User:Silveranstavern

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Real Name: Donald Clements

Location: You don't need to know.

Expertise: Opinions

Occupation: Professional Husband aka Stay-At-Home dad.

Hobby: Creating fictional worlds, and studying subcultures and spiritualism.

Excerpt from home page:

“Monday, February 04, 2008 Introductions I am starting anew and as such all previous posts are to be deleted once the archiving process is completed. As with most new beginnings the first thing usually done is an introduction. My name: Donald Duane Clements, but I prefer to be called Silveran when in the realm of the mind, and that is precisely where this takes place. Allow me to set the setting for Silveran and his tavern for you.

• A figure of ageless quality strides across the tavern floor to greet the new visitors to his abode. It is a dimly lit place but with every step the nameless figure takes a pulse of darkened prismatic light radiates outward like a stone thrown into a pool. Soft and not bright the lights are pleasing to the eye and add to the ethereal ambience this majestic place seems to put off. From the outside the Tavern appears quite shabby and small almost humble. Once inside however the eyes are greeted with vaulted ceilings and spacious walls lighted dimly by the deep and darkly colored prismatic globes suspended mid air by nothing the eye could see. The Keeper wore a modest robe of a dark grey color. His Snow white hair had a faintly luminescent quality that one could also find in his pale blue skin. It was as if the stars had kissed him and their dust left behind a similar sparkle. His eyes held a regal quality about them, commanding yet friendly. When one stared into those eyes however they seemed to drink in your soul and strip you naked and defenseless. Deep dark eyes that looked to contain the universe in them. “My name is Silveran,” he said with a smile, “and I am the Keeper of this tavern.” With a slight bow his long pointed ears that marked him an elf were more pronounced.

It was here in a house fashioned of his own illusions that Silveran the Elf spent eternity contemplating life and its purpose. His own existence and the existence of others. His doors always open to travelers who stumble in from time to time, and in exchange for food, drink and shelter would tell him of their lives on the outside world. His friendly and disarming nature seemed to lose the tongue of the most secretive of people. He didn’t just listen to the stories though through his illusionary powers he lived them. I am his most recent incarnation. A life lived, a story told and yet unfolding in this illusion.* With introductions made there is only one part of my previous posts that I would like to keep so I am posting it yet again but since I am deleting all the previous posts if you have already read it you don’t need to if you haven’t *Shrugs* “Friday, April 09, 2004 Title: Spirituality and Truth

• Here I am twenty years of age trying to figure out the meaning of the universe and the purpose of life. These questions have baffled the intellectual, the spiritual, and the normal average Joe like me for at least as long as recorded history. The world is full of people who look out at life and seek meaning or purpose to its seeming randomness despite a chaotic order found throughout nature. People who look at the cycle of nature like life to death with death fueling and nurturing the new life and seek meaning. People look to the heavens and seek purpose "What is my purpose? What is your will?" searching for divinity. I am the same. I ask my self "where and what is divinity? How shall I know it when I see/ feel it? What is my purpose and why do we exist?" I am no more or less qualified to answer those questions the the others who ask the same and listen to see if the divine answers back. My spiritual beliefs are meant for me and hold no more or less truth then the path the divine leads others to, to answer their questions. Truth is rarely truth at all but the absence of a better explanation either proven (science) or unproven (spirituality/faith). Even science redefines its "truth" as new ways to look or see things appear. I am not even sure absolute truth is real or even possible. Even in the realms of science. Even history can be suspect if you look at it from extreme possibilities "If I record a day dream does that make it real and truth? Because if it is long enough we call the book fiction right? What if this is all a dream?" I see this and realize that even though I am listening to the divine within and follow the path that it leads me too. It is not necessarily the path to the absolute truth but instead to a truth in the absence of a better explanation. I claim to only have one moment of clarity as if the Divine had spoken inside of me instead of showing me a path. To me it said: every thing in this universe is empty pure energy and a greater force organizes it into the world we see and feel. All other beliefs are arrived at by intuitive intelligence. I use the word intuitive to stress that it is divinity showing me a path and my reason trying to interpret what it pointed out.”

Silveran”*