Hueman Nature

In a parallel multiverse and neighboring galaxy exists the paradigm of Canvys. There is no grey area, no global warming and there is no popular opinion or debate as to the shape of their world. It is consistent in its measure of degrees, cycles, and postulations as the paradigm itself is omniscient, omnipotent, and omnipresent in balancing every imbalance, normalizing any abnormality, and neutralizing all unnatural forces by self-correcting the slightest nuisance of dysfunction before it has the chance to manifest in their physical world. Canvys is geometric in shape and shifts from one sacred geometric shape to another every cyth, almost equivalent to an eon, with intricate protrusions of angles acting as mountains while oil occupies the valleys of indentures and crevices between the 3D fixtures of the elaborate geometric structure. Their paradigm yields a pair of orbiting Moons that dictate the brightest and darkest degree of a cite, a typical revolution and overarching moment during a cycle where these Moons, not only meet in the visible heavens, but reflect one another, shining an iridescent dawn-like haze over all creation and marveling the colour variation of its inhabitants. The Moons of Canvys are silver in nature and metallic through to the core, one moon is pure metal in appearance and, like a mirror, reflects the surrounding environment while the other moon sparkles as much as it shines since the precious metal, within and throughout, has been wildly dispersed into specs of silver portraying a glittering effect that powders their world of colour with a glistening finish. The inhabitants measure their time in degrees until the two Moons eclipse again into their Phraim, noting 360° as the brightest degree of a cite and 180° as the darkest degree of a cite whilst these same Moons make their routine debut on the opposite side of the world for distant relatives and natives.

A typical human beam begins life radiating white light at birth unless, of course, they are an heir to an original hue that was initially cast upon Canvys during the primordial phase of Imagination. If a beam belongs to one of seven hues that compose the original colour spectrum, then that beam will possess an undertone of the hue to which it belongs, at birth. Regardless of complexion at birth, or lack thereof, a beam cannot colour code or emit, emote and exude any other colour until they are of pubescent scale which is influenced by environmental factors like the progressions, impressions and expressions of their local Phraim. Since the first brush strokes upon Canvys, humankind continues to evolve the colour spectrum, presenting a broad range of hues in depth, intensity, brightness and tone. There are tales as old as Imagination of Canvys, at one point, being completely blank before ancestors pioneered the first colors across regional areas of the Phraim; and legend has it that there are still some parts of Canvys that are untouched. Herein, lies the purpose of every ‘hue man’: to continue the brush strokes of their ancestral colour palette, set the tone for other hues to follow through or blaze a trail, altogether, forging a new colour never seen before.

Canvys is nearing the end of a cyth where, not only, the physical shape of their world will gradually shift but more unmarked territory, called portrait, is set to emerge which is said to only occur after a ‘juggle of moons’, so no one colour truly knows when that is although the likelihood of this phenomenon transpiring usually indicates two vibrant human beings mixing and mingling to create a human beam of a new hue. With more portrait set to emerge, that means that the mosaic of artistry over the last cyth and the brush strokes of this lifetime will be imprinted and archived onto the Sacred Scroll of Canvys while the latter impressions are pulled into the planet’s core, exposing fresh portrait. Only enlightened beings or Ascended Artists throughout the cyths and cycles have had access, insight and full knowledge of our overall impressions upon Canvys since first set in motion within the multiverse of Eissel and granted the gift of Imagination. Much of these stories of the Sacred Scroll and the Artists that have spent their life’s journey being, balancing and blending their complexion to perfection are grafted in grit text while the inhabitants of Canvys use their range of colour to express their emotions in real time, social ques to add depth and body language to elaborate, all as a means of colorful language. Messages are grafted in grit text when a human desires to compose a timeless message that will outlive them long after they have faded back into Canvys from which they were once conceived. Grit text can only be read by those that are able to emote on a large scale, not to mention, can only be grafted by the rare number of beings that refine their skills to the degree of becoming an Artist of their time; these Artists use texture, their ability to lift paint from portrait, and their mastery of colour emission to convey and portray a message, therefore, once it dries, it is so. With palette knives for feet, flat fan brushes for hands and the head of a beam depending upon the parent that made the strongest impressions during their lifetime, a head of brush develops once the beam matures into a human being. While the chances of developing a round, flat, bright, filbert, fan, angular, mop or rigger brush are hereditary, the gender of a human being is fluid for most of its life until the being’s use of expression and colour determines whether they are masculine or feminine by their signature stroke. No matter the kaleidoscope of colours they are able to emit: much of their time, energy and effort is consumed and inspired by the likes of becoming an enigma that radiates glittering dark tones. This status represents a perfect being, balancing and blending of all colors that are visible when the Moons sync in Phraim, broadcasting the masterful mixology of colors along the Artists’ journey as the Moons deflect and dust the combination of hues with pixy iridescence.

The last legendary recorded Artist, Emerald, whose life’s work was captured and imprinted onto the Sacred Scroll was one of three beams conceived at once to a maternal figure of a canary yellow hue with an angular brush advantage to make clean, sharp, sleek brushstrokes; having paired with a flat brush fraternal figure exuding a majestic deep blue tone so sophisticated that he complimented Canvys no matter where he chose to settle down and make a living, they naturally produced colorless beams that were expected to mature into nuances of green upon puberty. Without a shadow of a doubt, their hues shown through just degrees apart yet sooner than expected since their part of the world was further along in expression than others and the colours within their local Phraim were coming along quite nicely, so much so, that other parts of the world considered their progressions a ‘work of art’. Müla, Emerald, and Forress were the colour codes given to the mature beams soon after transitioning into human beings and will now express the primary colour associated with their demeanor, personality and status when crossing paths with others, if brushed up against, or asked 'How are hue?' through nonverbal social que. This slew of hues were considered ‘early birds’ compared to other inhabitants of the Phraim that were deprived of expression, lack creativity, and refrain from comingling colours in a progressive fashion, thusly, producing ‘late bloomers’ that fade sooner than expected leaving expressions open-ended and impressions unfinished. It is commonplace and common courtesy for new human beings to commit their time as overseers to beams until they, themselves, develop a consistent stream of tone, especially those who exude their primary colour with such density in the beginning phases of colour coding. The radiance of white light that beams emit due to purity, youthfulness and innocence help newly transitioned human beings develop a softness, vibrancy, and intensity of colour that is relative and progressive for both the beam and being; while the beam is highly influenced by the being to scale, progress and conjour their colour code sooner, the being learns to manage their colour coding for integration with the remainder of their paradigm. To be in close proximity with beams also makes a color appear fresher, lighter and more translucent when the Moons overcast and project their lighting effects upon Canvys and throughout humankind. If they do not make polite use of their pubescent phase, these newer human beings run the risk of mixing too soon and having a brush with death by coming in contact with promiscuous colour schemes that only intend to ruin and squander fresh colours before they even have a chance to experience their first few brush strokes during the adolescent phase of colour coding. So, for Müla, Emerald, and Forress, it was fairly easy for them to steer clear of overcrowded palettes of colour and juvenile influences seeing as though they, at one time or another, were always under the tutelage and mentorship of modern Sages, Magicians and Mixologists.

As the siblings continued to scale, their brushes began to sprout. Müla was the first to showcase a colour code during puberty, then Emerald, and last but not least, Forress, so, naturally, their brushes acknowledged that same order and pattern. The growth of one's brush was sacred amongst human beings and kept private until fully rendered. As the maternal and paternal figures monitored the growth process, Müla developed a fine replica of an angular brush taking after the maternal figure, upon Emerald’s head seemed to emerge a chiseled flat brush which they assumed would be an even, blunt, straight cut across the top, before moving right along to Forress who also looked to possess the likes of their paternal figure with a flat brush head but, oddly enough, Emerald’s brush was receding on one side, becoming both flat and angular, possessing brush qualities of both figures. A rare occasion indeed, neither maternal nor paternal figure knew how to nurture such a phenomenon nor how to supplement the maturation process. It was not long before the siblings were set to start their own journey of keeping their head down and letting their brush speak for itself, spending their last cycles with their parental figures to absorb all the tips and tricks of the trade of being angular or flat although they could not relate, expand, nor expound upon the basis of being flat and angular, nevertheless, what it meant to be shades of green. The only advisory they could provide was how to maintain the dignity of their primary colour, preventative measures for mixing, and their thoughts on mating before wishing them safe travels, which is not much when you consider their vast paradigm of mixing and mingling. They all went their separate ways, since they were not identical, it made no sense to lead similar lives when the only commonality they shared were their parental figures. All other contributions to their legacy and to their paradigm, at large, were now dependent upon the colours they emit and encounter.

With a knack for spontaneity and an appetite for the unknown, Emerald was eager with desire to broaden one's range of colour beyond the typical shades of green shared among siblings and increase the scale of familiarity with the fluid pigments of yellow and blues shown to her by being in proximity with one’s parental figures. It was fairly easy to cast ones primary colour onto the path forward as the green crystalline hues followed behind Emerald like a shadow of silk trailing and mimicking every slight movement. The colour code given to this attractive being was, now, more fitting than ever before. The way the Moon phases took turns casting luminescence upon the short span of hues still being mastered by the mature youth was so impeccable that Emerald had not realized the effects being made on the environment, unknowingly but intuitively, making all the necessary adjustments and pivoting with precision. Sharp in posture and colour, the swiftness in Emerald’s every movement was very intimidating to the extent of it being laborious to join in comradery with other human beings. Their innate mission as human beings was, undoubtedly, to remain fixed on the task of creation without hesitation or distraction but maintaining focus was a technique that stood unmanaged and unmastered by Emerald. Without proper grounding techniques in one's arsenal, it was impossible to make an impression for oneself or establish a signature stroke if the colours did not suture to Canvys, it was synonymous to traveling aimlessly through life without making any lasting impressions. With the sudden idea to inquire further, Emerald took a glance at the colours that lie dormant below and, with the thought to seek guidance, found the freshest stream of color to follow. Being careful not to blend with any newfound colours, many could not tolerate the bold nature of such a stark green hue since most associated the tone with naivety, inexperience and liability that many were not willing to risk. No one traveled during the darkening degrees which began at 90°, something like dusk and ended around 270°, similar to dawn. Finding fortress in the fray of binding the gem-like hue to Canvys, the darkening of a cycle indicated that there were not many more degrees before the cycle would cease and the journey would continue at the first cite of sparkle and shine. During the darkening, human beings lie dormant and disposed, exercising the power of pause, without wondering or questioning what the following cite may bring. The human beings of Canvys were exactly that, being in every way imaginable and present in every way possible. Maintaining mindfulness while resting the eyes, Emerald activated and arose on the fore cite after the ritual 180° of rest to find that the primary color of green crystalline hue had dried beneath one’s resting place. It was a blotch but a bond had been made with Canvys during what could have been astral travel, and most of all, the hue expressed during darkening degrees was so potent that it imposed upon the impressions of previous human being’s pathways. Had remaining mindful while shifting one's state of consciousness proven to be instrumental in the creation process?! It’s as if Emerald was most impressive when the least amount of effort was being applied and allowing for effervescence to flow naturally.

Having an abundance of kindness, compassion, grace and divine love for life on Canvys and its inhabitants, Emerald discovered that there was almost always a conflict of interest that was repelling more than it was welcoming, preventing a high volume of contact with others most often times, than not, and resulting in a lack of reciprocity. Being the medium between siblings always served to be ‘uneventful’ when considering others more than oneself, so Emerald, after many Moons passed, would assess life as she knew it and prioritize oneself, adhering to monumental introspection, reflection and dissection of what mattered most on this journey being forged. Forgetting entirely about the journey of forging a plethora of colours, Emerald spent most of the journey wandering as a nomad but giving of oneself in the most familiar and natural way she knew, to beams. Spending a gregarious degree of life amongst beams certainly has its effects, if the natural nurturer was intolerable to share space with before, the beaming radiance bouncing back and forth betwixt the eclipsing Moons in combination with that which she absorbs through her service with beams was now blinding. The emotions emitted in response to one's commitment during acts of service, the bandwidth of hues expressed when human beams reciprocate unconditional love, and the impressions made along one’s journey, synergistically, compounded to provide a magnificent complexion to all that witnessed Emerald’s majesty. The sheer intensity, brightness and illumination was so penetrating that Emerald had become a beacon of light and continued her due diligence throughout the darkening degrees and even guided lost souls on their journey to become enlightened. On her ritual quest from one area of the Phraim to another, she locates a pocket of oil and kneels down to splash her bristles and surrenders any residue hues from the journey and while peering back at herself in the spot of oil, finds that she is a ‘she’. She recognizes some of her maternal figure’s features while others that are specific to her like edges, textures and curves have been noticeably softened. Taking a moment to bask in her newfound beauty, she decides to sit and soak up the silver sheen of the dancing Moons and rest a bit before continuing her life’s work, as she drifts and slips into another pleasant state of consciousness.

She awakens from a nirvana state of pleasure after several revolutions of Moons to find human beings from near and far had been glaring at her in awe and stiff, unable to move a brush. If any passerby of promiscuous colour scheme had imposed upon her while resting: that could be of debilitating detriment to her complexion. Anxious to see the ramifications of her rest and, furthermore, to see what others see in her that she cannot see for herself, she rushes to a nearby shallow oil source where she can see herself fully and to her astonishment, and those roundabout her, she had undergone a chrysalis phase. Emerald had transformed into the most magnificent figment of velvet texture and developed a succulent complexion of dark hue that unveiled undertones of magentas, violets and indigos as soon as the Moons caught sight of them. With her flat angular brush coifed to perfection, she perpetually rendered the essence of black pearls and transmuted that immense gradient of light into that of a sleek, seamless and seductive dark matter that absorbed all the colour within and throughout her vessel to the degree of expressing a gleaming radiance that would glow ultraviolet during darkening degrees.

Now that Emerald is easy on the eyes, she is free to sojourn wherever she sees fit, whenever she desires to do so. Still avoiding the vast majority of exposure to their world, Emerald has extended her service to the fading community to revive, relieve and reverse the adverse effects of mixology, restoring balance within herself, others and their world of Canvys. She respects herself as legend and carries herself as such, traveling during the darkening degrees yet remaining fervent in her calling as a beacon of majesty to human beams and beings, both seen and unseen.