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Tales from the Inferno: Hidden Treasure

Tales from The Inferno Part 2: Hidden Treasure

The dragon guarded various treasures old and new. She had a particular fancy for photography and abstract paintings. A personal taste I enjoyed and disliked depending on the artist. She kept all her treasure under surveillance. Cameras and alarms throughout the gallery, an honest precaution, despite having no clue how to use any of them. Perhaps she was afraid someone would steal her treasures from right under her flared nose.

One day I came and found the door locked despite it was time to open. I knocked and texted a coworker and eventually led inside. My coworker hastily informed me that the dragon was having a little tiff with an artist. I never met him before, but I had done a little investigation of my own. He had originated from the far south and worked at the gallery years earlier, trying to get his citizenship and bring his family over. The dragon had helped him, his wife and two children. Plenty of personal photos depicted them in her steaming pool and fortress, relaxing and having fun. Perhaps she wasn’t so badhardly.

So the drama between them, none knew about, although they only told me he wanted his artwork back. The dragon ordered to have his work hidden in the basement, locked away so he could never find it. He called, badgering me on the phone, then banging on the front door, but we were not allowed to let him inside.

“For our safety,” she had stated as she exhaled a sordid billow.

It was his paintings why not give them back?

“We have procedure: we can’t just give them to him,” she said with a piercing grin. “And we don’t even have them.”

Lies!

I saw the paintings downstairs. I know this isn’t right, but I can’t do anything.about them. I’m no knight or hero, so I sat my desk and got back to work.

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Rest and Shine

 

She lie on the bed; belly down and naked from head to toe.  An ear to the mattress.  And an ear to the wind from an open window.  Her backside adorned with earned stripes – lightening strikes, winding Redwood roots, umbilical cords etched to her hips.  And to his eyes.  He dared not guess if the sun was setting or rising.  But he knew…that it’s rays were finally learning how to illuminate themselves. Continue reading Rest and Shine

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💐 HIRAETH 💐

 

Long ago, in the days of no time, there was a Tribe. This tribe was very ancient. They lived on the lands of courage and knowledge, a special land made by the creator itself. The land was marvelous; Healthy wildlife, fresh fruits, clean water, and a connected people. It was a paradise. Every morning, when the light of the sun woke the world, rains would shower the land; bringing fresh fruits and a fresh start to the life below. Once the people woke they would gather and give praise to the almighty creator, which they believed the sun to be the closest representation. They believed that if they failed to show gratitude, the sun would stop providing the life force energy that the earth needs to maintain itself. They worshiped for about an hour each day. singing, shouting, dancing and even crying; they did whatever was necessary to express their gratitude. After worship, all of the elders would gather fruits and begin to feed the animals of the lands, as many as they could.

The elders dedicated their lives to the lands, they believed that all life started as one and that all is connected. It was taught that when they die their life force energy would convert back into the lands in which it came. The elders were very spiritual and peaceful people. They gave to life as much as they could. It’s believed that the elders were often visited by the creator itself, giving them insight into higher knowledge and greater purpose.

While the elders fed the animals, the children of the land went out into the fields to play with each other. They sang, danced, played with the animals, they even discussed life and it’s many questions. It was important that children expressed themselves early in the day, this connected them to the realm of life and also to one another. The children were very close and very compassionate to one another.

During this time, The men and women would celebrate their bond with an act of sex. This act bonded the two. It made them as one. connecting them to the frequency of life and to one another. When the sun touched the top of the mountains and the elders have returned, the women would go and pick fruit for their families. Eating fruit during the day was essential for long and healthy life.

After the families have eaten, consuming the energy from life itself, they bathed. It was taught that people are like flowers of life and that keeping a fresh aroma is good for the life force energy inside one’s body. Once the sun was brightest in the sky and all birds were active, The children went off to sacred grounds to learn from the elders. Both male and female children learned together, making all equal. The elders taught them all sorts of amazing things, from the creation of life itself to the crafting of a chair. Everything was important. The children loved to learn. They couldn’t learn enough. Learning about the history of life and of the lands gave the children a stronger connection with their people. It made them feel alive. Because of this passion for learning, the children became extremely gifted in areas of life. They were proficient woodcutters, genius hunters, and they even had a remarkable understanding of the universe. Not only were they an advanced group, but they were extremely healthy. Being well rounded provided them with the balance of life itself.

While the children were off learning, the lives of the men and women were quite simple. The woman began her day alone, stretching and meditating; expressing her body to the world. It was extremely important for the woman’s body to be relaxed. The woman was a doorway for human life. Her compassion and gracefulness were important, for she was a representation of the earth itself. Being a doorway for life, in each home, the women were considered the highest privilege. Families worshiped the head woman in the house. Due to this high level of honor, the women often had a lot of free time. After her meditation, it was the woman’s duty to patch all torn clothing and to clean the entire house for the family. The woman took pride in her duties. She loved making The home a palace for the family. The women had a very strong bond. Afterward, when the women were done with family duties, they would join each other. Together the women conversed and made baskets, clothes, medicine.

Being a man on the land was probably the most challenging yet rewarding positions. Men spent most of their days doing physical activities. Doing house repairs, jogging, making hunting tools, etc… It was important that as a man you stay active. Although the men were well connected, it was every man for himself. Men were not allowed to hunt together. Bringing food back to one’s family was considered sacred. Men were only allowed to worship, exercise, and build together. Everything else he did with his family. Men took his position in life with great honor. Realizing that they were masters over all of the earth, men grew a passion for this way of life. Elders taught, “man is the guide for the woman and children. It is he who protects and directs the family.” Because of this belief men believed themselves to be the light manifested in human form. No one light should interfere with another’s beam.

The land lived in peace for eons. The earth and people lived as one. Every man and woman accounted for. It Represented a perfect balance between men and nature. Elders often speak of a time where the lands would become unbalanced. An era of complete chaos. During this era, elders would stop feeding the animals. They also stopped passing knowledge and wisdom down to the people. Without guidance, the people would lose their connection to the creator and to the earth itself.

Although the elders never told which day the shift would occur, they preached to a child that would be born from the family of true worshipers. Not only would this child be the most knowledgeable in all the land, but he would also be the pureblood; connecting his life force energy back to the earth. Re-establishing this connection with the earth, this child would emit an extremely powerful energy. The energy was so powerful that it caused the child to glow. If concentrated correctly, this energy could also be used to heal or destroy.

Because the lands had been at peace for such a long time, many believed this prophecy to be a great tale, told by the elders to scare the children… They couldn’t have been more wrong.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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Lessons From A Dragon: Story of Seth

 

   Have you ever spoke to a cow before? Like a real talk with a cow? What did he/she say? What’s He/she up to? What about a flower? Do you ever look at a Rose and think, “I wonder what your eyes have seen.” How can something so beautiful like a cow get so disrespected? Nature is who we are. “Cooperating with nature allows nature to cooperate with us.” Master Qi

   I was eighteen years old when I first realized There was more to this reality. It felt like an episode from Twilight Zone. I was on my way home from school when I saw it. It was a smoke mist. Not just any smoke mist. This mist was strange. This mist had an awareness of itself. This mist moved as if it knew it was moving. It followed me all the way to my house. It floated at the gate for about twenty seconds before flowing away with the wind. The mist followed me for about two weeks before I finally decided to approach it.

   “Are you following me?” I asked. I felt so stupid talking to a mist. Then suddenly, the mist rose up and flew right into me. It happened so fast I didn’t even realize that I had somehow ended up in my driveway. I was so freaked out all I could do was throw up. My body felt like it had been through so much. All I remember after that is waking up alone in the middle of a cave. Continue reading Lessons From A Dragon: Story of Seth

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Operation Wolf

creative non-fiction by Jason Lippert, 2016

It’s 1988. I’m 16 and male. My hair is long, feathered a la Van Halen, left ear pierced twice. I can only wear hooks or hoops in the second piercing, it’s too close to the cartilage and studs are too tight. The stud in the first piercing is cubic zirconia. I didn’t give it back when I broke up with one of my girlfriends. I live in a 14’ by 39’ trailer, situated in a dusty, despair-filled trailer park in North Las Vegas, where more than one barefoot woman in cut off shorts and a sweaty tank-top spends the day leaning on her aluminum door frame, pulling hard on cigarettes with one eye closed, grimacing against the smoke, the sun, and the future.

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