Showing posts with label story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label story. Show all posts

Sunday, July 30, 2017

The Reaper in the Trunk!

"The Reaper in the trunk!"

The night is really dark and bitter cold,
The candy sour and the movie old,
The car is a beauty from the eighties,
I am Richard on a date with Mercedes.
Can't believe I'm watching this drag
Right after landing with this jet lag,
She fell asleep, there is no one around,
No other viewers, now rain is coming down;
No car roof, I should've brought a raincoat.
Damn this weather, the tickets I bought!
Thought this would be for us a fun time!
My girl, candy, the tickets only cost a dime.
I will go take a look in the trunk for a jacket,
Even though fog is here and the wind is a racket.
Jeez, the noise, is someone in the back?!
Christ!!--  I just saw the Reaper in the Trunk! 


                                    ~ By Asa Rodriguez.

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Saturday, July 29, 2017

The light of the story.


“I think the best stories always end up being about the people rather than the event, which is to say character-driven.”  ~ Stephen King, American author.


As you start to plan a story in your mind, a powerful desire to create rich plot and characters is born, something which can get your interest and burn passionately inside you, to thus motivate you to do your best all the way through the story, from start to finish but to enjoy the creative journey.  A very wise and professional way to do this and be successful at any form of storytelling, indeed emotionally connected, is to mentally personify key elements in that story, to pour and spread yourself in that story; therefore, the most important aspects of that story will be enriched if you write about things and experiences from your own life, and if each character, or at least the main character, has some features belonging to your persona, in order to make the story emotionally rich and real to the reader or audience.  Because there is no more emotion and reality you can talk about than the ones in your own persona and experience.

If you wish to create a character that is really different from you and that has no qualities which can be found in yourself, this is fine also if you have some experience watching people and understanding the psychology of others so you can make this new character pop up in your story; however, your main character (protagonist) will make or break your story, no matter how good the plot is and how much fantasy or action there is, so you will have to extend yourself into this particular character, embody this character in the flesh, know how he thinks and feels, his beliefs and his intentions (you must do this with all characters in your story, but most importantly with your main one).  This is the key to your story’s success, so do not ignore it.

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In the world of film-making, screenwriting mostly (the story’s true creator), it has been stated that invention is often memory in disguise.  And this means that true emotion and connection shall emerge from something you know by heart, perhaps some hint of a experience you had or some trait you have gained from your past.  See, the writer must perform in his mind, be God and be everywhere, rapidly shifting points of view that look at different characters at different moments.  The point here is to create something rich which can really move you and build a passion in you, and at the same time create something which can also move the audience and connect them to you through your work; but, obviously, if you are not successful in this process, it does not matter the wonderful scenarios depicted in your work, your art will suffer and people won’t connect to it.
I have written a screenplay, in early states of production now, called: “Michael Vega: Loose Damned.”  And for the purpose of demonstrating further, I would like to share some lines here.  I have written the main character, Michael Vega, based on me, or at least some traits:

FADES INTO BLACK, we hear rattling of chains and screaming.
EXT. ENTRANCE OF CREEK – MOMENTS LATER
The same disheveled and burned-up man comes out crawling from the quiet waters, breathing heavily while in pain.  He staggers up, looks around confused and lost.
CAMERA FOLLOWS FROM MAN’S POV, right side straight into emptiness, then left side to overlooking empty road.  On post, he sees a sign:

ASHFORD COUNTY LAKE.  HEBER 20 MILES.

Michael (V,O- Voice Over)
           “Hi, my name is Michael Vega.  That much
          I do remember…  And I’m not ordinary nor
          pathetic…”

CAMERA SHOWS HIS FULL FACE AND TORSO NOW, he looks 35 years old, wears the cool black, face significantly scarred.  He limps to rock and sits, sees visions (flashes) of flames and hears chains rattling, cackles and slaves being whipped.  Flashes stop and he agonizes in silence.  Clutches head.


(Side note:  A little explanation.  Notice how Michael is depicted here; this is basically me, because I am also 35 years old now, love wearing black jackets, and Michael also has endured a tough and “hellish” life, just like me in my real life.)

Continues…

“Michael (V.O)                       
          “I did something not many do to get here.
          I’m looking for someone.  But this is all
          I will tell you for now, you don’t need
          to know more.  Just remember, I’m not
          ordinary nor pathetic.”

CAMERA PULLS OUT AND FADES IN TO BLACK, all silent except for rattling chains and screams of pain.
EXT. PAVED ROAD – SAME DAY
CAMERA FOLLOWS MICHAEL’S POV, only his heavy breathing and pained grunting are heard.  Straight view of the overlapping empty road, we see nothing but pavement, clear skies and side empty fields for a while.
CAMERA’S ANGLE CHANGES DRASTICALLY, now we see the road and his ominous shadow limping for drama scene, exhausted, about to…
6.
CAMERA SHOWS HIS SIDE BODY COLLAPSING, then zooms to face on the ground.  Centers on eyes squinting and bleeding blood.
CAMERA PULLS OUT AND FADES IN TO BLACK, all silent except for rattling chains and screams of pain…


“Magic Book.”
Characters, plot, subplot, tension;
All human experience, emotional connection.
What does magic have to do with storytelling…??
Well, it is all about creating worlds, human compelling.
And why does it have to be richly character-driven…??
Because rich characters create that world, that is a given.
Great movies show and then tell, never the other way around.
Excellent novels free the mind to dream and become spellbound.
I find stories and things coming alive wherever I look,
As soon as I wake up I get lost in my magic book.
~ By Asa Rodriguez



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Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Love, magic, and the immortal warrior.

                                           
                                               “Love, magic, and the immortal warrior”

                               I WAS JUST MORTAL... 

My kingdom lost and buried,
My heart and mind poison carried;
So I dared follow the lonely path,
The violent and destructive inner wrath.
In times where magic had taken all possession,
Family, friends, wise teachers and all connection,
In my life there was not any hint of hope or light,
Or even a romantic and noble poem I could recite.

In my madness I was blind for needed I to make him fall,
My feet hurt, my mind exhausted, but he would pay for all;
And then it happened for a vision of perfection my eyes beheld,
She upon a tree smiled and my heart was instantly compelled.
My wrath quelled for a time because there was magic in the moment;
Her voice, her beauty, her aura, she connected with my torment.

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I was a wretch swallowed and haunted by violent visions of the past,
She saw it in my eyes, in my broken spirit, and she didn’t need to ask.
The connection between us grew, we engaged in conversation for hours,
She became my partner and she, to my surprise, held great powers;
I needed her love and her aid in such quest so we were one and the same,
We shared personal experiences, made meaningful love, expanded the flame.
Then I learned deeply her ways of hating the same evil-spirited foe,
Her family and village utterly ravished under his dark magic and twisted law.

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Once we planned and analyzed with precision our steps to follow,
We ready were to attack, we penetrated the fortress and his hollow;
However, powerful light and dark forces, great magic met,
His dark soul was ready to conquer us and we fought a real threat.
Yes, we almost died, I was beaten badly and she severely wounded;
But light and love finally won, hell took him, and it concluded.

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I took her swiftly into the woods and treated her wounds with deep love,
Aloe and guava leaves, she was cured, angels sang to my ears from above;
Then we ate and got merry because we remained together,
For ever and ever, warriors in love, Sir Alketas and His Lady Saether.

I WAS IMMORTAL NOW.


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Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Moving things...

 

Territory of England, year 1349.  In some godforsaken open field, mud-filthy, where darkness is everywhere.  An unknown hero lies bruised and beaten almost to a mere pulp…



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But I did it!  Did I…??…  Yes, I am most certainly sure of it.  In the middle of it, or the end of it.  I dunno, it’s all a blur… or most of it is.  But I was there, and my hands, they were on fire.  I thought that my whole bloody arm was about to burst into the same essence of hellfire itself.  My other arm was rather fine, until it happened.  But my head, it was spinning, rushing like a million demons, and it was burning.  Although not burning like my hands, but it was–it was cold, too cold…??

I cannot even feel it now.  Bathed in blood and guts, can’t feel pain and I don’t know if I am dead or alive, covered in clouds of darkness.  But what really happened…??  Is it within me..??  Some kind of transmutation, as someone surely calls it…??  Energy, isn’t it?  …Well, isn’t it?!…  Magic..??  Boldly the demon vitality rules the outside lands of Wessex, it causes terror on many, but it is good to many more.  At the service of my most noble Lord King, I know this…  The mud is cold now, like my head was…  But I cannot rid myself of these torturous images, it is like some insanity taking over.  See, I moved things.  Men were flying across the polluted air…


Hours earlier, amidst the blood showers and wretched screams of death, the unknown hero wields his sword with beastly mastery…




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Chink!–  I guess I am fighting my enemies with no thought; because thinking is great to be used before war, to plan for it, or to plan a specific move during war.  But, the master taught me, absolute focus and power on the actual battle is reached through a state of no thought; because thought confuses you, it makes you doubt yourself, it compares your strength with the opponent’s, it makes you fearful and weak…  Chink!–  The blades collide in mid air, guts spew like volcanoes in eruption, blood and unknown liquids shower me.  The great obscenities of war surround me.

Absolute focus and power, the mind must be elevated, always in the moment, move with mastery through the moment but don’t strain yourself over it; flow with it, be one with it, and no past or future should rule the mind of the warrior but the moment…  Chink!–  “Living in the moment shall set you free,” master Kundu said.  And I am moving now, but how I move is not relevant; however, moving is, life is movement, “You are life, my son,” he said.

But what--what is it?!  It is calling to me!  But not voices, something bigger, more expressive, more direct in my being.  Shit!–  I can’t stop it.  Chink!–   It flows through me!  It rattles my head!  This godforsaken land, the mud, the clouds of dust, the unrelenting monsters of war.  They keep coming at me.  And I can’t stop.  AAAGGHH!!–  The pain!  I am on my knees, imploring and fighting my enemies at the same time, blood coating me still, my skin torn and bleeding.  The air is cold and screaming in my ears, entering my head, making it all mush!  GGOODD!!!–  What is happening?!  Is my mind, is not…  My hands.  Jesus!–  How am I doing that?!  Am I…  Could it be a dream…??  My enemies are being tossed aside and backwards, here and there without my involvement.

Bloody hell?!–  What is this?!  Some kind of magic??  And–And my head, it–it  bursts!  Woah!–  Am I–Am I moving away from the ground??  It does not seem real.  But it feels real.  But emerging not from out there, emerging from within me…  I can see something coming at me now, like a thousand banshees speeding through the severely polluted air.  It is a form, a shape, a solid object!  What the hell?!–  I cannot move!  Or float out of its way!  And in the midst of all these misery from battle and the loud noises of the swords and hatchets connecting with steel and also bare flesh.  Death below me. 
The massive stone flings at me!  And–And I BLACK OUT…
All is mind. Human evolution dictates how the mind behaves through time; your desire does not, and that is why your mind cannot move things by itself… yet. It takes a HIGHLY ELEVATED mind to do amazing things which are now the stuff from the movies you see. But all is real, nothing is fiction for the forces behind evolution…

Tuesday, July 4, 2017

Interview with the Alchemist.




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…Did you ever love me…??  Do you love me now…??  Of  course you do; you were always there for me, I just did not realize it at the time… too self-involved… too busy obeying the demands of the lower beast dwelling in me.  But I wonder if you knew.  Or if I knew.  But I’m sure I did; I mean I was there, experiencing, living my own sudden reactions of hate and love.  Alchemy was hidden, wasn’t it…??  And love sounded prissy, maybe weak, even overrated perhaps…  It just wasn’t enough for me, and it was not the main discussion among my “friends” either; no, it was all about the latest tech app and Hollywood movie out there, the pitiful game of immature relationships and the greed for money.  No, it was in me, this higher alchemy, this higher love and understanding of myself, of others, and of life, but I chose to ignore it and put a concrete wall between us, shielding me from… from me really… from the Higher me…

Ha–  It’s funny, really odd as well, like I was here before, like I had the same train of thought before; so, get this, as I sit here thinking about this a kind of déjà vu seems to overwhelm each cell of my being, veiled and still unclear past memories keep sort of flooding me, making me feel… I don’t know… intense, full of understanding, powerful in a way, almost like I can fly…  But I never flown before, I was confined to the lower perception of myself, and quite disrespectful of myself, distant from the true self-acceptance and confidence radiating through me now.  Yes, I was blind back then, I wouldn’t see people and accept people, see myself and accept myself; I would only see and experience the illusion of the everyday nuisance, these false identities and values in the popularity and wealth from TV celebrities, the lies of politics, the robotic activities of a zombie society, and my own interpretation of love and that misguided interpretation the world has of it.

It was knowledge of the Higher Intelligence flowing through me.  The Great Eternal Mind!  They call it that in our fields of Mental Science, in the Alchemical Labs of the mind of the Higher-Thinking Man…  Yes, absolutely, gnosis did it.  The knowledge increased the understanding within me and pushed wisdom where I could experience it, where my monkey thoughts would be silenced and put aside so I could open my eyes to what I couldn’t see before.

…But, wait, why didn’t you leave me…??  Why did you stick around…??  You could have left, because I neglected you for more than three decades and I even buried you under dark thoughts of lust and anger and under behaviors of ignorance and disdain for myself and others.  …Love again, wasn’t it?  But–But is more than just love what we share, it is the true Essence of Creation itself, it is the original formula of self-transformation, like a constant experience of bliss, and not just the emotional roller coaster of pleasure of human love…  And my family, my friends, people I know, are not there yet; they see me a little askew, cannot process this whole transformation, this deeper understanding of the invisible which has awakened within me, and the fact is they may never get there, they may never experience this bliss, this higher awareness which makes all depression and irrelevance in the world melt away…  It is the tough truth of the universe, you taught me that.  “The lips of wisdom are closed, except to the ears of understanding”–as it goes.

But my love for them has grown even stronger now, because I understand all they think and experience, all their reactions and beliefs, at a deeper level.  It is like that time I got stuck for a while on the top of the fair ride, where the roller coaster cart held me really high and I could see the whole fair park from this elevation–the people walking around eating greedily their cotton candies looked so tiny in the crowd, following the path taken by others and absorbed in the pleasures of the day, looking up at me and wondering why I was there and why I wasn’t with them.  Clouds above, blue sky around me, cool breeze of altitude caressing me and my new thoughts.  I was closer to heaven back then, but did not know it.  But now I do.

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Sunday, July 2, 2017

Hell On Earth!

…The  morphing shapes  were  many as  they  trailed behind  the  ominous shadows  of  the  tunnel,  they squiggled  and  portended what  could  be held  for  them; and  they  maintained a  steady  pace, together  in  a line,  believing  in themselves  and  keeping to  their  wits.  And  as  they  kept  moving  forth, background  screams,  machine guns  and  explosions blasted  the  stagnant air  of  the underground;  but,  however, they  did  not waver  or  halt pace.
And they  encountered  voices and  echoes,  most of  them  making  no  sense  to them.  And  they  heard  cackles  and shuffles,  both  nigh and  distant.  And there  was  not  any  normalcy,  logic  or  sanity  in what  reached  their ears.  But  they knew.   They  knew something  was  coming and  they  had to  be  prepared for  the  worst!
The dilapidated  and  rusty handrail  attached  to the  tunnel’s  wall,  then  shook  abruptly and  wouldn’t  stop!  Something  was  definitely afoot.  The  air  rippled  around  them!  Pockets  bloated  the  space  among  them!  Blop–  Blop–  Blop– The  liquid  sludge  next  to them  carried  splashes  and  currents  like  someone  heavy  quickly approached!
And  so  it  happened  that  they  witnessed  a  fairly  distant  light,  and  this  light  was  bright  and  powerful,  and  it  emanated  a  subtle  yet magnetic  pull  that  rippled  the  air and  caused  the  tunnel  to  seem  smaller  and  daunting.  And  they  understood what  this  light  was,  even  though it  was  the  sole  meaning  that  ripped  the  very  core  of  their  fear.
It  was  obvious  this  was  their  main  way  out—as  in  the demon’s  route  out of  Hell!—and  that  is  why  they  were  here  searching  for  them.  They  had  to  seal  this  portal.  They  had  to  succeed.  Otherwise,  chances  were  grim.  Very  grim.  Final,  in  fact.  And  the  risk  was  high,  for  this  wasn’t  a  normal  scenario  by  any  means.  This  was  the  big  leagues.  And  the  time  to  act  was  now.  See,  for  centuries  this  threat  to  humans  had  been  averted,  not  given  any  thought  whatsoever;  oceans  were  calm,  earth  was  stable,  God  watched  over  us,  Satan  tempted  us,  man  reigned  his  own  territory  and  progressed  as  per  own  choice  and  own  will.  But  now  things  were  chaotic,  and  called  for  a  more  substantial/abrupt  approach.  The  Gates  of  Hell  had  been  opened,  and  they  had  to  be  shut.  They  had  to  be  locked.
So  as  this  went  on  with  might,  they  stopped  pace!—  Suspense  climbed  and  razor-sharp  fear  started  to  creep  up  their  spines.  The  core  of  the  mentioned  light  exploded  in  front  of  them!
“Umm.  Gu—Guys,  what  is  going on?”  Kristin  drawled  in  between  grinding  teeth.  “Who—??  Or what—??”
Raphael  and  Praopethuss  kept  vigil,  eyes  following  every  potential  subtleness  in  the  stagnant  air.
“Shhh,”  shushed  Jimmy.  “Gimme  your  hand.  They’re  coming.”
“Who’s  coming?”  She  was  gripping  his  hand  as  hard  as  she  could.
STOMP!  STOMP! STOMP!
“Jimmy,  make it  visual  for us,”  Raphael  said.
Jimmy  struggled  to  loosen  the  grip  she  had  on  his  hand,  then  proceeded  forward.  “Okay.  I’ll  see  what  I  can do.”
STOMP!  Jimmy  stepped  in  front  of  the  group,  sensed  his  surroundings,  knelt,  and  began  physical  contact  with  the  eerie  tunnel.  STOMP!  His  mental  connection  quickly  surged  through  his  arm,  out  his  hand  and  into  the  ground—it  covered  a  large  patch  and  made  it  tremble  slightly,  then  it  interlaced  and  mixed  with  the  air,  it  cleared  simple  view  and  checked  for  any  constructs  in  it.  Ripples  exploded  in  small  gusts  of  air.  But  they  saw  nothing  alarming,  not  any  hidden  demons  or  constructs.  STOMP! STOMP!—  But  something  kept  coming,  nonetheless.
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“Sorry.  Nothing,”  he  added.
STOMP!  STOMP!  STOMP!  STOMP!—
“Keep  your  guard!”  Praopethuss  shouted.
And  the  air  vibrated  slightly  and  the ripples  kept  surrounding them.  Thus,  it  grew  and  grew.  And  seconds  gripped the  nerves…
. . .
STOMP!  STOMP!  STOMP  STOMP!—  It  kept  coming  and  echoing  louder  and  louder,  stronger  and  stronger  until  they  saw  the  humongous  shapes  and  silhouettes  that  sent  chills  to  their  spines  and  electricity  to  the  back  of  their  necks.  They  were  humanoid-looking  beasts  of  fairly  large  size  each!  They  came  at  them  like  a  pack  of  wolves  at  the  very  sight  of  their  blocking  stance!  They  wouldn’t  budge—and  so  it  felt  like  the  clash  of  titans  right  in  the  putrid  tunnels  had  started!
They  carried  their  sharp  claws  and  agility,  superhuman  strength  and  concentrated  evil.  Taking  advantage  of  it,  two  of  them  quickly  had  leapt  and  were  now  ferociously  attached  to  the wall  like  slimy  slugs;  and  their growling-and-harsh  sounds  were  piercing and  intimidating,  but,  as  it  were,  they  would  not  cause  an emotional  determent  in Raphael  and  his  Sentients.
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They  drooled  and  emanated  a  foul  stench  that  increased  sickness  and  terror,  their  physical  moves  were  calculated  and  unexpected,  and  they  came  up  the  liquid  sludge  as  well  as  directly  in  the  path  they  were  currently  on.  These  demons  and  Hell  creatures,  Raphael  and  the  rest  knew,  had  come  out  of  the  bright  light,  the  portal  connected  to  Earth  directly  in  the  sewers.
And  one  of  them  came  rushing  atop  Jimmy!  Sluussshhh-Sttaaack!!—  Its  slime  was  overpowering  and  disgusting,  and  Jimmy  felt  bathed  by  it,  almost  swallowed  by  it.  “Get him off me!  Get him off me!”  He  tried  setting  himself  free,  writhing  and  punching  at  the  beast,  but  its  tentacles  were  too  strong,  fairly  sticky  and  full  of  mucosa.
Kristin  and  Raphael  fought  ferociously  to  disentangle  Jimmy  and  free  him  from  the  hideous-looking  creature,  but  to  avail  of  nothing.
“Guys,  look!”  Praopethuss  pointed  out  in  back  of  him.  “Over  there!—”
Through  the  darkness  of  the  smelly  tunnel,  in  between  the  splashing  of  beasts  and  the  measurement  of  the  chaos,  someone  came  running  and  jumping  from  the  tubing  attached  to  the  sewer’s  domed  ceiling—a  familiar  shape,  a  light  of  hope  at  that  exact  moment.   And  so  Johnny  came  dashing  and  leaping,  averting  demons,  and  monkey-bar-dangling  with  perfect  precision.  He  was  so  precise  and  fast  with  his  punches  and  dagger  thrusts  that  he  annihilated  the  mentioned  Hell  perpetrators  on  the  spot.
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Johnny  landed  right  next  to  Jimmy  and  the  slimy  creature,  then  pierced  the  blade  firmly  into  it.  “That’s  my  brother,  you  Hell  Spawn!”  A  powerful  light  filled  the  creature  and  it  began  to  crack  like  porcelain!  Then  there  was  a  sudden  burst  of  juices  and  gelatin-like  flesh  and  innards  that  ejected  all  over them!
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Jimmy  could  now  barely  see  through  the  light  but  heavy  skin  of  gelatin-like  substance.  “Damn.  Johnny,  that  was,  um,  that  was  quite  an  epic  entrance.”  His  hands  wiped  off  the crap  from  his  eyes.  “…And  thanks.”
“You’re  welcome, bro,”  he  said  behind  a  grin.  “Now,  let’s  give  them  the  kinda  hell  they  came  here  for.”
“Good  to  have  you  back,”  Raphael  stated.
The  monsters  were  now  attacking  from  everywhere  and  anywhere,  and  the  team  was  firmly  standing  their  ground;  loud  shrieking  and  overwhelming  screaming  were  now  tearing  up  the  air  around  them,  sending  pure  adrenaline  into  their  bloodstream.  And  so  these monsters  were  leaping  violently  atop  them.  They  averted  their  jumps  and  thrusts.  Johnny  managed  to  pierce  many  of  them  using  his  trusty  and  powerful  dagger—which  would  cause  its  victims  to  bleed  to  death  instantly!
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And  there  were  blinding  explosions  and  light  that  shielded  the  beasts’  attacks,  for  Raphael  and  the  rest  used  great  power  and  strength  from  their  inner  auras;  and  Johnny  would  block  their  hell-raising  wrath  with  the  mighty  dagger,  which  continuously  would  pulse  and  emit  powerful  and sizzling  light…

Wednesday, June 28, 2017

The quiet interview.

At a police station interrogation room located somewhere in the U.S., typical police misuse of power happened…

“Ok, listen, White Face, you’re a direct suspect identified by many people on the street, so better start talking!”
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“Not talking, eh…  Is hot under these lights, isn’t it?  It seems your girly make-up is melting away… like your funny expressions.”
… (But his girly make-up was not melting away, as the fat cops were certainly sweating like true pigs.)  He suddenly shrugs his shoulders and puckers his lips in some attempt to convey something no one understood what the hell it was.
The first cop says, “Well, what da hell is that?–”  The second cop frowns, rubs his own belly, and leans back in his chair; then he breaks the chair and lands flat on the ground, then he realizes he’s been smoking his cigarette backwards and burns his lips.  “Ouch!  Dammit–”  The heat soon swelters his mouth.  Mother******!!!”
…  He offers his made up glass of water to the second cop that was sending smoke signals from the inside of his mouth and that contorted his body like an effeminate  ballerina.
The first cop says, “Well, well, well, well…”  Then he snatches the invisible glass from his hand and hurls it to the floor in a fit of rage!  Pieces of glass shower the scene, and he continues more calm,  “…Well…  Well…  Well.  You’re not only accused of attempted murder on the street, with your little moves, but now you’ve assaulted my partner.  And under my acute eagle eyes which never miss a thing.  This will cost you, White Face!”
…  He adopts a confused facial expression and rolls his balloon eyes, then purses his lips and shakes his head in quick denial.  
The second cop sits his sore ass on a second chair and keeps smoking,  “It’s no use Captain.  He won’t talk.”
It's no use, Captain. He won't talk.

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Out and without limits.

I…  I saw blackness…  Yes, pure and frightening, cold to the very marrow of my bones.  Pitch dark like night without moonlight, it was.  I…  I thought I was done, or… I did not think I existed or I had ever existed.  Who was I…??  Or what was I…??  Are you taking notes right now?  I see your bright eyes upon mine and I think you are following this, but your expensive pen is not moving.

The…  The obnoxious, chattering voices were gone now; they had haunted me while I stared into that ceiling, white and smooth, in the corridor and then in the room.  I thought my casket.  Blood was everywhere, somehow I knew but I couldn’t feel it because I was cold and in a… in a state of… absence, you know…  Suddenly, I felt fresh and sharper, mentally, all I felt and experienced was my mind, but quiet, forgiving, in peaceful unity somehow because there were no dual voices, no noise and no distraction.  Just the experience of being there.  And a bright light, not blinding but spewing energy and a brightness which gave me confidence, strength, courage.  It was not above me this light, but I…  I think it was all over, wherever I was, or perhaps I was the light because I found no division between this light and my persona or my mind.  But, yes, definitely, I knew I existed now.  Yes.  Hey,  pay attention–  People should know this; some will mock it, some will believe it and connect to my experience, some will just accept it for what it is…  Whatever it is.

The article will be in the cover, yes?  I need to spread my message.  Or whatever happened.  It is unbelievable, isn’t it?  Is hard to believe it myself, but I was there, I… was everywhere.  I think.  Maybe.  Definitely!  …So the light, man, wow–  I cannot explain really.  I had walked under the very Summer sun before, but this… this was me, and I was the sun.  But I was more, much more.  There was no tunnel though, there were stars and forms and other lights at a distance.  And soon there were many colors, textures, sweet harmony–music or sounds really low but kind of vibrating…  Yes!  Vibrating within me, or around me, or all over really.  Was it all a dynamic but peaceful dance…??  I am not sure, but I was fresh and moving.  I do not know for sure if I traveled or not, if I displaced an inch or not, but I did see everything happening.  The doctors.  The nurses.  The techs.  The constantly loud machines.  And… the blood.  So much of it.  And I saw and I experienced myself.  How was that possible…??  I don’t know, but my vision, my hearing, and everything else was maximized tremendously.

And I was now feeling my arms, my legs, my head, my heart beating steady, but my thoughts weren’t there, it was a blank.  Was I really empty…??…  Mind is everything, I read in one of your articles.  And, yet, mine wasn’t chatting anymore, it was not there.  Perhaps, I was experiencing my mind in quiet mode, a more elevated mind I did not know existed before.  Universal Mind…??  Infinite Intelligence…??  But I kept looking at me and the others in a sort of trance.  I was there but I was not there, like I was experiencing a world beyond what I had before experienced.  Don’t forget to add that to your notes, it is very important.  We’ve just started this… 


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Your consciousness is not limited to your brain and body, but it is outside them as well.  Through the hidden and mysterious mind, the subconscious mind, you tune into Infinite Intelligence.  In certain human situations, people call this out-of-body experiences and also astral projection, but in reality you do not go anywhere; you stay put because your consciousness is everywhere already, but your mind and body are limited and affected by what you know of your limited world, stored memories in your subconscious, so you feel like you have moved to places.  You are everything already.

Monday, June 26, 2017

Bubbles...



Blop–  Blop–  Globules of dreams.  Spherical forms of happiness and misery.  Color changing bubbles reflecting her soul and mine, what was gained, what was lost.  At times red.  At times blue.  At times bright recollections, thousands of them, of a past alive and fresh.  At times obscure reminders, millions of them, of a past so miserable and frustrating which I could not bear for the life of me.

Blop– Blop–  The new house on the valley of roses and thorns.  That fateful night of pure romance.  My soul-twin.  And the warm touch of her hand.  The faucet dripping.  The cat which I never loved.  Those Teddy bears which mocked me when I passed our room.  I had made my demands and she had made hers, but it all had been a whirlwind and no one had known what had happened.  I did swim deeply in the love she had offered,  even though I had hated her amusements and characters.  And so she had hated mine.

Blop– Blop–  We had been lovers and enemies.  I see that through the bubbles now.  I surrender to many things now, my immaturity and blindness, my ego and arrogant ways…  But I recognize now through the color-changing bubbles that my surrendering comes too late.  Too late.  The car had deviated from its path and the bridge had marked the next event, and so it had been too late for us…  The bubbles…  The bubbles were awaiting patiently.  And maybe.  Maybe it was written in the stars.  Maybe it was written in our souls.  Only God knows that.

Blop– Blop–  The depth is incredible, there are fish here and it is beautiful, spirits of love and tenderness among my recollections of happiness and sadness; I keep seeing through its mirror, I keep seeing her and she smiles.  And our flesh and thought is old now, dying, dead, because of the bubbles, and because of the car…  The car which forged our destiny, the end of our happiness and misery, the end of our love and hate.