Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Forest of violets

Jolts of pain. Followed by flashes of nothingness overwhelmed Simon. His eyes burst open in bloodshot agony, screaming and writhing, he shouted into darkness. The darkness washed over his screams, tantalizing him, teasing him, echoing his screams. For it was not body which was tormented, but his soul. Again Simon felt the feeling of eternity encapsuled within a second. Time did not matter to him at that moment. All that mattered was salvation from the darkness which covered him, and the second he wished this, his panicking ceased. He was still being tormented, but he could block it out for one part of him to think, to listen, to act. Words came to his mind, and flowed from his heart.
"Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death."
Steel pierced him. He felt crushed. Yet he continued.
"I fear no evil for You are with me."
The darkness was stiffling now. No more did it just wash over him, he felt it struggling against him, trying to drown his words which were no longer screams, but truth.
"The LORD is my light and my salvation- whom shall I fear?"
To this, he heard an answer. The darkness rumbled, almost as if it was telling Simon to fear itself. In a last effort it rose against him. Simon began speaking in a tongue not his own, it flowed from his heart, in a song unlike any other.
"Sing to the LORD a new song, sing to the LORD, all the earth. Let the heavens rejoice, let the earth be glad. Let the sea resound, and all that is in it. Let the fields be jubilant, and everything in them. Then all the trees of the forest will sing for joy."
The darkness faded immediately to trees and green. Simon blinked and then began to cry, sprawled out on the ground.
He fell asleep. Breck and Emerlo were nearby to. Their clothes and appearances normal they gazed about them. Velaho placed the boys head into his lap and stroked his hair, whispering healing. The forest floor was covered with violets, which joined in song with Velaho.

Friday, May 27, 2005

When I examine myself and my methods of thought, I come to the conclusion that the gift of fantasy has meant more to me than any talent for abstract, positive thinking -Einstein

how true are these words, for when I read, the tales and stories become alive, pieces of earth, water, flesh woven from thought- dancing around in my mind, soothing its woes and daily troubles. Binding me back together after being broken, I do not want to stop reading, I do not want to depart the world I have created in my mind. Yet I tire, and move on, for one cannot dwell on dreams alone. But when I do dwell to long, I find that when the dreams crumble that I am not prepared, vulnerable. Yes, fantasy is the best natural gift of abstract, positive thinking, but it also can destroy.
Conclusion: Fantasy- a natural drug inhibitted into our very soul. How very convenient.

Sunday, May 22, 2005


The three guardians of the LORD crowded the small ICU room, and it was even more unpleasant with the nurse in the room too, as it is always uncomfortable to an angel for a human to move through their bodies. Velaho knelt beside Simon's body, Emerlo singing softly while his hands moved over different machine parts to make sure no accident occured. Breck stood in the doorway with his eyes looking towards the ceiling. Suddenly Breck's skin glowed brightly and his clothes burst into flames, in one hand was a shield and the other a saber. He grinded his teeth, and in a voice deeper than his own he growled,
"We have company."
Of course the minute Breck changed so had Vehalo and Emerlo. Velaho's rags had transformed into armor of light, sunbeams clothed his body and rushed around him like fireflies. Emerlo had grown another three feet and he too was burning. The description of their transformations is not quite explainable, they were not shiny, they were not sparkly and beautiful. They were light, vicious, ferocious light.
At first Breck had just seen one of the enemy. But now he saw that he was wrong, very wrong. Hundreds of white snakes like beings were moving towards their door, as they came closer the snake-beings also changed. They changed into angels with wings and white clothes. These angels formed a half circle around the room Simon lied in. Each of them drew their sword, and as they did, Breck glanced at Emerlo. Emerlo lifted his hands shooting a flaming blue shield around the room. The angels
who had drawn their swords suddenly turned grey they rushed towards the shield. The angels then transformed again. This time in to beasts, with a gnashing of teeth they screamed a blood curling yell. This time Velaho sadly looked upon the child as the room burst into flames. The hospitals fire alarm went off.