They appear to be foreigners, but then again, I am not quite sure what "foreigner" means in this case. They certainly lack one important characteristic that would classify them immediately as locals: They are blond.
Their blondness is not that same blondness that you think of when you describe a naturally fair person. It is that "other" blondness, that has to do with gene degeneration. The distinctive sign of multiply manipulated genes, or maybe the end result of having a common DNA pool and reconstructing new automatons or clones out of that pool. They all seem "alike" in a sense.
But to try and pinpoint their "alikeness" is futile. Precisely because there is enough variation in the external appearance as to make them in some way "unique", although you can recognize that "uniqueness" is only phenomenal.
You have to be constantly on your guard, while walking. And that's because the moment you get absent minded, they "emit" directives onto you, that have to do with continuing further into chaos and forming an acceptable life-pattern while awake.
Language does not seem to hinder them. Externally they appear to be ignorant of Greek, but I have caught them many times speaking Greek to me from afar. It is my impression that they are well versed in any language.
Their favorite pastime is scanning the local minds. I do not quite understand why they have such an interest, yet they have scanned me many times. They appear to derive some sort of pleasure by examining mind contents, particularly when those contents are low level, or uneducated.
They derive great pleasure from visiting small local villages and dwelling amongst peasants or locals who are uneducated. You know, those locals that when you look into their eyes, it resembles looking onto a wall.
It appears as though their affinity for low level scanning is due to the fact that they have become unstable, internally. Dwelling into an uneducated mind by scanning it, is akin to being in a storm and having a stable pole to hold onto.
When they try to scan my mind, they immediately turn away. As if something deplorable or unspeakable sits in it. And it is not the importance of the deplorability of my own mind that makes them turn away, rather, some vague realization that they are already familiar with "that" which occupies my mind.
The moment they try to scan me, they will turn elsewhere and say something polite or gentle in Greek. Like, "hello, Ioannis, keep it up..." or "thank you, this is the way we want it..." Of course when I turn and look at them, they appear to be regular tourists, fervently searching for memorabilia on a store's front window.
They seem to be happy and content when I am absent minded. The moment I start thinking about a specific problem, I catch them making all sorts of grimaces, as if they are in pain. As if they are trying to avoid the reality that I am moving into.
When I am absent minded, they all seem cheerful and happy. The entire scenery resembles a small nutshell drifting afloat an infinite ocean. As soon as I start thinking things, they immediately try to find local empty minds to scan in order to stabilize themselves.
Sometimes, I do get an infinitesimal glimpse of what really hides behind their contortions when I am focusing on something. It is as though I am essentially creating a part of this reality. So the moment I look at them, face to face, they assume precisely the appearance that I thought of them just one split second before they appeared. And THAT, is a big responsibility.
I derive great pleasure from visualizing ugliness particularly in women. And lo and behold, most of the ones that materialize inside my field of view, do adhere to my expectations.
The "reaction" of those people to my mind, is akin to them wanting me to exercise some sort of control over what I create and how. But in order for one to "learn" to create beauty (whatever that means, anyway) one has to be trained by a master that has managed to master this level of the game, or better yet, one has to be a direct descendant of "them". And you can easily recognize who those are. Ever question why you attract all the ugly or imperfect women? Ever question WHY is it that the woman of your dreams is not sitting with you right now? Ever question WHY this other guy always drags with him the prettiest chicks?
It's your mind, my friend. You have not, and chances are, you will never, master that part of the game. If you cannot visualize a goddess in your mind, that goddess will never come to you. What you have on your side, reflects pretty much your ultimate attempt at creating beauty.
The ultimate master on this, is like a painter who can paint the picture of a woman on the canvas, and that very image can give him a hard on. What a thought! Can you do that? If you can, that woman on the canvas, has already taken form, and is sitting with you right now.
But for those of us who cannot master that, the less fortunate ones, reality dictates that we should make as much of the opposite as possible. The way I see it, you have two ways of proceeding: You can whine and cry about how you cannot attract a beauty, or you can punish those who have the power to attract them, yet they are weaker than you in other areas. I love it! Well, there has to be some enjoyable part of the game for us poor souls who cannot attract/create beauty.
So, give it a go! When you are inside a crowd, put you mind to work. Think of how those women around you will have to look like. Think of the good stuff: Long noses, asymmetrical cheeks, protruding teeth, acne, short bodies, ugly toes, ugly hands, short nails, man, there is an infinity of possibilities! And an infinite time to play. And infinite number of victims. Seeing a well built hunk, carrying with him an ugly woman. What incredible satisfaction for those of us unfortunate who cannot fathom the secrets of creation of beauty.
Punish thus, the players who were better than you at this part. Make them suffer. Make them suffer by ridicule. Because when people will see their wives and mates, it will be better than a Larson cartoon. The laughs will barely be contained, and will be heard to 20 billion light years afar, to the end of my mind.
You want to make it better yet? Laugh while you are looking at them. Because in your divine wisdom, my friend, you have devised a part of the game on which I will never be good at.
You see, souls that are ashamed to look at themselves, are incapable of creating beauty. It boils down to that pretty much. Or should I say, souls that are ashamed of themselves, are in danger of dying when they look at beauty. Or should I say, souls that are ashamed of looking at themselves, are the part of beauty that is incapable of creating beauty.
Occasionally, a woman may come along, which may be prettier than any of your expectations. You will ask yourself: "Jesus, what did I ever do to deserve a woman like her"? If you find yourself in this preposterous situation, be VERY careful. That woman has the capacity to completely dismantle your soul, to the point of absolute insanity and pain. Such a woman, chances are, has been created by somebody else, far superior to you, and if you fuck with her, that same someone may fuck with you later on. Don't complain afterwards that your soul has been burned to smithereens. Always remember nature's first rule. Likes go with likes. Analogy, my friend. Analogy. It always works. The most likely scenario, is that that "someone" who has created that woman, has taken pity on you, and has allowed you to have her, by sacrificing himself on the altar of sharing. Don't fuck with such a person. he could easily kill you with one word.
If you find yourself capable of creating beauty to the highest expectations, you are obviously a winner and belong to the elite. You are one of "them". I know one such person. Actually two. They were able to create women that were more beautiful than some of my wildest imaginations. And, in fact, I should have been wise enough, to not fall in love with those women in the first place, albeit at the time, I had no idea of how to do self-evaluations, so I was missing the self-worth part. Now that I do, it is becoming clearer to me that never in this lifetime will I be able to create a beautiful woman. Because my mind is limited in that regard.
If you find yourself attracting all sorts of weirdoes, welcome to the club. It certainly isn't elite, we are not the "winners" of this world, but it's fun. That's why you can learn to appreciate beauty in imperfection as well. I find great pleasure when a "normal" woman is on my side, much more pleasure than, say, a Barbie style woman.
And tell you what: The "winners" of this world are actually very few. How many such woman have you actually seen? Two? Five, Ten, One hundred? The creators of those women are busy fighting between themselves. As if, what they create, is significant after all. It is significant only as far as their ego is concerned. If your ego is high, man, you are in for surprises. Beware the vulture creators that are looking for your souls, through their creations. If your ego is low, many good things can happen, perhaps not the best, but enough to keep you busy for a lifetime.
Ah, the wisdom that comes from knowing yourself! But then, you lose the ability to create beauty when you do. Your move, "player"...