Night Cries, Part Seven

Lab 5

Erik’s earth mother came running up the stairs in a panic. Little Fran was standing at the bathroom door with a look of fright upon his face. The bathroom door shuddered violently but ceased as Erik’s earth mother approached.

“Erik”, his earth mother called cautiously. “Are you alright? What’s going on in there?”

On the wet floor of the bathroom, Erik stirred. His eyes opened weakly and he stared about the room in a haze. She was gone. The tub was filled with water and looked as if a bomb had exploded inside of it. Grimy hand prints were draped around the tub’s edges. The finger scrawl on the medicine cabinet mirror was still there but she was gone.

Erik stood to his feet and began wiping the grime from the tub. He then proceeded to wipe the mirrors removing any trace of her presence. His earth mother began rapping harder at the door, calling out his name and demanding a response.

After a quick inspection around the bathroom room, Erik opened the door. His mother and Fran stood there staring at him in confusion. Erik quickly gathered his thoughts and began to explain.

“I’m sorry for all the noise and the mess on the floor. I got water on the floor and lost my balance”, Erik explained.

“Erik”, his mother sounded unconvinced. “All that banging up here, it sounded like you were wrestling in here or a party was going on.”

Erik looked up at his earth mother with sheepish eyes and said, “I’m sorry. I was slipping all over the place. I’ll clean all this up.”

Erik could not meet his mother’s eyes. He wanted to reach out to her and collapse in her arms but he dared not. He didn’t want to chance exposing her to the very emotions that may have created the thing that stalked him in his dreams and in the present reality. The whole thing just made no sense to him. He shouldn’t even be experiencing these emotions towards his earth mother. But he was and they were strong. He even felt attached to Fran his little earth brother. Just the thought that his wayward nightmare could have hurt him last night sent shivers down his spine.

“I have to use the bathroom Erik”, Fran exclaimed. I have to go really bad and you wouldn’t let me in.”

The little boy stood in the doorway, knees locked, shaking and fidgeting anxiously.

Erik’s earth mother looked at him with a very stern look of disapproval. 

“I’m all done Fran and I’m sorry. Are the pancakes ready yet mommy”, responded Erik as he moved out of the bathroom? He was glad to be out of that bathroom. He was glad to be out of that space but he was more relieved that no one had been hurt. He needed to get ahead of this phenomenon and figure out how she, this apparition of ghostly hate and rage, made it across the sky bridge. Time was running out for his home world and if he didn’t act faster, earth itself could be doomed to the same fate.

“Erik, I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately. I want this mess cleaned up and I want to see you and your brother seated downstairs in twenty minutes for breakfast. Your father will be up shortly if he isn’t already so get going, hurry up, no dawdling”, his mother said patiently.

Fran darted into the bathroom and slipped on the wet floor. His head bounced off the plaster coated floor and he started crying and wetting himself. Erik’s earth mother moved to his side and cradled the little boy carefully in her arms. She spoke softly to him, soothing him and reassuring him as she began removing his wet clothes. Erik stared at the two of them and started recalling his own childhood on Cold World. How different the two realities were.

On Cold World, the familiar bonds of family just didn’t exist. The Great Divestiture was so efficient and so complete that the children of Cold World ceased addressing their parents as mother and father. They were birth constructs and that was all. They had one responsibility and that was to provide initial shelter, food, clothing and access to the archives of knowledge. Mothers didn’t breastfeed anymore. Fathers did not await the arrival of their new born infants. Families did not celebrate the coming of new souls into the world. There were no lovers. There were no friendships. There were only detachment and a singular focus on technological development and growth at all costs.

Lab 2

Outside of the pursuit of knowledge, Erik had no other passions. He was truly an island unto himself. He preferred it this way too. He was his best teacher and disciple. There really hadn’t been anyone more gifted, more possessed of an innate ability to think in four dimensions. His was a lonely brilliance and the absence of emotional bonds made that existence more than bearable. He didn’t even register the concept of companionship. He didn’t need it or anyone.

As Erik started sorting through his things in his bedroom, his mind continued to retrace the steps that brought him to earth. He had done this countless times leading up to the events of last night. He thought through what he believed was every possible derivation, every possible algorithm, and all the possible probabilities and yet he must have missed something. She was here. She had crossed the Sky Bridge. His formulae had been wrong. It just didn’t make logical sense to his calculating mind.

Going back to the beginning, Erik laid out the facts as he knew them. Something from the Dark Realm had crossed over to Cold World which in and of itself shouldn’t have been possible. This thing which resembled a female had first appeared to him in his lab and she was angry on a berserker level. He didn’t recognize anything about her except for the sense that she had been hurt or wronged in some way and that he was the object of her hate. On Cold World she started appearing in an irregular form, half in and half out of sync with time. While she didn’t appear to have a real material presence to anyone other than Erik she was very real and had an extremely disturbing effect on Erik. Erik was afraid of her. This fear was palpable and registered an alien emotion within Erik. His encounters with her always left him on the brink of stark raving terror. He was sure that this had to be due to the fact that he was dealing with emotions he knew nothing about intellectually. He couldn’t explain the feelings he was having but he did feel them. They were not mental projections or some faded part of his imagination. He was experiencing emotion. Then the thought hit him…the more he felt, the stronger her presence seemed.

Lab 1

 

Erik thought back to that day he entered Professor Voguebuk’s lab after the professor had been slain before his eyes. Even this had unsettled him when it shouldn’t have. He remembered his thoughts as he watched the lifeless form of Professor Voguebuk sprawled in a bloody heap, half his body shredded and missing. It was a grisly scene but it shouldn’t have bothered Erik and yet it did.

Erik could remember the lab and all the lights and sirens that rang throughout the complex. He remembered the last words of the professor who urged him to find the solution to the pending disaster approaching Cold World. Erik was confident he could, given time. He just didn’t know how much time he had. He remembered walking towards the lab door and opening it to a sight that would alter all his plans and that of the future of Cold World.

 

 

A New Work

Night Cries

I am so happy and proud to announce that Timoteo’s blog short story “Night Cries” is going to be published by Leanpub.  Please take a moment to congratulate him and wish him well on this journey!

Vision and Dreams

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Vision and Dreams

How many of you make it a habit to write out your vision and dreams?  I believe that there are probably a great many of us that believe this is important to do but don’t.  We understand the theory and the promise behind this exercise but often times when it comes right down to putting it into practice, we fail big time!  We fail to take advantage of what’s offered in our vision and dreams.  Maybe not all of you… ok well, just me then (smile)!  I want to take a quick few minutes to talk about why (If you’re like me about transformative envisioning), it is vital to the process of growth that we write out our vision and dreams and make them plain.

I honestly and truly believe with all my heart that when God’s word tells me that as a man thinketh, or believes about himself, so is he or so he will become.  I believe this.  I take it literally because it comes from the Word of God, but I also believe it because there have been too many respected scholars and philosophers who have affirmed this basic, fundamental principle through various teachings and writings.  We experience visions and dreams for a reason.  Our minds really don’t stop processing information when we close our eyes at night (see Nature, The Journal of Neuroscience).  I believe our best work occurs when we focus and experience vision and dreams.

Now, I believe that this essential truth is often mislabeled or misapplied by the secular world but there is no denying how true this is (see Nature 2).  For example, scientist can explain the color of the sky but I believe its hue comes from the finger of God.  Does this mean that the science is wrong?  Of course not.  We may quibble over attribution and credit but the central tenant remains true, the sky is blue!

So when the Lord says that I am what I think, that my thoughts have the power of transformation, I believe it completely.  When He says to me that the power of life and death is in my tongue, I don’t quibble with that statement.  I take it as fact.  When He says that salvation is as near as the words out of my mouth, that if I will confess Him as Lord and Savior, I will be saved, I doubt nothing!  I rejoice!!!  I see the evidence of this every time I look in the mirror and recognize that but for the grace of God…

Yes, this all works fine and dandy for Christian believers but what if you’re not of that belief?  What if you haven’t come to that revelation of faith? What should I know or care about vision and dreams?  You can still be transformed by the things you say!  The tone of your day is often set by the very first thing you experience or say in the morning.  Have you ever stubbed your toe getting out of bed or walking to the restroom?  Do things tend to go downhill afterwards?  Think about it.  What was your reaction when you stubbed your toe?  Those words shape what follows!

This is what this post is about and this is why I say to you that vision and dreams are very but what you also have to put into motion are your words!  Faith without work is dead!!  The work affirms your faith and gives substance to your faith.  You put your words into motion by writing!  Write your visions and dreams out.  Write down your visions and dreams and revisit them often.  Make it a daily habit to write WHAT YOU want to SEE HAPPEN.  Your visual cortex is directly impacted by what you write and vice versa.  One reinforces the other and when you write the vision you really do make it plain.  In other words, making it plain actually means to make material, to make real, to bring what was invisible into the visible realm.

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This is what I want you to do every morning and it is very simple…even a caveman could do it (sorry if I have offended any local Neanderthals).  After you pray, meditate or conduct your devotion, sit down for a brief moment in peace.  Don’t get started on the next thing, just give peace a moment to settle on you.  Take out a piece of paper, tablet, cell phone or any device that will allow you to write.  Think in your mind of one thing that you really want to see happen, be completed, or achieved in that day.  One goal, start with one and write it down.  Concentrate on that one thing and nothing else.  Don’t worry about any other aspect of what you want to see happen, i.e. what it will take to accomplish, how much, how long, whom will need to get involved, etc.  Now write your thought out just as it was formed in your mind.  Write it a second time.  Write it five more times for a total of seven.  Try to keep the vision to a sentence or two and later you can expand that as needed.  By keeping it short you don’t get distracted with unnecessary verbiage.  Short and sweet and to the point!

What you have just done is given your vision and dream some preliminary form.  As you see it and read it, your vision will continue to gain clarity and that is what you need.  The clearer the vision the stronger the transformation from the immaterial to the material will be.  This is why when we sometimes ask God for help or assistance, our aid doesn’t seem to come or when it does come it is in a form that we hadn’t even imagined.  Of course, when we get the help we seek, we’re probably satisfied to get it in whatever form it comes!  What I am sharing with you is how to achieve specifically that very thing you hope for with specificity.  You have to be specific and focused when it comes to receiving the thing you want.  If you ask God for anything, any kind of way, then don’t be surprised to receive whatever!

Our Master said to ask and it would be given, to seek and it would be found, to knock and it would be opened (see Matthew 7:7).  You have to ask specifically for the specific thing with specificity.  You have to seek with intensity in order to find exactly what you want.  Last, you have to knock on the door, the right door, in order to enter the room you intend to be in.  All of these things come from a focused clarity and intent.  This is how you begin to actualize your vision and dreams.  Write them down, revise them with specific intent and focus on the dream some more.  The vision will continue to become clearer and clearer until what you are writing is laser focused and on target.  After that you’ve done the most important part.  In the past perhaps you did not receive what you asked for because you didn’t ask and when you did you may have asked incorrectly.  It’s time to change all of that!!!  Gain a strong foothold on your future and write the vision, make it plain.  Once the vision has taken form and become material, it’s much easier to run with it and receive it!!!!  Vision and Dreams have a real purpose in your life so don’t neglect the gift that God has given to us.

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Dreams

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                                                               Dreams.

If you’re not dreaming, you’re not living up to your full potential!!  Dreams are the essential lubricant for positive results in life.  You can’t really perceive all that’s possible while you’re awake and conscious.  As human beings we’re limited that way.  The mind just can’t process everything that you are capable of when the hand of God is upon you!  So God sends us dreams and has given us the ability to Dream so that we can truely be all that He has purposed us to be.  There are literally no limits to what’s possible which means it is up to the realm of the imagination to close the gap between what you don’t have and what you have.

You are what you can imagine!  Your imagination is a true gift from God.  It is in the capacity to imagine a thing that the creative process really takes off.  Dreams are a safe way to receive the powerful word of God in a process that allows us, mankind, to stay sane.  No man has seen God at any time outside of the body and person of Jesus Christ.  I think this is why Dreams serve such a vital purpose in the communication process between God and His creation.  It is through our Dreams that we come to see in a vision what God wants to communicate to us.  Our dreams serve as a language medium between the material and immaterial.  Our Dreams also allows us to craft material with which the Holy Spirit of God can work with.  It is part of the process in any event.  I will discuss other elements in another post.

More precisely, Dreams help us envision the impossible.  Dreams help us see our way into greater heights and possibilities without the distractions of naysayers and negative people.  In our Dreams we can do anything and be anything and achieve anything.  This kind of positive enegry is very powerful.  It sets the stage for an environment of real change because once you receive this positive energy you can step off more easily on faith.  You can reach for what you have envisioned without doubt and with great confidence!!  With no one dragging you down you can do all things through Christ!!  This is the great benefit of Dreams.  They really help you walk in confidence and trust because in your Dreams you are victorious.  It’s not just a slogan!

So don’t let anyone crush your Dreams.  Those Dreams are essential in the creation process.  Your tomorrow and the successes you see, the victory you’ve claimed, and the prizes that are awarded to you are depending on the health of your Dreams.  Don’t let anyone steal that from you.  Just remember that those Dreams are your private communication with the Master Creator and they are meant for you.

So I say Dream big and Dream often.  Meditate on the visions that the Almighty has given you and don’t worry about how those Dreams will come to pass or be realized.  That’s not your job.  Your job is to Dream it, live it, and walk in it with confidence!!

Encourage Your Child

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How many of you remember saying to yourself way back when you were knee-high to a wolverine (not that you ever go that close to measure) that you would never do this or that to your children when you became a parent?  Statements like this may have been made in the moments after a butt whipping or chastisement as we say in today’s vernacular.  You may have felt wronged for the punishment you received, and of course because you were just a child your ability to see the big picture extended only as far as your toy box or TV!  The reasons we were punished never made sense since all we were doing was having fun…true, the cat or neighbors dog paid the price but we’re not talking about that right now!

Most of the time after we were disciplined (whupped as we say in my house) and went to sleep, a normal side effect of a good whupping, we would be fine and all was forgotten.  It was again time to play.  Who had time to remember what we were disciplined for.  Day light was burning!  There were girls’ hair waiting to be pulled!!!

But there are also those times when the discipline can go too far, not just in terms of physical abuse, at least not in my case, but in terms of the emotional pain inflicted.  Punishing or disciplining in the heat of anger is always a bad idea.  For one, the risk of doing actual physical harm increases.  Two, when words are spoken in anger they can be just as harmful, hurtful, and painful as the physical discipline.  It is usually the words that are remembered the most and have the longest effect on a young mind.

So perhaps a change in tactics is called for.  I know, sometimes it’s hard to keep your temper in check and this kettle will refrain from describing the pot as black in color!  And yes, I understand that stress can play a huge role in how we react to different things.  When our children get in trouble we tend to fall back on what we experienced growing up.  We do what we saw.  We say what we heard and it’s almost instinctive.  We may even know subconsciously that there is a better way but our first reaction is normally what we go with unless we train ourselves to do differently.

I remember saying to myself after receiving my punishment that I wouldn’t do my kids this way.  I would treat them differently.  I would do this or that better.  I was not concerned with the purpose behind the discipline or the love that spurred it.  At the time I couldn’t see that my mother’s efforts were keeping me out of jail and an early grave.  I was a selfish child and only understood my point of view and my immediate goals.

When I became a father by the grace of God, I started disciplining the same way I was.  I was going to put the fear of God into my children.  I was not going to spare the rod and spoil them.  I didn’t know that there was another way, even though I promised myself growing up that I would do things differently.  Then it dawned on me…my greatest improvements, my best achievements, always occurred after my mother lavished praise and encouragement on me.  I always did better when I knew my dad was in the stands watching me play football and cheering me on.  I always rose to the occasion when I needed to take tests because I knew it would make my mother smile to see my name on the dean’s list!  Encouragement and not fear was the difference.

I still believe there is a place for stern discipline, but I have also come to understand that encouraging your child can be just as effective as the rod of correction.  I wouldn’t say throw away the rod, but I would say we need to balance its use with the following ratio: 1:7, that is, for every application or occurrence of the rod pour on seven doses of encouragement or praise.  As a rule, if you can’t think of seven things to praise your child for, then put the rod away as the instrument of discipline and find another way.

You can encourage your child to do better, be better and aspire to greater things.  Speak encouragement into their ears, into their spirit, into their whole lives and you will change them for the better.  Your words have power, use this power for good and not evil.

Manhood Foolishness

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Juanita Story

From sinew to bone, from my eyes to yours, I am struck by this thing called manhood!

The halls ring all day long with the caustic sound of your half-truths and lies.

Shades of a man that once was are in evidence everywhere.

Upon the desk, scattered and painted with the fine caress of dusts’ playful anguish, I can see it all.

Piled high now, your unkept words, your wayward responsibilities laughingly haunt my dreams.

Such arrogance.  Such bravado.  Such shame.  Yet you find glory in the hunger pains of those too weak to say enough, too weak to stand for themselves, too young to understand.

This then is your glory and your legacy.  Yours is a heritage now begun under the clouds of deceit and cowardice.

There is no pause button here.  Life has no more time nor riches to waste on what should have been glorious days of love and births and songs sung without hope’s loss…

I for one cannot abide your silence yet I crave your absence.  I desire this void be filled with another more worthy than you.

I cannot teach you to love yourself.  What fields of folly called you away on that day of learning is lost to me.

I cannot put steel in your spine.  The water damage is too severe to repair.

I cannot give you sight.  You poured too much hate into those soulless sockets.

I cannot open your understanding.  Ears closed and capped with lies and whispers of false pride prevent further hearing though truth sings as loud as the siren song of a thousand space shuttles.

From sinew to bone, from my eyes to yours, I am lifted by this thing called womanhood.

Night Cries…Part 6

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Timotei

Erik waved over his data pod and found the name he needed, Dr. Voguebuk.  Dr. Voguebuk was one of Erik’s earliest mentors and one of only a handful of people that had the intellectual capacity to understand him.  If anyone could help explain what Erik was experiencing it was Dr. Voguebuk.

After Julia’s shapely form disappeared from Erik’s peripheral, he started on his way to Dr. Voguebuk’s office which wasn’t very far from his own lab.  Erik didn’t walk much, not when sky boards made physical locomotion redundant. Today, he needed it.  The events of the past few hours had drained him.  He felt weak and off balance.  This was a new experience for him and he didn’t like feeling lost and uncertain.

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The sky boards were whizzing by him, various people in all manner of unified dress were headed this way and that.  Some stood motionless atop their sky board reading from their data-grams without a care in the world.  They were completely disconnected from reality it seemed.  The data-grams floated in front of their eyes, flashing the latest world event before them.  Others were speaking into the air, conversing via electron probe-lines with colleagues or whomever.  No one walked anymore and the sight of Erik making his way across the great bastion way went unnoticed.  No one cared and Erik wouldn’t have either but today was not a normal day and Erik noticed a little of everything as he walked.  There were weeds growing along the bastion way!  There were rustic streaks of oxidation painted across the base lamps that lined the bastion.  Pieces of paper flirted and tumbled across the picturesque lawns that abutted the office spaces on either side of the bastion.  There was a faint odor in the air near one of the rain run offs.  Erik glanced around for the origin of the foul odor.  Down into the run off lay a lumpy hairy form.  A cat, from the looks of it, lay sprawled along the grating, its hair and flesh rotted away.  Erik paused, starring at the dead thing in amazement.  He had never seen so much garbage and debris in Center City downtown.  The rover bots ran on 24 hour cycles and these things should not have been missed.  Erik made a mental note and continued on.

When Erik reached Dr. Voguebuk’s office, he found the old man wheezing slowly, hunched over his desk.  The adjacent lab was dark but looked empty.  None of his normal attendants were on hand.  He was alone, something Erik found disconcerting.  The professor was never alone.  He always had students about.  His lab was always abuzz with graduate student activity and his desk seemed perpetually surrounded by candidates seeking an audience with him.  Erik approached the slumping man.

Dr. Voguebuk was 76 years old and he looked every bit of it.  As Erik got closer he could see the deep lines of age etched into his worn face.  He really looked old and tired.  He barely registered Erik’s presence.  He slowly lifted his face to look directly at Erik.  His shoulders were heaving slowly as he appeared to struggle to draw enough air.  Erik was puzzled by this because although Dr. Voguebuk was old, he was in very good health last he heard.

“Dr. Voguebuk, are you alright”, Erik whispered.  There was a pause and Dr. Voguebuk glanced around his office and then at his lab window.

Slowly and with strain, Dr. Voguebuk replied, “No.  I am not.  Why are you here?”  His words were barely audible.

“I saw something I cannot explain and I was hoping you might be able to help me understand what it is I saw”, Erik said.  At that, the doctor’s breathing slowed.  He straightened himself and looked up into Erik’s face and into his eyes specifically.  Eternity seemed to pass before he spoke.

“I am afraid Erik”, the doctor wheezed.  “If you can’t explain it, and the event has brought you here to my door, then I am afraid the trouble is far bigger than any explanation I provide can handle.  What happen?”

Erik shared the whole story with his mentor.  He left out no detail and was precise in his telling.  He even shared his observations during his walk to the professor’s office.  When he finished, Dr. Voguebuk’s face was pale.  The professor nodded his head and looked down.  Erik thought the professor was about to collapse and moved towards the old man.  Dr. Voguebuk lifted a hand to stop him and pointed at his workstation instead.

“There at my workstation is the answer I believe you seek”, the professor said.  His breathing grew labored again.  Erik walked to the workstation and saw the various hand written notes and pages of formulas.  They all looked the same as through the professor had been repeating himself over and over again, performing the same proofs with the same results.  Erik sat at the work station and began pouring over the professor’s notes.  It didn’t take long.  Erik spun in his chair and looked directly at the professor, a look of incredulity spreading across on his face.

“Is this what I think it is Sir?”

The professor rose, his legs shaking, weak with strain and said, “Yes, it is.  One of my graduate students came across a particular effect after applying the Third Theorem of JorgonBass.  We had never encountered this particular effect and started running tests to confirm the results”, said the professor.  The Third Theorem of JorgonBass suggested that when anti-matter was held at zero molecular activity, a chain reaction occurs that produces solar radiation equal in proportion to the mass of the anti-matter being held at zero molecular activity.  It was JorgonBass’ theorem that made the great skybridge possible.  It was a breakthrough in modern quantum physics and it was one that Erik himself often applied in his many inventions.

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“We ran countless simulations and always the same results”, said professor Voguebuk.

Erik asked, “what was the effect Dr. Voguebuk?”

“Adhesion breakage across the fifth and sixth parallel”, responded Dr. Voguebuk.

Erik’s jaw dropped.  “But that’s not possible Sir, it can’t be”.

“You’re looking at the results in your hand my son.  You saw it and I didn’t have to explain anything.  You saw the results for yourself Erik”.

“Professor”, Erik began to pace the office as he spoke, “If there is adhesion breakage, and across the fifth and sixth parallel…that means, that means that our world could phase into…” he couldn’t bring himself to say it.

“Immaterial sludge”, the professor finished for him.  “Once the fifth parallel collapses, our world will cease vibrating at its present frequency. Once that happens and the sixth parallel cracks, we will start a wobble that will change our solar orbit and bring us into complete phase with the dark realm”, the professor finished and sat back into his chair.

“Sir is it possible that we’ve already started a glide path into the dark realm”, Erik asked.

“Erik, I, yes I suppose it is possible”, said the professor.

“Could that explain what I saw and experienced today?”

Techno City 13“Son I believe it might.  You didn’t imagine this.  Given our current phase and influxuity, you may have experienced inhabitants of the dark realm but since no one has ever encountered any of these entities this is speculation on my part”, explained the professor.  “The question I would want answered were I you is why you?  Why and how did it find you and appear to you?  Why was it so personal in its attack?”

Erik mulled over the professor’s statement silently.  Something had to be done.

“Sir, have you shared your findings with anyone else”, Erik asked.  I noticed your office and lab are completely empty.  Where is everyone?”

“Erik…what I didn’t share with you is what happened after each experiment.  Each time we ran a model simulation and reproduced the effect of the Third Theorem, we would lose an attendant or a graduate student.  They would just vanish.  It was as if they were never here.  We simply could not find them or account for them in any physical or meaningful way”, retorted the professor.

There was silence between them.  Except for the low hum inside the professor’s lab, the office and surrounding area was completely still.  Then Dr. Voguebuk spoke.

“I may have solved part of the effect Erik.  I started working a reduction on the effect, something that would not involve any other person or put anyone else at risk.  Each time I ran the reduction however…it cost me.  I can’t explain it, but parts of my internal organs have started phasing in and out of the present space.  My heart stopped last week and had it not been for my health tech-bot, I would not be here speaking with you now”.

Erik’s face brightened.  A problem had presented itself and now he had a purpose, something he could devote his immense intellect towards solving.  “How can I help professor”, Erik said, hoping rising in his voice.

“My derivations are inside my lab along with the last reduction model.  I also have additional notes on my system processer”, professor Voguebuk exclaimed.  The professor started to rise again when sirens started blaring inside his lab.  The whole room began to shudder and the floor beneath them vibrated violently.  The whole left side of professor Voguebuk started to pulse and shimmer then vanished in a bloody shredding of flesh and bone.  The horrified scream of the professor lasted but an instant as he collapsed in a heap upon his office floor.

Erik stared in utter disbelief.  His mind was being assaulted.  His ears were overwhelmed by the sirens screaming from within the lab.  He felt paralyzed with fear.  He had to move, he had to do something.  He closed his eyes…and the sirens stopped.  The floor stopped moving and all that remained was the twisted ragged remains of his mentor, Dr. Voguebuk.  The floor was thick with his blood but Erik stepped cautiously through it and made his way to the lab.  Looking back at his mentor’s form Erik felt a sudden pang of loss.  He couldn’t really process it but it was a new sensation for him.  He felt something.  He couldn’t dwell on that right now.  The professor died trying to solve the effect of the Third Theorem.  Erik would see to it that he did not die in vain.  The answer was in Professor Voguebuk’s lab and that’s where he needed to start if he was going to save Cold World.

Go Home Charity

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Juanita Story

Charity begins at home. What if you don’t have a home? What if every door knocked upon denied you respite? What if only the soles of your feet could tell the story of your departure?

Where then is charity? Where is she when only the painful comfort of blacken asphalt remembers your name? Where is she when black eyes and crows call you cousin and friend? Where is charity when the dew of night’s fallen mist is your blanket?

Come now to me lover. Explain your absence. Explain my broken heart.  Come now to me my champion.  Pull my hair and release my darkness.  Explain your travels.  Explain the means of your great escape.  Take me down and reveal my tear.

If the sounds of her Nubian experience frighten you, disarm you, make you pale with regret, then charity has found her home. Open wide and welcome her in. Her chains rattle for but a moment. Her back is yet unbowed. Glistening is her many sorrows but she has found her home. Pull back the curtain and watch her dance in the firelight of a new tomorrow.

Charity begins at home and home is where her heart was.  She is out there, somewhere.  Her heart is at home, out there, somewhere.

Charity is home. Her company is well fed. Their beds are warm and well slept. Charity is alone.

Night Cries…Part 5

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By

Timotei

 

Soft echoes rang against the inside of his skull, bouncing vague thoughts and memories through his cluttered mind.  Erik felt himself shaking back and forth, a still yet small voice calling his name quietly at first and then with increasing panic.

“Erik, wake up son”, he heard his mother say…his mother?  Erik opened his eyes slowly, fearfully, not sure of what he was going to see.  His mother’s soft smile greeted him.  Erik launched himself into her arms, trembling as he clung desperately to her.

“Mom”, Erik gasped.  “Are you ok”?

“Erik, of course I’m ok.  Are you ok”, she responded.  “You’re drenched.  Why were you sleeping in my doorway?  Where you sleep walking?”

Erik paused; his mind began processing the night’s events.  He had to remind himself that his earth mother was not aware of Cold World, or for that fact who Erik really was.  To her, Erik was just an eight year old, curly headed boy, who likes to play all day and tell fantastic stories.  In truth, Erik was a 25 year super genius from an alternate world known as Cold World.  He had effected his greatest invention in a quest to save himself and his world from the after effects of Divestiture.  Divestiture was the process wherein the citizens of Cold World cut off all social and emotional development in pursuit of pure knowledge.  Children were indoctrinated at the earliest to shed emotional contacts including parental ties.  Everything in Cold World was driven towards the development of pure knowledge and technological advancement.  The sages of Cold World had long ago reasoned that human emotion hindered evolutionary growth, that society could never outpace its suicidal tendencies unless it divested itself of all human emotion.

Slowing his breathing and regaining his composure Erik said, “I don’t think so mommy.  I think I had a dream and it scared me, but I don’t remember what the dream was about.”

“Let’s get you back to your room then.  How about I make you some pancakes and maybe some of the dream will come back to you.  If it doesn’t then don’t worry about it because the bad dream is gone and you never have to worry about it again ok”, his mother soothed.

“Ok, pancakes, yes”, Erik feigned excitement.  Pancakes always fixed everything and they were his favorite so that would help distract his mother.

She carried his little body securely back to his own room and sat him down on his bed.  She brushed his blond hair away from his eyes and said, “Get yourself cleaned up and ready for the best pancakes ever.  They should be ready in about fifteen minutes ok.”

Erik nodded his head with a bright smile.  As his mother departed, his mind again started racing through the images of last night.  His earth mother was alive.  She had not killed her.  He must have been dreaming but was it all a dream?  His earth mother didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary in his room.  The stench was gone.  His bed was dry.  He looked at Fran.  His brother was still asleep.  But it was all so real but there were no signs, nothing that he could detect lingered from her.  Erik rubbed his eyes and headed to the bathroom.  As soon as the bathroom lights came on he saw it.  On the medicine cabinet mirror just over the sink, scraggly writing stretched across the entire mirror surface.  The words, I’m not done with you boy” dripped eerily across the mirror as though a boney finger had traced the words through a hazy, frost covered surface. 

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Erik started to make a sound but nothing could get through his constricted throat.  He was suddenly paralyzed with fear.  He started to turn when the bathroom door slammed shut so hard the floor vibrated.  The lights began to flicker when Erik heard his earth mother shout up to him, “Erik, what was that?  Please don’t slam the doors this early. You might wake your dad.”

Erik tried to reply.  He wanted to say something, anything, but the sounds wouldn’t come out.  The lights continued to flicker then they died.  The bathroom was dark.  The room was engulfed in silence and all Erik could hear, no feel, was his own heartbeat.  He reached for the light switch and flicked it back and forth and the lights again sprang to life.  The tub was full of water and in the water a form appeared just beneath the surface.  She opened her eyes and grinned at him.  She started speaking and through the bubbling water terror laced words burst into Erik’s hearing, “I’m going to end you boy”, and with that she started thrashing around in the tub in an attempt to get out…but she could not.  Her efforts splashed water all over the floor and walls.  She raised herself halfway but could get no further.  Boney, scaled fingers gripped the tub’s edges as she sought to pull herself free.  She stretched out her gaunt, encrusted hand, elongated fingers tipped with broken but razor sharp claws, towards Erik.  Her eyes blazed out pure and simple hate and she was focused on the boy.  She started screaming and howling so loud that the bathroom walls vibrated.

“I will have you boy, I will have you boy, I will have you boy”, she shrieked over and over again.  Her sunken chest heaved violently with every word.  Her face was twisted with effort.  Her eyes were red with bloody passion and determination.  She spun around in the tub, kicking and screaming until the tub began to rock itself loose.  The plaster and molding started cracking and falling to the floor mixing with the already splashed water and creating a white paste on the bathroom floor.

There was a pounding on the door.  Little Fran called to Erik, “Erik…what’s going on?”

Erik withdrew to the far wall and sank to his knees.  His whole body shook with fear.  He closed his eyes and started screaming as loud as he could…

Guard Your Prosperity

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Seeing your way through a major problem isn’t always easy and once you do, you should work just as hard to preserve your victory!  Often times people do not want to see your success.  They may mouth the words that say otherwise but many times hard feelings are formed against what you have achieved.

I can’t pretend to know what is in every man’s heart, but actions speak louder than words.  Just look at your circle of friends and acquaintances and ask yourself whether there is a change in the air when you come into great success or break throughs. What happens when you share your good news with others?  What words are spoken into your ear?  Do they affirm your blessings or do they naysay?

When you have fought hard to form a positive self image, a new answer to a persistent problem, or some vision of health and wealth for you and your family, don’t let the enemy snipe at it.  Don’t cast these pearls before those who despise good things.  Guard your prosperity, make sure that no one tears down what you have fought to build up.

In your mouth are the keys to change and faith.  In the mouth of those not aligned with your vision are the keys to your demise and that of your dreams.  You have to learn to distance yourself from those whose dreams run counter to your own.  Two people cannot truly walk together unless they agree.  Make sure that you walk the path set before you, the one you have envisioned, the one that leads to greater prosperity and purpose.  If someone is walking with you but is speaking and believing counter to your purpose and destiny, your own path will become confused.  You may even find yourself straying from purpose, your purpose, and walking in someone else’s path.

I think this is what often happens.  People get lead astray and start adopting someone else’s vision, then they get despondent when their life is convoluted, unproductive and indebted.  How can you prosper following someone else’s vision and purpose?  If you do this, your own prosperity will languish and so will you.  You won’t live up to your own potential.  This is what you often see when you encounter complainers and people full of bitterness.

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So I say Guard your prosperity.  Protect it, cherish it and nurture it by devoting time to concentrate on what you have envisioned.  Build a habit of reaffirming your vision and don’t share it with everybody.  People can see your prosperity from afar and learn from your methods after the fact, but while your developing your vision guard your prosperity carefully.  If you have a vision board, great, but don’t post it or display it for public scrutiny.  It is your vision.  Make sure you see it.  No one else needs to see it.  I say this because when others see what you have envisioned for yourself, they ask questions.  These questions can sometimes be very negative and demotivating.  This is because they don’t understand your vision and how do people react to things they don’t understand?  They oppose them, they strike out against them and attempt to dismantle them and make you feel silly for having such passion and vision.

Questions from these type of people can have a real debilitating effect on your spirit and your vision.  These questions can appear to be harmless at first.  Someone might ask, “do you really think it’s a good idea to see that job making $350,000 a year”, or “why buy a Mercedes?  People who buy those care only about image.  You don’t want to be that person do you?”  When you hear questions like this what does it do to what you have dreamed about?  It is deflating.

Guard your prosperity 6So cast off the naysayers and guard your prosperity.  Your dreams are yours and they have come into your life just for you.  Relish them and see yourself walking in the prosperity God intended for you to have.  Let the naysayers sit and spin!!!  You roll out in your Mercedes filled with the knowledge that $350,000 is sitting in the bank at your disposal!!!