Ether Navigation

On our way to Rome we stopped in Florence, there we stayed at the Loggia dei Servi di Maria. It's part of a marvelous square made of The Basilica della Santissima Annunziata, (The Basilica of the Most Holy Annunciation), the Ospedale degli Innocenti, (Hospital of the Innocents), and also a cafe on the corner.

This place you See is the space that the servants of Mary stay on their way to Rome, to be in the Papal audience. The Basilica, a Tardis of grandeur made for the Mother of God, but what prey tel is under the mother's belly? How many bones upon bones do we bury at our sacred sites. Across the way is yet another reminder in the smallness of time, what used to be an orphanage with a row of dots, shadow reliefs of babies half swaddled where the babies were welcomed for one reason or another; they were there through no fault of their own. 

We had a balcony so perfect to sit at one side of the table you went through one door and get to the other there was yet another. The doors, old fashioned by todays fashion, several layers of hinges and glass, with evergreen drapes to stop the morning sun, behind it hung a fabric so sheer to blur the real world as they would flow through the wind like ghosts through time.  

This is a place 

there I used my words and asked 

there a storm did come

then the truth was shown

Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story

On her knees she wept upon every alter as she prayed to her Father on the bones of old for the children. The women cared not for them anymore, would sell them to men, or treat them like play things as they mutilated the child's body like only a forked tongue daemon would do. The father of lies had escaped his bond, unleashed with the mother of his children, Hate, Envy and Blame rearing their heads high as Spite leaped from their beastly mouths.

On a different day, a different place but still all the same she could hear the talons of the daemon scrap and clack on the floor behind her, in another sense of sight she saw it rise half here half there. The stench of rot and spittle dripping from fangs morphing to light that sweeps the air. On her knees she stayed with trust, and then the tiny pixels every where that blurred life were not what she saw. Looking down below from where she was, although it was not hight she found her self but she could see below and still know there is an above, over there too, path ways everywhere, she could see pieces of a maple tree, dead leaves hanging on after their life was over waving in a breeze. When she looked straight ahead she saw the maple tree but could tell, although the pixels were gone there was another break of sight, not even the air she noticed was what it should be. She breathed in and moved forward down a hall and through the smoky cloud and then she looked around and all was almost clear. She could see the particles and gasses the life unseen that moved still all around her. The smell of leaves decaying beneath the maple tree, the air when she breathed in deep was cold and refreshing. 

On to a reality that is separate, the static left behind they moved her forward through time, 3 revolutions they took her through, time and space the same and nothing ever still. 

The smell of tobacco and thick coffee permeated the air, 

the voices low so not to disturb her as she swam through the ether.