We perceive with our cosmic powers, but we do not use them to destroy worlds.

Old, or new.

We use our power to search for lost souls.

We try to go above and beyond as we carry on with our tasks in High Council work.

We have been around since before Genesis.

Before the very beginning of time...

Ah, see how the sun in the centre of the Milky Way shines on all there. Oh, see how powerful that light is, reaching even the farthest asteroid— the planetoid, -dwarf, or minor planet, Pluto.

Meanwhile, in a land far, far away from the Milky Way, a young warrior wishes to join the High Council, so she gathers her bags and charts her ship to the High Council’s planet, Nuben. While she is on her way, her ship misses its trajectory. Finding herself wandering space for aeons

Until she lands on another planet, Frith, Once she lands on Frith, she tries to breathe in its air, but her lungs feel like they are on fire!

The young warrior tries to cool her lungs with Frith’s cool waters. Her frown turns upside down as the swiftly moving waters extinguish the fire she felt.

A voice cries out to her from the calm planet’s starry evening sky; it lets her know that she will be okay. The voice also shares with her that even while she is on Frith, she can join the High Council; they are willing to let her be a member because she has taken the first step of a voyage to Frith, the High Council’s headquarters.

Now many more young warriors journey across the infinite pockets of space & time-travelling to infinity and beyond, Nuben, Frith, and the Milky Way!

#PEREGRINATIONS ©️

2nd June, 2023.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Ka_pLC7Svfo

At that place where cresting waves

Reach high

To blend and part the earthly veil...

That sacrificial line between time and space,

Sea and sky,

You and I,

I did detect an egress

In the swirling Eddy, while the gulls danced

With the diamonds, on the periphery...

It was your eyes, and I

Locked on...

While the madness of the depths

Grew grim,

Your blue green windows opened up, and

A moonlight trail began to wind off

Into the horizon of your landscape...

I saw a dock somewhere beneath

A charcoal shadow to the right,

And I dropped my anchor there within your

Globes of sea and sky...

Suddenly a stillness settled over all...

The churning waves began to quell...

My hands dipped into yours,

Lightening cracked...

Your mouth to mine,

We gelled together,

Shifting clouds,

And mixing pallettes

While we lifted to the heavens

Just like windblown seeds so high!...

Arriving at this state of mind

With clouds gathering in our armpits,

And the blue water splashing far

Below our feet...

I feel you invade every swollen inch of my body...

You've encompassed me

Like the sea to sky

And you to I...

5/28/23

Bunny Villaire

For: Mavia Villaire

Edit #2

I met a beautiful girl today.

I met an irritating boy this morning.

I hugged her, and gently kissed her cheek.

I said hello, and he kissed me!

She rolled her eyes and ran away!

I tried to get away from him.

She turned and taunted me, so I chased her.

He didn’t chase me at first, so I stuck out my tongue.

I ran after her, but she was very fast.

He started running after me, but he was slow.

I gave up; she didn’t like my kiss anyway.

He gave up too soon; I wondered if he really liked me.

I wish she hadn’t run away, she was so pretty.

I wish he hadn’t quit; he was kind of cute.

It was her fault for running away.

It was his fault for not catching me.

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© 2017 - dustygrein

I try to write. I know I'm capable of it. I've written some decent things in the past. I've even written some things I'm proud of. But every time I sit down to write something I get distracted. I'm too hyped up to concentrate. Certain thoughts enter my brain and I lose my train of thought. Lately I can't even play chess. I used to play chess to just relax and stimulate my mind but lately it's like I don't even know how to play. It's not like I'm on drugs or anything. I don't know. It's almost like I'm ....

your features radiant with primal grace

your body in obedience gives room

to our expanding life, a hiding place,

a safe and silent sanctuary womb

expecting stars to lighten up the gloom

and earths & moons to fill in empty space

this mortal race awakes but to resume

the tread of daily work’s circuitous pace

our expectations show a common face

no different from what first we did presume

but nature, in its love and warm embrace

provides new life, sets flowers in full bloom

a bosom raised in graceful pregnancy

the future of a race in infancy

Water rushes over rocks

roaring into a white foaming waterfall

filling in cracks and crevasses in the cliffside

like water fills in everything

and Jesus said he’s living water

and I think that means

faith fills everything

the cracks and crevasses of our minds

it makes things real that we just can’t see

makes the irrational rational

makes futures from dreams

and like water it fills our minds and bodies

and starts exhausted legs walking

brings dead hope back to life

turns the old young

and helps us walk on water

FRIENDSHIP WARNING: If you aren’t ready to be hit with deep, true emotional truth, don’t bother getting close. I cry at sad movies, and sometimes harder at happy ones. I generate story-telling poetry—of joy, fear, comedy, and tragedy in equal measure—on the fly, and I write stories designed to pull on heartstrings, and then twist and transform at the last moment.

I give away a lot of love to others in my life, and since it is the one gift you always get back in bigger measure, people tend to love me back, which is just fine with me. I am patient, kind, and generous, unless you threaten someone I care about, and then I will replace my cuddly teddy-bear smile dentures with sharpened fangs, and I will bite if provoked. Not many will ever see me remove the smile I wear like a mask; the world is a dark place, so I do my best to brighten it with a smile on the outside, even when I’m not in a smiling mood on the inside.

I may be old, fat, and getting gray, but my heart is still very much alive and well, and I wear it on my sleeve. So if you start caring about me, just know I cared about you first, and then just accept the fact that friendship with an old Poohbear is a forever deal.

X,

You chided me. Said I spent too much time on that “shitty app”. What did you call it? “like Twitter and Facebook for wannabe writers”? That is was nothing more than a social media dumpster fire, “full of drama” and for “mediocre talent”. You called me naïve and too quick to join the “clique”. You regarded my interaction with other writers with utter disgust and jealousy.

Your words stung. I’m not sure if it hurt more because of coming from a lifelong friend, or from a fellow writer I had always respected. You being both, it certainly hurt. But this is not the reason for my email. I want to let you know I am leaving everything behind in order to focus on my writing.

First, I want to tell you ‘thank you’. Thank you for fortifying my suspicion that I may indeed have a story within worth telling. Without your disparaging words regarding my talent and social habits, I may have never taken this drastic step of cutting ties and pursuing seclusion. Your harsh words have ignited a fire in me to write like I never have before. Thank you.

Second, goodbye. Do not reply to this email. You will not hear from me again. I am excited for life’s upcoming chapters; I feel they will be some of my best yet. Our friendship is now a mere footnote of regret in a book forever shelved. Be well.

Wannabe writer no more,

Mariah

To whoever this may concern,

Life is short. And if I had continued lingering on my unsatisfactory, perpetual workdays and the weekends, which passed me by like a meteor, far in the night skies, quick and barely perceivable, I'm afraid I might transform into some lost spirit post my death, haunting old houses and creepy, dark woods. And I don't plan on being a nuisance after my death, which would only contribute to my mumbling paternal grandfather's distasteful prediction that I would be a massive waste of time and effort, given a chance. Also, I would be eternally grateful if you could hold back your irritable impulses to retrieve and establish me back into my mundane, tiresome, unimaginative life that I used to charter. Because if my calculations are not altered by any unexpected factors I forgot to consider, I will return on my own accord in around a year. Until then, I would be finally leading a life that I love and should have lived in this mortal, transient experience of being yet another human on this little blue planet, potentially insignificant in the grand scheme of the universe and everything in it. Thank you for reading and your patience-- see you in a year, hopefully not.

Hanging by a thread,

Hope Tulow