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Land of Pink Pilasters Turquoise Turrets and Pegasus Unicorns

On By dancingpalmtreesIn Good Morning Starshine ~~  Oliver, Land of Pink Pilasters Turquoise Turrets and Pegasus Unicorns, Mr. Peabody, Uncategorized, Zazu in the Land of Pink Pilasters, Turquoise Turrets and Pegasus Unicorns

 

 

 

 

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Land of The Pink Pilasters Turquoise Turrets and Pegasus Unicorns

 

Mr. Peabody’s smarmy smile ended with a curl of the lips and an invitation to move onto The Land of Pink Pilasters Turquoise Turrets and Pegasus Unicorns and Tricked out Hearses.  

 

I felt a queasy uneasiness in my head and stomach but since I had signed up for this orientation tour I had no choice but to follow for if I turned around now not only would I be lost in this Chamber of Fun House Mirrors but I’d lose my opportunity to be certified as a Professional Soul Searcher.  Lord knows I need both Certification in order to quality as a Licensed Soul Searcher/Soul Seeker.

 

Once well trained in Soul Searching and Seeking the professional Soul Searcher is like the husbandman in the vineyard cultivating only the finest grapes to maintain the Lineage of Excellent Well crafted vintage.  There are souls and then There are Souls!!

 

Hanesberry-SeaTek Soul Manufacturing Corporation. Celestial to Terrestrial.  The Best of the Best!  HSSMC is the Artisanal of Soul Factories!

Dear God Please help me to keep up with Mr. Peabody as I’m running on vapors!

 

 

 

 

 

As I said before but Let me reiterate for clarification……..

 

 

Certain Soul requests deriving from magical mystical oral tales passed from generation to generation for them we require the services of the Pegasus Unicorn.  The majestic beasts although riderless are equipped with invisible saddle packet pockets on either side in which to place the mystic dinosaur eggs plucked directly from the Akashic Library.  The Akashic Library Records cover all cultures, countries, nations,  rites/rituals, traditions, tribes and spiritual belief systems.

 

Wayward Souls

Please refrain from uploading Wayward Souls to the place of animation.  DNA Activation cannot take place inside Hologram Chambers!

 

 

 

 

Certain specific specialized requests are more costly as they often entail an ending filled with tricked out hearses driven by teams of decked out Pegasus Unicorns.  We sometimes refer to them as Phantom Undertakers.

Soul transportation and transfiguration does not come cheap on any level or in any stage.  Hollywood, TV and movies stars plus sports figures take on mythical proportions that even death cannot seem to dispel.  In fact the longer they lay a moldering in the grave the more fanciful and larger gains of illusion and delusion.

 

There is Rhema life and Logos Life.  Rhema is the Celestial Realm of Wisdom.  Logos is the Earthly Realm of Knowledge.  The two must come together in unison in order for there to be a successful Soul Transference.  Rhema takes precedence as it quickens not only the mortal body but also the immortal soul and spirit.  Earthly can be as complex knowledge which humans absorb through education, schools, faith, cultural, traditions, all that which is passed down through society, family and belief or as basic as instinct or adaptations which rule the animal kingdom.  Not so far apart really.

Here Zazu you will learn the distinction.  As if to reinforce this point and drive it home into my already overloaded mind Mr. Peabody again stopped short and fixed his melodic deep set eyes on mine.  His orbs pressing his teachings deep within my cortex.  After what seemed like ages he once again began his rapid pace with me struggling to keep up.

 

There are no Ancestor cards for fairy tales, folk tales, mythic legends, beasts or Tales from the Corporate Imaginarium.  One’s soul is in a constant state of becoming.  Therefore we find ourselves creating an IntraBeing process to bring real life and fantasy life together as one being.  Selected Souls are Translated from the Imaginarium Celestial Kingdom into the human Earthly Kingdom.

The Imaginarium can be Whimsical or Nautical.  It is a tidal-wave of options, choices and limitless discoveries.

 

After what seemed like walking for miles we arrived at building which looked like it had been fairy bombed by pink glitter pom poms in a war between the Power Puff girls, Josie and the Pussy Cats along with My Little Pony ridden by angry destructive Goth Mermaids.  Yet still Very Queen Anne. Turrets. Check. Columns. Check.  Finials.  Check.  Gargoyles. Check.   Gargoyles?!

On the surface it appeared to be a Way-station for Wandering Wayward Souls.  The Damned.  Some doomed to wander the Land of Shadows for eternity awaiting an incarnation that would never take place.  For their souls were weighed and found wanting.

 

Ever had an experience that went awry?  As you kept at it thinking in your heart things would get better but realistically not.

As we approached the inner sanctum I could hear the glare of music.  Music not befitting a chapel, mausoleum or even as elevator music.  Chirpy Way too Chirpy…  We are about to get Hippy-Dippy!

 

Good Morning Starshine ~~  Oliver

 

 Redemption Among the Relics

Deep Within the Underbelly of the Palace of Pink Pilasters was a medieval castle that could have been easily built or destroyed by ancient invaders from another dynasty. A grand foyer flanked by two long hallways of Byzantine art leading into Medieval Sculpture Hall filled with statues of Madonnas, Saints, Catholic Mystics, Relics, and tombs from Egypt, Europe, Greece, Cyprus and South America. Each international tomb had a goddess from the respective ancient culture at the head and foot of the sarcophagus.

Venturing further into the castles subterranean chambers were overturned ossuaries, bones bleached white scattered throughout the tombs.

 

 

 

 

No Accolades here………… But There is a Transitional Period

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Piercing The Celluloid Cloud to See God

On By dancingpalmtreesIn Abstract Literary Expressionism, Akashic Records, Kaleidoscope, Piercing The Celluloid to See God, Scarlet Red Beryl, Stained Glass, Suave Sophisticated Patent Leather Lover, The Fates, The Three Graces, Uncategorized, Zazu1 Comment

 

 

Splinter Stories from the Hardware Store

 

Piercing The Celluloid Cloud to See God

 

“Hanesberry-SeaTek Soul Manufacturing Corporation. Celestial to Terrestrial.   Haberdashery from the spirit world!”

Ms. Zazu, Welcome aboard!  Enjoy the Orientation experience!

On the surface Peabody appeared to be a simple plain milquetoast rather nondescript man but when he opened his mouth the gift of gab was on display. Peabody was also Blessed to have deep soulful purple sapphire eyes.  Reflective orbs that looked inward as well as outward causing those on the tour to melt like satin soft velvet.  Eyes that could lift your immortal soul from its corporeal casements.

A uniquely and slightly disturbing feature in a soul system seller.  A step up I suppose from the fat pomaded bejeweled thugs who had infiltrated this business making it more sinful than saintly.  Pompous puffed up killer penguins.  Wise guys of the underworld operating from the abyss.

 

“Follow me down this hallway as we move forward, outward, onward and upward!”

Entranced by this expressive enthralling yet off putting man Zazu dutifully followed him through the hallway into and through mystical doorways.

 

 

 

Yes Zazu, we have souls in all shapes, sizes and consistencies.  Bilious, Ethereal, Foggy, Ghostly, Glazed, Nebulous, Murky, Musty, Cloudy, Misty, transparent, translucent, Reflective, Shadowy, shady, Hazy, Ambiguous, dark, light. We can even project them through our magnificent stained glass infinity mirrors which provide a kaleidoscope of past and present.

 

Applicants possessing familial ancestor cards are in luck because they can keep the incarnations of soul splicing within the realm of genetic memory and DNA connectors.  Names are a good reference point but if the name of the ancestor is unknown or long forgotten an image or likeness is perfectly acceptable.

 

 

This is a Tin Type photo of an unknown unnamed Ancestor

Parents provide the body, location and genetic format. We provide the soul.  Each person gets their own unique soul even twins, triples and multiples.  However Multiples retain certain connective arterial junctions and junctures, trails and pathways that remain unbroken with each incarnation.

 

 

The Souls are kept in their respective receptacles until the requester is matched with a suitable or persistent donor.  Most soul donors go through many cycles due to being dissatisfied with either the body that selected them or the family castaway dynamics they were thrust into.

 

Depending on your selection based on DNA and genetics we can even provide slightly used recycled souls aka “Old Souls” reconstituted into fresh new bundles of Joy.  Or if you or a family members prefer we can take a soul or a myriad of souls from different cultures, natures, traditions and belief systems to incorporate them into a chubby weeping, wailing crying gurgling humanoid that any advanced primate would be proud to shelter and raise.

We can even tweak the time space continuum allowing souls to move backward in the earthly time line but never forward.  Our time travel option is somewhat limited. Sometimes souls are born out of time or into a time period where they don’t fit in but Heck we guaranteed souls not the sentient being into which they might find themselves.

Sometimes we get requests for souls of fictional creations both literary and cinematic.  This presents a challenge but we aim to please therefore we compile an adjusted tweaked reorganized compilation of characteristics as given from the fictional characters original creator.

 

Dino Eggs Sit down
Dino Chicken Eggs

 

Certain Soul requests derive from magical mystical oral tales passed from generation to generation for them we require the services of the Pegasus Unicorn.  The majestic beasts although riderless are equipped with invisible saddle packet pockets on either side in which to place the mystic dinosaur eggs plucked directly from the Akashic Library.  The Akashic Library Records cover all cultures, countries, nations,  rites/rituals, traditions, tribes and spiritual belief systems.

 

 

We get lots of requests for the souls or rather the soul characteristics of many famous Hollywood actors, actresses, singers, entertainers, sports figures, dancers, etc…  However we try to discourage these choices as souls coming from those professions have fame, money and good looks but rarely any real self-confidence or inner peace.

Those requests are more costly as they often entail an ending filled with tricked out hearses driven by teams of decked out Pegasus Unicorns.  Soul transportation and transfiguration does not come cheap on any level or in any stage.  Hollywood, TV and movies stars plus sports figures take on mythical proportions that even death cannot seem to dispel.  In fact the longer they lay a moldering in the grave the more fanciful and larger gains of illusion and delusion .

 

Often they are quite vain, ill-tempered and once they reach the desired fame factor they tend to develop a sense of entitlement.  Little realizing the public often has the last word.  They flare up bright and fast but burn out quickly much to the consternation of the customer occupying that particular flesh container.  The Live Fast and die Young crowd are mostly likely to wind up snuffed out like a candle in a strong wind.

 

Big problem with the Muses, the Fates and the Three Graces over when to and how much or how often to Bless them with intelligence, talent, beauty and grace plus when to cut the umbilical cord.

Mr. Peabody kept up a brisk pace causing me to break into a quick canter which came to an abrupt end when he unexpectedly stopped short.  Plain Mr. Peabody transformed becoming regal with perfect bright white shiny teeth that beamed a blinding smile, dark polished hair embodying a sleaze bag kind of look that took me by surprise. A Suave Sophisticated Patent Leather Elegant Lover who made the sweat roll down my back and between my butt cheeks.  Oh What Debonair can do. It elicits root feelings once thought left behind.

Turning slowly his melodic eyes held mine but for a brief time that threatened to edge into eternity whilst he explained that evil, wicked, demonic souls become wandering disembodied entities seeking spiritual empty flesh houses, obese lusty grey rats or cockroaches.

Svengali Serpentine spell interruption.  Inner force field between us broken.  Or was it just punctured? Who knows? I certainly don’t?

 

 

 

Yours Truly,

Red Beryl

 

Stella By Starlight