Times of High Strangeness call into question the nature of the reality in which we exist, a world of phenomenon and perception. When our notions of consensus reality are bent and even broken, we are set adrift in the neo-gravity of the unknown, a spaceman out of the capsule and into space, approaching the end of the tether, like an amphibious creature roaming the land, meeting the end of it’s terrestrial capacity with no water in sight, synonymous with the dreamer or the thinker in the realms of thoughts and dreams.
Grinning, Mr. Saint James rises from his chair and walks over to the wooden doors. Standing in front of them, he opens them both at the same time with a flourish and stands back. As the three boys move closer, they see an old piece of paper filled with printed words, floating inside an infinite looking space flickering with brilliant orange light.
CAESAR Wow! How’s it doing that?
DEON You a magician or something, mister?
MR. SAINT JAMES Something. One of you must read it out loud.
Here in what ever form, no matter is given to us. Every living creature has its own miracle
Spirit as nature is Life giving. We hear not the old gods as they speak in Sulfur, in quick silver For the equinox has come birthing a new season where chemistry creates transforming tides. I was reminded of the shedding skin, of earth, through life, the budding leaves.
One day I knew I would converse with these Nefarious beings. Known as human hybrids of angels. The spirits spoke celestial. That night the wind seemed a neighing seahorse as it galloped around the...
……and there she was innocent handmaiden bending consciously over picking graveside roses extracting the aroma of each one through her sweet nostrils becoming more beautified each time how I wanted to be in her hands at that moment all these sensations travelled through me from places I know not where something I never felt before alien to my designs contradicting every baneful indoctrination how can the undead be touched by such a thing of sanctity? fairer than what she plucks out of the ground then carefully...
Note: I originally wrote this story back in 2008, under the name Chaos_Theocrat.
(A mysterious and beautiful woman from another world, and a man from Arabia who is seeking knowledge, power, and wealth, embark together upon an epic quest that will unite their very fates and test the worth of worldly pursuits in the face of a truly cosmic revelation that will change both of their lives for the better… as well as for all eternity.)
Prologue: The Dark Wanderer
The day faded and it was a gray afternoon, as the light of the setting...