Last night no sleep. I’ve had chronic insomnia for years. Finally around four or five this morning I slept briefly dreaming of my long deceased parents.
Whenever I am under extreme stress and physically ill I dream about Mom and Dad.
Their presence gives me comfort while I endure long term stress and sickness. Listening to the Bible helps because even though this world is filled with suffering the next world will be Paradise. I will be reunited with my loved ones and no more money worries or physical pain.
As the Bible says my treasure is in Heaven. Paradise is my true love.
The Sassy Sexy Irreverent One has made her way back to the Writing Blogosphere after a very brief hiatus!!
Still suffering the slings and arrows of outrageous misfortune despite all ills, aches and pains the Queen has made her way back to her Throne!! In the guise of Blue Spider Woman and with extra assistance from the Nubian Ninja D-Nice is back in the House!! Three Cheers for her Ladyship!! Hip! Hip! Hooray!!
This is a story-form prose-poem that came to me last night. As with many fellow writers many strange languages come to one in the period between wakefulness and full on sleep. I have no idea whence this tale is going for it emerged from my inner being. Enjoy and feel free to comment.
In the days before the great flood underground tributaries flowed and rose upwards to hydrate the land. Where no underground tributaries existed rivers voluntarily overflowed their banks irrigating the adjacent crops.
Mother Pangaea graciously gave of her bounty feeding humans, animals, insects and sea creatures alike. None wasted. None were left wanting. None struggled. All bellies of sentient beings were filled.
A type of breadfruit grew plentifully from the overhanging trees. Villagers only had to reach out their bedroom windows or gather the golden ripe fruits which fell upon the ground at dawn to prepare healthy breakfast, mid-morning and lunches for the populace.
During this time of Pangaea all land masses were one joined together by straits, jetties and naturally born earth bridges. Gaia Earth Mother was a prodigious mosaic quilt of interwoven textile prints.
Persons who at this time were known as Ninth Dimension Changelings wore colorful garments of scintillating fabrics which gleamed in the Lunar Sun.
Their skins were of a royal purple hue. Ninth Dimension changelings’ distinctive characteristics were extremely long lavender eyelashes with feather extensions from the corner of each eye. The color of the eye plumes varied among their tribes, shade designating their family coat of arms. Some 9th dimension changelings had tiny diamond third eyes above and below their natural visual orbs. The eye feathers served dual purposes of adornment and transport. Diamond, ruby, pearl, amethyst, and other gemmed 3rd eyes assisted in communication with fellow tribal changelings as well as those from other alternate universes. These implanted jewels were internal and external translation devices enabling ninth universe beings to understand and be understood throughout the celestial Diaspora. Shamans and priestesses had golden hued skins with clusters of many color jewels over their right eye or to the side of the left eye. The High Priestess had the additional
Embellishments of semiprecious stones and crystals embedded into her chest region in addition to extra fine purple and blue feathers extended from her top and lower eyelids. All Her majestic emissaries had spiraling, thick curly multi-colored hair that extended in an outward spherical motion from the heads. Sacred inscriptions covered their backs, abdomens, arms and legs.
Being Ninth Dimension beings from a higher more realized realm all are Empaths & Telepaths. Meaning they can sense the feelings, emotions, & thoughts of others then decide whether to communicate via spoken or unspoken languages. Coming from a highly developed civilization they have the ability to heal others simply by sending healing and the ability to regenerate themselves of any illness or disability that may befall them.
They have the capability to travel through time and space either bodily or sending their doppelganger depending on the mission and circumstance.
They keep cats as pets. MultiColored Bright Neon Cats. The cats also have feathered tufts sprouting from their whiskers, ears, and eye lashes.
Suddenly the eccentric became a Banner of nonconformity and non-convention ready to spread Her gospel of healing across the pond if not the land. Now anointed Shamans in the ecclesiastical of the peculiar.
Ritual, rites, ceremony and sacrament bestowed absolution; gave order to Her chaotic life.
Three SiStar Ninth Dimension Changelings: Pangeia, Merlina, and Samsara.
Valley flowers arose from the dewy mysts producing the most delectable scents and fragrances. Three of the most scrumptious Valley Flowers were the SiStar Changelings Pangeia, Merlina, and Samsara. SiStar Pangeia sprang straight from the heart of Mother Pangaea, Merlina was conceived via magic, and Samsara was the gift of the eternities.
Often they danced the Labyrinth, seeding the fields playfully chanting,
“Three Girls. Bouncy curls. Girlhood wanes so quickly. Raven, Red and Golden Brown.”
Daughter Pangeia gently pushed forward her winged Pegasus Unicorn Mare who with a gentle whinny and shake of her magnificent mane slowly lifted upwards allowing Daughter Pangeia to survey local territories and city-states in preparation for the eight year Mandala pilgrimage. The pilgrimage allowed all the inhabitants of Pangaea to co-exist in peace for epochs. In the eighth year of harvest season townsfolk and villagers traveled great distances to gather at Mandala to dance the Labyrinth and to give Thanks to the Goddess for her limitless bounty.
One day whilst Daughter Pangeia was scanning the land for a suitable place to hold the Mandala celebratory ceremony a huge comet felled the skies striking one large river making it two. River good. River evil. River evil was an optic delusion designed to lure unsuspecting travelers with the appearance of clear crystal lakes suitable to drink from but turned out to be quicksand bogs causing many lost lives.
This greatly troubled Daughter Pangeia. She immediately flew to the mountain chambers where she and her SiStars resided for council.
After relating all that she had observed Daughter Pangeia sat together in the established Divine Cosmic Circle held hands during which Samsara communed with the spirit worlds receiving instruction.
“Once I was baptized by hieroglyphics and clear cave markings. Mother Pangaea tattoos now imprinted on feeble minds. Blood red raindrops on wet sand. Sulphur burn odor twitched many sensitive nostrils. Many incarnations are we! Many incarnations are we! We make our homes Divine Temples.”
The sky is crying
Heaven is weeping
for the loss of all that is good in this world
I looked in the mirror to rearrange my countenance
and saw the Grim Reaper staring back at me
Waiting to take my immortal soul.
I stepped into the mirror and took his hand
Vowing to find the peace not given to me in this