Psychology has a long dreadful history. For the most part people with any sort of illness upon their minds were scorned of many things. Witchcraft, sorcery, demented, possessed and so forth. Yet rarely do we find in early cultures an civilized attempt to actually understand and help those with such. No medication or thoughtful attempts to ease down the suffering of their minds. Except for the Romans, practices on mental patients were cruel and by far distant to humanity. Often people would be secluded to forgotten asylums where no man pays heed. As the minds of the cursed reside in such unhomely places. Places ridden with dust and rats, disease and suffering. These places literally did more harm then good. As such harmful places only serve to rust down the fabric of life. In other words, psychology was a very primitive thing for many years. Even now when we look back at even the 60s it seems wrong. As homosexuality was listed as an "illness". Such things change as humans progress, but no matter which eye looks upon the idea it looks the same. Easily one of the worst times would be in Dark ages of Europe. After the recent collapsing of the great Roman Empire, after the many small states of Gaul and so forth divided and claimed their territory. Pointing fingers of witchcraft or the devils work. Possessed people beyond the worth of human eyes. Yes, humanity truly shined it's true face. Humans never bothered to ever understand. Even do this day the stigma still lives. Even as we accept and understand people of different races, origins and cultures. We still rarely begin to understand something just as likely chosen. Human mental illness is no differently viewed by the greater public then it was centuries ago. His clan lives in the great land to the north of England. In the highlands where the green grass brilliantly shines as the hills rise and fall. Gentle at times, slowly pacing hills rising ever so lofty. Crags at other times, deeply rising as blue rushing water crashes harshly amongst the salt ridden coastlines. The air is clear, the weather smoggy. The dirt darker then the soot off horse heels, the grass green the emerald eyes. It seems so beautiful that misery would never seem to apply in such a places. But that is not so the truth. Yet, out of pure fear he utters no word of such. No thought, no opinion, nor worry. For the torture of word seems so much worse than the cloud which hovers. Soon life shall take more crueler fronts. As the seasons where on, and as winter begins its old cold story. Soon the lands shall be whither than the pale faces of man. Yet no life shall been seen coming from such. Soon his age shall approach fourteen. But already he has seen more than a man dare glimpse. Soon more shall be clear than any eagle eye can see. But along with such clear perception will rise the fog of the blackness which falls. Slowly overcoming the mind which tells the story. -In this story you shall heed the tale of one on the edge of lunacy. A young child one can easily relate to. Air- Bathroom Girl Opinions? Thoughts?
Techniques in this time ranged from seclusion, to drilling a hole in one's head. Leaking out the illness which haunted the mind.
-Reality is never apparent as it deem be. As it shifts and changes as time paces by. Whenever an object seems curious, ponder to yourself the relevance of it. Delusion? Reality? Such struggles and decisions you yourself will be forced to make.
-Live the cruelty which is life in such dark times. Nobility and honor seem so distant when life itself barely is so.
-Can you decipher the truth of mens words? Are they with your best interest in mind? Or are their very words simply created to end you in destruction?
-Are you paranoid? Or are they really out to get you? ;-)
-Are the voices which seem to sing in the wind like cursing butterflies the dim reflection of natures deities? Or the cursing scorn of a collapsing mind?
-Shall you live and die all at once?
-Can you understand?
-Comphrend friend, as the world is fading in the eyes you shall be
Air- Dark Messages
Dronolan's Tower- (Depends)
Other Scottish Instrumentals
Other Mind Intrumentals
SHADOWMIND Episode One4.4Episode Three4.8Episode Four4.6
THE SWALLOWED REALM Chapter One4.6Chapter Two4.9Chapter Three4.6
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