I write in a surrealistic style learning new realities as i write. with Quantum Dreaming i realized the photo of a spacecraft is a real photo of my virtual dragon game, as it reminds me of Mister Potato, a game i had as a child.
The Elusive Traveler
The morning sun was peeking through the museum windows as the curator drank her morning coffee before walking by the artifacts. Her office was located in the back where she passed by the most enticing display of art that attracted hundreds of people each day’ The artifact was the bust of Nefertiti that had been moved to Berlin in 1924 as a gift to Emperor Wilhelm. The head became the star of the museum while the reason it was taken from her homeland of Egypt was a sensitive subject. The German people wanted to return it while there was something about her presence that kept them from doing so. Maybe it was the way the film stars adored it, or how Marlene’s costumes seemed to glitter more with the precious stone glittering through the glass cube she rested in. Their were other Egyptian artifacts in the museum such as Gate of Kalabsha & the statue of Amenemhat that stand in the museum rotunda. Yet it was under the bright lights that shon down upon the Queen Nefertiti where the curator heard a most unusual voice. Please talk to me Helios, I demand it! The curator who was Egyptian herself understood the ancient language, although the museum wasn’t open yet & entirely empty. She heard the female voice again while standing unseen behind a pillar. Helios! Why do you remain silent? It seemed unbelievable & yet she could see the lips of Nefertiti moving while she spoke! The curator who’s name was Tatuba couldn’t resist it anymore. Approaching the bust she studied her for awhile then asking how she could speak. Dear Queen, I heard you speaking, please prove to me I am not hallucinating. The silent lips began to quiver where Tatuba stepped closer. The face that had been silent for centuries repositioned its eyes looking up. The one missing eye remained closed. Her lips opened while she cried out in pain. I have been sitting here throughout time for ages with my lips sealed! I grow so tired of people after people staring at me while I say not a word! Who were you talking to as the museum hasn’t opened? Helios! He’s standing in the other room, although I can see him! The statue of the Sun God was another spectacle to see, admired by many. Oh, if only he would answer! Her eye seemed to cry a tear within her chamber. I can’t believe you are talking, how does the statue of the Goddess speak? Her limestone lips spoke more: The Goddess does not want to speak anymore! Her lips sealed back while a guard entered to switch on more lights. The museum opened where onlookers began to file in. The mystery of the ancient Queen would have to wait until after closing. Tatuba walked back to her office, puzzled by what she had encountered. Waiting for the full day to end Tatuba again approached the living relic of antiquity. Her vision became alive as she saw that she was alone with the curator. Get me out of here! I beg of you! I’ve been here for almost a century! How do you think I can manage that? The glass is fixed so if tampered with a alarm will sound. Even as the museum curator I am powerless. The lone bust darted her presence around the room. How did you learn how to speak? Was there something that occurred to awakened your spirit? I had a visitor of course, someone who I shall never forget. Whom might that be? A singer who sang to me with a voice so elusive as it stretched far back to the ancients! Where is this person now? I’m not sure he lives in a country that resembles my home world, & yet the flag’s flying in the background portray a unknown origin. He didn’t tell you where he was from? He said from Serene, although I’ve never heard of it. How do I reach him? He could help. He told me his phone number, if I ever had a way to use such a device. Give it to me, I’ll try to get through. After reciting the digits, Tatuba dialed on her cellphone. A man answered with a deep voice. Tatuba explained how she was a curator in the museum where the famous statue began to talk. His reaction was paused for a while, then he spoke in a muffled tone. Listen very closely, what you have seen is to be remain top secret..She must need my help if she contacted you. Tatuba described how she wanted out of her enclosure, desperately pleading for help. The strange voice instructed Tatuba to remain calm, & that he would be there as soon as possible. The connection hung up, leaving only the option to wait. Oddly enough Madam Tatuba left her cellphone upon the glass case after informing the bust of Queen Nefertiti that the man was arranging to arrive within a few days. When she returned the next morning, curator Tatuba found her phone had been flipped over where it had been playing videos where Nefertiti was viewing. There is my phone! How could I leave it there? She began to wonder if the bust had magnetism as it felt supernatural seeing a notorious bust viewing images upon a cellular screen. What on earth were you watching? I watched a movie where a spaceship hovered above a field & lifted up a entire cow! If only one could lift me in that manner! That would be nice, I could just have you moved to the garden atrium. I know it’s make believe to you but I have vague memories of being in a space craft so many millenniums back in time.. Before she could think of a response Madam Curator was startled by the appearance of a well dressed man who seemed to come from out of nowhere. I came as fast as I could, he said extending his handshake to Tatuba. He introduced himself as Mr Corsey from Serene. Just where is Serene? The man standing in a off white suit smiled with a twinkle in his eye that hypnotized Madam Tatuba. It wasn’t an answer she was looking for, but the light in his eyes overwhelmed her. He held a slightly worn carpetbag that he sat down upon the carpet as his eyes met with his friend in the glass case. It’s been a long time since I saw her. He spoke to the Madam while fixing his eyes upon his Queen. She wants to be taken out of the display, as she said you might know of a way. She’s been there for eons, I know as I brought her to life being an ancient myself. How were you capable of doing so? I live between two worlds, as the world I live restores my existence, where I would be long deceased into dust if not. His eyes were memorizing shining like diamonds. The Goddess recognizes the voice of my master. The Queen who had been silent demanded attention. The man who called himself Mr Corsey beamed his eyes into the statue. He began to sing his serpent like songs that became high pitched as his eyes searched for the invisible laser beams hidden in the walls of the alarm system. I shall free you my ancient love, your mind & body set free, for I have the powers of the universal tree..He sang while his eyes found the first laser, & switched it off. I once knew you as your King, blessed by all eternity..He located the second laser, switching it off. We ruled together side by side. He sung while finding the third laser. I once called you my fertile wife. As the third laser was shut down, the encased bust began to rise. Because I knew you all my life, We died together in tombs one mile wide! With that note the case began to crack. It split into two while the alarms remained silent. The gap was large enough for the removal of the Queen. Corsey lifted her out, placing her into his carpetbag while Tatuba stood stunned from ancient magic. Where does the divine wish to journey? I think it would be wise to take her back to her homeland where she requests. Tatuba answered as best as she knew after witnessing the work of a unknown man whom she was thinking may be an extraterrestrial. He grabbed her hand, come with me Madam to a place where old ancestors dwell where the Queen will be free’ His eyes shinned through the Museum after hours halls switching off lights as he walked. Madam curator followed. He had a private plane waiting at the airport where he placed the carpetbag into while helping Tatuba adjust. She didn’t know why but she trusted him as they taxied away with the most expensive piece of merchandise known to man. They flew for many hours as Tatuba fell asleep while the terrain below began to look dusty as when she woke she knew she was somewhere else. Looking down at the sand she wondered if she had done the right thing. It was the spirit of the ancient Queen who became alive she thought as she wondered how she transformed within the limestone. Since it was a live entity it felt the right thing to do. Mr Corsey smiled at her while piloting the controls. She had dreamt of him as a King, husband of Nefertiti who found a way to transform into another being by entering into another world. This world was where they were headed to. The plane’s engine began to descend where the desert didn’t seem like the sands of Egypt she knew as a child. A tiny landing strip of salt was all there was that made the landing feel out of place. Don’t worry Corsey said in her language, here she will rest undisturbed. Getting out of the plane the carpetbag was placed upon the sand where the figure was removed. He held her in his hands as she glistened in the sun. Your free now my beauty! Corsey kissed her stony lips while the red paint smeared off melting from the heat. She breathed heavily sighing with relief as she looked at the desert landscape. You have done well my love! She breathed as if she had never breathed before, her grains of sand she was a composite of began to decompose. Oh no! What have we done! Tatuba exclaimed. The man from Serene assured, It’s alright, her spirit will find a new life, as she has chosen the path of reincarnation.’ The sands of her great stature shifted into the air as if an offering to the afterlife. Then as she parted into the other world, her voice recited as if from her memories being one with the wind..Engulfed in the desert’s parched silence, I was nothing but another grain of sand in the wind..
Once in the early days of home computing there existed Tiger Direct. There on my computer screen was an instant message of Tiggerfication. Hearing the familar ring of an instant message i could see Dads name floating in cyber space. Chat rooms were like rolling ocean waves of names long before camera phones. Did you get your basketball trophy ? What was the name of your team? I did find the old trophy ammusing while the team i was on we nammed Tiggers. The gold Tiger jerseys was a Tiggerfication. My stripped Tabby liked to sit on the Tiger pc making it Tiggerfi while then windows had screen savers where I installed the traveling stars making it Tiggerfi in space. I had written a song about an experience i had once about the Tigers in a circus that has more Tiggerfication.
Valley of the Gods
One whole Chicken, Golden bees wax, White Swan Feather, Stir in fast! A touch of Moon sand to make it Rise, A Phoenix is born when the comet flies! The Bruja worked alone saying the incantation while stirring her caldron. Her name was Rose 🌹 who ran a funeral Parlor in the small shadowy village among the black hills. The spell she found was written on parchment paper inside an old vase handed down by her Grandmother. How old it was, she did not know, as the instructions said the conjuring of a Phoenix bird can only be performed during a meteorite shower or the passing of a comet ☄️ This indeed was the night just before Halloween that the transformation would take place. She wasn’t expecting such a dramatic endeavor as the bubbling brew hissed of crackling magnetic sand.. She added the Chicken last letting the ingredients simmer until the consistency was plunged in. It worked like a charm as soon as it hit the hissing moon water it transformed while the flying comet 💫 soared through the night sky’ She wasn’t expecting such a large bird as the fire from the caldron rose up around her feathers coloring them in red hot flames’ She squealed with delight as she opened her majestic wings displaying rebirth & renewal’ This was the second time she tried the spell’ Her first time had been successful although the creature had flown away, as the spell warns not to forget a hawking glove to be worn for the sorcery to work’ The scroll 📜 inscribed that a Phoenix rising out from moon ashes will be faithful to its master where it needs a suede glove to identify with’ This time she wore the glove, stretching it out upon her arm for it to land’ She swooped down looking the Sorcerous in the eye’ It’s eyes were a piercing gold while her wings burned with bright embers’ She had plans for the splendid creature, she would take her to The Valley of the Pharaohs in Egypt. There she would use the flames of winged fire to awaken the dead’ Concealing the bird for the airplane with a cover 🥀 Rose took a passenger plane to the land of where she planned to awaken a very ancient spirit’ The arid air welcomed her as she carried the covered bird cage off the plane’ To her surprise she found herself in a unfamiliar spot as there wasn’t an airport in clear sight’ The only life she could see among the blowing sand was an old man riding a donkey’ She thought she was in the wrong place as she swirled around to watch her plane taking off’ As the donkey came near she could ask’ Where is the airport? The rider shook his head acknowledging that he didn’t understand her words’ Realizing that she was stranded he motioned for her to sit upon the burrow’ She hadn’t a choice, she thought as he pulled her up’ The hot sun was overwhelming as he offered her water until the sun finally sank making it much cooler’ Finally she could see the lights of a small town, although they were not electric lights but burning torches’ As they rode through the dusty streets Rose 🌹 slowly realized that something strange had occurred’ Mysterious it was that their weren’t any automobiles around, feeling as if she had slipped back in time’ The donkey stopped as the old man indicated her ride had ended’ Thanking him with a head shake Rose 🥀 found herself in front of a Palace’ Standing under the torch light were two guards dressed in plumed helmets of royalty’ She didn’t speak a word of Arabic as she planned on hiring an interpreter where now there wasn’t any’ The night sky had turned into inky cold as she desperately needed shelter’ Approaching the flames of the burning torches she came face to face with one guard’ His charcoal lined eyes stared into hers’ Seeing that she was vulnerable he let her into palace grounds’ It was a large clay house with surrounding fountains with little vegetation’ Setting the bird cage down at the fountain she lifted the covering’ The bird had gone for a long time without food or water, yet she endured well’ Setting him down by the water, he drank ruffling his giant feathers’ Feeding nuts & raisins until she resumed her strength’ Scooping up water for herself refreshed her spirits’ A desert owl hooted in the distance, as she heard the shuffling of footsteps’ What are you doing on my grounds? Rose 🥀 turned from the water facing a young boy wearing the tunic of royalty’ How can you know my language? I havnt even spoken yet? I know many things, that’s why I’m Pharaoh. You must be truly magical young King’ The boy smiled saying that he was. He studied her for awhile, noticing the Gold winged bird standing next to the woman sitting by the fountain’ And what do you have here? An ancient gift from the Gods! You could say that, he’s my creation’ Creation! The Gods must have brought me a Sorcerous! Rose 🥀 laughed while taking the bird onto her gloved arm’ Won’t you be my guest? I want to learn more about your magic power! Going inside a warm house felt heartwarming as the room had many couches with a warm fire that took the chill off her tired bones’ The young King ushered her to a wooden table. You must be hungry, clapping his hands he called his slaves. A slave girl appeared from a beaded curtain bringing a bowl of fruits & a pitcher of milk. The figs were delightful as the bird liked them too’ Sitting next to her he asked what kind of bird was it? It’s a magical bird I created during the fallen comet☄️ Oh it is a gift of the Gods! Maybe Horus 🤔 Where are you parents? The boy King laughed, They disappeared that’s why I’m King! Do You live all alone? I rule all the Land, I am the heart of all my people in the land of Punt’ Punt? The land of incense, frankincense & Myrrh, trees used in funerary ceremonials’ Rose thought for a moment that the Earth must have changed its persimmon arch during the meteorite shower’ What year is this? You ask what cycle the Sun is I think. Yes. It is the 18 Dynasty, I have no knowledge of years’ You ask many questions for a traveler, we shall talk more when the ball of fire ignites for a new day’ Now I must sleep’ The boy clapped his hands to bring his slave. See to it she gets a room’ Instructing the servant his wish, the young King went to his chambers. Rose 🥀 followed the slave girl to one of the many rooms where it had an atrium where she placed the bird upon a tree limb. Sitting on the bed Rose thought about the number 18 having a past memory of a room she had lived as a young woman. She stayed in room 17, across from room 18. The room across the hall had a similar looking boy who was a child a few years younger. He lived there with his parents who were distant, as she could hear him crying very loudly sounding as if he were up in space. The sound echoed through the hall where children his age gathered to see just who owned the powerful voice. They were waiting at the door excited to get a peek at who had moved in. The crying stoped with the other children who visited the boy. One day their was music playing too loud from the room. Upon knocking at the door, Rose found the boy standing very strong looking, with the stature of young man. Where are your parents? The child stood motionless. Your MaMa? He opened his door showing an empty room with a loud music box. He then shut the door while the music softened. The following week the family moved out. His face a faded memory, yet resembling the young king. Rose thought something did travel to & from on the roof as it had sounds of running footsteps while spirits rapped on the walls. She thought this while tucking into the papyrus sheets. Outside a jackal howled startling the golden bird. The night ended with the gold ball of the sun as if it were a new flame 🔥 enlightened the Earth. Everything felt so solid as if everything that had been created had been snuffed out. The stillness of each hour became like a silent film while the valley felt like a cradle of a new civilization. A knock upon the door brought in the slave girl who brought clean clothes to wear after a bath. The bath was a warm pool where soaps were made of scented shea butter & coconut oil’ A scarab beetle crawled across the tiled floor. The bird swooped down taking it as a prize scaring the slave girl out of the room. Clothing herself in the robes brought to her Rose stepped out to find the young king sitting in the kitchen. Another servant was cooking over a stone stove making bread 🍞 Please, have bread with me while the day renews. The meal of fresh bread was served along with quail eggs, cereal & plums using wooden eating utensils & ceramic plates. Glasses were ceramic as well as food containers held juices of lemons & oranges. I have a whole field of sugar cane workers, the king said as he offered sugar for the cereal. I should like to see more of your palace. The women smiled while the boy king didn’t know what to call her. He chewed on a piece of sugar cane in deep wonderment. Your wondering what my name is? Yes, he nodded. I am Rose 🥀 widow of a Count. What is widow? It means that the man I had married had passed leaving me the sole survivor. And what name is your given title? I am king Tutan, son of Amenhotep lV. Leading her over to a wall he pointed to a relief with the emboss of a family under the rays of the sun. Studying its character Rose was able to see that he had a lovely family that ended unexpectedly. Tutan! Will you show me the grounds of your palace today? Here in the Valley we have only the plantation fields & Temple to offer prayers. If you’d like I’d show you the ceramics & clothing & soap shop that lye in a cave underneath the Temple. I’d like that very much. Together the new friends strolled down the avenue that led to the temple. They walked past the barren places where in the future would stand the pyramids that the young King was proof that they did exist. The temple was whitewashed in Calcareous where inside the prayers of the sacred daughters of the Nile danced in white kalasiris dresses while priests lit offerings of incense. The roof was open as the prayers were made to the Sun God who could unite with them by its beam of gold sunlight. Dancers & shaved skull headed priests gathered around the king in amazement at the gold bird perched upon Roses gloved hand. They asked how she had created such a creature while Tutan told through a incantation from far away. She explained to Tutan how she found a scroll that said the conjuring of the bird would awaken a mummy bringing an end to death & suffering. You must show her the funerary chamber where she could learn our ways of preserving the body, preparing it for the afterlife! One of the priests insisted. Together they walked in silence down the steps into a damp room where sitting in the middle was a glowing rock of a strange formation. What is that your heinous? It is a most sacred object fallen from the heavens that fell the same night of my parents disappearance. Touching the stone with her palm Rose could feel its icy texture that emitted a thin cloud of mist. It glistened among the torches burning on the walls. When it fell it scorched the ground of fire while it burned for days until it grew cold. Because of my parents disappearing the night it fell I insisted it to be moved to this chamber & used as an embalming table. This is our embalming room. Rose looked around to see large vats of bubbling liquid used in the cleansing preparation. I understand the art of embalming she said as a body was being carried inside that had made an appointment with the afterlife. A group of doctors worked at dressing the body that lye upon the mysterious stone from space. The young king motioned for Rose to move to the next chamber. A smaller room were many tables that had to her surprise animals that were being mummified! Walking to one table she could see a cat wrapped up in the garments they believed preserved a body from decay. Tutan smiled as he told how animals held souls such as humans. He then led her to a underground river where a boat was waiting with a masked oarsman who was there to take the departed souls to the afterlife. Walking down into another chamber there were tombs aligned that all had a small opening in the rock. A soul has to depart through the hole, if it wasn’t important enough to travel to the afterlife, the boy king explained. There are more tombs embedded in the high cliffs outside where if desired a Ba is placed inside the tomb to take the soul to the heavens. These tombs are for the rich, as my ancestors of former kings are buried there. What is a Ba? A vulture bird that takes the soul after one day after the body is sealed in, flying the following day out through a hole carved especially for the bird, such as yours. Your parents are not buried there? No, their bodies were never found, only my Grandparents are there. The boy looked down feeling a loss. They walked back up past the river Tutan called Styx because he said the oarsman was a skeleton consisting of boney sticks. I wish we could go there, I’d like to see the afterlife. It is not allowed’ I have an idea, what if I preform a ritual with my bird upon the rock that fell from space. Maybe it could bring your parents back’ Seeing my parents again would be something I never imagined’ Going back to the Temple a meal was served of fish from the Red Sea with Modak potatoes & papaya juice. The group of priests, priestesses, & king sat down at the table holding hands blessing the food. Rose bowed her head while her bird was perched on a chair waiting for a portion of fish Rose shared’ What is needed for the ritual? The priests asked. All that is needed is a cup of sand from a ancient burial site while I say the words written on the scroll’ The elder priest instructed a servant to bring sand from the catacombs while they would prepare for the ritual’ The servant returned within an hour while they sipped chamomile tea. The priest looked inside the bag of graveyard dirt & moaned a sigh of exclamation’ The King looked in the sack & also became concerned. I said to bring just the Earth! Not a whole hand! Rose 🥀 looked in the sack seeing he had taken a hand clutching a cup of Earth as if he had died that way. It’s alright, I think the ritual will be more powerful with the entire hand! Taking the sack downstairs she placed it upon the giant asteroid. King Tutan followed her into the room lighting candles preparing for the ceremony. The hand lye with the sand where his fingers still wore rings after death. Tutmak stood admiring the jewels while the assembled coven of priests & priestesses entered the room wearing darker robes maroon colored. The gold bird was placed upon the alter of the fallen rock. Rose chanted the said words of the spell. Sands of Eternity, from an old Mummy’s hand, I speak the words, for the return of woman & Man’ A King & a Queen, lost long ago, Who needs the Phoenix to make it so! The eyes of the Phoenix turned red as the bird grew power lifting up the heavy stone’ It turned on its side standing in the air looking more like a portal’ While the bird hovered over the stone a vision slowly appeared upon its surface. It was blurry at first, then focused into the face of the boy king’s parents. Looking down they could see their child, calling out to him’ Is that you Tutan? Mother! Is it truly you? Yes my son, how we have missed you! Where did you go? We were crushed from a fallen pillar in the temple in Thebes when the earth shook around us, dear son, we perished’ His father spoke. Oh I’ve been made King after so many days! The boy cried tears as the three spoke through the meteorite. It swirled in colors as the magic resurrection had worked. Who is this lady with you? Rose stepped out from the circle of praying robed beings. She is the lady responsible for this conjuring! She brought a magical bird with golden wings! Then she shall be rewarded for this is something serendipitous for our departed souls have missed the Land of the Pharaohs’ What is it you wish Sorcerous of wisdom? Rose looked around at the room full of incarcerated beings feeling as if she would never forget this experience. Then speaking to the slab of illuminated mystery she said, I want to return home. Then you must come with us, we will find a way. The boy king appeared sad at her request, knowing he would miss her presence. Rose turned to Tutan, kissing him on his cheek, while he cried in disbelief. Speaking to him, she told him that he could keep the bird in order to speak with the oracle. He shook his head in understanding’ I think you can find the words to utter when placing the ancient sands’ Goodbye my friend, Rose then stepped through the barrier disappearing with the mystery. Until we are summoned again, Goodbye dear son. The image faded as the bird rotated the disc horizontally setting it back down’ The glove he needed to call the bird lye upon the floor. Tutan slipped on the glove calling over his new creature. The golden bird obeyed resting upon his shoulder. Rose fell into a deep sleep while someone was shaking her to awaken. Startled she found herself back in the air on the airplane. A face that resembled the old man on the donkey was sitting next to her. We’re about to land via the airport! He said as she could see out the window her familiar homeland. Clutching something in her hand, she found a strange ring of a scarab beetle. Inscribed were the words, Each day, A scarab beetle rolls the Sun across the sky creating a new dawn. Tears streamed in her eyes at the remembrance of her pet Phoenix devouring the beetle. It hadn’t been a dream, as the bird had left an offering. Looking out the plane window, she let the clouds decide.
A special Invite
One Whole Camel, One whole lamb, Twenty Chickens, Twenty Yams, Sixty Ostrich Eggs, Twelve Kilos of Rice, Stir in the Pine nuts to make it nice! What on Earth are you reciting Broom Haditha? Broom Hilda asked with her bent witch nose’ It’s a spell for a recipe I learned from the witches of Omen! The witches of Omen! Yes Broom Hilda, I received their letter yesterday & they want to have a feast at the next witches council’ Broom Haditha smiled with her crooked nose leaning over her caldron imagining creating the Middle Eastern brew’ I can’t imagine a caldron big enough for a camel! They will have it there, in the middle of the desert, just outside of the city of Ouija will be the feast of the witches council. Am I invited? Of course! Let me read the rest of the recipe’’ Be my guest I won’t be feasting on any camel, maybe the mutton🤥 It says to stuff the chickens with the hard boiled eggs & rice’ Stuff the lamb with five of the chickens & rice. Stuff the camel with the lamb, Broil until ready’ Place the camel on a large platter surrounded by remaining baked chickens, Decorate around with pine nuts & Spice with chili pepper & cloves’ Hmmm 🤨 I feel sorry for the camel already🤢 I guess the beast will add water to the recipe that’s stored in his hump🤔 Hehe always making fun Broom Hilda 🤭 Im instructed to bring the dessert 😌 How can you carry on your broom enough for the whole council? I’m thinking about bringing a bag full of candied fish made with Arabic gum & mastic oil’ Oh yes & wrapped in sugar wax paper. 🍬🍬 😊😊Yes the kind that is edible is my idea’ I’m smelling the brewed Arabica coffee already! Heavens to Betsy what shall I wear, I haven’t any desert robes 🤥 Well we still have time to go shopping, I’ve got plenty of fish candy already made cooling in the freezer’ We can wrap them tonight & shop tomorrow’ How long will it take to get there on our brooms? It would take weeks & were to be there in two days, I’ve got an idea on how to speed things up though’ Do tell 😐 Remember that plasma we drank last Halloween 🎃 The goopy stuff! How was that made anyway? We had a seance where the spirit conjured dripped ectoplasm that fell into my punch bowl, I didn’t want to throw it out so I served it with added sugar water’’ Oh my i never would have guessed’ Do you remember how everything started to speed up? Kind of. Well spirits I know like to eat Tara root that makes things go real fast. So we started moving in high speed after drinking! I see, so if we make a plasmatic Tara root brew we can get there in no time! Why not just make a tea ☕️ of Tara root? I tried that but it needs spirit plasma, we’ve got to have a seance! Alright I guess we’ll be burning a lot of candles 🕯️ to make spirit sweat 😶🌫️😶🌫️ That’s the right idea, now let’s hurry & wrap the candied fish. After working all nite making the sweets Both sisters fell asleep being so tired. After waking up they realized they only had a short time to conjure up a spirit needed for the plasmatic goop. Haditha set a white tablecloth with the orbital ball for channeling in the center. Hilda dimmed the light & lit candles’ Holding hands Haditha called for a spirit. The room was silent as the candles flickered as the witches concentrated. Spirts! Here me, I call out in need of help.. The wind outside seemed to answer as their was a loud bang in the kitchen. Then there inside the spirit ball was a head! Peering deep into the curved glass the sisters could see the face of a tall being standing high in the desert. You rang? 👁️The sisters looked at each other inquisitively’ Yes! We are two sisters in need of assistance! What is it you require? We are in need of ectoplasm to make our brooms fly faster! Ectoplasm?? I’ve never heard of applying Ectoplasm to a broomstick ! 👁️ It’s not for the broom! It’s for drinking a potion with the substance creating motion’ 👀👀👁️ I don’t excrete Ectoplasm, I am not that type of Spirit’ Oh no, what shall we do? We’re invited to a witches council clear across the continent! I can be your guide. But how do we get there in time? Take these & try them on. The tall Spirit reached through the orb handing two particular corsets that were decorated with applied statuesque miniature figures’ The sisters examined the strange garments’ What can these do? Try them on 👁️
The Ring of King Pontus
Horn of Aurochs, Viola Cryana, Cynometra Beddomei, Sterculia Khaslana, Astatic Cheetah! Summer Sister said the incantation while wearing the ancient ring of the pre Roman princess. Alright my coven sisters, it is said. The circle of a secluded women were holding hands in a circle underneath a eclipsed sun while a golden Caldron bubbled with the said ingredients of the spell. They chose this time to evoke the departed spirit of Cleopatra, daughter of King Mithridates of Pontus born 110 BC. (CIX BC. ) The predicted eclipse with a inscribed date was engraved onto the ring buried along with a spell book in the ashes of Pompey. The book detailed to gather the herbs along with the combed fur of an exotic cheetah all added to the brew. This in turn would conjure up the ghost of Cleopatra of Pontus who they hoped would guide them to the afterlife where they could speak to other departed spirits by using her ancient spirit as a guide. It was said that Princess Cleopatra was buried wearing her ring having her image transpired onto the tainted olive green glass. She had been an admirer of Astronomical phenomena while she included in her spell book that the ring must be worn during a solar eclipse for the spell to work. Writing that the magnetic energy of the eclipse had overwhelmed her body as she had passed out where a vision of her departed father, King Mithridates had appeared within the scythed Sun. Looking down upon his daughter from the darkened image of the Sun he told her the needed ingredients she needed to cross into the afterlife’ Her father believed that death was only a brief encounter where certain poisonous elements could undo the dying body, restoring it whole. The King had wanted to know deeply about death while he attempted suicide several times believing the magical healing power of his potions would restore him. Successful he was until a snake potion gave him a final bite, ending his eccentric journey into the dark realm forever’ And then the clouded image within the black Sun shone through the heavens creating a bridge between this world & the eternal world’ He wanted his daughter to join him when her time was near. She remembered the ingredients, inscribing them into a book of potions while she too ingested the potion hoping to join her father. While living a lush life among the grape leaves of fruited vines she hadn’t expected for the volcano to erupt ending her life & burying her Oscan writings. No one knows to this day if the Princess made it to the afterlife to join her father. Millenniums later, the coven restored the spell book while Sister Summer wore the ring. There were four sisters that made up the coven & were unique being all identical quadruplets each named after the four seasons. Each season in turn corresponded to the four positions of the compass according to the prayer wheel. Sister Winter stood in the North, Sister Autumn in the West, Sister Spring in the East & Sister Summer in the South. The prayer wheel was derived from the ancients as each direction had a certain rock assigned to the season by its color. A white rock of Quartz placed in the North, Chinese Cinnabar for the South, a yellow piece of sulfur in the East, & a black rock of sparkling Onyx placed in the West. When standing inside the circle, each Sister wore a ephod breastplate adorned with more stones inscribed with Latin runic letters. The prayer wheel ceremonies were preformed during seasonal changes such as the welcoming of winter & Summer solstice & spring & fall Equinox. Their were also different animals assigned to each direction as well as herbs. Burning of sage, cedar & sweetgrass added to the ceremonial dance as a prayer wheel was also referred to as a medicine wheel. The four sisters kept a enlarged medicine wheel permanently on their property that they considered sacred. The stones stretching outward for one mile that served as a daily prayer site that they constructed a circular sweat house in the center. They worked as healers as people with ailments were drawn to their energy. The ancient ring of Cleopatra Pontus was used as a catalyst such as Urim & Thummim seer stones were used to harness the power of their Gods. They danced & sang during the Summer solstice as Sister Summer pointed her ring towards the Sun hoping something would happen. Each night the sun sank with no avail until the sisters realized they needed a solstice along with the potion. The next solstice was in August where they waited among the cliffs that stood over the prayer wheel. As the Solstice beamed down its darkened rays they drank the herbs wearing the robes of the Chetah. Sister Summer raised her hand bearing the ancient ring that held the face of the Pontus daughter. Their was a brief moment of silence as the eclipse itself seemed to look down at the four sisters and remembered the ring. The four women uttered the words of the Pontus ingredients as they became part of the spell. Aurochs !Viola Cryana! Cynometra Beddomei! Sterculia Khaslana! Astatic Cheetah! They called out as the Sun darkened into its eclipse. The ring in turn became as alive as Medusa opening her eyes as she pierced a thin streak of light onto the black Sun. Suddenly a face appeared looking down at the group of Sisters standing in the circle. The ring saw with her eyes the face she recognized as her father, King of Pontus. Father! Your still there! The sisters were surprised to hear the ring as it had spoken. Yes, my daughter, and you I see have preserved yourself within the ring I gave you. Yes father I am but a speck within this ring that lye buried in the ruins of Pompey. I will restore you whole my dear child, once you gather the winged horse that can carry you here. Father I have no such thing. The tiny ring began to weep as the sisters nodded in agreement. Then I shall instruct you on how to conjure one. Gather the oil of water lily, powdered crystal, & glowing mushrooms. Then feed them to a wild horse through an apple. The horse will grow wings allowing it to fly. Wait until the next eclipse & you shall fly through entering the realm where no one goes. I shall be waiting for your arrival. Goodbye my Princess.. With his words he faded into the returning sunlight that ended the conversation. Sister Summer reassured the weeping ring that she knew where to gather the ingredients needed for the potion. In the cave the water lily grows along with majestic crystals & glow mushrooms! Where will we find the horse? Sister Winter asked, as Sister Autumn & Spring were asking as well. No worries, I know of a certain place where in the month of Sagittarius when the stars are aligned to the centaur a certain horse drinks from the river waterfall. The sisters smiled at the insight. Since it’s not quite mid November, let us prepare by transforming the prayer wheel into a horseshoe shape while we can also gather the ingredients needed for the ritual. It was easy to find the lily flowers, crystal & glow shrooms as the sisters filled their baskets with them to prepare. They used a little machine that grounded up the substance filling vials with lily oil, crystalline sand & chopped glowing shroom. It was a ritual itself to see such beauty glowing radiance within the cave. Soon the seasons changed from Summer to fall as the sisters waited each night for the mysterious horse who drank under a full moon. On the last day of Sagittarius it became Winter Solstice, first day of Winter. This was the last day it would show, as they had waited throughout the fall. Waiting outside with winter shawls on, the sisters heard the neighing of a horse hidden in sight. Suddenly he appeared looking as a stunning creature while he drank from the inlet. Give him the apple! Sister Summer motioned to Sister Spring who held the basket of the prepared potion. I almost forgot! The potion of a juicy red apple had been injected with the combined lily oil, crystal & glow shroom that made the fruit glow & shimmer. Sister Summer took the apple slowly approaching the wild horse. He seemed reluctant at first but the beautiful glow of the treat made it irresistible. Biting down with his large teeth he chewed as the sisters watched in excitement. Slowly his body began to morph as the potion worked having wings sprouting like leaves upon each side. It’s working! The sisters hugged each other jumping with joy. As the wings fully extended Summer then placed a saddle around him harnessing her upon his majestic winged body. Hoisting her up in the air as he stood on his hind legs & flew up into the night sky. The horse flew giving hope that he could journey into the afterlife during the predicted eclipse while they kept him in a barn until the elements were ready for him. It would be nice to make a dream catcher with his feathers, since they were larger feathers than any creature known. Sister Autumn exclaimed. Of course we can’t have that, his wings are a creation of magic itself! Sister Winter told while they groomed him with chestnut oil making him shine in the sun streaks among the barn hay. Sister Summer appeared in the barn entrance announcing that it was time for the eclipse. Unfortunately I cannot make the ride into the afterlife, she said looking saddened. Why not? The sisters asked. This is now Winter season & the rings image of the princess has faded. She slipped off the ring giving it to Sister Winter. When she slipped it on the image returned. You see, it has to be worn by the correct seasonal Sister in order to be United with the King! I’m not so good at riding! Sister Winter said feeling uncertain. We still have time to practice as Sister Winter helped her upon the saddle leading her outside as they canopied in circles. Don’t forget to wear this hat. Sister Autumn handed her a velvet riding hat that reassured her confidence. Alright I’m ready! The sisters gathered within the sacred area of the horseshoe design of stones as the sun began to eclipse. The giant face of Pontus returned and saw his potion had worked, astonishing well. My daughter I am waiting for you! Come now before the shadow upon the Earth fades! Sister Winter drew the reins guiding the winged horse upward while the ring opened a threshold with a beaming light as the horse flew through. Then they were gone, as if they had made the journey into the unknown. The remaining sisters were looking through cellophane eclipse glasses as they could see a ghostly shadow slip into the sun. How will Sister Winter return? Autumn sister asked. She will have to wait until the next eclipse as the portal has closed. Summer informed. She will have a long story to tell when she does, Spring sister realized. Let us hope that we can learn from this experience about the world that we know so little about. It is worth the short interval of our Northern Sister. Summer told as they all held hands and meditated upon the remarkable event. Late at night while the North wind blew during the first snowfall, one could hear the sound of a tiny voice! I’m home father!
There was nothing odd about the boy except that he had an overwhelming desire to visit the Holy Land of Mecca. Being a Moslem from a wholesome traditional family in the Middle East he felt drawn to the customs of the Holy Quran that Originated from Islam. His culture had a modern language that had replaced the Islamic language along with the robed dresses of veiled women & Fezes still worn by Egyptians. He still remembers his Grandfather who protested the removal of his favorite hat with the tassel that complimented his curled Turkish mustache. It’s the devils law! He had protested the readjustment of the entire way one had to dress, & reform to the Tanzimat vocabulary. The young adapted it like adding spice to Türkiye chi since it was simpler than the old script with a expressive alphabet of French derivatives rather than Arabic. Women loved western wear and wearing makeup while young Yildiz remembered how his grandmother excepted the change of not having to walk three paces behind his Grandfather with her head bowed in accordance. With all the changes that took place, they celebrated Ramadan underneath a setting golden Sun. A meal of lamb in a house that sat along the Bosporus Sea was as sacred as his Mother’s prayer beads that hung over Oriental rugs along with evil eye decorations. Going out to the boat docks where old men sat & smoked fruited tobacco through their hookahs, Yildiz would sit & read his Astronomy books. He yearned to learn more about the stars and travel to the land of Arabia where the square object that he felt fell from space was located. As the Sun sunk over the horizon into a glowing orange ball he waited until the star configurations became visible. There in his notebook he drew what he saw above with the moon as his light. His father understood his boys past time being named after the stars as he was a lawyer who had said that good men follow the stars, while the corrupt follow a different configuration. Reaching the age of 18, young Yildiz attended a trade school specializing in computers & number systems. He became obsessed with programming his star charts into his computer system mapping galaxies of stars onto one larger interstellar connection that felt like a glance through inner space. Once the program was marketed he planned on making a profit big enough to create his own Observatory as big as Tubitak that he visited to gather information. The internet was a web of connections that together with a touch screen he could navigate anywhere through his charted cosmos. He preferred writing programs for his Chrome box that sat upon his desk flashing pictures after pictures from a higher satellite that made earth’s surface look like a pinpoint. One night when all was quiet, he received a odd serge of electricity that felt like magnets coming from his screen. The image on the screen flashed a overhead projection of the black cube of Mecca with the white robes of pilgrims swirling around. It was a extreme feeling as if the cube was communicating with him. There’s something there, he said as he touched the image that became watery when touching. This is something he added onto his touch screen, he named water touch. This program brought in enough lira to help feed his family that his father bragged was the work of a genius. The Chrome box adapted well to his programs while he called it cyber swimming as his hand could touch a Universe full of galaxies, then pull in its solar system planets moons & Suns! His mother being half Russian was amazed by the watery inventions she called the Matryoshka dolls of galaxies as she was in bewilderment of tiny worlds inside worlds wrapped as a baby in diapers. That is correct, he told his mother, as a younger galaxy can be identified by its interstellar dust. A younger galaxy has more white dust covering its body as a diaper! My good son, you are so inquisitive always entertaining with such charisma! In the following days it became harder & more distressing to move away from the computer screen as it continued to portray the image of Mecca that pulled him into a hypnotic trance. It wasn’t normal for it to repeat the same image, as Yildiz wondered if his Universal star program had found something else. He thought it was trying to tell him something, a message that he had to decipher. Knowing that the Arabic were masters in Astronomy he wondered if the strange rock in Mecca was an asteroid fallen yet it didn’t explain how it conformed to a perfect square. There were several conversations about this he discussed with his group of friends who met at the mosque they used for a evening classroom. Many felt it was a gift given by Allah & calling it an asteroid was a insult to the most Omniscient. You must go to where your heart desires they group said as if they could see something there out of sight. The Arabs were first at mapping the stars, be careful if you journey to Mecca, not a single bird is said to fly near its presence. An elder said while his bearded silhouette shadow looked enlarged on the candle lit wall. Following his desire, Yildiz boarded a plane taking him over the desert where he could see below the terrain appearing more surreal with camel caravans & tents. His flight landed in Jeddah City where he hoped a bus to the Sanctuary of Kaaba. There he found the site of the slice of heaven he searched for. Following the trails of worshippers that led to the stone he bumped into a man who spoke to him in Arabic. Not knowing the language he used hand signals indicating he was mute. The man seemed caring, wanting to help seeing he was all alone. There was something about his face, as if he had seen him before, Yildiz couldn’t place it. Standing near the stone it became Omnipotent as he again felt powerful surges of electricity. It must have been a force he wasn’t aware of. He looked around for the kind man in the circles of people, yet he had disappeared into the crowd. The tall mountain of Jabal al Nour beamed within the valley where he went to climb overlooking the holy site. He couldn’t see the vicinity well after climbing for an hour to it’s peek due to incoming rain. He hadn’t counted on that as the only place for shelter was inside the cave. The sky became suddenly dark as thunderous clouds moved in. Instantly there was a streak of lightning that flashed so bright it beckoned him with a jolt knocking him against the stone slabs. Poor Yildiz had passed out inside the structure that had been a place of retreat for the profit Mohammed. Above in the sky were faces of Angels looking through the clouds as Gabriel had done thousands of years prior. When he woke up he saw a different environment than the enclosure he fell unconscious in. At first he thought he was back home in the caves of Cappadocia having tunnels of interwoven Paleolithic caverns built by the Phrygians. The cave interior he was in had water canals that Cappadocia hadn’t, making his location as perplexing as he felt. Searching for the entrance that led out to a trail of watery mazes that became too deep to navigate. Filtering his hands through the water he could see it was rich in carbon & limestone. While trying to call for help on his cellphone that’s battery had drained he saw a distant figure darting through the passages. Running after him in seeping water led him to a outlet where a river crossed flowing as fast as his consciousness was spinning. He stood still for a moment gasping the thin air when a frail boat holding a little being rowed through. When he stopped using energy that made the craft float, Yildiz could see the being was an alien. The boat stood over the waves 🌊 while the alien froze with a startled expression on his face. He was just as surprised on seeing a human. Their eyes met uncertain on what to do. With his bright eyes he motioned for him to step on board as his consciousness warned the cavern was to deep to go about unguided. Stepping on the hovering boat he found a place to sit as it had not a stirring wheel and seemed to drift on its own. The floating allowed Yildiz to fall asleep while the guide found his cellphone to examine. When the boat stopped at the cave entrance he woke up looking out at a vast sea of landscape he was unfamiliar with. Feeling afraid as he had no idea where he was. The being felt his confusion indicating with his walking stick where he said through telepathy the word, home. Exasperated for air alien & man walked on what appeared to be a Martian sea of orange sand. A transparent structure stood in the distance where when going inside the air was much more breathable. A taller being of similar appearance to the boat entity greeted them with bright eyes upon seeing the human companion. They communicated in a unknown language that sounded high pitched & scrambled. Inside the dome were hanging plants that glistened from watery dew that gave off carbon dioxide from bubbling vaporizers. The boat guide left after explaining how he had found the man in the water channels. Sitting him down upon a sand blasted seat he sat looking around the strange atmosphere. The tall alien walked over to him to get a closer look. Having never encountered an alien being before, Yildiz was set back at his appearance. His bright eyes beaming down met his as he began a blending telepathy. He seemed to search for a language buried inside his mind. Once he located the language he was able to speak in his language. Asking him how he traveled to the caves, he said in his thoughts that he had fallen into a crevasse while being a pilgrim in Mecca upon the mountain of Jabal. Talking through brain waves was a sensation that felt entirely different, as vocal chords were not needed. Yildiz remembered a bolt of lightning jilting him backward then all became blackness. The inner words were in slow motion as if his memory was being examined with an invisible magnifying glass. Looking down at the aliens feet he could see he had six feet that moved as two as well as six arms. The alien wondered how he had landed from his fall upon the soil of his world. Yildiz asked what world he was on, the alien answered, the 4th planet from the sun. He wanted to get back home immediately. The alien said that there must be a hidden portal that he somehow slipped through. Suddenly the boat guide appeared to give the man’s cellular phone back that he had forgotten. Explaining to the tall Being that he restored its energy by setting it on a space asteroid. It’s illuminated light shone onto the palm of his web like hand. Showing him a picture he took of a certain brick he found within the cave. The boat guide said he had never seen such writing upon the red carbon stone. The six hands of the taller being looked closer at the writing that he said were magical spells written by Ancients upon the third planet according to the tablets he had read in the museum. While the two aliens were conversing, Yildiz, now just a Earth man saw they had his mobile phone. He motioned for them to give it back. The webbed hand of the boat guide put his phone into his palm smiling to reassure no harm was done. Of course it had no signal but the camera worked as he saw too the strange brick. The boat guide again left while the interrogation with the tall one continued. The stone writing could just be how you crossed worlds, Tall being gestured. We must find this stone to where it must have a portal. Agree! The earth man said as word had gotten out a strange man was found from the 3rd world. The domed dwelling soon filled up with curious eyes of little beings who wanted to play as pets do. The tall being said his name was Hung named after the number six named after all his digits. He was a leader to the race that the Earth man wanted to know more of. Hung brought out a space suit he told was found in an old rocket ship that had crashed years ago. Explaining to him he needed it to go outside since the carbon terraform was low of oxygen. Putting it on he demanded on finding the portal of the red stone. Heading outside they journeyed following the directions given by the boat guide. A Barron museum stood among the sand portraying sand sculptures where one stood resembling Hung. They worship me as I have the arms & legs of a diety. He smiled as the tall sculpture glistening in the Martian Sun. Looking at the Sun through his helmet he couldn’t believe he was standing upon the ground of an entirely different world. Tossing his mobile phone to Hung he asked for a few pictures once he returned home. It was nice to make friends as Yildiz wondered if this experience was really what he was searching for. As the sun sank into the horizon the temperature became much colder as the cave entrance was detected. He wanted to know more about what the boat guide did, as Hung explained how he searched for cuttle fish that appeared giving nourishment needed to survive. He wanted to know more too of the crashed rocket, as the space suit had what appeared to be an American flag emblem. He also found in its pocket a few old Mars bars that were preserved enough to eat with an empty stomach. The mineral water in the canals was drinkable as it quenched his thirst. Finding the brick stone inside the winding cave walls Yildiz ran his gloves upon the dripping limestone that echoed through the cave walls. There was nothing there that indicated a exit, he found disappointing. Hung then set upon the walls his many fingers as if psychically searching with his tiny suction cups. The wall began to morph and blur with Hung’s hands slipping through the dimension. This it it, my friend, I hope this leads you to your home world. Yildiz stepped through the wall when the portal portrayed an image of the structure of Mecca appearing in a warping display. Allahu Akbar! The wall spoke as Yildiz transpired back at the religious site. He had no time to say his thanks, grateful to be back somewhere he was familiar with. He had lost his purse with passport somewhere in the transaction, as he sat in the sand looking at his cellphone photos. He smiled at the pictures he had taken. Having the signal switch back on, he saw for a second Hung sitting in the cave entrance while a sandstorm blew outside. He wondered how he could see being on the other side of an interdenominational phenomenon with visual contact. He hoped he would be ok while sitting out the atmospheric storm. The image then went blank while his camera switched back to viewing the rocks & sand of Jeddah. After going to his embassy explaining that he lost his belongings, he made his journey back home. Finding a library he along with his companions found among the books a copy of the writings upon the mysterious brick. It was a manuscript in the ancient book of the dead that had been inscribed onto the stone by Pharaoh Thutmose 111. Yildiz thought it could have been that old and wondered how a magic spell written that long ago in 1400 BC could have any effect. There were many spells written that were used to transform not only reality but into shape shifting forms of animals that only the Gods could manifest. Yildiz looked up at the figure standing before him, his face resembling the friend he had encountered with his name meaning six. He smiled at the librarian, looking to see if he too had six limbs, yet he had stepped away. Yildiz turned the books page revealing a photo of the Pharaoh who was said to have engraved on the stone. His resemblance was astonishing as he matched the face of the robed man he bumped into while praying to the Kabbalah. Maybe the man you met was Muhammad! A colleague suggested. No, this man was much older as a spirit of the Pharaoh was powerful enough to have created a door that travels from one earthy body to another. The stone inscribed passports had allowed entrance into the Afterlife. As he researched more he found that each spell was numbered as he wanted to travel to Egypt to learn how a transformation into a fantastical creature could be obtained. Don’t dive too deep into the magic, you don’t want to become a dark sorcerer. His friends joked. Showing the Librarian his photo he had of the brick he was encouraged to write of his encounter. His spacesuit disappeared at the embassy as it was being analyzed & kept secret as there wasn’t a known crash landing upon an alien surface. After giving a lecture about his experience, walking outside he looked up at a bright star that seemed to blink its light like a distant friend. He then dashed away in his car as he heard the moan of an sand storm as if it were miles away.
The Crucible of Ancient Languages
She didn’t hear the Sub atomic sound as she lay sleeping within her glass meditation pyramid where her bedroom had shaken from the Vibration of an Extraterrestrial visitor. She was standing by the dresser where her jewel box displayed her most worn favorite trinkets. Displayed underneath the above Ultraviolet lights the Uranium bracelets rings & Medallions beamed with a purple green illumination. The Masked burglar was wearing a suit constructed of intricate wire mesh with iridescent sequins. The woman who owned the vibrant collection was a acquired physician & metaphysical healer who specialized in bio feedback therapy using a machine she invented that penetrated light beams from gemstones onto the seven chakras of the Spiritual body. Her Grandfather had been a rock hound living out in the Sierra desert where he had hunted for Uranium rock with his Ultraviolet lantern. This is how she came to be a rock child, a seeker of meaning within the stones. It was fascinating to mold the glowing artifacts of raw earth’s manifestation into works of jewelry. Once set into a silver or gold crucible they looked magnificent under a black light. This is how the attraction occurred from Ultraviolet space as the intruder seemed to be a being who needed the rocks to substantiate her identity. With her fish net dress she dug her hands into the treasure as if she were a paradox or particle of living rock. This was when the Female Meta Physician awoke to find the strange reality of seeing something beyond belief. Quickly she reached for her laser weapon in her nightstand. Pointing it at the illuminated body alarming it with a slight fire of her weapon. Startled the being turned around portraying a hidden face that dissolved into thin air. Where it went was as mysterious as its presence. Searching the area to find not a trace or clues, the young Doctor grew tired deciding to meditate on the situation. Laying down on a sofa that had a overhead projector containing the stones she called a chakra machine. closing her eyes where precious stone of colors beamed through lighted holes covering the parts of the body according to its planet. Jupiter Lavender Amethyst illuminated the crown of her head, Saturn Blue Safire covered her eyes, Mercury Turquoise upon her throat, Moon Emeralds shon upon the heart, Sun Sulfur upon her Solar plexus, Venusian Topaz for the Sacral bones, & Mars Ruby for the feet. Some of her clients preferred the Ruby for the heart where she would place if requested. Going into a deep trance she repeated the mantra, Lam, Vam, Ram, Yam, Ham, Sham, Ommmmm. The lights swirled from the stones as recorded sitar music echoed rocking her into a deep sleep. A dream appeared where a Lakshmi Goddess was dreaming with her chanting out each Chakra with its meditational Yoga dance. She was riding upon a vessel floating at sea ( boat stance ) within a triangle ( sacral chakra stance ) surrounded by butterflies ( crown Chakra stance ) & Dolphins ( third eye chakra stance ) Behind her stood a Mountain with tall trees( Root chakra stance) In her dream the Doctor called out..Dear Goddess why have you appeared in my vision? Through her third eye she portrayed an image of the magnanimous terrestrial who’s image beamed like a holographic photograph captured in a vortex only Holy Oracles could manifest. Yes! Yes! That is why I have summoned your divine wisdom! She screamed inside her dream, yet heard no answer. The Goddess looked sad as she cried tears indicating that she could only speak through images. She then touched her heart where a flaming bird escaped the dream world soaring from the machine into the room. It let out a sound that pierced so high it awakened her meditation. The Lakshmi was gone, yet the bird wasn’t. The golden bird sat it’s talons down upon her dresser looking straight into the Doctor’s soul with its inquisitive eyes. It began to chirp a sing song that sounded like a language. Some of the sounds sounded like words of that of a parrot giving her an idea to try to interpret the bird language. Her memory drifted back to when she learned there were hidden mysteries that were serendipitous for a child. Her parents had been Oceanographers experienced with extensive research with Dolphins & Whales sonar where Excursions such as underwater diving were part of her past. The researched sounds were discovered to be a sonar messages of vocal patterns Mammals used to communicate under the vast Ocean stretching out to the Pacific Islands. On a certain Summer while studying within International Waters out among the native chain of islands they encountered a tribe of islanders who had discovered the boat they were on. While inviting the Chief on board he expressed interest of the underwater speakers that picked up the mammal voices. She remembered him expressing with body language with his ornate hand woven attire to come look at something he wanted to show on the main land. Going ashore on his wooden canoe he led her family into his hut. There inside he revealed a instrument that he had found inside what he described as a ship fallen from the cosmos of stars. Taking his pet Mina bird he showed how when it talked into the device, it translated his animal language into not a spoken language but into what appeared to be hieroglyphics upon a piece of paper. The machine then played the bird song again reading the drawings of notes as pictures of ancient symbols scrolled onto the rice paper. It amazed us so much as my father wanted to know the secret to its workings. The Chief thought it was the work of something extraterrestrial, explaining that our mammal recording had given him the idea to record them like his bird songs. He offered to let us borrow the box as we were delighted in doing so. The songs of the sea were played out onto sheet music that we brought back with us to add to a library of talking picture books that were displayed as interpretations of mammal language. Her Mother had an idea of taking the symbols & embossing them onto metal then made into round rolls of pipes that could be played by a pianola piano. This produced the enchanting sounds from the islands that her family wished they could record more of after being awarded the Pearl Meister Greengard prize via Rockefeller University for their contribution to Anthropological Biology. The music was named Vocal Seismography with requests from around the world for its origin. One vivid day a unexpected crate of mail wrapped in green plastic wrap was brought to the door for a signature. Inside after unwrapping we found the ancient box from the islands with a note attached. Written on bamboo paper the Chief said in a few words he had not long to live in his old age & wished for his animal interpretation box to be contributed to the modern world to preserve the verbal species. This had been sixty years before as she had inherited the ancient device. Now was the perfect time to see if she could interpret the golden bird’s voice. Finding the button that switched it on to where it glowed a bright amber light she sat it next to the bird waiting for its song. He began to sing as the box recorded then printed out its sheet music. Taking the scrolls of what resembled chicken scratching she fed into the emboss machine creating the notes of his language onto tracking rolls. Inserting them into the pianola piano waiting for the song of the dream bird. The words printed out were, Ch3cooh, that sounded like Chthreecooh, as the number printed gave more insight to understand. Vinegar she knew as the chemical element where the next detailed picture translated was the atomic symbol ⚛️ next to the number fifty three. Iodine was of this formula she knew. Playing the song of the two chemicals did something unexpected. Her entire dwelling began to shake as if creating the sound of a volcano eruption shattering the glass windows where the startled bird flew out. She lived not far from the beach as the night sky streaked with lightning whereas something appeared out in the water. Grabbing her opera glasses that served as binoculars she searched the Ocean for the form out in the dark waves. There she could see the strange figure that had appeared in her room illuminated by her Uranium jewelry. Her fishnet dress blowing in the wind. The bird had given her the key to the secret element that made her invisible ghost body visible. Running to the shore she took the recording box & camera to photograph her physically. The voice from her essence was feminine in nature, hauntingly eerie as if draining of energy. The record button was on while she snapped photos that flashed without the lighting above. Wading in the waves to get a closer look she called out to the figure pleading for her to come closer. The storm was too magnetic for the apparition to endeavor where sounds of moaning infiltrated with electrical snaps & static. And then she faded away as she had done before, this time over the sea. The same sea that had brought the adventure of magical box that she used to study many creatures that helped heal the wounds of helpless animals misunderstood & used for science in unobtrusive ways. Each animal had a voice, even the ones used for consumption deserved better treatment. After the storm she played the music of Visibility again trying to recreate the encounter as that stormy night, with no avail. She never saw the form again while the photographs developed showed only the sea. Time passed as she encountered visitations from others who wandered on the beach in sole search. Many thought she was from the Pleiades as she became a legendary beach celebrity who was known as the hurdy-gurdy healer of veterinary medicine. She contributed concerts of animals voices with computerized moving symbols as well as heavy water light shows played under the dome of planetariums. The Chakras of her music portrayed forever in time. Finally she’s found a partner who invented a translation device that could translate words from foreign countries into readable languages used for television & radios. Within the metronomes of immigration they shared something in common of inventions created. Having her first child she recorded baby gibberish giving lullabies a new meaning. The box became part of her life while as she grew old she wondered what was inside. The ancient box that contained inner mechanisms never seen. Throughout the years she decided that she wanted to learn of its nature so she opened it by using her Chakra machine. Placing it underneath the multicolored lights it worked like a charm opening it without destroying its structure. There inside she peeked to find a tiny image of the mysterious woman she encountered so many years in the past. She was sitting in a chair like a puppet at the controls of a printing device as if transfixed. Switching on the box she became illuminated with its warm light while she moved as if becoming alive. In all her years she hadn’t imagined that a wooden puppet was inside. She was a mirror image of the form she encountered years before wearing the same magnetic dress in a puppet size. Sweeping her within her hands she placed her within her jewelry box illuminating her likeness like a Thumbelina fairy tale. She no longer needed a miniature chair. It was so sweet to have her as the Doctor of Metaphysical nature cried a tear down her apple doll face. No longer necessary was her box to communicate as the Doctor worked to create a potion to give life to the puppet that had helped give the unspoken creatures a new meaning.
Somewhere deep down below there is a door to the Underworld that opens into another dimension that only a few have witnessed. The entrance lies within a garden where a house stands with a secret basement. The house is a decent house with many rooms once occupied by a Doctor who discovered the hidden tunnels after an earthquake caved in a portion of a wall. Taking a lantern through the tunnels he found at the end a strange door that was left ajar. Thick vaporous smoke evaporated into mist as he felt he was stepping into another realm. And then the Doctor was seen no more. His disappearance was alarming to his wife who maintained the house learning that it was connected to a underworld. Sleeping became Supernatural as the young widow became transfixed by the calling of the mist that loomed from below awaking her slumber. She wore a white luminous gown while barefoot she walked with her velvet robe trailing. The moon was full while on this night hundreds of cicada bugs swarmed down from the Trees . She had always been fascinated by the glittery wings while wondering how they obtained their glitter. It was a special night she shall never forget for on this night the widow would meet her true love. She stepped through the door where she had looked several times for her husband with no avail. The fog made it difficult to find anything but the soil beneath her feet. She wondered where the mist originated from as the moon above turned to a purple heart absorbing her nature. Then there in the clouds stood a glittering figure that reminded her of a cicada manifesting a silver glittery cape with a matching mask. He looked Supernatural himself underneath the hearted moon. Up in the trees the chirping of the winged bugs made the scene elusive. She moved in closer to speak to the masked man. Asking who he was, he just smiled a handsome smile telling her he was part of her imagination. He explained further that she had entered the realm of the Supernatural where dreams become reality. She became confused asking if he had seen the missing Doctor. He said he had not although it was dangerous in this realm where monsters prey upon innocent souls. He beckoned her with his cape leading her through the mist to a house that she hadn’t seen before. It’s alright, it’s my house. Upon entering she found everything decorated with white furniture where she found a sofa to sit. He sat next to her looking at her through his mask. Do you ever take it off? He laughed again finding her words amusing. Suddenly a chirping cicada flew in, landing upon her frail neck. The widow screamed as its golden wings flapped while the masked man scooped up the insect tossing it through an open window. It had terrified the girl to tears as she wept where he had to comfort her. There, there don’t be frightened, it’s only a harmless bug. Then he kissed her lips ever so softly making her feel like she had never felt before. The silhouette of glittery bugs upon the window were seen through the gold satin curtains. She felt as if they were watching her as she held his embrace. He picked her up taking her to his bed chamber while more bugs appeared on his window. Outside something had fallen from the sky & was burning a bright iridescent green that burned through out the night as the two became lovers. Upon awakening the fire became a noticeable bright glare that caused the couple to inspect. What do you think it is? I’m not sure, it looks like maybe a meteorite. Funny that it didn’t make a sound when landing. Why does it glow a green light? It could be radiation, we should not stand near it long, it could be toxic. Should we report it? To Who? No one else but me lives in the Supernatural. Why do you exist here? To keep dreams alive, I am the Dream Maestro . Going back into the house he began searching his library for clues of the metal object. The woman searched too as she found a picture in a book that resembled the meteorite with a green cloud that explained it was krypton. Isn’t kryptonite a fictional invention of flying characters? I’ve heard this before, yet somehow I don’t remember where. I hope things don’t start flying around, or create a poltergeist.. The masked man smiled, he had changed his mask to another color, this one solid white,silver & traces of glittery green.She liked staying with him yet she hadn’t found any food with her stomach hungry. Don’t you eat food? He smiled & explained that he was not of the same world, he needed no food as he was a spirit existing for over one hundred years. Do you have any other friends? He said he did, that they contact him on his time piece that he used to connect if needed. She wanted to stay as she needed food substance yet there wasn’t even a kitchen. He told her to go back & to return when she felt nourished. She looked outside with the meteorite fire still burning, her gown needed changing as well. He wished her well as she departed back through the tunnel to the huge door that led her into her house. She wasn’t expecting to find the horrific site of her missing husband lying in a pile of smoking leaves with cicadas covering his zombiefied body. She screamed at the realization it was her husband while pieces of green meteorites stuck to his face. It was a horrible site to endeavor as his widow packed her things running back through the hidden door to find her man. Dream Maestro, where are you? She found his home empty. I’m over here, she found him in his meditation garden seeming to float in thin air. I’m not sure how this happened, I think you were right about the krypton. He spoke to her while floating as if upon a surrealistic pillow. I brought some food provisions, I just need a fire to cook on. That can be made, I know how to make a meteorite fire now. He held out some pieces of meteorite tossing them into the wind. They lit up like fireworks. It was a strange place where she found water drinkable as he could drink as if it was all he required. She liked the simplicity of drinking water from the garden fountain, as it washed away her experience of finding her X mummified in her front yard. She told him about it as he was puzzled of how he had contacted the fallen object from the sky. She never noticed before that he had a receiver earpiece inserted in his mask. It was blinking a blue flash where he had gotten a call. I understand Professor, I’ll be there right away with the device. His way of communication was beyond her thinking, although she understood. Excuse me Madam X, I must attend to a delivery beyond the stars. Where are you going? It’s a remote moon base made into a hospital that gives me top priority. What will you take there? A Dream box that I invented that will help recovering soldiers, they are eager to experience my equipment. I want to go too, how will you get there? Do you have a craft? He cleared his throat saying with his deep masculine voice, My house is my craft. I do not understand?? Step inside and I will show you. Getting adjusted in two swivel chairs that sat at a control panel that pulled out from a panel where controls flew the house as it lifted up flying through the air. It was a bit overwhelming as she never expected to travel to space, let alone inside a house. He tried to explain how it flew with no rockets but used anti gravity that too was beyond her comprehension. It felt excelerating to rush through the stars where they had a window view of the hemisphere. Soon the moon was in full view as its milky structure blurred as if surrounded by a invisible nebulosity. The house itself played sounds that sounded like synthesized notes of fragments that made the voyage surreal. I know so little about you, now I discover you are not only a Dream Maestro but an inventor. He smiled easing down on the controls as he landed the home upon the moons surface. The hospital was in full view as the closet opened with suitable spacesuits that they climbed into in the zero gravity. Everything seemed to float into place as they stepped out onto the lunar surface with the cargo held firmly in his hand. They were instantly greeted by the Professor who had a big grin that welcomed them into the tiny structure. You made it! We’re all so overjoyed to have you here. The room was full of hospital beds holding golden age war veterans who were the first chosen for the mission. Doctors & nurses swayed in the rhythm of zero gravity while large plastic pipes filtered down the corridors. The inner shell of a dome where the vets slept seemed like being under a mother turtle, as that was the nickname they gave the clinic. Many were traumatized severely so their wasn’t a celebration, just solemn eyes staring with the understanding that the Dream machine had arrived. The Professor explained that they all were given a pill with the Dream camera that would make contact with the recording of the machine. There were ten cd burners, one for each patient. His white hair was ecstatic looking much like Albert Einstein as it seemed electrified in the zero gravity. His interns took the box that had long extensions of headbands that were placed upon each patient. We can converse in the other room while they sleep. We’d love to Professor, as we’re a bit tired from our journey and wish to retire to our house for the night. Of course! Won’t you & your lady come tomorrow to view the results? Seeing the manifestations of my inventions is part of my job, it makes my work reputation a full picture. Then let us resume tomorrow, be sure to set your timer as the sun doesn’t rise on the moon. I almost forgot, the solar lighting is unmistakably well done! There was laughter among the small circle of Nurses & interns who gathered around the two time travelers. The Professor then switched out the light as the room lightly snored themselves to sleep. The following day the patients were wide awake gathering in the viewing room to see their dreams interrupted upon disc. Since this was the first experience with the recording their wasn’t a lot of full pictures as many had memory loss from being Prisoners of War. There was one patient who dreamt of his family having a Christmas dinner somewhere in the past. It felt rewarding to see him experience seeing his family as he had lost them being a sole survivor.Other recordings started to manifest past family members that replaced the bad memories of being POWs.It made the men regain moral as the recording played on pleasant experiences erasing the shell shock experiences. The men began singing while they dreamt night after night of marching & sailing out to sea. Tears of joy spilled from the Professors face, I don’t know how to thank you enough! I should like to know how you invented such a machine, but I know it’s your secret. Indeed it is, the masked hero held out a small case of gold compact discs. I present you with a gift of modern technology that will expand more consciousness for this first hospital moon base. Taking the golden box, the Professor handed him a check for One Hundred Thousand Dollars!🤪🤪 We have plans for female Veterans after the new section is built! There is something distressing.. Oh, go on..I found a fallen meteorite in my yard. You don’t say! Did it have green gases? It had a glow to it that I thought safe until my lady found her late husband deceased & covered with glowing meteorite debris. Oh my! That is alarming, what can I do? If you can have someone pick up his body to investigate. He handed the Professor the address. It will be done as I am curious about such science. Id like some pictures of the meteorite as well. I hope it doesn’t fall up here! The voice of a man yelled out from overhearing. Always joking around Colin, I saw your dream sequence of what looked like a giant Hedgehog🦔🦔 hoping on the lunar surface 🧐🧐 It wasn’t a Hedgehog, it was a Groundhog because my birthday is on Groundhog Day🤨🤨 I was unaware the day had significance. Maestro laughed & said that he liked all animals, even Grounhogs🦫🦫 on that note Maestro shook hands with Doctors & Professionals acknowledging the trip had been a success. Going back inside their flying house they said their Goodbyes.. Lady X wondered what a hundred year old Spirit would do with the money he received.. Oh she could think of some thing she could do with a surplus of wealth. This would have to wait for another day as she & her masked friend had other things to take care of. They both fell upon the revolving bed as the house zoomed through the stars back to the Dream World.