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Isis Dea
Society of Adrift Hope
#21 - 2013-10-10 16:51:20 UTC  |  Edited by: Isis Dea
Scherezad wrote:
Isis Dea wrote:
No, simple Matari. That's all. Matari who aren't trying to hide in the ways of old. Matari who aren't trying to escape within Gallente or Amarrian societies. Matari who love what evil has evolved them into and justify the Amarrians who do call us savage.

And you're welcome to continue considering us being merely human.

Hopefully you never get to be enlightened of the difference.

You are quite the romantic, ma'am! But I think you confuse genetic and memetic distribution. You're as human as anyone, just a carrier of a particularly invective memeplex. It's fortunately not a particularly virulent one. I do hope that you are able to shed it soon, and safely. Autotoxicity is very common with that sort of structure. Best of luck.


It won't be shed. They are my roots. Or, perhaps, my new ones. I come from generations of Sebiestor that have great history with being enslaved, fighting, losing, and winning against the Amarrians. Peace doesn't exist here and the old ways still chanted are uttered by delusionals. Our little circle of pain is shared by many within this particular generation and rather than run from it, we embrace it. It is a pain that does not vent any other way than through more pain. After all, that is our realty, nothing else exists or has any such worth.

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Constantin Baracca
Societas Imperialis Sceptri Coronaeque
Khimi Harar
#22 - 2013-10-10 16:55:25 UTC
Isis Dea wrote:
Scherezad wrote:
Isis Dea wrote:
No, simple Matari. That's all. Matari who aren't trying to hide in the ways of old. Matari who aren't trying to escape within Gallente or Amarrian societies. Matari who love what evil has evolved them into and justify the Amarrians who do call us savage.

And you're welcome to continue considering us being merely human.

Hopefully you never get to be enlightened of the difference.

You are quite the romantic, ma'am! But I think you confuse genetic and memetic distribution. You're as human as anyone, just a carrier of a particularly invective memeplex. It's fortunately not a particularly virulent one. I do hope that you are able to shed it soon, and safely. Autotoxicity is very common with that sort of structure. Best of luck.


It won't be shed. They are my roots. Or, perhaps, my new ones. I come from generations of Sebiestor that have great history with being enslaved, fighting, losing, and winning against the Amarrians. Our little circle of pain is shared by many within this generation. It is a pain that does not vent any other way than through more pain. After all, that is our realty, nothing else exists or has such worth.


Nonesense! I can name something far more valuable and real than violence that neither you nor I can claim to be particularly unfamiliar with.

Though if that spread through the cluster as readily as violence, we would most likely have fought our last war centuries ago.

"What good will it be for someone to gain the whole world, yet forfeit their soul? Or what can anyone give in exchange for their soul?"

-Matthew 16:26

Isis Dea
Society of Adrift Hope
#23 - 2013-10-10 17:00:10 UTC
Constantin Baracca wrote:
Isis Dea wrote:
Scherezad wrote:
Isis Dea wrote:
No, simple Matari. That's all. Matari who aren't trying to hide in the ways of old. Matari who aren't trying to escape within Gallente or Amarrian societies. Matari who love what evil has evolved them into and justify the Amarrians who do call us savage.

And you're welcome to continue considering us being merely human.

Hopefully you never get to be enlightened of the difference.

You are quite the romantic, ma'am! But I think you confuse genetic and memetic distribution. You're as human as anyone, just a carrier of a particularly invective memeplex. It's fortunately not a particularly virulent one. I do hope that you are able to shed it soon, and safely. Autotoxicity is very common with that sort of structure. Best of luck.


It won't be shed. They are my roots. Or, perhaps, my new ones. I come from generations of Sebiestor that have great history with being enslaved, fighting, losing, and winning against the Amarrians. Our little circle of pain is shared by many within this generation. It is a pain that does not vent any other way than through more pain. After all, that is our realty, nothing else exists or has such worth.


Nonesense! I can name something far more valuable and real than violence that neither you nor I can claim to be particularly unfamiliar with.

Though if that spread through the cluster as readily as violence, we would most likely have fought our last war centuries ago.


You've touch my curiosity perhaps inappropriately, do share? Twisted

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Constantin Baracca
Societas Imperialis Sceptri Coronaeque
Khimi Harar
#24 - 2013-10-10 23:08:51 UTC
Isis Dea wrote:
Constantin Baracca wrote:
Isis Dea wrote:
Scherezad wrote:
Isis Dea wrote:
No, simple Matari. That's all. Matari who aren't trying to hide in the ways of old. Matari who aren't trying to escape within Gallente or Amarrian societies. Matari who love what evil has evolved them into and justify the Amarrians who do call us savage.

And you're welcome to continue considering us being merely human.

Hopefully you never get to be enlightened of the difference.

You are quite the romantic, ma'am! But I think you confuse genetic and memetic distribution. You're as human as anyone, just a carrier of a particularly invective memeplex. It's fortunately not a particularly virulent one. I do hope that you are able to shed it soon, and safely. Autotoxicity is very common with that sort of structure. Best of luck.


It won't be shed. They are my roots. Or, perhaps, my new ones. I come from generations of Sebiestor that have great history with being enslaved, fighting, losing, and winning against the Amarrians. Our little circle of pain is shared by many within this generation. It is a pain that does not vent any other way than through more pain. After all, that is our realty, nothing else exists or has such worth.


Nonesense! I can name something far more valuable and real than violence that neither you nor I can claim to be particularly unfamiliar with.

Though if that spread through the cluster as readily as violence, we would most likely have fought our last war centuries ago.


You've touch my curiosity perhaps inappropriately, do share? Twisted


The difference between you and me, dear Isis, is that I know the appropriate forums to go into such details. This forum might not be the most suitable.

But you know what I mean, and I doubt you would disagree. Savage violence and uncontrollable rage don't often come from people who've found extracurricular satisfaction.

I'm just saying.

"What good will it be for someone to gain the whole world, yet forfeit their soul? Or what can anyone give in exchange for their soul?"

-Matthew 16:26

Isis Dea
Society of Adrift Hope
#25 - 2013-10-10 23:13:53 UTC  |  Edited by: Isis Dea
Constantin Baracca wrote:

The difference between you and me, dear Isis, is that I know the appropriate forums to go into such details. This forum might not be the most suitable.

But you know what I mean, and I doubt you would disagree. Savage violence and uncontrollable rage don't often come from people who've found extracurricular satisfaction.

I'm just saying.


Is this a topic that is going have me missing my collar by the end of it?

Perhaps you really shouldn't tease.

And besides, I'm not confident someone doesn't have a vitoc injector hidden somewhere special.

You know, for safe measures.

But I mean... I could try to kick the stuff again, you know, as horrible as it would be; it might not be so hard since it's been so long since... well...

I should stop talking.

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Constantin Baracca
Societas Imperialis Sceptri Coronaeque
Khimi Harar
#26 - 2013-10-11 01:07:19 UTC
Isis Dea wrote:
Constantin Baracca wrote:

The difference between you and me, dear Isis, is that I know the appropriate forums to go into such details. This forum might not be the most suitable.

But you know what I mean, and I doubt you would disagree. Savage violence and uncontrollable rage don't often come from people who've found extracurricular satisfaction.

I'm just saying.


Is this a topic that is going have me missing my collar by the end of it?

Perhaps you really shouldn't tease.

And besides, I'm not confident someone doesn't have a vitoc injector hidden somewhere special.

You know, for safe measures.

But I mean... I could try to kick the stuff again, you know, as horrible as it would be; it might not be so hard since it's been so long since... well...

I should stop talking.


I think I've gone over before what I think of the Vitoxin method of control, though I'd be pleased to decry its use again. My family isn't notable for its use of collars either. You don't tend to get much rebellion when your slaves are doing "soft" jobs like transcribing text or cleaning a chapel before prayers. We like to think our slaves are simply given a lot of time to read Scripture, but I wouldn't argue that one of the reasons our record as a Holder family is so good is that it's not necessarily difficult work. It simply takes a lot of discipline and reverence to do the work.

Outside of that, though, I wouldn't want to regale anyone else here with my more intimate exploits. Perhaps you should drop me a line. I'm in Caldari space now.

"What good will it be for someone to gain the whole world, yet forfeit their soul? Or what can anyone give in exchange for their soul?"

-Matthew 16:26

Isis Dea
Society of Adrift Hope
#27 - 2013-10-11 04:28:41 UTC  |  Edited by: Isis Dea
Constantin Baracca wrote:
Isis Dea wrote:
Constantin Baracca wrote:

The difference between you and me, dear Isis, is that I know the appropriate forums to go into such details. This forum might not be the most suitable.

But you know what I mean, and I doubt you would disagree. Savage violence and uncontrollable rage don't often come from people who've found extracurricular satisfaction.

I'm just saying.


Is this a topic that is going have me missing my collar by the end of it?

Perhaps you really shouldn't tease.

And besides, I'm not confident someone doesn't have a vitoc injector hidden somewhere special.

You know, for safe measures.

But I mean... I could try to kick the stuff again, you know, as horrible as it would be; it might not be so hard since it's been so long since... well...

I should stop talking.


I think I've gone over before what I think of the Vitoxin method of control, though I'd be pleased to decry its use again. My family isn't notable for its use of collars either. You don't tend to get much rebellion when your slaves are doing "soft" jobs like transcribing text or cleaning a chapel before prayers. We like to think our slaves are simply given a lot of time to read Scripture, but I wouldn't argue that one of the reasons our record as a Holder family is so good is that it's not necessarily difficult work. It simply takes a lot of discipline and reverence to do the work.

Outside of that, though, I wouldn't want to regale anyone else here with my more intimate exploits. Perhaps you should drop me a line. I'm in Caldari space now.


Stop. Let me share with you a forbidden fact most people don't know about that collar.

Where Brutors have their strength, we Sebestior have our minds. And our minds go dangerous places. Even as horrific as my past has been, the sick fact is my mind is warped enough that it now misses many things of those times. A fine part of us enjoyed that complete loss of control.

That collar, at least with me and number of others in the estates I've served, was very much like how dog tags are to a soldier. Yet additionally like worn rank as well.

Bad slaves and those serving by the hundreds in the mines got big multi-safety electro industrial-grade rusted collars.

Prized slaves got sleek golden-laced metal collars that sat perfectly with family and house etchings.

There were plenty of other collars inbetween.

When I got my prized collar, I could not stop smiling. Someone, somewhere, and in power truly adored me. I was proud. I glided within my stride throughout the entire day and even though night yielded the abuse of Bishop's twisted nature, I could not keep my smile from endlessly showing.

In the darkness, that collar always carried a gentle hum, vibrating ever-so-slightly so as to not wear the skin of your neck. It was a fine little piece of technology, containing a locator I'm sure, and plenty of other safeguards. But I knew the collar was built to account for a slave more than to contain them. If a guard sought to steal you away, the other guards would respond like as if someone had threatened to assassinate the Bishop himself in order to get you back.

Love had gone into that collar.

And sure enough one day my nature would get the better of me and I would be sold later into a life of misery, but the real heartache kicked in the moment they removed that collar.

The vibrations stopped, the metallic warmth ceased, the presence of your owner and their love faded away forever.

And another replaced it, cold as space itself, bulkier. Something you would not see fitting in a throne room or upon the neck of an escort.

That was when I realized what I had just truly gambled away.

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Cain Aloga
SoE Roughriders
Electus Matari
#28 - 2013-10-11 15:14:04 UTC
Isis Dea wrote:
To Cain Aloga, a question.

What about Matari who come from the slave society, are liberated into their own society, and within their roots rebel to the savage nature that many claim we have evolved into being?

What if, old ways and peaceful tact, are viewed as weaknesses to an impending advantage by not just eventual enslaving Amarrians but also any society that would aim to subjugate us?

What if, Amarrian ways; from the faith to the provided home, do not fill the void of what feels natural and real to us?

What if, a single glance of Matari outcrying for peace, subjugation, or faith invokes complete and total rage, like a slave witnessing another who gives up, willing to die in the mines, or at the hands of an abusive slaver? For true peace, to us, only comes with death.

Nothing else works, nothing else provides a vent in where everything so hurts.

The lies that are uttered by sympathetic kin where such pain no longer has to be felt, are so empty that your rage envelopes them too. And rather than let them take that kind of fall by martyring themselves for you, you see them as just as wrong as the slave giving up.

So you run. And you embrace the evil you've become to others. You live and ascend within it.

How do you embrace that kind of Matari people? Because misery likes company and I have quite a few people who are interested in knowing your response.


Rage, pain, misery. These and other emotions are all to common within our people. I have encounter many young Brutor that hold on to them like a starving man does to food in the desert. Often they hold the very same views that you yourself have expressed. I will answer you and those with you the very same way I answer them.

Rage is a tool. It can give the warrior strength in battle;the strategist clarity to see his opponents actions, and the slave the will to rebel. it can be used to achieve great things and it has. The pent up range and frustration that our people have felt for generations helped create and fuel the Elder fleet in their triumphant campaign against the Amar. Their fleets burned and most importantly the Tribes that were lost have returned.

However it is dangerous to be consumed by rage, pain, hate. Those that have allowed it to fill their spirits and rage blindly often times end up burning not only themselves but those around them as well, and often needlessly. One must learn how live with their rage, and use it, but also have the discipline to control it.

What I advise the young men and women of my tribe is to find the source of their rage, of their pain. It may be that they themselves, while under the collar, had a moment where they gave up, lost hope, and rage against their own weakness. It may be that the have experienced loss so crushing that all they have left is rage. What ever the cause, it is important to know it, and understand it no matter how painful it may be. Once that has been achieved, then can they find use and purpose, and channel their rage into something that they deem important enough.

They may go off and join the Tribal Liberation Force, and fight against the Amar. They might leave republic space and find use out in the Null sec corporations. What ever it is they do, they now have a purpose, and an understanding of that rage.

In the end, I can only guide. I cannot make you see what you do not wish to see, and do what you do not want to do. It is up to you if you wish to take my advice. I hope that it may serve you and those around you.

While our warriors fight for our people's freedom, we in turn should fight for our people's prosperity.

Isis Dea
Society of Adrift Hope
#29 - 2013-10-11 15:31:58 UTC
Cain Aloga wrote:

Rage, pain, misery. These and other emotions are all to common within our people. I have encounter many young Brutor that hold on to them like a starving man does to food in the desert. Often they hold the very same views that you yourself have expressed. I will answer you and those with you the very same way I answer them.

Rage is a tool. It can give the warrior strength in battle;the strategist clarity to see his opponents actions, and the slave the will to rebel. it can be used to achieve great things and it has. The pent up range and frustration that our people have felt for generations helped create and fuel the Elder fleet in their triumphant campaign against the Amar. Their fleets burned and most importantly the Tribes that were lost have returned.

However it is dangerous to be consumed by rage, pain, hate. Those that have allowed it to fill their spirits and rage blindly often times end up burning not only themselves but those around them as well, and often needlessly. One must learn how live with their rage, and use it, but also have the discipline to control it.

What I advise the young men and women of my tribe is to find the source of their rage, of their pain. It may be that they themselves, while under the collar, had a moment where they gave up, lost hope, and rage against their own weakness. It may be that the have experienced loss so crushing that all they have left is rage. What ever the cause, it is important to know it, and understand it no matter how painful it may be. Once that has been achieved, then can they find use and purpose, and channel their rage into something that they deem important enough.

They may go off and join the Tribal Liberation Force, and fight against the Amar. They might leave republic space and find use out in the Null sec corporations. What ever it is they do, they now have a purpose, and an understanding of that rage.

In the end, I can only guide. I cannot make you see what you do not wish to see, and do what you do not want to do. It is up to you if you wish to take my advice. I hope that it may serve you and those around you.


Is it wrong to take pride in rage? For as it is one of the only things I have left to my name, controlled like you mentioned being essential, as it is still present, there, like an giant creature held back by a broken door.

Is it wrong to be proud of it? That such an emotional monster is but a example of how alive you still are and that none of your experiences, including those terrible ones, were for nothing?

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Cain Aloga
SoE Roughriders
Electus Matari
#30 - 2013-10-11 16:03:24 UTC
Isis Dea wrote:
Is it wrong to take pride in rage? For as it is one of the only things I have left to my name, controlled like you mentioned being essential, as it is still present, there, like an giant creature held back by a broken door.

Is it wrong to be proud of it? That such an emotional monster is but a example of how alive you still are and that none of your experiences, including those terrible ones, were for nothing?


I may have not spoken clearly, or perhaps I may have misunderstood you'r question.

I never said that one should not take pride in it. I only stated that it should be under control. As a race, we have every right to feel enraged, to want to hit back at those who denied our very humanity. No one can say otherwise. No one has that authority.

All I have said is that it is not the only thing that should define us. We need to rebuild. we need to go back to who we are, only this time, more weary and stronger than before. As I mentioned, rage is but a tool to be used in this rebuilding process. Nothing would rebuff the Amar so firmly and so resoundingly than that of a strong, stable Republic made up of and ruled by the tribes that can hold their 'Reclaiming' at bay, that makes their armada's and their Ideology, so insignificant that they are forced accept that they can not do as they please.

By all means take pride in your rage, be proud of things that you can accomplish with it, but do not let it consumer you

While our warriors fight for our people's freedom, we in turn should fight for our people's prosperity.

Constantin Baracca
Societas Imperialis Sceptri Coronaeque
Khimi Harar
#31 - 2013-10-11 17:16:26 UTC
Isis Dea wrote:
Constantin Baracca wrote:
Isis Dea wrote:
Constantin Baracca wrote:

The difference between you and me, dear Isis, is that I know the appropriate forums to go into such details. This forum might not be the most suitable.

But you know what I mean, and I doubt you would disagree. Savage violence and uncontrollable rage don't often come from people who've found extracurricular satisfaction.

I'm just saying.


Is this a topic that is going have me missing my collar by the end of it?

Perhaps you really shouldn't tease.

And besides, I'm not confident someone doesn't have a vitoc injector hidden somewhere special.

You know, for safe measures.

But I mean... I could try to kick the stuff again, you know, as horrible as it would be; it might not be so hard since it's been so long since... well...

I should stop talking.


I think I've gone over before what I think of the Vitoxin method of control, though I'd be pleased to decry its use again. My family isn't notable for its use of collars either. You don't tend to get much rebellion when your slaves are doing "soft" jobs like transcribing text or cleaning a chapel before prayers. We like to think our slaves are simply given a lot of time to read Scripture, but I wouldn't argue that one of the reasons our record as a Holder family is so good is that it's not necessarily difficult work. It simply takes a lot of discipline and reverence to do the work.

Outside of that, though, I wouldn't want to regale anyone else here with my more intimate exploits. Perhaps you should drop me a line. I'm in Caldari space now.


Stop. Let me share with you a forbidden fact most people don't know about that collar.

Where Brutors have their strength, we Sebestior have our minds. And our minds go dangerous places. Even as horrific as my past has been, the sick fact is my mind is warped enough that it now misses many things of those times. A fine part of us enjoyed that complete loss of control.

That collar, at least with me and number of others in the estates I've served, was very much like how dog tags are to a soldier. Yet additionally like worn rank as well.

Bad slaves and those serving by the hundreds in the mines got big multi-safety electro industrial-grade rusted collars.

Prized slaves got sleek golden-laced metal collars that sat perfectly with family and house etchings.

There were plenty of other collars inbetween.

When I got my prized collar, I could not stop smiling. Someone, somewhere, and in power truly adored me. I was proud. I glided within my stride throughout the entire day and even though night yielded the abuse of Bishop's twisted nature, I could not keep my smile from endlessly showing.

In the darkness, that collar always carried a gentle hum, vibrating ever-so-slightly so as to not wear the skin of your neck. It was a fine little piece of technology, containing a locator I'm sure, and plenty of other safeguards. But I knew the collar was built to account for a slave more than to contain them. If a guard sought to steal you away, the other guards would respond like as if someone had threatened to assassinate the Bishop himself in order to get you back.

Love had gone into that collar.

And sure enough one day my nature would get the better of me and I would be sold later into a life of misery, but the real heartache kicked in the moment they removed that collar.

The vibrations stopped, the metallic warmth ceased, the presence of your owner and their love faded away forever.

And another replaced it, cold as space itself, bulkier. Something you would not see fitting in a throne room or upon the neck of an escort.

That was when I realized what I had just truly gambled away.


It is stories like this that touch my heart heavily in our Empire. That collar should not be a reward. The reward is when the collar is no longer necessary. The new collar becomes the discipline of the heart.

In the end, we capsuleers postpone the inevitable. Death is only delayed, and for all of us the chances of survival over the lifetime of the universe falls towards zero. Something will go wrong with a transmission someday, or we will discover how to jam the signal, and we capsuleers will face death. All of our long years, centuries, perhaps millenia of acquiring and losing things will be over. Our wealth, our precious, gilded things, remain where they are. We are but souls thirsting for purpose and knowledge in temporary stewardship of the handfuls of stardust we combine together to call our possessions.

But we do not go to the beyond empty-handed. Our experiences and our lives are so much more valuable, as they will last an eternity. A fine slave collar is only so fine as the day it is taken, but the wisdom of the soul lasts an eternity. It is more valuable than anything ISK can buy or your hands can take. Experience and emotion, love and peace, even the tiniest bit of random knowledge on star charts is not something that can so easily be taken from you. What we have is transitory, but what we become lasts an eternity.

The gilded collar should not be what was valuable, it was the work done to attain it and the experience gained in its acquirement. If the feeling was gone when it was taken, then it had no value. Perhaps I am a simple bishop of a rather difficult diocese, but it isn't my position or my diocese that is so important. What is important is the knowledge that, if a Gallente has a crisis and asks me for help in taking him along the path to faith, that I can make the universe a better place if by one soul.

That is worth more ISK than the universe could ever bring to bear, and is mine forever. I would not trade the elation of a single good deed for all the good things in the cluster. Cognac, ships, and slaves are an infinitesimal measure of my wealth. My most valuable rewards are the wealth of the soul.

"What good will it be for someone to gain the whole world, yet forfeit their soul? Or what can anyone give in exchange for their soul?"

-Matthew 16:26

Nauplius
Hoi Andrapodistai
#32 - 2013-10-11 22:39:46 UTC
Constantin Baracca wrote:


It is stories like this that touch my heart heavily in our Empire. That collar should not be a reward. The reward is when the collar is no longer necessary. The new collar becomes the discipline of the heart...


I have been suspicious of your work, Pilot Baracca, but there is wisdom in this post.
Isis Dea
Society of Adrift Hope
#33 - 2013-10-12 00:22:53 UTC  |  Edited by: Isis Dea
Nauplius wrote:
Constantin Baracca wrote:


It is stories like this that touch my heart heavily in our Empire. That collar should not be a reward. The reward is when the collar is no longer necessary. The new collar becomes the discipline of the heart...


I have been suspicious of your work, Pilot Baracca, but there is wisdom in this post.


Where's a fun in that? In the same way a soldier is allowed to adore his rank, so should a slave be allowed to adore hers. It is an ego boost, a sense of mattering especially to someone you shouldn't (or should under other cases).

Besides, you might need something to hold onto (literally) for leverage if I'm feeling (or ordered) in a frisky state.

In a social setting, the collar means I'm taken by someone. Much like a ring in traditional societies that practice marriage. I become a forbidden fruit that carries a price reflected by the degree of elegancy worn. The degree of how intricate the collar's design and markings implies a standard above the other slaves. If your Master/Mistress seeks to reward someone dearly, he/she sends you. You are in many ways, his/her emissary.

There is a responsibility there, one that cannot be acted out. You have to train yourself to inspire the attention of an entire room as well as the complete attention of a single man/woman.

You have to be able to radiate the power of your Master/Mistress, his or her ability to control even those he/she rewards.

Should a royal rewarded subject emerge late to a meeting, or arrive sweating and without composure because the night lasted far longer than it should have, your Master/Mistress already has an edge over them.

For a royal rewarded subject to compliment your Master/Mistress's slaves and/or personally ask for the price of you, you know you'll have won even greater favor. More than likely you'll be rewarded that night and treasured further.

A new collar, more beautiful and invoking of attention or presence (even if it's not smaller), is one of the many ways one can be awarded.

Very few slaves have been so lucky to have been blessed in the appearance and drive in being able to go that distance.

I'm proud to have worn such a collar, it gave me more power than any could imagine, and made me closer to my Master than any slave ever should.

So... when I finally did show my truest nature, it hurt greater than anything he'd ever felt.

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Constantin Baracca
Societas Imperialis Sceptri Coronaeque
Khimi Harar
#34 - 2013-10-12 03:09:04 UTC
Isis Dea wrote:
Nauplius wrote:
Constantin Baracca wrote:


It is stories like this that touch my heart heavily in our Empire. That collar should not be a reward. The reward is when the collar is no longer necessary. The new collar becomes the discipline of the heart...


I have been suspicious of your work, Pilot Baracca, but there is wisdom in this post.


Where's a fun in that? In the same way a soldier is allowed to adore his rank, so should a slave be allowed to adore hers. It is an ego boost, a sense of mattering especially to someone you shouldn't (or should under other cases).

Besides, you might need something to hold onto (literally) for leverage if I'm feeling (or ordered) in a frisky state.

In a social setting, the collar means I'm taken by someone. Much like a ring in traditional societies that practice marriage. I become a forbidden fruit that carries a price reflected by the degree of elegancy worn. The degree of how intricate the collar's design and markings implies a standard above the other slaves. If your Master/Mistress seeks to reward someone dearly, he/she sends you. You are in many ways, his/her emissary.

There is a responsibility there, one that cannot be acted out. You have to train yourself to inspire the attention of an entire room as well as the complete attention of a single man/woman.

You have to be able to radiate the power of your Master/Mistress, his or her ability to control even those he/she rewards.

Should a royal rewarded subject emerge late to a meeting, or arrive sweating and without composure because the night lasted far longer than it should have, your Master/Mistress already has an edge over them.

For a royal rewarded subject to compliment your Master/Mistress's slaves and/or personally ask for the price of you, you know you'll have won even greater favor. More than likely you'll be rewarded that night and treasured further.

A new collar, more beautiful and invoking of attention or presence (even if it's not smaller), is one of the many ways one can be awarded.

Very few slaves have been so lucky to have been blessed in the appearance and drive in being able to go that distance.

I'm proud to have worn such a collar, it gave me more power than any could imagine, and made me closer to my Master than any slave ever should.

So... when I finally did show my truest nature, it hurt greater than anything he'd ever felt.


That is sort of the problem. A rank is not something to be valued, but a responsibility to be taken seriously. Men and women of high station are not given that station to enjoy, but given that station to set a good example to others. A poor master who does not know the value of work, the glory of God, or the wisdom of obedience can blame only himself when his subordinates know nothing better. You likely turned out quite like your master, all told. He has no one to blame but himself if he'd found that his love of things translated into his own slaves coming to value things. Had he valued piety and wisdom as completely, you may have turned out a completely different person.

Much of what I am comes from my family. Any wisdom I have gained, I can only credit my family, my church, and my Empire. They have taught me well as they could, and given me a title. It is not something I should rest on my laurels and enjoy. It is given as a responsibility. It falls to me to set out to show what a good bishop of the Amarr should be and to treat my subordinates as I think I should be treated. It is quite a responsibility, and many have even greater responsibilities than I.

So do not think of the collar or the loss of the collar. Physical accouterments are sometimes comfortable, but are not necessary and can even inhibit your spiritual growth. There is a greater, more potent wealth. One that is not symbolized by gilded collars, but by wise ways and deeds. The collar is a distraction, at best a reward for something less tangible. At worst, it was a red herring that blinded you things of true value. When we are gone, the collar remains behind and passes on. It is as easily taken as it is given.

Other things have greater value.

"What good will it be for someone to gain the whole world, yet forfeit their soul? Or what can anyone give in exchange for their soul?"

-Matthew 16:26

Isis Dea
Society of Adrift Hope
#35 - 2013-10-12 13:28:26 UTC
Constantin Baracca wrote:

That is sort of the problem. A rank is not something to be valued, but a responsibility to be taken seriously. Men and women of high station are not given that station to enjoy, but given that station to set a good example to others. A poor master who does not know the value of work, the glory of God, or the wisdom of obedience can blame only himself when his subordinates know nothing better. You likely turned out quite like your master, all told. He has no one to blame but himself if he'd found that his love of things translated into his own slaves coming to value things. Had he valued piety and wisdom as completely, you may have turned out a completely different person.

Much of what I am comes from my family. Any wisdom I have gained, I can only credit my family, my church, and my Empire. They have taught me well as they could, and given me a title. It is not something I should rest on my laurels and enjoy. It is given as a responsibility. It falls to me to set out to show what a good bishop of the Amarr should be and to treat my subordinates as I think I should be treated. It is quite a responsibility, and many have even greater responsibilities than I.

So do not think of the collar or the loss of the collar. Physical accouterments are sometimes comfortable, but are not necessary and can even inhibit your spiritual growth. There is a greater, more potent wealth. One that is not symbolized by gilded collars, but by wise ways and deeds. The collar is a distraction, at best a reward for something less tangible. At worst, it was a red herring that blinded you things of true value. When we are gone, the collar remains behind and passes on. It is as easily taken as it is given.

Other things have greater value.


Surely they do.

But symbols are not the devil so long as you do not value them more than yourself.

The collar doesn't make me who I am, it makes me proud of who I am.

Where you find pride in yourself doesn't have to come traditionally, and your high society bias is getting in the way. At the end of the day, like trophies hung up on a wall or having non-despised employment history... you need icons that speak of how far they come.

Else the mirror becomes murky and your confidence is founded on nothing physical. Which is easy for some people and unnatural for most.

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Constantin Baracca
Societas Imperialis Sceptri Coronaeque
Khimi Harar
#36 - 2013-10-12 18:19:16 UTC
Isis Dea wrote:
Constantin Baracca wrote:

That is sort of the problem. A rank is not something to be valued, but a responsibility to be taken seriously. Men and women of high station are not given that station to enjoy, but given that station to set a good example to others. A poor master who does not know the value of work, the glory of God, or the wisdom of obedience can blame only himself when his subordinates know nothing better. You likely turned out quite like your master, all told. He has no one to blame but himself if he'd found that his love of things translated into his own slaves coming to value things. Had he valued piety and wisdom as completely, you may have turned out a completely different person.

Much of what I am comes from my family. Any wisdom I have gained, I can only credit my family, my church, and my Empire. They have taught me well as they could, and given me a title. It is not something I should rest on my laurels and enjoy. It is given as a responsibility. It falls to me to set out to show what a good bishop of the Amarr should be and to treat my subordinates as I think I should be treated. It is quite a responsibility, and many have even greater responsibilities than I.

So do not think of the collar or the loss of the collar. Physical accouterments are sometimes comfortable, but are not necessary and can even inhibit your spiritual growth. There is a greater, more potent wealth. One that is not symbolized by gilded collars, but by wise ways and deeds. The collar is a distraction, at best a reward for something less tangible. At worst, it was a red herring that blinded you things of true value. When we are gone, the collar remains behind and passes on. It is as easily taken as it is given.

Other things have greater value.


Surely they do.

But symbols are not the devil so long as you do not value them more than yourself.

The collar doesn't make me who I am, it makes me proud of who I am.

Where you find pride in yourself doesn't have to come traditionally, and your high society bias is getting in the way. At the end of the day, like trophies hung up on a wall or having non-despised employment history... you need icons that speak of how far they come.

Else the mirror becomes murky and your confidence is founded on nothing physical. Which is easy for some people and unnatural for most.


Actually, I would say that the idea of humility isn't necessarily traditional. Scripturally, I am meant to wear a very bare minimum of jewelry and ornamentation, but traditionally I would wear somewhat more. I've broken with tradition in that respect as I tend to think walking into Matari space and trying to preach a message of God's love and peace might somewhat be hindered if I am coated in enough traditional jewelry to buy their places of business. I can't say I ever wore them to more than my ordination even in Amarr space.

What you say is true, the collar does not make you who you are, but should also not need to make you proud. As I said, the collar was taken and suddenly it was gone, but the things it represented, your life and experiences, were not. Your confidence need not be founded in anything physical, mostly because physical things are irrelevant.

There is a Scriptural story that speaks to this. There was a time of drought on Orsis, and the people of the community thought that they should build a lavish temple to God from what resources remained. Before they began, though, God's command is carried to them that they should build a simple house of wood on a hill where they can see it. Every night, they were all to prepare him an extra plate of food, no more portion than they would eat for themselves. The villagers did this, and were surprised to discover that the extra servings were gone by the morning. So they continued like this, for a year, believing God lived in the house.

Presently, God ceased to eat their food. The people, worried, went to the wooden house and looked inside. Inside was a great horde of gold, weighing precisely what they had set aside for the Lord. And the wise village elder said, "This is not the house of the Lord, for the universe is but His table. Yet we invited Him into our houses and gave Him our hospitality. He repays our hospitality with great boons and blessings, for we have given him greater than any temple built by the hands of men."

It was an essential understanding that a temple is a symbol, but not one of great universal importance. The temple was a physical object to which the early Amarrians believed they could simply purchase the blessings of the Lord. The idea of the wooden house immediately spake ill of the vanity of the people, for the Lord does not need great palaces when he is so much greater than the universe itself. Instead, what matters and has worth to the Lord, what he repaid his followers for, was their hospitality and generosity. That it was better for them to invite him warmly into their lives than to build him a palace of his own.

Truly the wisdom of the Lord could teach us all that physical things are much less relevant to those things which survive with us beyond death. If the collar had any worth, it's value would not have been gone with the collar. If it represented something permanent and righteous, it would not be something that could be taken away from you. Truly, those are the greatest of the Lord's blessings.

"What good will it be for someone to gain the whole world, yet forfeit their soul? Or what can anyone give in exchange for their soul?"

-Matthew 16:26

Isis Dea
Society of Adrift Hope
#37 - 2013-10-13 15:02:45 UTC  |  Edited by: Isis Dea
You're holding a number of people to a standard. This is a standard written noble and within His will yet it is not until entirely followed.

And that's one reason you lose a number of people.

If God is simply too far flung a concept inside a despairing destructive environment, you condemn them should they find strength in lesser, more physical, and thus "real" (to them) things.

You fail to realize that all of man never once is allowed choice into which home he is born. In time, the destruction can claim all capacity for him to see beyond himself. Should God truly exist and we are made in His image, never would there be condemnation of such a man, for His will led man into that home and upbringing. The things the man comes to treasure should never be questioned, the directions he takes in life equally unquestioned.

For they are all vehicles of His will.

But if all of man were to embrace such a fact, then where would he be allowed to judge? Where would he be allowed to matter in the eyes of the divine? What would he be allowed to preach?

Surely there is a path written in trials that awaits... but this path does not speak justice to those less fortunate and one can easily consider favoritism within the eyes of God.

Suddenly the faith doesn't seem so close to His will after all, especially if the vehicles He uses to appeal our sense of discovery in self or escape from reality are kept to a standard impossible to be met by a fine many. I refuse to believe he only cares for a certain people.

That is not the God I know.

I find instances of love within the collar, more real than I have ever known.
I have found instances of self-worth in the collar, more real than I have ever known.
I have witnessed within the collar being guarded and treasured, more real than I have ever known.

But you don't think they're proper definitions of love, self-worth, being safeguarded, and treasured.

I venomously would contend your opinion, claiming your people speak from your upbringing and haven't the slightest element shared with mine. And yet you aim to impose your standard on others, believing it is the sum of the divine's translation for all his people. Especially if it is noble.

That is what makes me, and many others would dare to embrace the faith, grow to hate you very quickly.

If God would impose me on purpose to such a ridiculously inconsiderate standard, I will give him the same respect he's shown me: spite. But then I stop and let myself breathe and I remember it is a man who tells me my ways and values in upbringing are not truly developed or divine.

And I remember he is just a man.

A man following a society standard quoted by other men, claimed divine.

His will be done; do not lecture me further of finding strength and purpose where I do or should. You simply are not qualified enough to have a voice there.

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Samira Kernher
Cail Avetatu
#38 - 2013-10-13 16:56:42 UTC  |  Edited by: Samira Kernher
He is Amarr, and a bishop. You were a servant, and born of a people that turned from God. He is more qualified than you to have a voice, and his wisdom should be respected.
Isis Dea
Society of Adrift Hope
#39 - 2013-10-13 17:13:19 UTC  |  Edited by: Isis Dea
Samira Kernher wrote:
He is Amarr, and a bishop. You were a servant, and born of a people that turned from God. He is more qualified than you to have a voice, and his wisdom should be respected.


And now we are immortals. Ascended and equal, irony ensues that within my rights as a capsuleer, I am allowed to contend his beliefs and his people's now.

I respect his opinion. Yet I am Matari, as savage as your people would define me, honoring that image by rewarding him in decent conversation with contesting points and passionate displays of my opinion (such as that bit about not lecturing).

And it is just my opinion, as fragile as it's stated, open for exploit.

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Constantin Baracca
Societas Imperialis Sceptri Coronaeque
Khimi Harar
#40 - 2013-10-14 12:55:53 UTC
Isis Dea wrote:
Samira Kernher wrote:
He is Amarr, and a bishop. You were a servant, and born of a people that turned from God. He is more qualified than you to have a voice, and his wisdom should be respected.


And now we are immortals. Ascended and equal, irony ensues that within my rights as a capsuleer, I am allowed to contend his beliefs and his people's now.

I respect his opinion. Yet I am Matari, as savage as your people would define me, honoring that image by rewarding him in decent conversation with contesting points and passionate displays of my opinion (such as that bit about not lecturing).

And it is just my opinion, as fragile as it's stated, open for exploit.


I do appreciate your concern, Samira, and thank you for your defense. However, speaking with foreigners who inquire about my right to preach is a very large part of what I do. If I was going to take it as a stab against my faith or my position, I'd have long ago stopped. As it stands, it is important to realize where people are on God's path. No one is ever beyond sight of the way, it is simply a difficult road to travel, especially so for people who were not raised in the better educated end of our society. It is important to be patient with our students, as they may be starting a long way off. To wit...

Isis, I do think you've misunderstood my intentions. I hold all people to God's standard, regardless of belief, but perhaps my own people most of all. That we all do not perfectly adhere to the faith is not a blandishment upon it per se, but shows how much we as humans have to learn. It is incredibly difficult to keep to those standards of discipline, and too often it seems so much easier to focus on temporal things. Easy, but I don't think rewarding.

All physical items are just that. Physical items. Atoms pressed in supernova explosions that have rained upon our planets and moons or in our asteroids an nebulae. As much as we want and like these things, for they make our lives easier and more pleasant, we have to understand them for what they are. They are products of more valuable rewards: knowledge and industry. These more nebulous concepts are perhaps harder to grasp, as knowledge has little material worth for the owner unless he can make it into a profitable venture. However, your collar would not have existed were it not for a goldsmith's knowledge, an engineer's work, or even the scientific processes that led to us knowing how to make these things. The collar is just that, a product meant to symbolize something greater. The love should not be in the reward, but in the work meant to gain the reward.

Perhaps I should not hold all people to the same standard of behavior and I should believe, as you have intimated, that certain people are beyond education. Just as certainly, people in my own society have sometimes said likewise, that your people are nothing but a lost cause that cannot appreciate the value of the Word.

I don't believe that.

I've seen people make great strides, become great disciples within my order. Their tutelage really is what keeps me going out here, because my tangible results are not gold collars and high station. It is seeing people using the Word, even outside our space, to really improve their lives. Their discipline translates into great industry and it proves that our faith has value even outside our little community. The Word is useful and important even in the deepest reaches of space, from capsuleer to capsule cleaner. I suppose that has been my reward, and it cannot be taken away from me now.

Nobody is beyond learning if they so wish it. My first job is to encourage them to wish it. We have, for so long, been an insular community that the faith isn't seen as a faith so much as a cultural point. If I do one thing in my extended life, it will be to tell people that the faith has intrinsic value all of its own and that it isn't beyond anyone's reach. It takes time, it takes patience, it takes discipline that people simply are not born with. It takes years of long, hard, arduous work.

But its rewards make a gilded slave collar of the most excellent manufacture a pale trinket in comparison. It makes the love of a slavemaster as nothing to the love of God. While those things are easier to obtain, they are things I could toss away in an instant in the pursuit of wisdom. Wisdom will be mine long after our precious things have rejoined the stars.

"What good will it be for someone to gain the whole world, yet forfeit their soul? Or what can anyone give in exchange for their soul?"

-Matthew 16:26

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