Skull 4

 

“Get the largest skull from the pile, clean it and fill it to the rim with the finest wine and bring it to my mother!” The hard dark deep voice said loudly. 

The mother could have yet one cup of wine. Make it best by filling it full as you drink from your enemies skull, is how he thought of it. His mother would always have the best of the best. 

The largest skull now disembodied had held up what was a human face once, ripped off and thrown to the ground to mingle with bodies and pieces, horses and such.

He hadn’t been a large man or great man, he had had a large cranium though. It wasn’t that he hadn’t taught hard enough or well enough, his thread had been cut. His skull had an afterlife purpose. 

Skull 1

 

“You’ve made a grave mistake” the disembodied voice hit something he didn’t understand. What he didn’t understand is that  after they administered the paralyzing agent, he was still alive. The contract was clear, his whole body would be donated to something he believed in completely, Science. What he didn’t know was everything Science didn’t know plus much more and they wanted to know more.

His body paralyzed on the measly cushioned bed, his heart rate so slow the paramedics thought him dead. The man with the bonnet over his hair, an underbite and a chain from his neck wheeled him back into the room four doors to the left down a hallway, he would have said took 32 steps to the door. 

He could feel, he couldn’t move. 

Blurs and fogs went by

He felt hungry

Blurs and fogs went by

He felt alone 

Blurs and fogs went by

He felt needing

He couldn’t move, he could only feel. 

What is time.

There was quiet for a bit

Then a shock

“Whaat!?” Confusion 

“Everything is normal, it’s all confusion.”

It wasn’t confusion for all, just a few sum. 

He could feel.

His skull was being split in two, it hurt, he could say nothing. The universe heard …

New moon 26

He couldn’t move his eyes, his fingers or toes, he was paralyzed, his lungs gurgled. He had never been scared like he was now. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t tell them he couldn’t breath. He had agreed to the terms and there was no going back, this was death, the final end, and he signed up.

The lights turned on slowly but there were no clear lines. 

“You’ve made a grave mistake.” The sound came from a disembodied voice, no pressure on any letter, just a flat notice. 

“You’ve made a grave mistake.”

Life is over now, this is a new program 

Time isn’t linear

Life is over now, this is a new project 

He couldn’t move. 

Silence

 

Catholic schism again and somemore

Jimmy walks in with a constant push of oxygen into his system

“Computer machine thingamamobob, can you hear me?”

Silence

“Hey Computer, open microphone”

Silence

“Do you think the Captain has this problem?

Silence

It’s about the journey Captain.

Two Good Questions

Where are we going?

How do we get there?

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story 

Roman

 

SCOTUS ruled mail in votes can count after an election, this solidifies the ability of someone or someone’s to flip and sideline voters choice (knowing there was no real choice before), and anyone born on this land…citizenship by judges is threat by death.

The Catholic Church is working on its continuation of another schism a result from Vatican II. So strange on a personal level to see what it was, 1st building 1st apartment, to what it is now and the young American Pope is…easy to understand.

Be still and listen 

This isn’t even a story

Today, the day after, I saw Christmas twice and an angel fell from the sky, I don’t know why, was she pushed? Life saw right through to death. 

I have four minutes. Id say it’s unbelievable what’s happening across the globe and here but after 2020 (it might get old reading these days but in the future it will stand out) nothing was ok. 2 minutes. The 80’s & 90’s were great, don’t let them lie to you. One minute.