Being blind is not being capable of projecting images from what you see through your eyes to your mind. Now, to further this, I am going to tell you that succesfully I have been blinded, permenantly. The reasons are known by those who need to know. The cause is not to harm another person, nor is it to favor another. In all cases it is to help each and everyone, when the time does come. One cannot see, untill one really cannot see. Knowledgeable men, and scholary men will come up with several theorys and propositions as to what I am doing, and why this is happening however, the Wise, and the Prophetic know and can see what is happening.
Just as Ekary Locuster has once proclaimed himself to be dead, yet alive, so am I blind, yet I see. Many know not what I speak of, those who do may get a better understanding, My mind and my body is still in pain from the process in which partook earlier today, so if this is post is distraught, you will know it is only my pain overcoming myself at this time. Many know that I'm in the enlightenment state of perfecting my mind, with many aspects of knowledge, wisdom, power, understand, passion, compassion, and the aspect which nothing can surpass the truth, in which holds throughout the shadows and even amidst the light. This is only one step into the process of what is to come of myself, Aspin, the Monk.

Now this is a small fit of what happened during the experimentation. It may be distraught as I have lost what truly happened during the time. This will be taken in 1st person, as this is me, and not you.

The names of who is to be confidential, they both wish to remain silent in the matter of helping me accomplish this. I will just say one was a Wizard, the other was a Necromancer.

I remember looking around, when I was looking around all I saw was a shrine, in the middle of a circle of tree's, I remember not where I exactly was.

I say, "now all we await is your good friend the Necromancer to show his face and allow this experiment to take place."

The Wizard says, "Yes, he does tend to always be late, let me get myself ready that way we can get through the process a little quicker, and I could keep up with what will happen after this happens."

The Wizard raises his Elemental staff apon the air calling apon the Arcane powers of Water, and a Cold gust of Wind. With a quick swing he binds the three elemental realms together, and opens the elemental realm of ice.

I began then, to chant verses of the Ancient tongue in which only a few monks of the Sentaari Monestary understand.

I laid myself down, and relax into a deep meditation.

The Necromancer enters the room, from the direction I remember not, as I was already laying down.
The Necromancer says, "Sorry for the wait, let us use our minds and knowledge together and let us set forth a new beginning for our friend, Aspin."
The Necromancer speaks in a tongue that no one understands.

The Wizard says, "Yes let us begin, Aspin, allow your feelings and strength go straight to your mind and thoughts, therefor you feel not what happens to your body."

I began chant another verse in the Ancient tongue, and soon I could feel my body stiffen and numb, then soon after I couldn't feel anything.
I had entered the Mental Realm.
Suddenly, my mind slipped a little as I felt a chill run to my mind. I tuned my mind into both the Wizards' mind as well as the Necromancers' mind to here what they were speaking of, as well as I could communicate with them both. They told me not to release the realm in which I was apart of untill they were ready. The Necromancer told me he had writhered my pupils out allowing me not to see. All the visions I had of my family, friends, and even those whom I just passed by flashed before me. Through that I forced my mind to shout out, echoing in the ears of many.

Suddenly, they tell me to return to my body, and as I did, I felt the sharp pain of the Ice, which has me locked as I couldn't move. I opened my eyes, or at least I thought I did, and all I saw was in the Left was a BRIGHT WHITE, and in the right eye, all I saw was the pitch black of which I have never seen anything darker. Through the pain you stress to hear two voices, both the Wizard and the Necromancer. Suddenly I felt a warmth of heat penetrate me and all the ice was burned off me.

I remember only a small porportion as my mind is still in shackles, and my body is still weak. As I tried to stand up I fell to the ground, that was wind the Wizard portaled me to where I stand now. Only time will tell if I truly am what I am.

Aspin, the Blind

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Miraman, in the year 263 AF.