basil flower, bergamot, cedar, violet leaves, haiti vetiver, coconut, and hibiscus + ( SIGNATURE COLOGNE: l’homme - yves saint laurent )

appearance:  standing at 6′2″, laurent is known for his large, fit frame; with broad shoulders and a body honed from countless centuries of fighting and preserving himself, laurent is well aware not just of his preserving his body, but of how attractive he is to others. an alpha in the broadest sense of the word, laurent is noticeable for his cheshire grin and sharp, inquisitive gaze. he may look like a sweet, suave high faerie from legends of yore, but he’s a ruthless ancient who doesn’t mind tearing others down if they stand in his way. his physical appearance often serves as a lure for unsuspecting fae and humans who become ensnared in his web. he tends to keep short, groomed facial hair and a shaved head more often than note.

personality:  ( + ) charismatic, seductive, intelligent, intuitive ( - ) cunning, cruel, untrustworthy, proud

current familial / relationship status: laurent has one younger half-brother, with whom he has a horrible relationship with. his estranged relationship with lucien is the only true blood relation he has left, and while laurent knows he should care more about preserving it, there’s just something about watching the wolf king burn that thrills the day court’s spymaster.

biography: laurent morningstar was the product of a passionate love affair between the daughter of the wild hunt and one of the day court’s most prestigious, influential tradesmen. laurent’s patriarchal lineage dated back centuries prior to the summer court, but the morningstars have been a part of the day court so long it is an integral part of both their blood and magical affinities. laurent considers himself a day court high fae above all else; it’s the cultural upbringing he was most exposed to and the one his father has instilled into him for years. 

though laurent’s parents loved each other, they had a very volatile relationship--political affairs kept them apart above all else, so when laurent’s father, killian, received pressure from his own parents to devote himself fully to the day court and laurent’s mother, jade, began to take her role in the wild hunt as an heiress more seriously, there was a great rift in his small family. though laurent could shapeshift, the same as any graced member of the wild hunt, his wings and most of his magical attributes hailed from his father, and so laurent was sent to live primarily with killian morningstar in the day court. it was a pivotal moment in young laurent’s life: one that shaped the rest of his immortality...and the fate of his relationship with his family, as well.

laurent shuffled back and forth between his parents, living primarily with his father, but never felt wholly connected to the pack of the wild hunt. laurent became accustomed to his life, but a part of him always believed--or foolishly hoped, perhaps--that his parents would be able to reconcile their differences and marry. so when jade nightborne mated with the wild hunt’s leading general and bore his child, laurent was devastated. he had little to no reason to resent his mother’s new husband or his half-brother, but laurent couldn’t help the resentment he felt. killian remained unmarried, and laurent constantly worried that news of jade’s marriage to a man her family and the wild hunt approved of would shatter his father’s self-esteem. and as jade raised lucien in the night court, laurent withdrew emotionally from his mother and drew closer to his father. he was a young adult, by immortal standards, but he couldn’t shake the sense that something was wrong.

he belonged to both the wild hunt and the day court--so why did it feel like he only fit in with one? why did it feel like he would never connect with his mother’s family and court--not truly?

the role of a crown prince--or a wolf king, as the wild hunt called it--didn’t particularly appeal to laurent. he felt that his strengths did not lie in leading a country diplomatically, but in other manners. as his younger half-brother, lucien, grew up, the two proved to be opposites in almost every single manner. their mannerisms and behaviors were vastly different from one another; where lucien was all fire, laurent was ice. where lucien had the strength and determination of a stone cold warrior and leader, laurent was a silver-tongued serpent who got what he wanted by taking it, by whatever means necessary. as the morningstar and nightborne brothers grew older, their estranged relationship with one another only solidified. their mother, jade, wished desperately that her two sons would have the close relationship she had always envisioned for them. lucien, to his credit, attempted to get along with laurent; but in the end, the brothers were too different.

there were too many unspoken things that settled between them, creating tension thick enough to cut with a knife. they grew into two entirely different men--while lucien went off to learn the duties of a ruler, laurent worked his way up the ranks of the day court, earning the trust of the royal families and inner court. working as a spy for the day court, laurent often seduced, sweet-talked, and bribed his way into the beds, hearts, and minds of others. he cared little for the feelings of others--they were but stepping stones along the path of success, and laurent held no qualms about destroying anyone who held him from what he wanted. naturally charismatic and silver-tongued, laurent was a persuasive high faerie, often utilizing his looks and speech in order to wrench what he wanted from his targets. and if they failed to supply him with information of their own accord, then, well, that was what his hallucinations and illusion-based magic was for, wasn’t it? eventually, laurent’s skill and prowess gained him the coveted position of the spymaster within the day court. it was a position laurent didn’t take lightly; his loyalty to the day court was already much stronger, in his own mind, than the link he had to the wild hunt as an heir to the throne.

things came to blows, finally, between laurent and lucien when the wolf king discovered that his elder brother was spying on the wild hunt. laurent seduced his brother’s favorite lover, using his charm to will information out of her, and sat back and watched as the woman, poisoned by laurent morningstar’s words, turned her back not just on lucien nightborne, but the entirety of the wild hunt, and sought a world outside of the walls of the garden and the wild hunt. she defected to the day court for a short period of time, where laurent had little use of his brother’s discarded plaything, and eventually sent her packing. he was a cold, callous, manipulative creature--one who, evidently, held little regard for the kingdom which was rightfully his by blood. but no, the wild hunt had chosen lucien--a warrior bred purposefully for the throne.

if jealousy and rage burned within laurent, it was nothing compared to his brother. lucien’s rage was an eternal flame, burning brighter with each betrayal, and the two brothers came to physical blows worse than the wild hunt had ever known. their fight was catastrophic, leaving behind singed trees and craters in the earth from where their bodies had slammed into the ground during combat. it was a raw and brutal fight, one that left both brothers scarred, and resulted in lucien exiling laurent from the wild hunt. and so laurent morningstar became the lost prince, exiled from his kingdom and forced to watch his brother wear a crown that had never been offered to laurent in the first place.

laurent still serves the day court faithfully, and his relationship with lucien is estranged at best. with the new alliances blossoming over the horizon, laurent is more curious than ever to see how the tides of war will work in his favor. and should they choose not to cooperate, well, he will simply will them to. the fight is just beginning, and the eldest heir of the wild hunt has no intentions of backing down.

after all, you should see me in a crown.

affinity: shapeshifter with ties to the earth and nature; illusion-based / hallucination magic

wings: laurent’s wings are a shimmering gold, reflective of the day court’s coveted golden city; reflective of the strength of the day court. as his wings have always been closely linked to the day court, he often stands out among those in the wild hunt. to laurent, his wings are just another symbol of the path in life he has chosen.

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SPIRITUAL EMERGENCIES

Its been a hard nights day and I've been working like a God...Centring my chi by  (                      ) in conjunction with a little (                    ) on Sundays but don't try this at home unless you have some. Under the influence but not persuaded, with no choice other than to follow my free will. 350 songs recorded in Prague (about a third of them are good enough) over a very long weekend and now ready to go again...Last month I heard my own voice in a dream saying 'Death is my second home',  so perhaps another temporary close-down is coming. Hope that paragraph was pretentious enough. If not...meditating on 'The First law of thermodynamics...No energy in the universe is created and none is destroyed'. So all is well...

The recent magnificent Wargames with Russia and China...300 thousand men, (that's a lot) many fields of tanks and nautical miles filled with battleships, necessary because of (according to a joint statement from the protagonists) 'dangerous times' and 'unstable situations'. Reminds me of Bill Hicks quoting George Bush the older (the CIA president) saying 'The world is a dangerous place'...'yeah, thanks to YOU, quit arming the world!'. But this time around, these unstable situations are being more egged on and supported by Russia, gleefully supported as always by all those those make weapons. Trump is not the 'human' being to slow this down. Nature abhors a vacuum and she is rushing now to fill various empty heart/mind and soulless actions made by various leaders with processes of an irreversible...well... nature...Only '12 years' left now to avert climate change disaster...your newborns this year might very well inherit a desert. Well, if it was good enough for the Israelites...

Climate change debates witter on by men in suits flown in at great carbon footprint expense to sit around expensive South American wood tables and agree that time itself is running out. While those that disagree with them only do so because of well paying vested interests in the industries which drain, burn, drill and destroy. Human beings are like gangsters holed up and surrounded by the law, determined to take the hostages and cops with them when they go in a blaze of glory, just so they don't die alone. Reliance on coal continues, the need for oil because of ... 'lifestyle choices'...(ego)... back to RAW again...

'As soon as they find out how to put a meter between us and the sun, only then will we have clean energy.'  

There is a very special circle of Hell reserved for the Barons of black gold, where they burn alive forever, lit by oil. And another circle for those mapping the human genome and copyrighting it so they can make billions from various medicines and procedures, holding the masses to ransom. Peace will occur either when it is more profitable than arms dealing or when there is absolute silence of death on the human side. How many people do you know who are neither whore nor pimp? Or both.

The purpose of existence is (NB. seems to me in my current long running reality tunnel to be) evolution...and as with self programming artificial intelligence, there is a type of instinctive logic which suggests that as any chain is as strong as its' weakest link...and the mass of humanity appears to be working against evolving, then nature will just erase us and get on with creating her own new thang without the apes. Quite right too. The universe is (seems to be) 'non simultaneously apprehended events and interacting processing' but until I pick the free crop of magic mushrooms in the mystic forest this late October month, I will just take RAW's cosmic trigger words for it. (The lousy alchemist cook says make sure they are washed and/or dried right. Vomiting mould covered nipple tops before any hallucinogenic gets into the blood proper is very little fun. Learning, or not from experience in the face of common sense is always a hoot. Ask my liver. ) Anyway...let's be Sirius...

'News'...Nick Clegg is to take over the Facebook worries. (Head of Global Policy and Communications in Silicon Valley) Nick Clegg. This shows JUST how much Zuckerberg gives a damn eh? Useless/Hopeless. For those who don't know or remember, some years ago Clegg was the leader of the Liberal Party in Britain who swore he would never allow an increase in University fees if he were ever Prime Minister. After the election 'win' of David Cameron and the Conservatives, (only made possible with the Liberals siding with them) it took about two weeks before he was forced to go back on his word and toe the line of his bigger coalition partner. (Can't have an easily affordable education, that would be dangerous) A weak and easily breakable man. Expect Facebook to go on paying even less tax, abusing your private information and allowing Russia et al free rein to influence the populace.  

Nice to see the half a million march against Brexit in London. Will accomplish nothing but good that some people woke up before the face of this bullshit a few days later... 'Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks.....a eagle mewing her mighty youth'...Geoffrey Cox QC, the Attorney General invoking Milton at the Tory conference.  Winston Churchill defined success as the 'ability to move from failure to failure without any loss of enthusiasm'. So, well done and three cheers boys..good luck with making Britain Great again. I would truly love to be proved wrong...but...

'In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran,  cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice...and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance, a vendetta...held not as a votive in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose.' ...V for Vendetta via Hugo Weaving in an Anonymous Guy Fawkes mask. My other favourite quote from that film is.....

'And thus I clothe my naked villainy with odd old ends stolen forth from holy writ and seem a saint when most I play the devil.'  Richard III by the real Shakespeare, which covers just about every politician and religious leader, bar a very very precious few. God may be great but he's not as fat as Buddha. And anyway, belief narrows reality tunnels. Which for some people, makes them feel stronger...

In October, Alternative fur (that's fur with an umlaut over the 'u', not the sexy animal hair which is so nice to stroke or be stroked by but I digress. Arf.) Germany... suggested quite firmly that middle school children report to them if any of their teachers said bad things about the new patriotic Nazi swine. Nothing dubious there, no harking back to cruel and better days of the old 'thousand year' Reich and denouncing intellectuals and subversives at all. A month before that, because of hearing shouting, I looked out of my own window one afternoon to see a six foot six skinhead, in army clothes and big black leather boots on a balcony opposite, drunk and rousingly crying out about Deutschland for five minutes in German to his mates in the kitchen behind him as he clasped a beer can. Perhaps he was only joking. Unlikely the grandmother living alone and above his flat thought so. And as for the massive shaven headed Slovak steroid monsters with tattoos on their necks who shout at each other in conversation even when both are sitting two feet away, their biggest insult to their tiny two old kids is to angrily shout 'Little gypsy!' at them when they do something wrong. All together now;Hail Victory! Fnord.

A bad death of a murdered journalist in the Saudi Arabian embassy in Turkey... followed by a lovely picture in the papers of smiling Crown Prince Bin Salman with Jared Kusher (a walking cypher of wrong cleanliness and evil married to Trump's daughter) No wonder it is yet another bastard thing for Trump to hope the connections all vanish from..as he gently damns the killing of a critic of the very royal prince while tweeting endless vitriol against the third estate in the USA. And Donald's glorious tit for tat bollocks about the old nuclear bilateral agreement with Russia... 'Well THEY started it, so we will react...ad infinitum'. Back to the happy days of being able to wipe out the planet seventy times over and rational cold war paranoia...at some point a computer will finally analyse all probable outcomes for the last time and find the one way in which a nuclear war could be won with minimal death on the home side. The computer it will say 'Go for it alpha monkeys'.  

'How long o lord, how long?  How low do you have to stoop in this country to be president?' Hunter S Thompson, Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail 1972. (About Nixon, but ever more relevant by the day.)

Of course the masochistic paranoia of leaders will continue to find new and further devious outlets, displays and new laws...all the usual countries (IE all of them) behaving as if they can get away with murder forever. Forever, these days, is most likely shorter than a generation, unless there is already a dynasty of cruelty in place, where the buck/baton/cattle prod is passed down as an heirloom of death. Communication never gets to the top because underlings are scared to tell their bosses the truth in case the sweethearts are offended and kill them. (Meow and woof.)

*'The machine is running the engineers' Lenin on his deathbed. Communism, huh?

China's 'voluntary' organ donor scheme. Harvested from enemies of the state...70,000 annual operations...Got the money? Need a new liver? Sort you out in a fortnight, NO waiting list. Not suspicious at all, unless you are a doctor from another country looking into the massive amount of operations and the far smaller published donor lists. Hopefully, those rich enough to afford the instant new transplants will be better, peaceful people when they have their new tee total vegetarian Falun Gong organs in place. Whereas those with less to spend will have to make do with their internal workings run by other very involuntary donations made by dissidents who dared the high insult of comparing the 'president for life' to Winnie the Pooh.  

Primum non nocere, you bastards. The Hippocratic Oath replaced by a hypocritical medical ideology of murder for profit. The state does not help the healthcare 'system' much, if at all, so the military hospitals with easy access to prisoners can get to work stealing what is needed from living bodies. Those arrested who do not give their names and places of birth for fear of involving their families are simple to vanish. They ceased to exist the moment they were caught. Download the report, written by two Canadians, one a former Crown prosecutor and the other a Human Rights Lawyer and make up your own mind as to the veracity. 'The Middle Kingdom between Heaven and Earth', the land which brought the world Taoism and Confucianism...  

www.organharvestinvestigation.net

Take the time and read the report. Then ask yourself, if your children, parents or close friends needed a transplant to save their life (and you could afford a fast Chinese military hospital operation) would you truly care where the organ came from as long as it was healthy? If it was only for you, would you still take it, knowing where it had been stolen from or would you allow your own destiny to be? Desperation is one sure-fire test of the perception of morality.

*Ever notice all those t shirts, sweat shirts and bags with those certain cool slogans on? 'Happy to be an individual', 'My style is my choice', 'My freedom is my world', 'The end justifies the means'. Etc. Take a very cold and realistic guess as to where they are made and by whom and under what conditions. That's right. 

I appear to live (temporarily) in a world where a printed sign on the inside of a toilet door needs to say in two languages 'First unlock the door then turn handle'. That's right kids/adults, you have to be able to open a door before you open it. Almost Zen wisdom but hardly rocket science or brain surgery. Stuff you learn at about the age of  three. I have lost count (triple figures now) of how many customers in a certain shop I have seen standing next to a big, clearly printed sign on the counter to 'ring for service', watching them get ever more impatient as those who are working hard behind the scenes remain deaf and blind to their existence. And signs on the front door, inside and outside also in two languages, asking customers to please close the door.  A third of them never do, even in heavy winter. The evil within me takes a savage glee at the depth of stupidity of these shameless idiots. The pathetic being within rejoices that he is not quite as dumb as these retarded bipeds and the fake existentialist feels a sweeping wave of sheer galactic horror. But...

Back to the litany once again and forever...quality over quantity. I have optimism for the few. They/you WILL make it. You will create it and become it. As long as you understand how to open a f...ing door, you are halfway there.

'Whoever can scare people enough (produce bio-survival anxiety) can sell them quickly on any verbal map which seems to give them relief. i.e. cure the anxiety. By frightening people with Hell and then offering them Salvation, the most ignorant or crooked individuals can 'sell' a whole system of thought that cannot bear two minutes of rational analysis. Robert Anton Wilson, Prometheus Rising.

And once the child/adult is afraid enough, they will follow the substitute parent/s, kept pliant and submissive by further shocks administered to their truly nervous system with the promise of support or threat of punishment. Shame forever without mercy on those outside the mainstream of politics and organised religion who maintain such deeply manipulative systems in the pretence of setting the tender initiates 'free'. You should be a positive alternative, not more of the same poison.

'You gave your life to be the person you are now. Was it worth it?'           Richard Bach.Running from Saftey.

Onwards and inwards, sidestepping the unnecessary. You are your thoughts,'Reality' is personal, subjective and shaped by Will, the Love you come from and the Love you create. Happy everything/Sol Invictus to you and survive the long winter. Hibernate if needed, stay warm, learning and free...