Brooding Her Eggs


Brooding Her Eggs

RDP Monday: ASTRAL

There was the traditional way. We could always Fall back on courtship and tradition.

But the Nesting Pods of the Season House were more efficient for the future preservation of the species. Eggs and sperm were combined within each suspended animation pod could be grouped together for warmth and transmutation of ideas, thoughts and concepts.

Genetics from the best of sea species mainly dolphins and porpoises are incorporated adding extra intelligence heretofore unavailable to humans.

Careful sequencing ensured success. Elocution was just one benefit. Mixed in with the Wisdom of the Trees.

The embryos as they developed all pointed Starfish Moonward. Such well developed podling seedlings.

The lambent flickering lullaby our embryos through peaceful Dimensions.”

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The Goddess Mellifluous

Whale hum. Celestial hum. Elegant elongated fingers Rhythmically massaged each podling seedlings papoose case. Cradling. Cradling. In Our Arms.

All inhabitants have memories. Generational Memory.

Ancient memories that carry on via flora and fauna. Birds, Trees, animals. Rocks, oceans, sea and stone. For energy never dies. The Forest and whale songs are one. Enter into the Glorious Myst. Buddlings All.

Trees spun Gold. Trees Trekking Bronze, Silver, Gold Threads of Grace.

Daily the Women would gather together, hold hands spreading knowledge, Wisdom and understanding to each suckling. A universal hum could be heard over each Collective from Midnight to Dawn imbuing the children with Light, Grace, peace and Blessings. Once ready the young could follow on Hatching Day.

The last Transformation much of it ill conceived man made necessitated an internal deep sea cleanse to Planet Peapod. Gestational Earth Sea Sky. Seeded by meteors from distant galaxies.

Life filters from the Celestial to the Terrestrial and back again. An endless cycle of Restoration.

Goddess, Moon, Sun and Star Sisters recreated Pangaea Peapod to rise from the Ocean Depths.

Gentle Mother Mellifluous

heavily pregnant with beings arose to face the storm full force. Raising her arms spreading her legs wide birthing seedlings as the winds lashed whilst the waves crashed. Each podling descending into warm sea Sanctuary.

Clack. Clack. Went the Bones!

Clack. Clack. Went the Bones of Destiny!

Adagio Syzygy


Adagio Syzygy

Snippets of Stories Lead to Treacherous Tales

Splinter Stories from the Hardware Store

Cassiopeia, Delphinus, and Monoceros squared off circling each other, leaning in ready for attack yet bouncing off each other’s zones in the manner of opposing magnetic forces.

They continued to circle each other in an unholy alliance glued to one another through a parasitic orbit. Until Jhamer Von Tick-Tock crushed their magnetic bond like a free wheeling asteroid. Von Tick-Tock took pride in accomplishing his first full fledged Quantum Leap excepting the fact that he had no idea where he had leapt to nor the identities of the strange beings lying deathly still before him.

Jhamer Von Tick-Tock had them laid out on the ground like a visiting evangelist under the Summer Revival Tent. One could never in his/her wildest imaginations that Von Tick-Tock who had the mousey appearance of Hickory Dickory Dock possessed such startling and stunning powers. In a burst of energy Von Tick-Tock ripped apart their interplanetary High Noon Showdown.

Wondering if he had propelled the prone populace before him Von Tick-Tock gave them each a nudge with the toe of his well shod foot which only elicited a few twitches and grimaces. They all appeared to be stuck in stasis a not too far distance from rigor mortis. Planted inside furrows in the dirt. Future victims of the Super Blood Moon.

Bad Moon Rising

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Mid-Nudge Kick among the deactivated beings Von Tick-Tock, Ever the Dandy could not help but admire his sartorial splendor reflected back to him in the crystalline silicates surfaces scattered across the florid field. Looking sporty if I must say so myself.

Some called him Princess Fedora, Queen of Shapeshifters. Along with Wearer of Snazzy Skypieces. Often magical Mystical changes of hair color occured on a Whim.

Shoes in order. Jacket in Order. But Von Tick-Tock became miffed at the state of his Bunn Hat that was seriously disordered by this dimension journey.

Crushed Bunn Hat


Transport across the Thin Place encapsulated at the House on Ruxton Road often was not thin enough Challenging ones ability to escape damage. But that was the place. Sometimes the only place to Leap as 924 Belmont Avenue was wonky and often unreliable.

Moans, groans and sounds of retching interrupted Von Tick-Tock’s reverie. Once supine the humanoids began to arise at which point the dizziness catching heads and stomachs spun in a centrifuge as they tried to sit upright. Blue-green iridescent sparkly vomit irrigated the surrounding meadows. After several moments of glitter spew one of the Anthromorphic shapes made eye contact opening its mouth emitting garbled garbage of what I took to be their mother tongue. As more of them became semi-lucid even more jabberwocky issued forth from their tongue tied lips.

Back Through the Cosmic Vortex

But Why Quibble over details?

The Uneasy Culprits

Cassiopeia, Delphinus & Monoceros