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Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Tales Of Poseidonia The Power Spirits Part X1v

Writen by Dennis Siluk

Port of Poseidonia: The Power Spirits [The Incarnation of the King]

Let us not all believe Atlantis and its demonic forces, and Hell with its hidden secrets, and dark powers, did not use them in all dimensions, and throughout the Universe. And this sketch will bring forth, some of them. XIV

1 Incarnating

Life is never graceful long enough to fall to sleep in a valley, either you find yourself shortly after a quick dose climbing up, or climbing down the mountains on each side of the valley, the valley of issues, life's issues that is, problems, etc.,: ah, life is a test of endurance is it not, until old age creeps up, and we seemingly let go because it is too damn hard to get back up on our feet. But dying is not death in the long term, no there is another phase to life, matter-of-fact, we may have several more phases to live. Let's look at one.

Phrygian had just gotten his first assignment from Hell. I will explain it to you as it was to him: Agaliarept was to release him from Hell, so Belphegor, the King of Demons, could now have full authority over him. Let no anyone think, Hell, and the Universe with all its hardness has no hierarchy. It is similar to Heavens. You see, it should be well understood in the invisible and supernatural world, Satan duplicates Heaven, although it is not quite to ones advantage to say it too loud, save for the fact, the main man might hear you, and woops, off you go back to Mount Hades for a spell. In any case, it was explained to Phrygian that both God and Satan have what they call, 'Power Spirits,' they travel and do God's work, or in the case of Hell, Belphegor's work, who gets his orders directly from Satan. Thus, they travel possibly from planet to planet, or if assigned to earth, from country or city to wherever assigned. In material form [incarnating], whatever form is needed. To incarnate, or to be made flesh, one only needs to have the power to do so. And on earth, you cannot survive long in a spirit form, you need to incarnate, and only a few have this power. It is a given power, as is the travel assignments. Thus, on his travels (it was explained to him) you will also find God's Power Spirits, from Heaven: here and there. It is best to leave the area alone or to call on assistance, you can call Bijoy or me, and so it was explained: we will assist you. If you are cast into a pig or something like that, you will not have outsmarted God's forces, and that is a point of contention for Hell.

2 WWI

What was going to take place was a new career he thought. But was this necessary; was there no rest in the Universe? His first assignment was simple, or so he thought. There was a war going on, and they called it The Great War [1917]. He was to seek out a person in France, whose old lover had a child; she had gotten marred and was in her late forties; Donald, was also in his forties, and a Major in the US Army. He wanted Phrygian to get involved with his command. To—if need be—materialize and become an officer. Take the uniform off a dead soldier and play the war game. He couldn't be killed. The main objective was to see that Major Donald Pepper would get shot and killed in action. The woman he had gotten pregnant had married another man, she was in her own right cold, and hungry for money in her youth. She never told her new husband the child belonged to another man, and Donald never interfered with her life. He did although leave her a memorandum when he left, he left her his picture and old mantleclock, the clock was a wedding gift, and his note said,

"The ringing of the clock, it will remind you of your cold, cold heart, and the dark wood, of your sinful nature, for I have loved you, and gave you a son, only to be raised by a rich mans greed."

Well, she did marry Henry as she had planned, and she did think of Donald often. And sometimes she would not wind the eight day clock, and her husband would. She had even cheated on her husband, and now had stopped for he had caught them in the kitchen: not doing anything, other than smiling at each other, but it was obvious. She, Sally Gunderson loved her husband Henry, and her son. And had forgotten about Donald for the most part; yet, every half decade she'd look at his picture, when her husband was in his room sleeping—look at it dreamy like.

Phrygian needed to make sure he was killed, or in his will, the death letter the military sends to the family, next of kin, was to be sent to Sally Gunderson.

3 The Colonel

It was the third day into battle within the French trenches, the Americans and British and the French all were fighting the Germans, and Colonel Phrygian, in an American uniform, had ordered the Ammo Humpers, who brought back and forth ammunition to the dugouts, to bring now more ammo, they had enough, and to supply another area. Thus, as the Colonel met Donald, he was a courageous soldier indeed, but beside him was a young woman, she had a camera, and the more he looked, the more he seemed to know her. And for some odd reason, their eyes connected.

"What did you say your name was Colonel," she asked, with the Major watching the scene. Colonel Phrygian.

"That sir, is a very old name, one that goes back before written history I fear."

"And your name?" asked Phrygian.

"Miss Lailis, no last name, I prefer this."

A silence took place, and Phrygian said, "I know you," it was his first love, the one that took poison with him. A tear filled his eyes she knew what side of the fence he was on, you can tell between such supernatural beings.

"Why are you here Colonel?" he knew she knew all the history that took place now it wasn't hard to tap into information needed. He thought of what his tutors told him, to try and avoid a confrontation.

"Well Colonel," said the Major, "it seems you two have met before, and I have a battle to run, and I am waiting for the Ammo Humpers to bring us some damn ammo before were blasted out of her to kingdomcome."

Lailis looked at the Major, "There will be no Ammo, the Colonel made sure of that."

"No ammo," said the Major, "What does the Colonel have to do with ammo, our ammo," he looked strangle at both of them.

"I need to get you out of here," said Lailis, but the Major would not hear of it, she knew it was a set up. As the Major turned his back to find someone to go get some more ammo, he was hit in the head with a piece of metal, he now tried to stand up, and instantly, Lailis with some internal power, with her eyes and hands pushed the Colonel backward like a tornado away from him, and a few a hundred feet or so beyond her, he had collided into a bunker, and lost his breath. The major was dead.

4 Chicago

Sally answered the door, she was handed a letter, it had on it, the Department of the Army; she opened it, her husband was sleeping, and there was the letter, "…died in battle…1917…in the line of duty…" she looked at the mantleclock, grabbed it, ran outside, her son was now seventeen years old, she hugged the clock, and she tripped, by a person who just happened to be waiting outside, and before she fell on the cement, a woman showed up and caught her.

"Hello, the strange woman said, I'm here to comfort you because of that letter." Sally didn't know who she was, but thought it was connected with the Army. Then she looked over at the strange man,

"And you sir, how can I help you?"

"Oh, I, I was just passing by, and was going to see if I could get some orders for people to write soldiers overseas, but I see you have a loss, I'll come another time."

Said Lailis in a commanding voice, "I'm much better at this than you sir, no need to ever come back, it would be better for you that way, I promise you."

Phrygian had accomplished the main part of his mission, the second part was only told to him, and given to him after the success of the first. And this being his first mission, he was given an accommodation for outstanding performance. It's funny he thought, how they both ended up on different sides of the pendulum.

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Monday, October 13, 2008

Last Night In Tokyo Chapter 5 And 6

Writen by Dennis Siluk

Chapter Five and Six

We had stopped at a tour place, and Kikue gave them two tickets she had purchased a few weeks earlier, then we got onto a bus that morning and drove out towards Mt. Fuji [9000-feet]; later on that day, I would be above the clouds, almost on top of Mt. Fuji, but first we went to a lake and flower area, an outside conservatory of sorts, larger than a garden I should say, and many rows of flowers. Then it was afternoon and we went to eat by a lake, there was but forty of us on the bus, but again Kikue seemed to have gotten mad at me, I was upset also for the way her family and sister treated me, and how she had shunned me, and it was all getting bottle up for both of us. I grabbed a necklace I bought for her and threw it in the lake. Then feeling bad, I bought her a new one. Then when we went to eat, we seemed to be the lone ducks, and the servers had to find more food for us. Thereafter, we went up the mountain to a certain level of Mt. Fuji, and I climbed the rest of the way. It was quite inspiring.

On our way back to Tokyo, Mt. Fuji turned into a pale daunting shadow, from my train window, a most beautiful one.

Chapter Six: Night Five, Day Six

Kikue got angry that night as we sat crossed leg in our little apartment in Tokyo. She had forgotten all the fighting we had done, all the disrespect their family threw upon me; her disrespect with her sister by the subway and cafés, also she forgot the disruption I created by the lake: but it was all coming out now, sideways: her mood was aggressive. Out of me and out of her came unkind words. She was kind of threatening, in the sense I did not know my way around Tokyo, and I sensed she wanted to leave me stranded. I told myself I could find my way to the blasted airport if she left, so I told her if that was the way she felt, angry and didn't want to cool down she could leave, I'd manage, and she slowed her anger to a more somber, or sad mood than a demanding and angry mood.

I understood she was upset I was leaving to Guam in the morning, but it wasn't new information, it was what I had told her all along. We had plans up to this point to marry some time in the future [no certain date, just verbal plans, and based on if we could keep a cool relationship in place, or so that is how I based it on], we had talked about it briefly, and I felt I needed more time to look at the whole situation, and she had gone along with it, but I knew this evening it was over. Perhaps I knew it long before but I needed Japan to explain to my subconscious the amalgamation, why so many haunting thoughts were coming to surface in this situation. I was perhaps anticipating marriage on the grounds she was a good woman, and fair. This was really not enough I suppose. And now her parents were not tossing insults over the phone, they were doing it in front of me (or had been). And she was doing exactly what her parents had done, and she was against. They controlled her, and she wanted to control me. Control is a big word, and perhaps over used here, I don't mind closeness between mates, but domination is not good for anyone—nor is codependency. I wanted a healthy relationship as a whole, not in part. Meaning, socially, with our faiths, psychologically, physically or sexually, and so for and on. Not really too much to ask. I was not looking for perfection, rather, a sidekick, I had been married before, I didn't really need a wife: I needed a sidekick that was a wife.

And so I left Tokyo, and she looked out the big by window as I left.

On my way back from Java, my ultimate destination, from my visit at Borobudur, the Great Buddha temple, which was magnificent, on my top ten places in the world to go, it was number three, the Taj Mahal being number one, which I had seen in 1998, and the Great Pyramids of Giza, in 1998, number two, and in 1996, I had went to China, and seen the Great Wall, number four on my list. I had plans now to return to Minnesota, via, Japan, and head on to Peru, to see Machu Picchu, that would prove to be number seven on my list. In the future I'd go to many more places, in 2001, the Amazon, and in 2003, the Galapagos, and in 2006, the Panama Canal, the Canal being number #11, but I never made a list beyond ten. Anyhow, on my return to Minnesota I stopped over in Japan, only at the airport to change planes, I had a hour, and as I walled alongside the windows to the corridors to lead me to the right gate, I saw a woman staring from the window at me, her pale silhouette, I think it was Kikue, I'm not sure, when I looked back up after a moment she was gone. She did write me a few times after, and her parents did apologize for their misbehavior, but I had discovered a women I fell in love with in Peru and married her two months later, it felt right, and was right.

Note: although the story is true in fact, the name of Kikue and the suburb of Tokyo she and her family lived have been distorted. The time period is correct.

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Sunday, October 12, 2008

Try Try Again

Writen by Debbie Jensen

"If at first you don't succeed, try, try again... Then quit. No use being a damn fool about it." ~Mark Twain

Let your motto be to never stop trying as you pursue your artistic expressions. The more you practice, the better you'll get! Go on, try, try again! Here's the problem though―do we need to know when to quit? Was Mark Twain serious?

Sometimes, it's not our techniques that fail, it's our concepts. Then again, our concepts could be fine, but our techniques need improvement. Most of us realize that we don't always succeed in spite of our efforts. Failure could be caused by wrong timing, budget constraints, or even personal conflicts which obstruct the advancement of projects.

Have you ever wondered why Mark Twain wrote his version of this famous expression to "try, try again"? Mark Twain enjoyed literary and financial success. Mark Twain had a sense of humor too. Here's another one of his many humorous passages: "Part of the secret of a success in life is to eat what you like and let the food fight it out inside." Mark Twain was playful, gregarious, yet down to earth. In his later years and in spite of his success, he was angry over the untimely death of his wife (she fell ill and died). Mark Twain felt her death was unfair; and in time, he became bitter with life and God.

As we contemplate famous sayings such as Mark Twain's, we need to look behind the quotes and try to figure out who said it and why. As we continue in our artistic expressions, we need to enjoy the process. If we enjoy what you are doing, we have succeeded. If your artistic endeavors enhance your life and bring you personal satisfaction, you will never have to wonder if you should quit or if you are wasting your time. So, go ahead and keep trying! Never give up on your dreams! (Revised 2/17/2006)

Debbie Jensen, Graphic Designer and Photographer http://www.debjensendesigns.com

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