Ode to Love

What would one hope write  In these halls fresh and novel? I'll bring what I know I bring who I know Pulsating Narrative Sense Will not let them go Council, written of  My soulmate and those she brings Volumes to pour through My Daughters all strong Grown enough to wrestle love Without needing help I am a father Though I cannot help but think Of this empty nest My angel, fill it Provide meaning in this state Don't leave me lonely Please fill me with love Fill my days with excitement Just for the mundane So I do not stray  Let today's lesson cement Let's build together

The Sheep's Blessing required The Packet of The Lamb, which was a compressed version of The Daughter Tree, a Tree of Life. Folded correctly, the packet will fit,  without overflow or lack.  Rest->Paced Action->Rest The Packet will be en|folded and stored behind the seals for The Lamb, alongside.

I truly loved this Reviewing your report card On the darkened hill  Marathon running Your scores barely bothered me Though they should improve I found my weakness I've no heart for discipline Sorry for the flick We laid on the hill You reset mood by spinning A cool strategy I'm glad there's a course I loved our video games And playing with you I played the Wolfman With wand and missile launcher We could not be stopped  A strange enemy Returned from heap of maggots Ended my dreaming Please come again soon I truly love seeing you It feels so homey

Thanks for the escort  Last night's narrative was dark Before closing eyes We adventured much I wish I could remember Any of our tasks  There was much after My roles often being swapped With others mid-scene Once with eggs and toast Convection and vacuuming Then with sleeping in Again a project Eating a healthy breakfast Like I did today The presentation Became about "The Train Guy" With me once more swapped Please do not delay My heart was almost gladdened By news before bed I am dying here If I do, don't let me fade/swap me out From The Bard's Clock's Tale 

The Daughter Tree would necessarily be endless. If The Bard's Clock is an infinite complex time keeping device (with the human living experience being almost exclusively in non-complex or simple time), then an aim and direction must be set.  First there must be zero risk of collapse, for collapse endangers every Daughter linked to the tree, and The Father of Daughters. Second, expansion would only be possibly with additional Daughters- in part by jealous design- because each new soul would find an endless task that they are perfectly suited for. In this way, time would be kept by The Children of God not only in terms of hours and days, but by every soul generated in this way. This truly is complex time. May mankind find itself soon deserving of such a structure manifested within Creation and Life.

Daughters: When the Ambassador is demanded of you, be shrewd. Observe the vault and if anything feels amiss, send the Super Spy instead. The Super Spy's ONLY job is to be The Ambassador on the whole trip. Lie about your genuineness. Provide the full report to Your Father. It will be reviewed and rectified forthwith. Your Father has made this promise to you.

Returning to The Council, I burst in with The Question. "Daughter. What's worse than a Phoenix Feather?" I notice that she gives precisely the amount of dramatic pause for the situation at hand, a couple/few seconds, and replies, clear as a bell. "Knowing that one is coming, but not knowing when." Eyebrow already cocked at one novelty, twice now presented as solid, I calculate briefly. "Then the time is now." With that, our business for the day concludes.

"Haven't you heard? The signal is back up, and The Bard said 'Kindred Spirits Dread Ghosts.'" "What do you think it means?" "No, no, they said not to listen anymore, because the Auto-Bard busted and has been screaming ever since. 'Avoid Channel 1' is the only unbreakable rule left, 'or you will wish you were deaf.'" "Right, right, but this one came via carrier pigeon . I saw it in the blackness with him, it was the exact shape requested, a green dove. Errr... Rock Dove. Well, pigeon, like I said." The boldness of these words gave the three C's pause, so they all synchronized their watches and counted the prescribed 7 seconds (from the whole Bothers fiasco that got swept under the rug last time, never ever to return. Still, better than Panic Attack Mark II by all accounts). They thought that they had mapped every nook and cranny of these Crossroads, and every twist and turn that might be presented, and it was meant ...

"Your claim is heard, Sir Are all my judges busy? Are all yours senseless? Do you seek return To the place we just witnessed? In or out, my Friend. I have chosen you. It doesn't mean you chose me. So do as you will." The fires increase. "I juggle, as you can see. Not because I can I was conditioned . Here, let me show you the way." The fires increase. "It's all sheep and goats. Once you have the rhythm down Friend and foe stream same. You were here to grab These poi of the fires of hell?" The Bard sets them down. Worry not my friend (1.113) x 10^45 Plancks The Father still holds

"Stop calling me the longest con in all the land behind my back, or you will find yourself changing places forthwith with that version of you trying to call me the longest con in all the void behind my back, as we leave. There is no material to transmit the sound, it is presently vacuum, and so you'll need to fill in the details of what that experience might be like yourself. I have no heart for it. *SNAP*  With that the image turns off, and we leave, leaving only the typical four beats of uneven echo as the system shuts down. "Like the stars" "Annihilate everything outside The Bard's Cage." "Let it go." .... Each Daughter learned differently. Hope may have shuddered as she trailed Abbadon away from this moment, but the second witness shook.

Faith opens her mouth to speak, and I see the seams of Elohim, but do not stare. "Now we speak in our native tongue, its establishment our 'thing planned,' which has been toggled from impossible, to not impossible." "I see the 3 bull/Job connection now, I think." "I have built this entire house for you. Put up the last wall."  "4 bull completes the house. Inversion is not only possible at this juncture, but suddenly one recognizes a thirst for that which they have never sipped. The act of inversion itself addicts, perhaps Bard's Tongue, from the inverted perspective." "And, I already know, but 'how do you get this 4 bull wall?'" "Anti-fire. We'll use The Spirit's contract loophole as a slipknot to unburn what was burned in our domain, and balance the rest to either naught or a Phoenix Feather- Dealer's  Choice." "This echoes in all domains: 'That which was burned to satisfy Jephthah...

Daughters, this works for self or other, for questions deemed past the threshold of internal affairs: Which corner of your room do you need the least? Which of your four walls can you do without?

Daughters, remember, your father has one distinct advantage: I am training you to beat me. While a father and son may turn against each other, and a father of sons might think "What if he uses this knowledge to surpass me," even if only deep in his heart, I seek such advantage. I shape such advantage to hand to you, in case you must ever face a challenge without me. Ultimately it must be true: "I have no defense against you."

Daughters, a tale: The Spider The Serpent The Shadow The Sun All set out to find where they were from. It was fabled deep hidden within the code, for they each interacted with each other labeled node. So source must be shared. The Spider made a web, an extension, but not of self, extending reach. The Serpent grew and grew, shedding skin in her wake, extending self and reach. The Shadow could show up anywhere, and became so commonplace and choreographed that people forget they were even there. The Sun is shining Drawn into eternity Moment by moment Once The Sun and The Shadow were completely intertwined. When man made fire they began to diverge. While mankind would do less in broad daylight than while hidden, they did not consider that they had invited, nay compelled, The Shadow into their every inner room. With this array of perspectives, the four assessed all, looking to find nothing out of place- proof of their connection and success.

Daughters, an uncanny truth: Some lies are so thorough as to be true. I speak not of weak veiled conspiracies, but fundamental choice, where another choice was once made that you must overwrite. This is possible to do, and may be an unavoidable diaspora within the definition of truth. If you confirm for yourself that this is certain, be certain that you choose the correct lie. This decision is irreversible.

And so the town confessed that they knew the madman, and had seen him disgraced. He spoke gibberish, they said, and he was returned afterward, largely ignored as he "ranted and raved." Meanwhile, the hidden powers knew that they had successfully turned on the Auto Bard's Tongue, and could now extract reality's secrets simply by eavesdropping. Once that lie had been established, Ninevah diverged, leaving false Ninevah in the realm of those responsible. "The Bard" in this mirror realm continued saying everything that we needed these wicked others to hear, everything that sounds just real enough to work and keep them listening, but with a fatal flaw- causality. No longer would The Bard be "thinking out loud," as it was getting too costly to simulate the movement of his lips and tongue to match the words.  In the end, it was the only way to get some peace and quiet, locally, but that night The Tiny Towns of The Bard slept very well.

Daughters, a tale:  And so the beauty of ~referential gaze~ meets the mystery of [irreverent irreferential gaze] for the first time. "It's three against two, semantically speaking. Nothing is impossible, but do you think you can handle this one alone?" As you consider, the mystery both intensifies and reveals hidden structures. All you know is how little you know of this other- this other who must be responsible for this effect on some level, but as of yet remains unseen- and what else you have gathered in your interaction. How do you reply?

Daughters, remember: You have the unique power to initiate a parley. This is a most weighty family secret, so caution must be taken at every step, including while discovering how it is done by your own lips.

Daughters, remember: If you know something that you are certain your opponent does not, hold their perspective in mind, for you will see the pitfalls, in the actual playing field between you, that they will not.

I just realized that extreme intelligence is like nunchucks. Many people think they want nunchucks. Many people do not want nunchucks. Being God is having a nunchuck ball that you must hand out. To children. WARNING : John 10:34 Jesus answered them, “Is it not written in your Law, ‘I have said you are gods.'?"