The screams of fear and joy echoed throughout the ravine where the Violet Cascade waterfall fell.  Solan awaited Alston and his boys as they slid down the spiral ice bridge with a smile on his face.

Alston and his boys reached the bottom of the waterfall with eyes wide open with fear only to scream with joy and laughter.  Solan begin to laugh with them as he helped them on their feet. Alston then then turned to Solan.  " We must have saved a day in a half sliding down the waterfall like that! Yes, my friend, we can follow the riverbank to the gold dusk road bridge.  We should be able to reach the bridge at a steady pace by midday."  Leaves begin to fall beginning to write the lyrics of an autumn song soon to have melodies and verses. By midday the gold dusk road was reached.  The bridge was alive with caravans, vendors, tents, fires, small battalions and the moving of folk throughout the land all trying to reach the castle city of Oinotna.  Solan then spotted a Council of wizards deep in discussion smoking silver grass. Solan spoke out to the group.  " I will go into discussion with my fellow coven members and seek out knowledge of what they have experienced as well as share what we have seen. Very well Solan, I'll find us a place to camp nearby and find us some food. Alston, if chicken is burning somewhere please fetch me a thigh. Very well!"

Solan approached the Conclave of wizards as the smoke of the silver grass swayed through the air like a magical haze only dreams could conjure. Solan knew of three wizards there in discussion.  Rizen, from the coven Sun-wind. They wore the color red throughout the lands. Wizards that specialize in fire and wind spells. Olian, from the coven Metals of the light. Wizards that specialize in invocations, blessing weapons with immense powers and abilities. They mostly cloaked themselves in the color gray.  And finally, Tersia, from the coven Wings of the moon, Sorceresses specializing in the magic of water and healing. Wearing a pale white moon colored cloak.  As Solan arrived a wizard in a gold cloak called out to him " Solan from the coven 3 Stars shine." Solans coven had only three members which the other two members being his brother and sister.  3 stars shine specialized in ice magic as well as combustion magic.  " Come and sit with us Solan, Join the discussion."  A clump of silver grass was given to Solan as he fetched his pipe from his pocket.  He huffed up a huge smoke cloud and added to the magical haze that swirled about and joined the discussion.

The young wizard and his new friends journey together finally reaching the purple river waterfall "Violet Cascade." Conversations ramble on through the morning sun.

" My boys and I have been calling you Mr. Wizard. So, what is thy true name? " The young wizard cracked half a smile and spoke out.
" Although I do enjoy Mr. Wizard! My name is Solan."  Both the boys smiled, and Liam spoke out. " So, Mr. Solan it is!" Solan smiled and laughed. " No just Solan will be fine."  

Solan then turned to Alston and asked of his journey.  " May I ask why you are travelling to the castle city?"  Alston smiled faded and explained their journey.  " Our town of Egnur was destroyed by an army of dark creatures.  My wife Miria and the boy's mother woke us in the night. She was part of the watch and a great fighter.  She took us out of town and instructed us to get to her sister in Oinotna.   As we fled our town, she went back to help the other soldiers get families out.  It was the last time we saw her. Kanan then spoke out about his mom. " Mom is the best fighter ever! She can kick anyone's ***! " Solan smiled and agreed. " I'm sure she could! " Alston then spoke. " I was a woodsman. I could build anything. I once built Miria's father a weapon shed, and she came to observe my work. It was at that moment we fell in love with each other. A warrior and a woodsman.  She was way out of my league. But the stars aligned that evening. I suppose we were meant to be." Alston smiled and looked to his feet as he followed them on the journey.
" May I ask why you journey to the castle city Solan?" Solan then explained.
" The monsters and the creatures. The attacks on towns like yours and mine. Something is not right with the balance of things.  Even magic and invocations are being affected in such a way we cannot explain.  New spells are being discovered at an alarming rate. While creatures never seen have somehow come to life with malice and hate. The lineage of the wizards will be gathering at Oinotna for a council of thoughts. Wizards from all over the lands are making the same journey I am.  Hopefully together we can find this imbalance." The sound of Violet cascade sang through the air.   Alston then spoke out. " The waterfall. We must now head west down the blue and green trail. Should take about a day to reach the bottom of the mountain.  Solan then smiled. " I have a better idea! Frostias Platformais Sliadia! Translation (Ice bridge slide). A huge ice slide fell to the bottom of the waterfall in a beautiful spiral formation.  Without hesitation Solan slid first with screams of joy echoing across the ravine as he slid to the bottom of the waterfall.  Alston and the boys followed with both screams of fear and joy!

" Your new blade needs a name." Said the young wizard to his new warrior awoken friend.  The blade gleamed with magical permanent glows and luminescent courage.  It also seemed lighter in weight when Alston held and wielded it.  

Liam and Kanan awoke from their slumber oblivious to the cursed night they slept through.  Alston stoked up fire and broke out the pans for cooking.  Eggs sizzled to both the boy's delight.  The sun broke through the clouds and the young wizard soaked it up in his staff. He walked back toward the campfire to the smell of eggs sizzling under the morning sun.  Alston retained his fatherly appearance, and the warrior was hidden and dormant inside the new unlocked chamber of his soul.  Birds sang their morning melodies and rabbits hopped to an unheard song of nature.

The four of them ate breakfast through the beautiful morning with the boys laughing at the funny faces the young wizard was making at them.  The young wizard also had egg yolk on the sides of his mouth.  Although formidable in the uses of the magical arts the young wizard table etiquettes were not so proper.   Alston then fetched some toy soldiers and horses for the boys to play with while he and the young wizard packed up for the journey ahead. After everything was packed Alston then lifted the sheathed sword and looked to the young wizard.  

" I will name this blade "Awoken." Together this blade and I awoke parts of us that had always been there, yet fear kept them from awakening. Awoken has vanquished that fear.  Now I must learn the way of the sword.  My brother-in-law is the commander of arms in Oinotna.  I will learn from him when we arrive.  Let us journey together my friend."

As blood poured out of the shadow mantis body and onto the ground the sun rose to vanquish this horrible night. Alston stood there absolute still gripping the enchanted sword tight.  

Alston had small tremors course through his hands in an intermittent pattern like response.  The tremors soon faded away and his hands no longer shook. Courage had infected his blood and killed away the doubt and fear he had.  The blade gleamed crimson, blue and white. This came as a surprise to the young wizard. Such evocations cast upon weapons only last a few uses.  This blade however seems to retain the power.  " Alston, may I see the blade? " The young wizard ask the new warrior if he could observe his blade while all together ease his mind that everything is okay.  Alston then looked at the enchanted blade he carried about with him on their travels.  It had always been just a sword. Normal and nothing special. Just a weapon to carry about on travels for the little inexperienced protection he could provide with it. Only now it was an instrument of power.  An emblem of one's courage gained. Not only did this sword **** the shadow mantis but also carved out a new warrior inside of one whom wasn't. The young wizard understood this in a moment realizing why the sword has not lost its enchantment. For Alstom and the sword have ascended together. The young wizard then remembered what he had told Alston before the shadow mantis arrived. " Trust in yourself and then trust in the blade." The young wizard may have inadvertently invoked the spirit of this man, this father, and also invoked the sword and somehow bonded them together spiritually. Many invocations used by the lineage of wizardry are mostly discovered by accident.  This happens to be another moment.  Only the young wizard did not understand how it happened. It was quite difficult to remember every detail which is important by all measure.  The position of his staff, his stance, the tone of one's voice, and the emotion given.  So much was happening at the time there was no time to remember it all.  Perhaps just an early morning breakfast and the start of a journey together could render some lost memories.

Alston gave the enchanted blade to the young wizard with a smile as he walked toward his sleeping boys to wake them and start breakfast.  The young wizard held the enchanted blade and turned to Alston. " Your new blade needs a name."

Into the veil of the night, the young wizard had to reconnaissance that of which hunted them.  

With careful steps, the young wizard moved through the night toward the cracking of twigs.  He then felt a stone near his left foot as it had parked down from a quiet march forward.  He then lifted the stone and tossed it in a westerly direction toward the denser side of the forest. The stone did its job well, creating noises of false escapes. The hunter then revealed itself, trying to chase the noise down.  The young wizard then returned to camp.

Alston waited back at camp with the empowered frost and flame sword, ready to fight and doubting himself all at once.  The young wizard returned with a slight concern on his face, which Alston had not yet seen in his new friend.  They whispered in the dead night.

" It's a shadow mantis, a very large one.  Something is strange about it.  It does not look natural, nor does it want to hunt for small prey. It must stand at least 6-7 feet high.  We have to go for the head.  I will distract it with my staff. There is an invocation of light that I will use to draw it near me. It will be fixated on my light for a short moment until it realizes that I am holding the light. In that time, I need for you to do your wild swings on its legs from behind. As the shadow mantis falls, strike the head as hard as you can. Remember, I have invoked your blade with immense power. Trust in yourself and then trust in the blade. There is no time.  Ready yourself, Alston."

Alston readied himself with so many questions he wanted to ask the young wizard as well as himself. But the questions never came, nor did he know what to ask.  He then saw the young wizard walk forth holding his staff upright. " Luminis Sados."  The young wizards staff burn brightly in the night.  Like a small sunrise in the dark forest. Alston then heard the nightmarish scamper of the very large shadow mantis.  It stood over the young wizard with gleaming yellow eyes as it was in a small trance looking into the light. Alston knew it was time.  He gripped the enchanted sword with both hands and closed his eyes. He called courage and bravery from all places, but none of them answered. He then opened his eyes and saw his boys sleeping behind the young wizard. Courage then called, and Alston came in swinging at the legs of the entranced shadow mantis. With war screams or fear screams, Alston swung his blade. The blade gleamed white with frost, then red with fire as Alston swung the blade widely.   Burning and shattering the hind legs of the shadow mantis it fell on its side, screeching and unholy voice through the forest. Alston then spun around swinging the blade true through the head of the shadow mantis.  The screeching stopped, and black blood poured out of the headless body of the shadow mantis.

Alston woke in the middle of the night to a strange hum like sound.  As he sat up, he saw the young wizard already standing upright with staff in hand. Both of them begin to whisper only.

" Alston, there is something hunting us.  Keep the boys covered in the blanket. Get your sword and bring it here to me quietly." Alston took two steps toward his sword when he heard the cracking of twigs and something drawing near.  He was maybe four more steps away from his sword. He began his silent march yet again toward his sword. One step, two steps, three steps, and four.  Alston then picked up the sheathed sword and then made his way back to the young wizard. Again, the cracking of twigs grew louder and signified that something was near and closer than before. Alston and the young wizard both walked slowly and quietly toward each other. As they finally met up another cracking of a twig reveled that whatever was hunting them was only about 30 to 40 ft away now. Again, in whispered conversation Alston and the young wizard formulated a plan.

" Unsheathe the sword Alston. Hold it right there. What are you doing? I am no swordsman. All I can do is swing widely. That may be all we need my friend. Keep the sword still." The young wizard then touched his staff to the blade and whispered an invocation upon it.  " Ignitis Frostias Armos " The blade of the sword begin to glow crimson and deep blue, white.  " The sword is empowered Alston. Even with wild swings you are a formidable force.  I am going to move toward the hunter. I must see what it is to gauge what we do next. Stay right here" Alstom felt a surge of new courage course through is very soul as he held the empowered blade. But not without fear. The young wizard walked into the curtains of night to see what the hunter in the shadows is.

The campfire danced into the night absorbing the conversation the young wizard was having with the father and his two sons.

The four of them ate chicken with broth as the glow of the campfire warmed their bones.  " Mr. wizard sir" One of the boys whose mouth was full of chicken softly started the conversation with the young wizard.  " What were those words you were yelling? I did not understand their meaning." The young wizard whose mouth was also full of chicken had to wait a moment to chew his food and speak properly.  With a giant gulp of a swallow the young wizard explained.  " Those words were invocations or chants.  I suppose a sort of calling or request for me to ask upon nature and the universe that I may borrow their power. The first invocation I used was Ignitis Sol. Which means Ignite the sun. The second one was Ignitis Sados which means Ignite the staff." The young boys both smiled while they ate as they listened to the young wizard talk about magic and invocations.  Their father ate silently and finally joined the conversation. " We are heading to the great castle city of Ointona.  Are you going in the same direction as us stranger?  The young wizard who again had a giant amount of chicken in his mouth had to chew a little faster to join in conversation with the boy's father. With a large nearly choking gulp the wizard answered the father's question. " I am.  Would you like me to join you on your travels to the same destination?"  The father of the two boys answered with a concerned yet relieved face. " Yes, would you please. I am Alston, these are my boys Kanan and Liam.  We owe you, our lives. " The young wizard smiled and uttered out some words almost unrecognizable with again a mouth full of chicken.
  "This meal will be your payback to me."

The young wizard then set his staff down as it begins its watchful eye of the night.    " Let's all get some rest; my staff will keep watch if anything wicked should happen to come our way."

The young wizard walked on through the sand near the bank of the purple river. Heading easterly toward the great purple waterfall and below to the fork of the green and blue rivers.   His steps were silent in the white and golden sands as the evening slowly bedded the day down.  The young wizard readied his staff for battle. Charged with sunlight from the early day he was ready for another fight.  

As he walked on through the blankets of shadow the night brushed with paint made of darkness, he heard cries and screams for help. He quickly made his way toward the screams and saw the glow of a campfire not too far inward into the forest.  A man and his two children were surrounded by Hunger Ghouls. The man waved about a sword trying to keep the night creatures at bay.  The creatures moaned their dead song with lyrics that only translated into the hunger they had for blood.  

" Stay behind me boys! Get back! Go back to the hell you came from!" The man full of fear and new courage knew he had to protect his boys or die trying.  His heartbeat drummed away while both his hands flooded in sweat. For a moment he thought the sword would slip out. He quickly lifted some dirt so that he could better grip his sword. The hunger ghouls all advanced moaning with open mouths ready to bite down.  

" Ignitis Sol!" Two words came from the shadows of a stranger behind the hunger Ghouls. Two of the hunger ghouls violently burst into a mixture of white and yellow flame burning from the inside out and collapsing into a pile of ash.  " Ignitis Sados!"   Again, two words rang out from the shadows. Only this time a young wizard holding a staff made of sunlight stood his ground. The staff was so bright it nearly created a false day in the night under the forest trees.  The young wizard spun the staff and landed a series of blows upon the hunger ghouls that remained. After the young wizard finished his dance of the sunlit staff, he stood absolute holding the staff in front of him slamming it to the ground releasing a sun flash and destroying the remaining hunger ghouls.  

The man and his two sons were in absolute awe. The light of the staff soon faded away.  The young wizards staff retained its color of oak and deep browns. The only light leftover was the campfire they had created for cooking some broth and chicken.  The man then approached the young wizard with an open hand gesture saying, "Thank you!"  The young wizard then looked toward the children and uttered out with a smile.  " Is that chicken I smell?"

The young wizard found beautiful nourishment in the apple like fruit the withered old tree gave to him.  With both a touching and spoken gesture of "Thank you" from the young wizard the withered old tree responded with a small voice of the wind that blew through the wizards long brown hair.  The young wizard recognized this gesture of nature and the universe as "you're welcomed."

The young wizard lifted his staff toward the direction of the sun and uttered " Soakas Le Solars " Translation " Soak the sun." His staff begin to shine and absorb the light from the sun charging it up with immense power.  After a moment the staff seem to change color from a deep oak brown to an ivory cream like color. It had a soft glow to it and almost seem to vibrate with power.  

He walked on forth through trails made by animals and reached the purple river.  The water was at a slow crawl and looked almost mirror like with no ripples or waves. The young wizard held his staff forward and uttered "Frostias Platformais" Translation "Ice bridge "   The cream like color of the staff shined in a brilliant beautiful azure light and froze the water of the purple river creating an ice bridge across. The young wizard walked across nearly slipping and losing his footing a couple of times, but all together made it without falling.   Once on the other side of the purple river he continued on the banks of the river toward the Fork of the blue and green river.

The young wizard set down his staff upon a withered old tree that was somehow still standing. Like the old tree the young wizard endured through the time of one night of terror that seemed an eternity all together.  The dawn was here. The sun sang of song of rest and reassurance that "I will be your guardian of light and keep all the dark madness away." The young wizard then sat next to his staff and fell into a much-needed slumber. His staff begin to glow acting also like a guardian of sort alongside the sun in the sky. An old protection spell once cast by the young wizard so that his staff may be a watchful sentinel-like eye to warn him of evils that may be coming for him in his sleep.  The spell sometimes spilled over into the nightmares the wizard may have also protecting his sleeping mind as well as his waking body.

The young wizard begins to dream and is among friends and family.  Dreams of eating chicken and potato soup with his brother and sister.  Hearing the fire crackle while his grandmother read to him. The dreams turned like a wheel in his head always in constant change of beautiful memories and scenarios.  The wizard slept on through the morning until one of his dreams was disturbed by a strange growl in the sky.  The young wizard walked a trail of round pebbles through the forest.  The growl became more intense as he walked on through the forest. He came upon a Y shaped tree with no leaves at the center of a glade in the forest.   It reminded him of his slingshot he hunted back at home with.  The young wizard grabbed a pebble from the trail as it transformed into a large boulder to load the tree slingshot with.  The growl was more intense as he slung back the large boulder in the direction of the growl and released it.  As the boulder landed the young wizard awoke to his stomach growling as he had slept through breakfast. The young wizard stood up and stretched his arms and legs. His hands reached into the leaves of the withered tree an felt something round shape among them.  It was a large apple like fruit.  Seemed the old tree still had enough youth in it to bear fruit.   The young wizard smiled and set his hand on the withered bark of the old tree whispering two words.   " Thank you."

Astra memories play forth in my head.
Star showers create endless wishes.
Plasmoid cycle their cosmic colors.
Seraphic tones turn into ethereal melodies.

Celestial trails in the dark wilderness.
Empyrean trees drop their light leaves.
Transcendental visuals of the night heavens.
Diaphanous veils of tranquilly allow my eyes to see.

Sheer emotion alloy.
Paradisiacal vessel of the expanding universe.
Expedition of endless wonder.
Fathomless destinations to reach.

On the road, moving forward.
Destination random small-town Euphoria.  
Calm and peaceful visuals.
Green grass and trees.
Hilltop views that would make mountain views jealous.  
Down the country roads.
Over some unnamed creeks.
Passing over rivers I never knew.
It's a strange, beautiful peace.
It's what my mind awards me when I sleep and dream.
Town festivals with strangers.
So far away yet so close to home.  
And toward the end of it all.
A calm rain sings.
A soothing song of nature awakens me.

They're moments of darkness in the blue light.
It feels like an unmapped expanse is wrapping around me.
I'm able to do my job to its full extent.
But now there seems to be a toll.
For so long now I have been among the stars.
Diving into their cores for new life.
But I've come to a realization what this feeling is.
My prolonged existence is the divine energy taken from these stars.
But as I take light and divinity from these heavenly bodies.
I begin their countdown toward fate.  
The dying stars are the darkness I am feeling.

This light was not only beautiful.  
It was what you call heaven I believe.
The onslaught radiance sang across the cosmos.
A song about a forbidden divinity that should never occur.

No darkness there could stop it.
All shadows died and became light.  
The light crunch had taken over.
And I was the last darkness.

The balance was gone.
No darkness for the stars to roll on.
No darkness to sleep in.
Just eternal dawn and forgotten dusk.

" Sean, don't run! I have your new nano processor here in my bag. What you are feeling is fear.  You should not be feeling this emotion. Root cause analysis has narrowed the malfunction in your nano processor. Its why you're feeling emotions. You're a machine built from my hands. " Master L.  I am feeling emotions because the divine gear now spins inside me.  Touched by one of your angels that you do not believe in."

I walk through the light.
In a Parallel world I step in.
I find you there.
In a there where you are not gone.  
Is it possible to make this version of you fall in love with me again?  
Do I follow the map to your heart here in the same path?
Everything feels right.
I suppose I'll let this soul ocean drift me to you and you to me.

Walking the circle trail I made.  
A temporary scar in the grass.
Under the peeking moon.  
I share my secrets to the stars.

The old light hears true.
Imaginations are realities in the elsewhere eternity.
Sometimes I wonder.
If we absorb it all from there.  

But my stars shine over them.
Walking their circle made trails in their night.
I could only wonder if my secrets were received.
Or simply understood as imaginations and ideas.

The melodies you create with your eyes can be heard by my soul.
The chorus your smile sings can be heard by angels.
The notes your swaying hair writes as it sways in the wind.
The song your image sings while you stand in the sun.  
You're poetry without words.

I took the walk.
Jumped the gate.  
The trail was there for me to follow.

I walked along it.
Toward the evergreen tree.  
With the sun west of me casting an eastern shadow.

The grass swayed in the wind.
The leaves rustled their descending song.
As the autumn ground collected them below.

I arrive to the evergreen tree.
Standing absolute among the leafless forest.
The lasting green of outglow.  

I'm Home. . . . . . .

: The misuse of power Vulcan Strafe: The dark heaven lightning.

He was defeated.  I had won.  The lightning I summoned from the darkest parts of heaven above had burned even his soul away. But at a much greater cost.  

The lightning I summoned out of anger and sadness, was spreading planetwide and I could not stop it.  It became so intense that it started to destroy the very ground itself penetrating through the heart of this planet.  

It became more and more intense. I was immune to it and had to watch this planet die. As it ended, I was left alone among the stars where this beautiful planet once resided.  All because I let lose all my anger and hate toward this horrible being who had killed thousands.

Now I am the being who killed billions.

The dark forest was full of whispers.
Voices of yesterday and tomorrow.
A ghost looks for his lost sister.
A phantasm full of sorrow.  

Music is played by the trees.
Melodies and notes.
Sung out by the rustling autumn leaves.
Without lyrics or quotes.

Starless is the sky.
Absent is the moon.
Only a blanket of shadow high.
And trees with unseen runes.

(Is there an emotion for mystical? I suppose it would be to be mystified. Perhaps awe is the word I am looking for.  I was in awe at the sight of him! I was beyond mystified!)

It started in the Yellow Wastelands.  Where life went to die.  As life dies there, they become a part of the Yellow Wasteland adding to his spread and growth becoming a sort of crystalline lattice.  All go willingly to the crystalline whisper. The whisper in recent theory emanates from the shining yellow crystals that grow among the Yellow Wasteland like blue bonnets in the Texas spring.  Once the Whisper is heard the victim willingly partakes in what we call The March. The March is a mindless saunter to The Yellow Wasteland where upon arrival they lay in the yellow dirt and slowly begin crystalizing. We have tried stopping The March. But have been unsuccessful for many years.  During the state of the march the victim gains a strange, extraordinary ability to control others as they see fit. If one or a group of people, try and prevent the march they will be controlled by the whisper to put the victim back on track.  The final equation that we cannot solve is why one hears the whisper.  There seems to be no pattern whatsoever.

On this day my daughter heard the whisper. We walked with her for hours on end.  My wife and son followed shortly behind whilst I walked beside her talking about memories and music.  My son then caught up and started to play his lute. He played song after song and sang beautiful lyrics that they wrote together.  My wife would then catch up to fix our daughters hair and clean her face as we walked and walked toward The Yellow Wasteland.  There were times where we would walk all together in a line and pray and pray.  

Over the Wolf's crossing trail was a hill. The hill was now called.
" The Last Ascend."    The Yellow Wasteland can be seen below.  We started the ascend up the last ascend.  Tears flooded all our eyes as we were powerless to stop The March.

All the colors I have seen seem like black and white.
This place had colors and showed what emotions look like.
There were no names of anything.
Just divinity, serenity, and beautiful light springs.

Switching colors now.  

The blaze is a feeling of warmth and coolness at the same time.
Your body will experience absolute all-in pleasure.
As you past forth the boundaries your brain has created.
You will activate the Interdimensional triggers in your extremities.
Moving into the other side and beyond.

Switching colors now.

It was in the fall.
Thats when I see them leave.
On a moonless night.
The stars leave from the sky.
Leaving behind a stellar phantasm of sky jellyfish in their place.

The light here was me.
In depths unknown and unseen.
I walk on the stars of seven.
And found that I was above heaven.

The lines drawn out on the palms of my hands.  
Was a map to a place divine that I could not understand.
Intertwined paths and roads.
The maps of my hands seem more like codes.

The first solution was to leave my name behind.
Venture forth nameless and light the way divine.
Walk forth through the shadow veils.
Let your soul set its light sail.  

Let the winds of truth take you past the expanse of shadow.
Let the lost ones see your lantern in the lost meadow.  
Become the balefire that lights their map home.
Put an end to their aimless roam.

The lost ones have all become lanterns with you.
The veils melt away as the collective light shines true.  
The map of my hands was never for one.  
The paths and roads intertwined us together to become the sun.

Looking up at the stars here was much the same as gazing at them back at home.  The difference was the unknown constellations painted upon the new heavens vault before me.  On the other side of the universe, I find myself star gazing and thinking back to the moment of how normal everything was for me.  I could remember just staring into the endless expanse of beauty back at home and falling in love with what my imagination created for me.  It was a safe scenario where I always came out on top. I was the hero that defeated some unknown evil that lay dormant underneath the Earth.  So many stories. All with a safe outcome.  And yet somehow that person still exist there. Safe and so naive to what is really going on.

I am still trying to figure it out myself. Those small moments of star gazing are a beautiful peace of mind to all the madness and chaos that flow forth from an unknown spring of evil.  I was never a hero (Only in my mind) I was never brave, nor had the courage to confront all that I feared.  I was a person that let the river take me and did my best to just stay afloat.  And yet I was chosen for this.  To weld this immense unimaginable power.  To become a beast of blue star fire and light.  A mage of blue flames and cosmic torrents.  And although I am on the other side of the Universe, the true perspective is that my journey has just begun.

I look upon a triangular like constellation similar to that of Libra back at home and feel the call there.  The light vernacular of those three stars speak to my eyes in a universal like plea.  Many patterns cycle on through all meaning the same.  The one I recognize is S.O.S.  I align my staff to the constellation in the sky as it sets a course for me to safely navigate my way to the cosmic call for help. I then transform to the star dragon and spread my light wings. In moments I am in root toward the unknown libra like constellation moving at the speed of thought.

The blade of light attacked my closing eye lid and revealed the morning sun to my open eye.  I awoke with the first thought of going outside with my brother to play with the new toys we got for Christmas.  We did just that, as our backyard became a world itself as we flew our hypersonic jet and war helicopter over the forest carpet grass.  There was no worry that could destroy this moment. Just two brothers playing in the winter Texas sun.  That backyard was full of stories like that.  I often look back to them and find my worries dissolve away.  Strange how beautiful moments such as those could cut through the storm of worries as the sunlight cut through an open spot in my curtain to wake me to a new day of play and joy.  It's as if those core memories had been kept to remind me that happiness is always there.

The Lightning.
Azure Flash, find me here.
I listen for your voice.
Your words made of thunder.

The Lightning.
Wake me from this darkness.
Memory of the many warriors.
Weapons of the blue sun.

The Lightning.
Light life surge through my soul.
Connect me to all the stars.
Where I walk darkness flees.

The Lightning.
The storm brews on the horizon.
The rain finds me.
Strike me down with the touch of God.

Again, with those lights in the sky.

Ghost like jellyfish that float on by.

They fly so high they become the stars.

I see ships pass by shaped like cigars.

What begins to make sense makes no sense at all.

The starlight resonance is simply just a cosmic call.

All this from nostalgia and thinking ahead.  

Listening to music while I lay in bed.

I have been dreaming beautiful for the past week.

Dreams about brooks in a forest of my creation.  The crystal waters run into a cave where the sunlight shines through small holes creating rays of light as I walk bare foot in the shallow stream of water.

Dreams about 2 rivers running parallel to each other. One green and one blue.  I see them from above as I fly on by. I follow both the rivers to a blue green lake where I see dragons and magical creatures enjoying the land I created.

Dreams about another world where the grass is pink, and the sky is purple. The flowers are all luminescent. The stars exist in the canals here.  


Dreams about ghostly like jellyfish the flutter in the night sky and become the stars.  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Deep into Pastor woods we went.  My brother and I were in search of Lifelo. It's a life fruit with amazing healing abilities. Our Grandma was sick with Blue Fever, and we had to find the fruit before it was too late.  

Runesa :
Pastor woods was a super dense forest of trees and vines that did not seem indigenous to any area but here.  The woods never seem to stop growing as they spread onward and outward in all directions.  A few years ago, demolition and fire teams had to halt the growth from coming into the towns that surrounded Pastor woods.  But no matter how much they burned our cut down the woods would grow at a relentless rate.  One town called Runesa was completely engulfed by the forest in a matter of weeks it seemed.  Old Runesa is our destination.  It where all the Lifelo grows and blooms.  No one is certain to why it grows where the town once stood but perhaps it may be the town itself. Maybe the structures were consumed by the roots of Pastor woods and converted into the Lifelo.  

Red fireflies:  
It's impossible to create trails in Pastor Woods because of the amazing, accelerated growth. So, we follow the red fireflies. The red fireflies (which only exist in theses woods) seem to be attracted to the Lifelo.  You find red fireflies you find Lifelo. We followed a sparkle of red fireflies deeper than expected to the deep inners of Pastor Woods. This was dangerous because it would be very difficult to find our way back.  We decided to leave light towers behind to find our way back home.  We progressed on through deeper and deeper as we followed the sparkle of red fireflies to what seem to be the center of Pastor Woods.  There glowed the Lifelo flowers in a beautiful circular pattern of life.  We had never seen so many Lifelo flowers in one place.  The immense sparkle of red fireflies starts to resonate their luminescent bodies signaling the green fireflies above. The green fireflies float on down to a pile of vines at the center of this glade as my brother and I watched in magical awe.  As the green ones landed on the pile of twisted vines the green fireflies begun to turn red.  My brother and I glanced to see each other's shared reaction.  We then felt the ground vibrate ever so slightly.  The vines slithered like snakes and worms from a nightmare I never had but seemed to have a strange memory of.  

The Orange eye (.)
As the wooded snakes and worms slithered away into the forest what was left of the vine heart was a giant hunk of metal and strange lit up vines.  At the center of this mass opened a large orange eye that lit up the glade in a sunset sun orange that seem unsettling yet beautiful all at once.  This hunk of metal was no hunk of metal. It was half a face made up of strange alloys we had never seen. We were looking at one eye as it was looking at us.  The head although it was half a head was as big as one of the large structures back at home.  As our eyes adjusted, we were both able to see that the alloys the head was made out of were somehow converted from the structures of Runesa. One of the cheek pieces said Runesa Inn.  We then both heard strange chimes and tones that made no sense. It seemed to alternate the noises in a constant flow until it reached a sound we knew. That sound was "H E L L O. " The orange eye saw our acknowledgement to the greeting word and then it spoke. " Please, will you help me gather material?  I have been stranded here for so very long. I must get to my destination.  Will you help me? " The voice sounded both like a man and womans. Again, my brother and I looked at each other and at the same time we both said " Yes!" It then spoke in great delight. " Very well! Take as much of the plant as you need to help whoever is sick. Please return after you do so. We can then begin to rebuild my body."  The red fireflies then create a vortex around us creating a red luminescent line of light to guide us straight back home.

Footsteps:

I hear my own footsteps in the snow as I walk forever alone toward nowhere. In search of anyone, my footsteps speak to me and remind me that I am truly alone.  I yearn to see a fox run by.  I yearn for the singing of birds.  Even a wasp sting to possibly wake me up from this nightmare.  I have forgotten music. The tones even evade my dreams.  I do the same in my dreams. Walk and walk forever.  Only the sound of footsteps while I'm awake and asleep.

Toward the school:  

I come upon an old school. The empty playgrounds convey a sadness of missing the children that once played on it. I come to a realization that the playground is not sad. Its only what I sense and feel.  Had I never found this playground I would have never felt such sadness.  And this playground perhaps would have simply never existed.  But I found it and now the sadness has created its own atmosphere. I sit on the swing and feel a spark of joy that seems to come from the playground itself.  The spark never ignites a flame as the short-found joy is drowned in sorrow by my emotions that created the joy for the playground itself.  I stop swinging and center myself in this endless loneliness.  I enter the school through double doors as one is left open.  Again, I have a sense that the building itself is inviting me in.  Another emotion given to a lifeless structure of bricks and concreate.  

The halls at night:

I wonder through the halls of this emotionless school and aimlessly walk toward a destination the hallways would simply take me.  I get a feeling the hallways are guiding me toward a salvation of sort. As if the inner workings of the school itself are alive and I am trying to find a heart to beat.  Maybe I am the heart, and I am trying to get the flow back.  But perhaps I'm just lost in thought again and I am making this up as I go.  The moon starts to breathe in its light into the hallways through the windows as it uncovers itself from the blanket of clouds.  The luminescent breath of the moon creates a beautiful eeriness that only ghost could paint.  I venture forth and up the stairs through a darkness that is afraid of the moonlight. I stand in the darkness for a moment to try and comfort it.  But why?  This darkness nest in a corner just out of reach of the moonlit rapture that has taken all the other darkness it shines upon.  Knowing this darkness was safe I traverse the dark stairway into another hallway above.  

The colors of the cloud:

The final hallway the stairway of darkness lifted me to seemed longer than the others. The moon light kissed the dust specks in the air turning them into moving floating stars in an expanse of tranquilly that called forth the memory of music.  I began to breathe heavily as the tones from silence rang my ears with notes and chords brought on by visual stimulation that I thought was impossible. How could a visual create sound?  As the dust in the moonlight danced the dance of shadow and light, I heard a constant tone and vibration of ambient heaven like belief.  As I walked through the floating vault of heaven I came to a L in the hallway. This hallway was untouched by the moon spells and floating stardust. In this hallway every window emitted a different color all its own.  As if lightning of every color flashed its arc cutting through the sky and bleeding into the windows.  I walked through the hallway and could not seem to find a source of the aura of colors this hallway had become.  At the end of the hallway was a grand window that seem to have all the colors cycling through all at once.  As I reached this window, I saw a cloud in the sky made up of all colors I have ever seen. It had a chaotic oscillation of lightning bolts that lit up the sky without the mercy toward any type of darkness whatsoever. The beauty of this cloud reinvigorated my soul.  I was breathing in the light.  With every breath thunder roared across eternity.  All colors started to return.  And I could hear the music. In all directions I went.  Over the land and over the oceans.  Through deserts and mountains.  Life has awakened once again.  I am the sky, and I am the land. I feel the life upon me as the life believes in me.

Entwined in shadow string.
Light of my mind.
For so long now I've been unable to shine.

An old song anew.
Sang cosmic melodies to me.
Verses and choruses and tones to help me see.

The shadow strings begin to give way.
To the always moving forward light contained.
The cloud of all colors begins to rain.

Rays of light gleam on through.
Imaginations can reach their destinations.
To help create new constellations.

The stars shine again for me.
Under the night sky of rediscover.
As my soul begins to recover.

The artifacts were sent back to myself from a place of memory and rememberence. I could not tell at first that these were artifacts sent to me from myself.  They were everday simple things. The first one was a small compact mirror my mother owned. I use to reflect sunlight with the mirror and follow the beam of light with my eyes as it travelled through space and time.

The second artifact was a red rock I found in our back yard. It had this crimson like color no other rock had in the area it seemed.  I held the rock as I layed in my bed one evening seeing the planet I found.

The final artifact was a circular thick crystal lens. My brother and I found this lens inside an old abandoned house next to my grandmothers house.  When held close to a light you could see the spinning galaxies within this universe.

Earlier versions of myself sent these artifacts to the present to show me in the now that it was possible to see the universe from within. That a planet can be held in a hand. And that light can be captured.

The morning glow sings its chorus to the verse of darkness.
I jump on my bike and ride toward the forest.
I cut through the trails at the speed of light.
Lightning surrounds me and I move through time.

I am above the clouds waring the cloak of a star.
I move through the twilight sky near and far.
I see myself below as I see myself beyond.
With only one of me knowing how all this corresponds.

I reach the outer rims of our galaxy.
Where shadows of angels view their transcalency.
I pass through the veil beyond what is all.
And find the being playing with the universe emotions enthralled.

The songs do it for me.  
Tones of yesterday remind me today..
Sunlit Sepia days on the baseball field..

Riding our bikes to nowhere..
As the Sepia day turns into Rose color fade..
We knew we had to be home before dark..

The street lights with rust glow lead us home..
My brother and I ride together..
No words, just the ride..

I awoke to a circle shaped chamber made out of some kind of rock and golden wood. My bare feet touched the golden wood floor and my senses activated with delight.

A golden like fine sand kissed the bottoms of my feet with a dreamlike sensation of walking on a heavenly beach.

The rock walls seem more natural.  Felt a bit wet to the touch.  But nonetheless natural.  

Very strange creatures also occupied this Circle chamber in the rock.  

A Peculiar like body orbited the entire circle chamber .  It had long silver white hair and a very small head with green glowing eyes.

Then to the right of me a Mantis like creature with yellow eyes stood so still I  could not tell if it was a statue or a lifeform.  It finally revealed that very answer when it blinked its eyes.  

In front of me on the other side of the circle chamber was a cluster of bubbles and lights.  The bubbles moved about chasing the small little lights like a train.  Never did they pop.

And finally a familiar view but altogether beautiful.  A woman with flowing red hair and deep fiery brown eyes made contact with me.  

Neither of us could speak. But we were still able to hear each others voices somehow.  

We both had the same questions.  

And we both did not have the answers.  

The Mantis like creature then spoke to us in a series of hisses we somehow understood..

It said. "  Welcome to the Boardwalk across the universe."

Tones and sounds.
Organized in such a way they create music..

Songs heard through darkness and light..


Tangents and pathways..
Transparent clusters of thoughts and emotions...

Actions viewed through the porthole of the universe...


New stars and galaxies..
And the full dreams of undisturbed sleep..

Galactic access to infinite wonders..

Eyes open and mind set.
I ask myself. " Which is the dream?"

I wake up with you in this glade, so misplaced.
Up on our feet now we feel the wind so full of life and grace.
We walk into these endless trees, oh what lies beyond this place?

The light it leads us beyond these trees what do you see?

Upon our face lies this great kingdom of the clouds.
So high this place we are today just look around.
And see this place, this grand new place, an empyrean kingdom.
Come walk with me, into these gates, let's see these sacred bounds.

Oh pass these gates we see a town, there are people all around.
And in their way knights with swords at bay, guard this sacred place.
Adorned in silver and golden plates, they wield skylight blades.

The light it brought us here to this place.

Upon our face lies this great kingdom of the clouds.
So high this place we are today just look around.
And see this place, this grand new place, an empyrean kindom.
Come walk with me, into these gates, let's see these sacred bounds.

Oh come live with me in this Grand Azure fantasy.

When I woke with you in that glade I knew their was something.
Beyond those trees that we, had never seen.
It's not Heaven or Hell, but a world a little like our own.

This empyrean kingdom showed us our way
this day.
Away from our world upon the ground and away, from the coming dark.
We'll be back to reclaim it one day, oh yes we will.
But until then we'll wait here in this, empyrean kingdom.

So blue.

There is a lost Oasis among the stars wrapped around darkness.

And expanse of thoughts and wishes gather in this vault of heaven..

One star speaks to another in this vernacular of light and pulses..

The links and waves reach far and vast..

As the Lost Oasis has now become an ocean of thoughts..

And the thoughts have now become and idea..

Nature's memory

  The soil touches your feet.  Heaven below. As the sky and winds play with your hair. Heaven above. Voices of leaves rustle their poems. The memory of you is not so far away.  As nature has never forgotten you even one thousand dreams away.

It begins with a step forward..
A step forward past death..
On the other side of the other side.
With all life intact..

To cross over..
With a heartbeat and conscience..
Without ever greeting death..
Would be the birth of an Outer Angel/ Outer Demon..

We are allowed glimpses of ultimate light and darkness..
Glimpses made possible by dream..
He heard the song past the stars..
And wrote in the chorus of Outer Voice..

He star walked and dark stepped past oblivion and chaos..
Into New Universe..
Where he met The Beginning and The End..

The adventure in the rain was for my brother and I.
We would jump in the puddles and make plastic bottlecap sail boats for ants.
Barefoot in the cool water.
Warmed back up by the summer mud.

I could remember the cycle.  
I could remember the movements..
So simple yet so complex.

The series of activation protocols.
And the unknown science the brings life to them..
The Astra auras and the elemental mixtures..

The hike into the light and dark wilderness..
The other side of the other side..
The calling of shadows and reflections..

The tones of outer world..
The songs heard past the stars..
The convolution of me and my memory..

The moment I remember..
What was forgotten..
On how to combine light and darkness..

On how to Weaponize my imagination.....

On fractal images of color.

Blended in to create a reality

Blaze through the meanings of all..

I really thought I was on this side of the cage looking in.

Knowing the hollows would soon be full..

A scary thought of the world being inside of your head.

With self given limitations.

The morning sun whispered to the streetlights to go to sleep..
The morning sun burned away the fog from the moons dreams..
The day has chased the night away..

There were segments of you through this world mirror parallel..

Increase the mystery of your smile as your tears leave behind light trails.

I can't find you anywhere..

Even though I can make the anywhere...

This control let me give in..

And it also let me reverse all of my sins..

And through all the magical haze..

You are still lost in my dream maze..

The black night sighs...
High moon sings silver aura songs..
Lunar inferno overdrive..

Below the trees..
Cool starlit breeze..
Like beautiful silver dreams..

I follow you into the light..
The prisms of your dream light..
The sun came up and became my light..

I awoke with you in the night..
The rain of moon glow lit up the night..
We travel together hidden forever in the night..

The sun chased us back to dream..
Hidden in darkness we sleep and dream..
To not burn in the sun can only happen in dream..

All we have is the memory of light..
And the moon light in the night..
We day sleep and see the sun in dream..
V A M P I R E

There was a lost connection..
A lack of communication..
Somewhere along the lines it happened..

But once I heard that whisper..
Through all the loud voices..
I knew it had always been there..

The lost connection had been found..
The communication commenced..
I remembered without having to remember..

We continue on our travel..
To see it all begin again..
And to see some of it end..

I had found peace..
Beyond timeless meditation..
A prayer heard from a whisper of my mind..