Music of the Night

Simon woke up to the song of peace. Soothing, eternal peace flowing through his body. The song was not composed of sound but of something which no human would be able to explain. Opening his eyes, he noticed that it dusk with very little light filtering through the trees. As his vision adjusted he saw that he was staring at a shabily dressed, long haired horribly ugly man scattered his thoughts to the point where he would have screamed. Instead he found he could not utter a noise. He could hear no other sound besides the singing. Simon noticed the ugly man staring at him with concern.
"Do not be afraid, Simon, you are safe."
He heard the man speak but did not see his lips move and hundreds of thoughts rushed through his mind.
"Where am I."-"Whats with the music?" "I'm not afraid. Why aren't your lips moving? How do I hear you? Why are you holding me and who the hell are-"
"Calm yourself and your thoughts! I am Velaho and I stand in the presence of God. The music you are hearing are psalms and praises being sung to our LORD. This forest is a stronghold, an island in the sky, a sanctuary for souls who are in need of rest. I am holding you because your soul has been separated from your body and it would be dangerous for me to let go."
"Am I dreaming, what does thig guy mean by my body being separated from my body. Island, stronghold? This sounds familiar, he's saying almost the exacts same things Gabriel said to Mary. What the-"
"Calm yourself! Your thoughts are your words. Everything you think I hear."
Looking at Velaho this time, Simon said as if he were shrugging.
"Oh well, if I'm dreaming, I might as well play along. Sir Velaho what is thy command?
Velaho gave an exhasperated look to Emerlo and Breck both who were invisible to Simon. Breck had heard enough of the boys dubiety. A bright flash and he was clothed in white armour with shield in one hand and fire in the other. Simon gaped and was suddenly humbled. His mind rambled frantically.
"I am the LORD's servant. I will be silent. Dear God please forgive me. I will not doubt your messengers again."
A blur of colors and pitch black again. Simon opened his eyes to a hospital room. Joyous cries sounded around him as he opened his eyes. Familiar faces, family faces, a doctor smiling. A whisper in his ear.
"We are here and we stand in the presence of God."

champagne supernova by oasis

lot of pain and discomfort this morning, really.. miserable..
wishing is miserable too..at least to me it hasnt been friendly
mmmm

How many special people change
How many lives are living strange
Where were you when we were getting high?
Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannon ball
Where were you while we were getting high?

Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova in the sky
Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova
A champagne supernova in the sky

Wake up the dawn and ask her why
A dreamer dreams she never dies
Wipe that tear away now from your eye
Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannon ball
Where were you when we were getting high?

Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova in the sky
Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova
A champagne supernova in the sky

Cos people believe that they're
Gonna get away for the summer
But you and I, we live and die
The world's still spinning round
We don't know why
Why, why, why, why

How many special people change
How many lives are living strange
Where were you when we were getting high?
Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannon ball
Where were you while we were getting high?

Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova in the sky
Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova
A champagne supernova in the sky

Cos people believe that they're
Gonna get away for the summer
But you and I, we live and die
The world's still spinning round
We don't know why
Why, why, why, why

How many special people change
How many lives are living strange
Where were you when we were getting high?
We were getting high
We were getting high
We were getting high
We were getting high

tips on constructive criticism

two posts ago..an anonymous person commented:
"You are a fruit cake. Boo hoo, your life is soooooo hard, you are sooooo different to everyone else... riiiiiight."

They claim I'm gay- as an insult more than a fact I'm guessing. hmmm..lame
"Boo hoo" -hehe this makes me always think of Casper the friendly ghost. Here it seems their trying to mock me. What a well thought through line.
"your life is so hard" -I would agree with them there
"your life is so different to everyone else" -again..nothing to argue about..'cept for the grammar thing there

Looking at this comment, then to analyze what kind of person who would write this. Someone who is hurt themselves, who is having a difficult time in life, and are not convinced that my problems are hard.. or not as hard as theirs.
God bless you and may he help you with whatever your problems may be, really. please.. if your going to comment at least come up with some good insults...and whoever you are. If you know me, dont post anonymous when mocking.. its cowardly..

some songs and then some

stiil working on the next bit of the story.. i believe reading "out of the silent planet" gave me a good deal of fuel along with watching some movies- across the river kwai (dont ask me how this inspired me.. maybe on the humor side of it all.. especially with the british always saying things like "blast!" -"jolly good fun" "jolly good show", "madness!" etc.) independance day.. again i dont know how this exactly inspired me..

been listening to some songs.. i think its about time to change the music video on here...
good songs to listen to that can be related to drugs.. and are for listening to while your on them (for pure surgical reasons of course)-from best to least based on experience:
Staralfur by Sigur Rus
Yellow by Coldplay
Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds by The Beatles
Champagne Supernova by Oasis
Magical Mystery Tour by the Beatles
Yellow Submarine by The Beatles
Paranoid Android by Radiohead
Burn one Down by Ben Harper

dark

im working on the next story bit dont worry.. i know basically whats going to happen, its just working it all out in my mind.

I love listening to music in the dark, late at night. After a shower, after a pain fight, just lie in bed, listen to music and let my mind, heart and emotions run around and mingle with my imagination. I can easily identify my emotions, right now I feel frustrated, hurt and lonely. Ye, I have friends who visit me, I love visiting and talking for however short amount of time, but it brings up things inside me which hurt. My struggles are different, not exactly more difficult, just different and I can try to understand theirs but they can't comprehend mine.

One of the songs I have, is very special to me. When I listen to it, I wish I could bannish all my problems and not have to deal with the petty drama and requirements that 'must' live through in this post-modern culture. It just makes me want to break down, cry and ..basically, just sing love to God.
It's the theme song to the movie 'Brother Sun Sister Moon' ..about St. Francis.

Brother sun and sister moon,
I seldom see you, I can't hear your tune;
Preoccupied with selfish misery.

Brother wind and sister air,
Open my eyes to visions pure and fair,
That I might see the glories around me.

I am God's creature, of Him I am part,
I feel His love awakening my heart.

Brother sun and sister moon,
Often I see you, I can hear your tune;
So much in love with all that I survey.

I am God's creature, of Him I am part,
I feel His love awakening my heart.

I long for the moment, when I am set free of the bonds of my physical life, so that I may be welcomed into the presence of God, for Him to scoop me up in an embrace, while whispering "well done my good and faithfull son"

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.

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.

Others

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.

Simon

To Simon changing between the unconsciousness and conscious states lasted as if eternity was blasted within a second. Like blinking, he was seeing one moment, then not, then seeing again, but the time that passed when he was not seeing lasted much longer than it seemed. It was all very confusing for Simon; it was even more confusing when he woke up in various places with people in white clothes clustering about him and his parents saying this he couldn’t hear. Finally he woke up one time and was more aware than ever, he was moving with people moving his bed down a hall. His whole body ached with weakness, moving his hand caused a sharp pain, which shocked his whole body out of idleness. Letting out a small cry, one of the people pushing his bed turned toward him and softly told him to not move his hand-that it was connected to an IV. Simon nodded and had no idea what they were talking about but decided not to move his hand anyways if it was going to hurt. He closed his eyes and thought about his last memories.
It had been a different day than any other school day. Simon overall hated school. He did very well class but was a very private person (he was also older than all his classmates) and for this he was condemned to an outcast state. Yet that day as he was eating his lunch alone by a tree within school grounds one of his classmates walked over to him and asked if she could eat with him, more precisely a girl came over to him and asked. Even more precisely Sasha Charkov came over and asked him if she could sit next to him. Simon wasn’t shy, just private, and he calmly said “sure” and then started furiously thinking for what possible reason would Sasha want to sit next to him. They ate in silence until Sasha said:
“I think you’re a pretty cool guy.”
Simon was a private person, the year before he had friends, and although he had been alone this year he still had observed the “events” which teens would-in his opinion- stupidly engage in. These involved having crushes, skipping school, gossiping and others which he loathed mainly because all his friends were gone, making him angry at anyone who was able to enjoy the teen drama. He scowled.
“No you don’t.”
“No I don’t what?” Sasha began getting uneasy.
“No you don’t like me.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You were though, weren’t you?”
“Well I-“
But Simon was getting annoyed and he cut her off.
“What do you want?”
It was Sasha’s turn to start getting annoyed.
“Look. I don’t want anything. I didn’t even want to come over here in the first place.”
“Why did you come then?”
“Never mind.” And with that Sasha got up and walked away. Immediately Simon regretted getting mad, but he couldn’t help it. In the past girls had come up to him for help on homework. But it still puzzled him why she would come over and ask to eat with him.
Simon groaned in his sleep. Velaho looked up from where he was sitting, then glanced at to Breck but he shook his head. No enemies yet.

nope!

out of juice..sorry