Ode to Love

There was a night I considered that my assumptions on my soulmate might be incorrect.  For me it seems appropriate to always consider each side of a coin, and essentially it is a necessity at some point or another, given the way my mind works.  So I actually put myself in the position where the reality I had come to understand was fundamentally different, and my soulmate was not my soulmate.  It was, of course, devastating.  I cried in my bed as that reality took shape in my mind.  I did not care that it would mean I was also crazy for having been so devoted, that was of little importance to me in that situation, the mildest symptom of a broken heart, if you consider the nature of love honestly.  What overcame me was the concept of annihilation; I could not stay in that reality.  I am not talking about death, which still leads to eternity, I am talking about the complete undoing of existence.  This would be the only actual way to end that feeling,...

I just finished watching Twice Upon a Time (Doctor Who). It struck me as funny, watching it again (spoilers), that they were at the Christmas Armistice of WW1. As I was watching I couldn't help remembering what I've thought before, which is that The Doctor isn't doing all this for himself, but that there's something he is heralding, hiding behind the veil, waiting for the time to step forward. Imagine a moment where everyone fighting a war decides to stop fighting and start singing. Soldiers from both sides come out and greet each other. It's almost inexplicable from the perspective of every day logic. It is the Holy Spirit from my perspective, instilling hope in all that were there, that despite a long fight to come, it would be better in the end (spoilers again). But it also made me think of the first man to sing in that scene (although truth be told it happened on a number of fronts that day). That man was The Bard of that battlefield. It made me think of my (T...

How to explain... It is like feeling on top of the world With nothing but the proof in your Lover's (dreams->heart->voice->eyes->touch) And trying to figure out how to augment that curren(t)(cy) as best as possible, by any means necessary whilst being good, right, real, fair, and true. There are always competitors, until you can come to a consensus. "2 or 3 gathered in his name" Then, when you get that point, I swear to you there will be none; and the talents that you buried will become the treasures you will share forever and ever. Believe. Your path may get you there, I'll examine it if you'd like (and if it is novel to me), but also expect me to introduce you to my dance teacher if you stumble. My heart is an open book, I have never been able to stop spilling my secrets like a silent song, on pages of all kinds. Peruse these at your leisure, I'll likely add at my own pace, popping up all over (Let's play cards! Dealer's Choice). ...

I realize that if my soulmate showed up at my door before a certain point, I would have doubted the nature of reality. Then if she had showed up between two points, I likely would have destroyed reality upon contact. (Just trust me on this one. Boom.) Now, neither of those things are true. I would doubt any reality where she and I did not end up together (and with troves of troves of evidence to support my claim). And regarding contact... Well, there is a perspective, irrespective of any other. From this vantage point, so perfectly balanced... everything is a domino. Perhaps you will see it someday soon... For now, get ready for (A) push. "And I said, 'Truly, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.' " Matthew 18:3

So a riddle was presented to me as follows (parentheses added for flavour): A mad king had 100 wise men in his court. He told them one day he would line them all up, single file, tallest to shortest (except the last guy who was also tall because why not?) and place on each of their heads a hat (displaying a couple of red and a couple of blue hats as he said this). They could only say the color they thought their hat was, all hats would be of the colors presented. If they guessed correctly they would be silently shuffled into the next room, and allowed to live out their days. If they were wrong, they would be silently shuffled into another room and killed. They were barred from saying anything else, or from doing anything else, so no cheating could occur. They were allowed to confer before lining up though, and anything possible in the universe could be discussed, all manner of logic and possibility used. Once lined up, the king would place one hat atop each head and then ask the man in...

See in red and blue Of shifts there are only two To come or to go From this comes truesight Anywhere and anywhen When matter is known The rest is quantum Something shifts without moving You know it has jumped One piece out of place Will stick out like a sore thumb Recognizable I don't know them all Not consciously anyway But I have my scribes I have editors Slipping notes and placing clues Not to overload To what end, you ask? To have a place of our own At home in our skin Then for everyone To each a realm of their own And a place for all

It's because they do Never doubt the Spirit's guide Truest miracle Won't be led astray Just be led to my front door Past the garden gate I have been restrained But one kiss surely frees me Certain certainty The dominos stand A hundred trillion falling Into perfection This is not the end We are just waiting to breathe Our heartbeats drumming Alternate endings Sloughing off of our damp skin In our private realm To know and believe I reserve this place for you Oh Holy Spirit Show me what is next I believe Jesus's words John 14:12

We start with Valentine, less than a year old, saved from Maeve's clutches a day before the Apocalypse.  On the next day, the world ends, but rather than judging children on merits they have not yet had the chance to express, God reverses their timeline.  Slowly, things begin to get better, as each day takes the few hundred children left further from the end of the world.  Most of them remember it, and all were gifted with the ability to see back in time with as much volume and clarity as they had seen forward before the end.  For Valentine this meant seeing the past as a dream, with the natural innocence of a baby.  Unlike the others in her boat, she could hardly use this to see events clearly that had occured, or in her timeline were about to occur, but it did not mean she was blind.  She saw the past for what it could be, and as her ego developed, she found herself marrying that bright eyed eagerness for the world's past, with the staunch determination t...

Dealer's Choice.  AKA GOD.

So, why do you never send a redheaded bard into my field of vision? Because I'm color blind. You all see Christmas lights. I just see Red. Genesis 1:3. "And God said, 'Let there be light,'" (separation, by modern science. Rainbow patterning). Genesis 3:24. "After he drove the man out, he placed on the east side of the Garden of Eden cherubim and a flaming sword flashing back and forth to guard the way to the tree of life." Then Jesus talked about a lot of stuff, mainly to obfuscate the main story line. But in particular: John 12:40 "He has blinded their eyes And hardened their hearts, so they can neither see with their eyes, nor understand with their hearts, nor turn- and I would heal them." John 9:3-5 (Regarding the boy born blind) "Neither this man nor his parents sinned," said Jesus, "but this happened so that the work of God might be displayed in his life. As long as it is day, we must do the work of him who...

So, what do you do when faced with the really serious questions? Such as the end of the world. It was bound to happen sooner or later, right? I chose to write, Chris reminded me that was all that I needed to do, for I was on a roll. Here is what I wrote: Evan vs. The Apocalypse.  AKA Valentine. A flash of red in striking green eyes, he lights the cigarette that may be his last.  This simple mortal pleasure seems to slow time and stave off the battle at hand.  He breathes in that smoky death.  Humans do have some of the most creative ways to destroy themselves- and definitely the most fun. A motorcycle starts, so does it all.  That inadvertent beacon of hope, its rider would cringe to think what power she has alerted.  Evil to the core, the apocalypse was good to Maerel.  Her brand of torture and fear were just what the doctor ordered for most of the mortals left to cower in the Afterdays.  The engine reved, it may be the beginning of the en...