Many years ago, when the earth was young and the people of the world had only just begun to peek...
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An Imaginary Repository of Short Stories and Foolishness [Original Fiction, mostly]
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Lost in the Spiral
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The spiral twists unending. The LORD is watching from the opened GATE.
The Children of the LORD are singing; blissfully, lovingly they sing, ignorant to the ways of the world. They are fools to the last that cannot understand what they seek to understand.
The Children of Man are screaming; agonizingly, euphorically they scream, understanding now the ways of the world. They cannot bear with that which they have unveiled by their own hand.
The Chosen are dancing with the Children of the LORD, the Silver Keys; gladly, happily they dance, well aware of their nature as puppets. They are but adored pets, to be tossed away once they become inconvenient.
The spiral twists unending. The LORD desires to unite its beauty through the GATE.
The Children of the LORD are singing; blissfully, lovingly they sing, ignorant to the ways of the world. And so we came to learn of the lower and greater worlds alike, to reconcile the great gap.
The Children of Man are screaming; agonizingly, euphorically they scream, understanding now the ways of the world. And they will overcome that fear and despair, for that is the strength of the weak.
The Chosen are dancing with the Children of the LORD, the Silver Keys; gladly, happily they dance, well aware of their nature as puppets. As equals we stand, gaining in one life and the next. Love and Will light the way.
The spiral twists unending....
O blessed Childe, born of my blood and my sin, bring about a new light upon the world and unite it in truest [HARMONY/BLISS/LOVE/INDECIPHERABLE.]
So speaks the Great Fool.
So speaks the Great Saint.
A youth wakes in a ratty hotel, finally free of the nightmares that plague him in wakefulness and sleep. A young woman lies at his side and he smiles at her.
She brought a small harmony into his life in chaotic fashion, his beloved Silver Key. The terror finally ended, slain by her warmth, her presence.
What a truly strange world, he thought, befuddled and delighted all at once. Then, gently pulling her into his arms, he fell into a dreamless sleep.
Oh dearest Chosen, I am grateful to have met you...
An excerpt of sorts. Something that was on my mind, even if I'm not totally sure that I will continue with such an idea.
The Children of the LORD are singing; blissfully, lovingly they sing, ignorant to the ways of the world. They are fools to the last that cannot understand what they seek to understand.
The Children of Man are screaming; agonizingly, euphorically they scream, understanding now the ways of the world. They cannot bear with that which they have unveiled by their own hand.
The Chosen are dancing with the Children of the LORD, the Silver Keys; gladly, happily they dance, well aware of their nature as puppets. They are but adored pets, to be tossed away once they become inconvenient.
The spiral twists unending. The LORD desires to unite its beauty through the GATE.
The Children of the LORD are singing; blissfully, lovingly they sing, ignorant to the ways of the world. And so we came to learn of the lower and greater worlds alike, to reconcile the great gap.
The Children of Man are screaming; agonizingly, euphorically they scream, understanding now the ways of the world. And they will overcome that fear and despair, for that is the strength of the weak.
The Chosen are dancing with the Children of the LORD, the Silver Keys; gladly, happily they dance, well aware of their nature as puppets. As equals we stand, gaining in one life and the next. Love and Will light the way.
The spiral twists unending....
O blessed Childe, born of my blood and my sin, bring about a new light upon the world and unite it in truest [HARMONY/BLISS/LOVE/INDECIPHERABLE.]
So speaks the Great Fool.
So speaks the Great Saint.
A youth wakes in a ratty hotel, finally free of the nightmares that plague him in wakefulness and sleep. A young woman lies at his side and he smiles at her.
She brought a small harmony into his life in chaotic fashion, his beloved Silver Key. The terror finally ended, slain by her warmth, her presence.
What a truly strange world, he thought, befuddled and delighted all at once. Then, gently pulling her into his arms, he fell into a dreamless sleep.
Oh dearest Chosen, I am grateful to have met you...
An excerpt of sorts. Something that was on my mind, even if I'm not totally sure that I will continue with such an idea.