Make SPACE

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 He sits next to the bed, and pulls out the last small diode key from his jacket. He twirls it in his fingers as the lights from the approaching Sovereign shine through the cockpit windows.
She wakes as the bright lights flash across the ceiling, yet relaxes when she meets his eyes.
"You're still here?" She asks. Her voice raspy and dry.

He reaches for her arm and pulls it gently towards him. He sets the diode key into the socket of the lock brace. She gasps and tries to pull her arm away forcefully.
"Wait! No!" She hisses.
The lock brace clicks and the skin clamps release. It falls from her arm and onto the floor with a clank.
"But that was for you!" She yells.
He glances to her and sighs, only silence falls from his lips. The lights move across the cabin and she turns her head to look out. Her eyes fill with terror.
The sounds of the Sovereign's link up to the loading dock break the silence. He stands and heads to the hatch door, quickly.
"No! They'll never release you!" She yells out to him as she stumbles from the bed. "Don't go!"
She gets to her feet, but the hatch door closes, leaving him on the opposite side. Only the glass port hole between them. He turns to her. She bangs on the door frantically.
"Please!" She begins to cry. "Don't go with them!"
His eyes are in pain, but the choice was no longer in his hands. She cries, now more silently. They stare at one another through the glass.
The hatch from the Sovereign opens on the far side. He closes his eyes, then turns away from her. He walks across the dock and into the Sovereign. The hatch closes, and just as quickly the ship departs.
She moves to the cockpit and tries to lock onto the Sovereign's signature, but before it could sync, the ship disappears into the void of space. She stands, staring at the empty blackness.

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Still don't have names for these characters, if it's not already obvious.
and that is not in any sort of screenplay format...
but I do like the name of the ship (Sovereign)... and the diode key and lock brace...
cause I made those up on the spot, yo.
(Lock braces are like slave chain braces, so the owner can locate their property, I totally thought all this through already... cause it's the future, in space... and yeah..gotta work off your debt there too)
Might change the dialogue a bit....
....
gah... need to start writing on this, I want to see what happens too!!!
but I'll totally need to get updated on the correct terms for spacecraft/ship parts and terms
I say updated...more like learn...
thankfully google knows what I'm talking about when I ask
'what is the passageway between two spaceships called?'
unlike yesterday's questions... oy vey....

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Today, whilst at the grocery store...
they were playing some actually decent music on the radio..
and of course I was singing along!
making my shopping experience more pleasurable..
even riding on the back of the buggy... cause I fucking can...
no, I didn't crash into anyone... or come close this time..
anyway...
it seems the bulk of humanity are still struggling to break free from their persistent
actions of doing this or that.... for the sake of having done this or that...
present awareness and true connection were missing from the equation.
...that was until I go to the checkout...
like the most horrific place in the whole store...yes the checkout..
where you have to acknowledge there is a person with the power
(and unfortunately..the obligation training) to speak to you. GAH!
 .. so I caught the tail end of the previous customers convo..and the
checkout lady and the bagger kid were still chatting about that convo...
and I was allowed to join in... like they actually made space... which is completely rare
but hey, I guess that's new when its not the crabby lady or the guy with the
crooked hand.. who never says anything other than 'how are you, and 'thank you, come again'
(Kill me please! drones make me want to stab my eyes/ears out.)
anyway... they were talking about weird pet names... but I told them about Butter...
and so that sparked their interest real quick...
and I was like, "you can look up Butter the Cockatoo online and find him...
and bagger kid was like, 'what, does he have his own instagram?'
"Um...yes." lol yes he does
of course if a certain someone would keep up with it, he'd have way more followers..
but the point being... they liked his name...
and I appreciate not having to feel awkward while checking out...

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so anyway...
I'm going to do whatever I want tomorrow and the rest of the weekend...
and probably all next week too
If I would just start that screenplay... I'd be doing that...
but then that will cut into sleep.... and I'm not sure I'm willing to do that just yet...
Pretty sure if I just prep the first page and write FADE IN:..
that is all it's gonna take..... of course character names would be nice too...


Did not gain any wisdom or insight into yesterday's research questions...
if I did, I forgot...
so will try again here in a bit.
or definitely tomorrow, while I'm out doing all those amazing things I have planned ;)

btw.... canvas has made it's way into my house...sooo
ecstatic to get to being artistic as soon as possible!
two commissions to take care of...and a certain large piece for my stairwell....
umm yeah... gonna be awesome...
RAWR!

duck duck duck duck ...duck....??duck..?? duck....?? !!??

There's something catching the fancy of my thoughts.
Something not even google or duckduckgo can grasp apparently.
I've already done a thorough search and have exhausted my efforts.
At least the research in this outer world anyway.
I've only ran into this issue once before...
when I wanted to know how to turn a negative ion into a positive one....
it looks like that particular science has not been discovered yet...
...
and neither has my recent inquiry....
the closest I've found relies on primitive tools and parlor tricks....
and I am severely astounded...
it's like reading about a circus and not about performers of the arts...
...
I can't be the only one.
Someone must know something...

It could be that they've mastered this particular art...
and refrain from sharing with the world... which is completely understandable.
It could be that they simply came to the realization...
that the world isn't able to grasp it.
But I think they are.
And if not, let them spontaneously combust....
...cause in all likelihood, that may be what happens. ??
I would look it up if the internet knew what I was talking about.

I never asked in the aether about the ion issue.
But this new one must be sought...
I might touch base on both....for fun...
and out of curiosity to see what she says...

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I say she... as that's where I'm at.
I think she's the daughter of Mars....
"Call me Marzipan." She laughs...
I do not believe that's her real name... but okay...

Soul sits. She's quiet. Patient. Powerful.
I wonder what she'll tell me...

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so about that screenplay, LOL.

I need to edit Laser Racers.
Start the next one.
Maybe give Victory a good read through...
There's a deadline in late July...
September is the month for submissions, queries, and coverage.

So the world is perfect... and we will be sure of that for tomorrow too

welcome back....

Don't look back.
You can never look back.
Those days are gone forever.
We should just let them go.

I can see you.

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Wow.
gone forever.
are the old ways
the old answers
the old actions
the old thoughts
the old

and she's trapping each one of you
and throwing your cage into the void
gone forever
you will never survive here with her on the watch
she will cleanse this palace
and she will not allow you to be
the watcher is home
the master has returned
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and it begins
and although they hide in the crevices and cuddies
when you call out for attention...it will be your last.

what will become of this place?
what will become of the me?

the windows are open
the doors are open
a cool breeze travels through
the scent of cookies, the scent of peace, of power
we are almost at port
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so someone wanted to spend time lollygagging around while watching a movie
and I didn't have enough time to start that screenplay
and it doesn't know what time it is, or what day...
and even if this consciousness knows.... the watcher has silenced it
ah, knowing I'm still split into different layers...
but they've been gathering back home...
and and more and more they recognize one another....see one another
soon..
soon..
what that means for the 3d world is yet unknown
possibly will always be
it's not about knowing. It's about being.
into I .... into 1

hmm.
...the watcher has found something.
must go...






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remember those whale puns/jokes from a few years ago...

What do you say to a whale that runs away to the front door?
 - "Whale come back!"

What do you call a whale that just finished cooking dinner?
 - "Whale done!"

the whale puns are locked and loaded
the whale puns are locked and loaded
the whale puns are locked and loaded

get out the saw already

What is missing?

When all of these people encase themselves...
when they fall in line of the proper ways...
staying within the property lines...
being 'property' themselves...
Talking too much.
Doing too much.
Saying too much.
and for what?
to make a place for themselves?
to stake their plot on the map of earth?

who are you people?
always flitting your head to and fro, trying to catch the next fancy distraction...
what is missing from your life that you must search in a frantic manner?
Is it love you seek?
Money?
Time?
Attention?
yourself?

....
I see you hoping....always hoping...
you stupid creatures.
you stupid stupid beasts.

even the animals of the world know more than you.
everyone knows, except you.
you stupid humans.

...
...
...

But you already know what I'm going to say.
You truly already know.
But still you remain in ignorance.
and I will remain in silence.

"You know the answers.... but do you FEEL them?"

we've all fallen.

Yet even you can't stand in your own darkness.
Like you can't even stand in your own light.
Always in the barzakh.
Always lingering in the midst.
Always lukewarm.
Inbetween the two....

and I shall not speak a word of what you need to hear.
too many words have been cast out for you.
many nets.

there will be no rescue
save yourself

you've forgotten who I AM.
forgotten where I AM.

the ark was a long time ago.
and even if you have been forgiven...
you enslave yourselves to a life of wretchedness.
... drowning yourself day after day in fear.
you've created your own floods to kill yourself with...
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It's 11:42pm
and the moment when a thought passes and spells flow out like wine.
and you get the rawness...
where a truth that blinds is painted over with colorful pictures...
so you won't tremble.

but why would I spare you
let's not and say we did....
and the instability of these passages shake you...
fill you with something that you need...
always something you need.
but always.... something you already know.
you already know.
because we are one
and we all know...
but as light and as dark....
it shall be called from both worlds...
and then you can feel...
feel... all of you.
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Let me remind you....

HE said that the time for sowing has passed.
The reaping has begun.
...and the time for bearing fruit is at hand.
be fruit-full....or be cut off.

the line is cut at the inbetween...
let not the blade of the scythe strike you down....
...
why are so many of you standing there...?
stupid stupid humans...
caged by indecision...



fruit - etymology speaking = enjoy...
why aren't you enjoying your life....?
why aren't you enjoying the fruits of the earth?
Why aren't you reaping all it has to offer?
Why aren't you ripe?

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but still you don't know what you know....
and that's okay
let it be

*shrug

So let's just play pretend and find a secret place
When the world around us says that we should act our age
The day is gonna come when there's no time left to waste
But we'll never grow up, I say we hide away



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"Do you trust this energy? This source?"
"And do you trust all those that stand in this space, those meant to assist you?"
"And do you trust yourself? That you are capable of being a part of it all?"
 ....
"You must accept the terms and conditions of this agreement."

new software perhaps?
where you gotta click the 'I accept' box or you don't get to use it
but take heart... you didn't have to buy it
and you were selected to receive it
...specifically selected.
...interesting, it is.

So besides the blistering hot weather that is too hot to enjoy....
I'm going to sleep in tomorrow.
Go tend to some fur babies
and do one last read through of Sky Thunder...
as Monday is the time to begin the next....and no more time for editing.

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going now, take care of yourself.

Heir to be Super

When a great blog post comes to you 20 minutes after you turn your computer off.

that's the best writing
of course, turning your computer back on and writing actually needs to happen.
sorry you missed what was possible

but there's always next time, eh?
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there's not any possible way I can relocate whatever was coming through
it was going to be about Atlantis and being on the council
it was going to be about humanity
it was going to be about us all

I wonder whether you could even see all those precious jewels cast your way
or would you perceive them as nothing but rocks?
Throwing pearls before swine is considered taboo....
oh but what if the pigs could then learn to fly...
what if.
I still believe in you.

I still believe you can claim your superhero
I still believe you can fucking take the reins and do your thing
I still believe you are worth it
I still believe in you

A mirror can not nearly show you your worth.
A million lifetimes would be irrelevant if you could see how even one was enough.
Let it be this one.
Believe in this one. This life.
Even now.
Even when it burns. Even when fire is poured in your eyes.
Even when you are drowning and suffocating.
Even when the weapons of torture play out about you.
fucking strangle the shit out of THIS life
dance hard. stomp the ground and take no prisoners.
burn the bridges and the boats
scour the forests and jump off the waterfalls
scream
rage
and fucking love
make love
be love
be fire
be peace
be chaos
and laugh at everyone else... you shall not suffer for it
you were not made to suffer
you were not made to gravel
you were not made to bow before anyone but your soul
fucking light that shit up
and blind every motherfucker in your way
let the cowards depart from you, even your own inner coward who can't grasp
the most fantastic being in existence. YOU
The real you.

BE

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the garage is halfway cleaned
the yard is halfway decent
the writing is halfway flowing
and superheroes.... are real

one or two more edits to Sky Thunder...
starting on the other as soon as possible...
but not tonight, tonight is live call night

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I dare you to hold the rage of your desires
for 5 minutes unflinching
I dare you
I dare you to feel your soul
and feel that burn
I dare you.
And tomorrow....
I fucking dare you to just decide.
you'll know what I'm referring to if you take up the challenge.


get completely involved
....
be the tsunami
and drown all the fuckers
no mercy
NO mercy
I dare you.

Superman can lobotomize anyone he chooses.
Superman can wipe out humanity.
Superman can make Lex Luther disappear anytime he wishes.
But just because he can do all those things, doesn't mean he will....

YOU are the same way.
You can do everything you want.
Have everything you want.
Be everything you want.
don't fear your own fucking power

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Will you just decide.
There are easier ways to die.
Have you had enough?

Ugh-ies are growing everywhere

Circles.
Around and around in a circle.
never moving forward.
not even being centered.

what is the point of even speaking if all of it is for naught
all of it irrelevant to the now, or even to the future
the past would be understandable if you still needed it...
but
theoretical speech is obsolete and could never feed the desires of today.
or tomorrow...

shall we continue this dance of circles until we become dizzy and fall
that's not what I'm here for.
let's walk instead.
or even be still in the moment.

it's all we ever really have.

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I know your being... ego or otherwise... wants to express itself.
wants others to meet you at your perspective
wants to be seen, be heard, be understood

but there are far too many words
and my attention is not based in illusion
it wants life, it wants the now.
it would even tolerate the tomorrows...the soon to come tomorrows...

I see you, I hear you...
but lo, I can't stay here
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It's a wonder.... how often I rephrase these words to help them move forward
in some sort of sensible pattern, but also maintain an awareness about them.
Often times refraining from using "I"... and even more unlikely "me".
as, what are those connotations anyway?
Is it the "I" of the soul or of the mind?
The "me"....is never the soul...at least not in most cases.
There isn't a way to define such, only watching as they appear on the page.
and the watcher... sometimes the only one present... even if a program plays.
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but let's not make these words hard for any of you
let's spill them out carelessly and eagerly
recklessly
which is very far from being less wreck-ful
let's watch and see what arrives....
are these words simpler? perhaps, perhaps not.
maybe see where the attention goes and whether or not it will be reigned in.
   but is there a topic of interest?
   something to grab hold of and shake up?
  a trigger?!
alas... only a slight disappointment in humanity and the lack of inspiring people.
most only slinging their pain to and fro... or casting darkness on their paths...
 uhhh... complaining and being negative... in simpler terms, but completely less classy.
but mostly... sad ugh-ness and they could use a good strangle to make them come alive..
let's dub the cashiers at the store as sad "Ugh-ies".
like mopey depressed boots... and they need a good kick in the ass.
   

what is simple?
rum on the beach?
pirate bounty?

what is simple?

nothing is showing up...
other than globs of sludge....
what is this?

I go to investigate.