Alternate Realities – Chapter Five : The World in between

Alternate Realities – Chapter Five : The World in between

21 April 2019

feedme Helena Nelson Reed

Horus looked at her surprised face and asked “Did you not know I would come to guide you?”

  • No, she answered. I thought it was an angelic guide
  • There are angels too but their mission is else. They are responsible for managing the overarching system of the multiverse. The gods that I belong to are responsible only for this universe. We do not manage what is happening in other universes
  • So each universe has its own gods?
  • Do you find that surprising? – he laughed throatily. In just one world you have managed to have so many gods. It should not surprise you that there are many more in the other universes of the multiverse.
  • How do the gods manage not to fight over universes?
  • Well they actually do fight.
  • They seem to be very humane gods. If there is one thing that makes them similar to humans it would be the desire for additional conquests then.
  • We are not the source. The source does not need to fight. It owns all, it is all.
  • Do you fight with other gods?
  • I had to a very long time ago and I might have to again. You will help me fight. You and the children of the world in between.
  • Children?
  • Yes, neither human, nor gods, neither flesh nor spirit but a combination of both, capable of living in both worlds and changing as the circumstances require.
  • Where are they now? Are they ready to fight for you?
  • They are not ready yet. It will take time for that. I need to get you ready first. That is why I had come to guide you.

 

She was a bit puzzled at all of this. What had this got to do with getting rid of her fears and moving into higher realms? If this was what the higher realms were made of then she was not sure that she wanted any of it. She had a hard time already trying to reconcile the fact that humans only thought of getting more for themselves and were ready to slaughter each other for that, if the gods too were like that, she was not sure she wanted to be involved with them at all.

 

  • It is not the same thing. We do not fight pettily. Some of us are gods of the light and others gods of the dark. In the beginning the source created us equal and gave each group of us a world to manage but some gods wanted to have more worlds than the one they were assigned. They were mainly the gods of the dark. They wanted darkness to be spread all over the universe so we had to fight them as they were pitilessly slaughtering the beings under their care.
  • Why did the source not intervene?
  • The source is convinced that balance will prevail, automatically. You have to understand that for the source, all that you are going through, all the lifetimes of the humans and the beings on the other worlds are like a tiny speck of dust in comparison to its existence. The source will wait and will not intervene and that wait could be billions of years for humans and the other beings so we have to fight.
  • Who are we meant to fight? How do you fight gods?
  • There is one god who started this and who gathered all the other gods of the dark under his command. He is called Settesh. If we overcome Settesh, then all the other gods of the dark will cease their hostilities and relinquish the worlds they conquered to their rightful owners.
  • Is the Earth conquered
  • Yes, it is one of those worlds that was conquered.
  • Who did it originally belong to?
  • It belonged to me and my parents. Settesh killed my father and partly took over this world. When I was ready to fight him my mother taught me the ways but it was only half a victory and we were never able to shake his hold of this world.
  • How could he have partly conquered it. I don’t understand.
  • It is conquered by fear. As long as humans vibrate to the energy of fear, it will remain under his control. From time to time there is a large manifestation of love and that is when his grip becomes weak but as long as there are humans who fear, this world will never be fully ours and humans will never enter the Golden Age of their history.

 

She realised that what he was saying made sense. It had always seemed to her that fear had a debilitating effect on humans and she understood why he had been so insistent that she get rid of the fear before the ascension to the land of all beginnings. She had let the fear control her and her ascension had been a difficult experience. She understood now why the Mother had not been more welcoming. Burdened by fear she was more a tool of Settesh than a warrior of the light. The Mother and Toth had still weighed her deeds and given her the token so surely they thought she would still be helpful to them. She vowed to her self that she would start meditating more and concentrating on the light so that she could fill herself with it and merge with the sensation of universal love she felt when meditating.

 

  • Let us go, he said
  • I am ready but where are we going?
  • To the world in between. It is a continuum of the land of all beginnings so your token will help you get there.

 

She energised her heart and crown chakras before vibrating her heart to activate the token. The walls dilated and contracted before disappearing altogether. She felt the motion of a joyride as her consciousness slid into the other world. It was like falling endlessly through a well except that she had to steer herself to avoid being sucked into the holes on the sides which lead to nothingness. Horus on the other hand did not need to slide, he simply dematerialised and materialised from one world to another. He halted her consciousness and she slid through a small opening in the spiral. They had reached the world in between and he explained that the children were waiting for them. She steadied herself to get rid of the swaying feeling and looked around. There were at least hundred of them gathered around and slowly moving towards them. She let out a gasp of surprise. These were not any children. They were dragons!

 

Deliver us – Shinnobu

Like a Shadow – Shinnobu

After of my Life – Shinnobu

 

Sunday musings : Resilience

Sunday musings : Resilience

17 March 2019

 

Trying my hand again at sketches with a focus on nudes ; sketching to the tune of jazz.

 

I called the portrait « Resilience ». It is perhaps one of the traits that I favour most in human beings. Whatever we go through in life, a little bit of music, giving free course to our imagination and the exercise of our hobbies together with this trait allow us to go through many situations that we initially thought insurmountable. So here’s to resilience and to the great all at once soothing and stimulating effect of jazz.

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Hey Laura – Gregory Porter

The Gods are sleeping

The Gods are sleeping

13 September 2018

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The Gods are sleeping

Their infinite arms outstretched

Embracing our frames

 

The Gods are sleeping

Moss and heather cover them

Dark their sheltered caves

 

The Gods are sleeping

Their hair miles of cypresses

Wisps heave in the winds

 

The Gods are sleeping

Their faces emblems of peace

Bodies a firm rock

 

The Gods are sleeping

They dream plans to overcome

The human frailty

 

The Gods are weeping

Their tears a river of pain

Bondage unending

 

Reading of the poem: 

Fragile – Sting & Stevie Wonder

We escaped at last an end of horror

We escaped at last an end of horror

1 September 2018

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They told us tales of how we would have gone

With our skins to hide and wailing bellies

With our knees quaking and courage foregone

A tale now foretold as our breaths would cease

 

The sun melted into the horizon

Traces of the cold to come submerged us

Jaded darkness overcame the prison

This was the end we would go without fuss

 

The eyes within the cypresses watched on

We walked uphill to places forgotten

The will now forsaken the soul forlorn

A semblance of human its core rotten

 

They gathered us in increasing darkness

The night was the tool of lasting terror

Free will brought all courage we could harness

We escaped at last an end of horror

 

Reading of the poem: 

Ends of the Earth – Lord Huron

 

The Dragon Egg

The Dragon Egg

7 February 2018

 

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She could see that he was speaking but she could not hear him anymore. It was as if she was in a deep tunnel underground with the waters rushing above it. He sensed that she was not hearing him anymore and reached out to slightly shake her shoulders to jolt her back into awareness of what he was saying and she felt the sensation dim. He was telling her that she had a son who was now six years old and who was a hybrid. He was born from a relationship that she had broken off more than six years ago.

She was still puzzled as to how she could have conceived the baby without having to carry it within her womb. He told her that the hybrids did not require to be carried in the womb of a human mother until maturity but just needed to be conceived and kept within the womb for a number of weeks. After that they were able to be transported and kept elsewhere in certain conditions until they hatched. She felt a curious click when he mentioned the word hatched. It made her think back to a moment during the relationship when her boyfriend’s mother had come to meet her. They had met at the airport and the older woman had behaved strangely with her, her arms going all around her in an odd way before they had departed.

She remembered how her boyfriend had mentioned that his mother had come to retrieve the egg. She had dismissed the whole matter from her mind as being ludicrous at the time but now things seemed different. She thought back to the times when she could hear a baby crying in her head and had believed it to be linked to her children being away from her for a short period. She also thought back to the times when she had felt a telepathic communication of desperation from someone she could not identify as well as to her increasing obsession about dragons. She had still sent comforting thoughts to that being at each communication she felt although she could not identify who it was.

The final communication just before it had been cut off was the description of a young human being with a tail that could retract at will. It also described the way the mother of her ex-boyfriend had retrieved the egg from her. Apparently the egg was vibrating at a different frequency level than the one she was vibrating at. This difference in frequency allowed the older woman to isolate the egg in the womb from the womb and be able to pull it out in the open air where it remained invisible and keep it with her. She had then taken the egg with her back to South Africa where she had placed it in the incubator until it had hatched. The result was a handsome young boy who could move at will between the appearance of a dragon and that of a human with only the tail remaining sometimes when he did not use enough energy for the transformation.

She looked again at the man in front of her. He was telling her that the young boy needed her now because he was growing strong and would not listen to anybody else. For some reason, despite their separation, he had formed a very strong bond with her and had demanded to be reunited with her. She wondered what it would be like to mother this hybrid child. Would she have the strength to teach him right from wrong and be able to go through with any punishments if he did not obey. Rewarding a strong hybrid would not be an issue but how to punish a strong hybrid that could cut you to pieces if he wished to ?

The man could see all of these questions go through her mind as she thought and he reassured her that the child seemed to have already developed an immense loyalty to his mother he did not know. In fact, many of the things that would have otherwise happened to her when she put her ex-boyfriend out of her life were rendered impossible by his intervention. Right from the safety of his egg, he had projected a field of energy around her to shield her from any harm according to the man. She smiled with a mixture of pride and amazement. She would take care of him. He was her boy after all and would grow to be a fine dragon human.

Rockabye – Clean Bandit ft. Sean Paul & Anne-Marie

Tombstones seal

Tombstones seal

2 May 2017

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Skies that rise

Forgotten the wise

Set sunrise

On demise

The nothing in glaring beam

To be what they seem

 

Birds that mock

Seasons out of stock

Set the lock

On havoc

Desolation way of stream

In the human dream

 

None to stand

I let go Her hand

Cattle brand

In the land

No power left to rewind

Destiny of blind

 

Sands that grind

Rising seas unkind

Stars that wind

In Her mind

Death oncoming theirs to find

Earth in crust to bind

 

Dust piling

Thunder beguiling

Ropes filing

Times riling

Unshed the voice of the meek

In the desert streak

 

Ceilings peel

Pillars downtown reel

Tendrils feel

Tombstones seal

Winds of raging death that reek

Of destruction’s peak

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Dream 1 (Before the wind blows it all away) – Max Richter

Flesh

Flesh

27 April 2017

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Ahmed closed his eyes frantically as the girl swayed lasciviously in front of him. He prayed god internally that he would be forgiven to have to witness this terrible display of nudity. There was flesh everywhere, inescapable, palpable, exhilarating and nauseating all at once. He checked himself and thought he should whip himself a hundred times at least for allowing this perversion to make him feel exhilaration. He knew he had no choice as this was his heavenly mission, follow and destroy his target, Senator McMillan. He had no doubt that his mission was heavenly as just the last two nights had shown him what evil he should remove from the Earth. It was a bonus to his mission described earlier as mainly the removal of a hindrance to the motion on the reinstatement of free trade with his country which had suffered sanctions earlier owing to the very radical views of its leader. Senator Mc Millan had opposed the motion ferociously arguing that if they allowed such radical leaders to get away with such atrocities committed and with the disguised support of terrorism then there would be no point in applying sanctions in the first place.

 

Senator Mc Millan had a wife and 6 children as he was visibly enacting in his personal life his goal of being an example for his community to further his no abortion campaign. Ahmed thought to himself that this was perhaps the only thing that united him and this man, the idea that a baby’s life was precious. Senator Mc Millan’s life on the other hand was worthless it seemed as he did not really live up to his ideals. A good father and church going, charity funding person in public, he was actually a depraved man who loved to have women in a dance bar step with high heels on his back in private rooms where they danced for him and a few others.

 

What else they did he knew not as he could only see from a distance what was going on and that too behind half closed lids as he felt he could be tainted by watching fully this display of exuberant depravity. Ahmed had succeeded in seducing one of the waitresses at the bar and she had let him in on the secret life of Senator McMillan one day as well as given him access so he may view this himself one night. He had made her believe that he was a journalist and that he was in love with her, would marry her and respected her too much to have any form of sexual contact before they were married.

 

The barmaid, Amanda, was elated to have found her knight in shining armour. Every day for a week now she had waited breathlessly for his arrival when it was her time to go home and surely enough there he had been, escorting her to her residence and then kissing her hand before saying goodbye. She could hardly believe her good fortune at having found this absolute gem of a human being who was so knowledgeable on a vast number of subjects and always so humble as well as so caring in introducing her to all these concepts.

 

When she had first confessed that she had barely made it to high school as she had had to work after the death of her father, he had become very emotional mentioning that education should be a basic human right and that all people should be entitled to get to at least university level without hindrance. He had mentioned at the time that if he had his way, things would change hugely in society. He had talked with such passionate intensity that he had seduced her even more and it was therefore without the slightest qualm that she had broken the golden rule of privacy she had maintained at the bar for years and allowed him into the inner room.

 

On the third night he visited the bar’s inner room, he told Amanda not to stay in the room after she had escorted him in and she agreed although slightly fearful that he might step out of line if she did not keep a close watch on him. He had promised however that he would only take a few pictures and nobody would ever know that she had been the one to allow him in. She left as he started drawing out small boxes she presumed were tools for his photography from his knapsack.

 

As soon as Amanda had left, Ahmed started putting together the mini-bomb kit. He wanted to make sure that all the occupants of the room were killed and not just Senator Mc Millan. He did not think they deserved to die with him and had therefore decided at the beginning of the week not to use his suicide vest but just to put it in a corner of the room. He moved stealthily across the floor to the other exit Amanda had showed him after securing the bomb under one of the tables.

 

The group of men and women were so engaged in their activities that hardly anyone noticed him. Ahmed went through them, eyes almost fully shut, shying away from the display of flesh. He could not help but notice again that there was so much flesh everywhere, white, pink, rosy or reddened by streaks of what seemed a whip. A chill went through him and his forehead broke into sweat as he thought back to how he had whipped himself for straying and another image of a whip on pink offered soft fleshy skin crossed his mind like a lightning bolt and he shuddered with a mixture of pleasure and horror at that thought. He was glad it would be soon over and he would never have to think about this again.

 

As he reached the other door, he quietly let himself out and engaged the detonator’s mechanism. It was set to just twenty seconds as he knew the charge was just enough to blast everyone in the room and he would be safe behind the solid door. Only a small oval porthole in it allowed one to see through it. Just seconds before the room ignited with the blast, he saw Amanda enter it from the other side looking for him. A chill ran through him and he closed his eyes as the blast shook the ground under his feet. When he opened them again, there were pieces of flesh on the porthole. He knew he should be leaving fast now as the police would soon be there and the bodyguards were running towards the place from the other side. Like in a dream, he opened the door and looked into the room. He could not distinguish in the pile of flesh on the ground what belonged to whom. He saw pieces of what was probably the short black skirt that Amanda wore and knew that the pieces of flesh there must be some of her. He knew he should leave but he wanted to find the rest of her. He was not sure how to distinguish the pieces. There was flesh everywhere. He closed his eyes but could still see flesh everywhere under his eyelids.

 

Ahmed’s walkie talkie buzzed as his friends wanted to congratulate him on a successful mission. It was not every day that such a junior member of the team got to bring down one of their heavy weight targets so quickly. Their leader had initially hesitated to send an unexperienced young man into the field but Ahmed had quickly convinced him with his intelligence and strategical thinking. Besides, most of them were already known to the police and none of them would have got this close to their target without being noticed. The walkie talkie kept buzzing but Ahmed did not answer it. He did not move either but remained prostrated on the floor, his eyes seeking pieces of her.

 

When the police finally came, they found him in the same position. They had an inkling that he might be involved in this and he was anyway their only suspect for now as nobody else who did not bear identification was anywhere near the room. Ahmed allowed himself to be hauled up by the policemen. They seemed to be asking him questions but he could barely understand what they were saying. All he could focus on was how much flesh was all over them. He blinked, attempting to cancel out those vast stretches of skin from his mind’s eye but he could only see flesh. He blinked again trying to remember what Amanda’s face looked like when she turned towards him with a smile but all he could see was pieces of flesh.

 

One of the policemen answered the walkie talkie which had been buzzing again and realised that Ahmed was indeed a terrorist and that his friends were waiting around the corner to retrieve him from the location. The whole group was caught in no time and tried for acts of terrorism. During the whole trial, Ahmed remained mute while his friends yelled out death threats to the prosecutor and the judges, warning them with all hells fires if they sentenced them. When the judge came to the question of whether any of the condemned had anything to say and it was Ahmed’s turn, he looked at the judge blankly and upon the repeating of the question, he screamed “Flesh, there was so much flesh. It was everywhere, everywhere” before toppling over, unconscious, frothing at the mouth.

 

When he came to again, the guards hissed at him and told him that he was going to be fried in a few days, just like he had fried all those innocent people inside that room. Every day they made sure they came in and described to him how he was going to be friend while they brought him his meals. Ahmed did not answer anything but just prayed silently in his corner until they left and then ate some of what they had brought. On the final day, when it was time for the execution, they came for him jeeringly, expecting him to give in to fear finally but it was the same indifferent Ahmed that met their eyes. They pulled him across the corridor slightly more brutally than they pulled other prisoners who were going to be executed. He was not just a killer but an emblematic loathsome figure of a society that they did not understand and abhorred which practiced a radical and prehistoric version of a faith they could barely begin to fathom.

 

When they started securing his bonds, he closed his eyes, only opening them again after they had finished securing the bonds holding his head against the chair. A tremor passed through his frame and his eyes glazed over with tears as he saw Amanda on the glass pane in front of him. He had only known her for a week but a million images of their times together jolted through his body at the same time that the electricity surged within it. He wished he had known her earlier and perhaps then, he would have truly married her and taken her to his village in the mountains where they could have raised pigeons and babies and he could have taught in the local school. Perhaps after all, it was love that was the answer to all that hate in the world as she had told him once, her hand soft on his. He could smell the burning of his flesh while he experienced the searing pain in his loins. He closed his eyes again, his eyelids imprinted with the face of Amanda, no longer pieces of flesh but a fleshy landscape of love as she turned towards him, her smile restored.

 

Aphrodite – Stive Morgan

Redress of Human

Redress of Human

8 March 2017

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Pretender

Relieves the offals

Acting out

Recitals

The greatest comedy made

Unintended shade

 

They play grounds

Of staged inventions

Oscar to knave

Eyesight gave

On cowardly acting brave

For mind frame to pave

 

Changing Times

Caution to spaces

Between Core

And places

Where I teach my Self lessons

Redress of Human

 

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Virus – Björk

Vertebrae By Vertebrae – Björk

Triumph of a Heart – Björk

Error is Human

Error is Human

20 December 2016

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Stick measures

Prodded cattle’s spine

Wine and dine

Meat so fine

Red more than colour brandished

Choice that mouth relished

 

They feed us

Darkness in a spree

Jerking knee

Fear to flee

Heart knows more than what eye sees

Willful chance to seize

 

Consume me

My flesh wanton gift

Mend the rift

Spirit lift

Still the hunger in the heart

No souls to depart

 

Lost pleasures

None in mind to hate

Check me mate

Bid me spate

I will waters overcome

For my Kingdom come

 

They see us

When we split in three

Hollow sea

Trinity

Casting net to kill disease

An evil to cease

 

Reveal me

Of thunder in dust

Earthen crust

Steel in rust

See in me anew the man

Error is Human

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Rise like a Phoenix – Conchita Wurst