RL Stevenson
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The Chronicles of Sadie
The Chronicles of Sadie: Saga of the Awakening (Dedicated to Celestine) Do Lu Olu Sa Ma Rae, Kahn Shesoo OOM…Clq, clq, ntok, ntok, ntok. That was the sound of Light Language carried upon the glistening pearls of light rays that parted the matrix of a cocoon wrapped sphere. As it exploded, its iridescent shower of crystalline particles inundated the atmosphere with colorful, melodic pulse. I lay there on my back, prostrate, arms stretched, and feet spread wide apart, my heart was open and ready to receive the ancient codes of my Star Kin. These, I would be instructed to transfuse into precious crystals and select stones that would be planted into Mother Earth’s gridlines. The task would be an arduous one, but The Great Ones of the Twin Circle Environment, called Am’Mu, were sent to assist me in bringing forth the Light of the Radiant One, the Grand Mother of Earth Kin and Earth-Xi (their identical Star Kin).
By RL Stevenson2 years ago in Fiction
- Runner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge
Jeremy and the CovenantRunner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge
Jeremy and the Covenant By: RL Stevenson Transformation is interstellar. It happens in the cosmos within and without. There is a distinct sound, a shifting that happens, and at that exact moment in time and space, the bell tolls and echoes your name. Throughout one’s journey in the pursuit of self, many seekers grapple with the reality of who they perceive they are and who they desire to become. One may embark upon an expedition to find greater meaning and purpose, searching for answers to a calling that could possibly bring about a heightened sense of joy and fulfilment, and a bolder sense of strength and courage. But is this goal always attainable? It is possible, but its path is often mapped with terrains full of hills and valleys, desert, and rocky places, and is sometimes inundated with virtually impassable landscapes. Nevertheless, through it all, there is a clearing, and the road becomes smooth and unobstructed; one’s Road of Sharon, so to speak. And, when the season is right, change ensues… because everything is purposed and re-purposed for change. We don’t always know when or understand why, but it is par for the course; it is inevitable. Such was the season of change for a young boy named Jeremy.
By RL Stevenson2 years ago in Fiction
Reflections of My Sister
Reflections of My Sister I frequently gazed at myself in the mirror, contemplating the meaning of “self”—reflecting on who I was, and who I thought I would become, affirming the latter for the former. I’d summon the oracle behind the veil, but she’d rarely ever respond—because, she too, was bewildered by the confusion of necessity. After thirty-something odd years, my identity had remained concealed. I had lost it a long time ago—to be more candid…it was hijacked. I realize the mirror isn’t particularly the kindest teller of tales; though, authenticity isn’t one of its truest projections, in any case. Half of the time, I didn’t know whether to trust my inner self, or agree with what the mirror displayed; it’s still difficult to gather which of the two is more psychologically and emotionally accommodating. I constantly told myself that I was merely looking at an image, which couldn’t reveal much of anything—unable to perceive the truth, if at all. Mirrors are relatively unreliable consultants and can easily alter one’s perception of reality—hence, we proceed with caution, lest we forget that by virtue of it, objects [in it] are closer than they appear.
By RL Stevenson2 years ago in Confessions
The Missionary
Men who were once sane... now vandalized. Certain fellows who once possessed soundness of mind, lay numb… shut up in the throes of psychosis. The execution of the King aroused suspicion among the Puritan laity, whom some claimed, feared a resurgence of Catholic authority. The zeal of Sir Oliver Cromwell had commissioned a devout group of protestant males to go on assignment to a remote location off the Isles of Vulgare. Twenty-five men servants—supposing to resuscitate humanity, with all compassion—embarked upon a journey against divine providence. I am not one to say, nor fear, for I trust in the Lord God Almighty. Nevertheless, the charges supposed by these young men against the Puritan faith have been deemed unworthy of investigation by dissenters and of nothing more than vain contrivances. I was not present to witness the alleged treacheries, they insist, happened upon them; therefore, I must rely solely upon spiritual discernment from the God of Heaven.
By RL Stevenson2 years ago in Fiction