Odes to the Fallen

[Unbound]

Ahktu recently put up a drawing titled Ian, and it reminded me of my friend Ian, who was at one point a guitarist in the band Funeral Circle I was in. He was hit by a truck and killed a few weeks after he decided to leave the band, it was a hit and run. It left a huge impact on not only my life, but the lives of really everyone who knew him. There was something about him that was so pure, he was so polite, so kind and gentle, but at the same time he never held back from being himself, and would sometimes even be quite rude, but if he saw that he hurt someone's feelings he would immediately apologize and express that he was just doing it all in good humour.

However, on the inside he was deeply tortured, and had taken anti-psychotics for much of his life and experienced incredible mood swings, deep depression and a certain fascination with suicide. Although his nature towards others was beautiful, he had such a contempt for himself that it was painful to see. In the short time I knew him, he became one of the best friends I've ever had.

In the couple months before his death I had been working with him, and trying to help him see that he can master his own mind and that he can clear and purify his mind. He was actually starting to make progress before the accident.

I felt this was something that would be worth sharing with everyone here, because in life, death is certainly something everyone can relate to. I also want to make a point here that I have no wish to debate or discuss the philosophies of death in this thread, but rather I would like it to be a monument to all those, all the ancestors, and brethren, who have gone on through the great transformation that is death in to the continuation of the growth of their life and consciousness. We bless any who you have experienced falling, and we open our gateway through the Valley of the West, where the River of Forgetfulness flows, so that any troubled souls may find peace. We bless you, we love you, adonaios.