Read between April 25 - May 04, 2017
A crow. Hopping down a branch over her head. Staring at her with one black eye. Then another. “Hello, cousin.” She straightened up, boots firm beneath her. “What’s the word?” “Craaahhk!”
“This is a place for you, if you want it. But you have to want it. This is a place for you, and a time. A place of study and learning. A place to grind the bones together with the sand. A place to blend the incense and the herbs. A place to question and a place to not question.”
I teach the how. The why take care of itself.”
Time for breakfast. Time to get to work.
A confusion glyph. A symbol that said “Look away.” New York City magic. Sometimes it worked.
Sometimes the Gods used Henry. It seemed like a fair trade-off. He had been known to use them, too.
Always think before you choose. But never be afraid to do the choosing.”
Some talking head bleating on about another war. At least it wasn’t sports night,
A trio of women leaned across the table of a scarred booth, jeans and dark sweaters a contrast against the red seats. He wondered what they were talking about. Could be men. Could be stock options.
The code was in all human DNA, and some of the other animals too: octopi, whales, silverback gorillas, condors. The brightness was there in all of them, but needed activation.
The Bright Ones were always meant to save the place. To eat the fruit, figure things out, and help spread the news.
“Come forward, my friend! I have treats in store! I have lavender ices and chocolate drops. I have licorice as black as a raven’s mouth and ice cream as smooth as a selkie’s thighs.”
The ones who could hear the chimes were filled with greater needs than most. They were hungry for some magic.
A taste of sweetness. A hint of darkness. The flavor of mystery, with the promise of some light.
“No Gods of Metal and Technology.” NGMT. The zealots would tattoo this on their hands. EnGoMat.
There was a war on. A war for what was new. A climbing from the cave’s fire-casting shadows and into the light of the sun.
His family had lived on this planet for centuries. They had been an early wave of migrants from Earth, from a place called Atlantis. The drowned land. Saved by alien beings made of light, the legends said.
“Is this supposed to be inspiring?” “No, Cami. It is supposed to just be life. Everything fits in somewhere, together.”
“I don’t exactly know where you’re taking me, but let’s go.”
The world was ending. Sam just knew it. Felt it in his belly, coiling like a Chinese dragon under the sea, pearl clutched in a mighty claw. The world was ending and he wasn’t yet sure what to do about it.
Information got mistaken for knowledge. It was killing us. Killing everything. Food for the Moon, crazy old Gurdjieff used to say. We needed a lot more people to feed the Sun.