The Shade of Your Own Brain

In sickness and in health...
सर्वे भवन्तु सुखिनः स सन्तु निरामयाः । सर्वेर्वे भद्राणि पश्यन्तु मा कश्चिद्दुःखभाग्भवेत् ।

                THE SHADE OF YOUR OWN BRAIN

This pandemic season, I did some research, played with the history and faced some issues with our current demonstration of things. 
Disappointment?
Unfortunately, for the first time- none!
One Piece:
 “When do you think people die? When they are shot through the heart by the bullet of a pistol? 
No. 
When they are ravaged by an incurable disease? 
No.
 When they drink a soup made from a poisonous mushroom!? No!
 It’s when they are forgotten.” - Hiluluk

Seeing how the mass massacre  pandemics were eliminated it sure gave us the sight of tough cruelty?
Were they good? These measures? Locking the sick and dying in their homes and sealing their doors and only open them when their bodies rot taking those hints from smell to cremate them in piles with the other same hues.
Well, the answer is yes! It is good ! For taking a disastrous demon of disease with no medicines, no cure and no chances of survival.. only knowledge of the fact that the one infected are dying and it spreads and kills the people around it.
That's when I came across the "BLACK DEATH" generally abbreviated as 'The Plague.' It's quite popular as it is one the greatest and deadliest merciless worst killer as it's strength which can be guessed with number of kills it reached ;up-to 200 million!
The 'London Plague' with the same virus showcased it's ability to mortify later after as well.
These diseases created gavocciolos, black spots and other effects which were immensely disgusting and assigned with death.

These were little of the facts humans acknowledged. But post human fears and psychological processing of getting out of inhuman circumstanced lead a still somewhere still hidden fears and dark imagination.
We are humans, and like every breathing creature we love our life, and fear or losing it only indicates how much we care for it. And these fears are the demonstrations of our wide thinking ability, our possessiveness of something and definitely followed by over-thinking.
The dark creatures of our own imagination lurk around the corner of our brain, some self created by personal fears and the rest adopted by means of social issues. Say like a horror movie made creature, we see and adopt the idea unknowingly.

The entertainment industry is prettily blossomed with the horror factor, 'cuz they use human psychology and the viewers imagination and an aura using music to posses threat. This is the a dreadly nice combination. 
I hope you can notice the key element for their subjects are simple irritating things, like legs or spines and spikes or antenna or eyes, tails or fins and razor teethes of objects such as centipede, cockroaches, lizards, sharks or even pitcher plants entangled with bruises, blisters, gavocciolos, black spots, ashen skins of body, pale skin accessorized with masks, bandages, tattered cloths and expressions of grim and then engulfed with dark haze, mist and blurriness with less luminous aura and chants of gods to show begging of life.

Now let's get the chronology and compare these ironic scare structures with the one we create by own defense fears and imagination and psychology:
The legs or spines and spikes or antenna or eyes, tails or fins and razor teethes - human instinct kill or run, purely defense act.
The bruises, blisters, gavocciolos, black spots, ashen skins of body, pale - beautiful interpretation of deadly disease symptoms.
x. The masks, bandages, tattered cloths - signs of taking measures of safety and poverty.
x. The expressions of grim - the more wicked and cruel painted with a nice smile keeps giving you chills and gut feeling of something bad is going to happen.
x. The dark haze, mist and blurriness with less luminous aura - no light means no hope and less visuals make your own brain run fields of imagination of devastating disgust.
x. The cold aura- making him god of disease after all disease is a dis-ease.
x. And one of the best horror factor without which any horror movie is vain; chants of gods- they not only show begging of life, how scared the victim is but also that even if god exists this "Creature of Dark" is more powerful to act according to it's own will, which means it possess greater power that your own imaginative power of gods.
                     Moreover, the geniuses of writing about these fictional end user imagination user stories have some more beautiful brutal advances over the victim like:
x. Hallucinations- causing immobility, helplessness, hopelessness super-active reflex intuitions.
x. Paleness of skins- to show how their colored life has faded and also a synonym for fear, sickness and dreadfulness.
x. Vomiting blood- sickness, abnormal body behavior.
x. Post trauma- makes the victim connect more to it's own past and relate the future.
x. Strength-less-  weakness is associated with both sickness and in-immunity and furthermore with no ability to fight the fears.
So, if you can notice almost all facts have key appreciations with "disease" which also act as natural phobias set trapped inside human brains this is the reason why a pandemic is the worst form of real-life horror.
Any mortifying or non-mortifying disease makes you a victim the beautiful creations of your imagination will lure towards you to make assure your scenes give you fears and reasons to live and stay safe.
The negativity of all these linger in your own soul and only positive of you own imagination can help you bring up above the drowning waters.
                    So, following this way the history of pure pandemic period which created the best visuals of horror today. And the human in us, who wants life, is still hidden in your imagination.
Hail! To the elders and those who gave birth as we exist and see this day, to write and bless us with the most powerful wishes of heath, strength and knowledge.


                                                                      सर्वे भवन्तु सुखिनः 
                                                              स सन्तु निरामयाः ।
                                                             सर्वेर्वे भद्राणि पश्यन्तु 
                                                            मा कश्चिद्दुःखभाग्भवेत् ।

-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x---Saty Safe---x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x
                                                           For it's the pandemic season!!!
                                       Stay positive, You trust yourself & you are immune.
                                                                                    <3<3<3

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