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RIDDLE-SPEAK LEXICON -- or  how to play the game of more-cosmic-than-thou.

TERMS YOU SHOULD KNOW:

BRIGHT-LIFE: The positive, radiating energy possessed by Bright-Life, they who express that energy, having left their own Shadow to walk in sympathetic vibration to the One Song.

CHAOS: The break down of artificially induced order with its arbitrary laws, returning the universe to its natural state. It is the loss of values and standards (see Other, Elsewhere, and time/space continuum). State created when a person or society imitates a Dark Star.

DARK STAR: A Black hole in space where a star has collapsed, becoming a photonic vampire feeding upon the throat of the universe.

EARTH FRIEND: Earth spirit: Our companions on this planet at their various stages of development. A Neutral term applicable to both DARK-LIFE and BRIGHT-LIFE.

ENTROPY (Third Law of Thermodynamics): All systems lose their energy and eventually run down, going from the complex to the simple in nature. Spawned by chaos, it is the devolution which order cannot override, the fundamental cosmic law that prevents evolution from ever being a valid scientific theory.

EVENT-HORIZON: Point of no return down a dark star's hungry maw, or a symbolic point where contact with DARK-LIFE becomes unavoidable.

FLUX: State of uncertainty and change. When a small amount of force can move the universe.

GREAT DANCE: That which is enlightened and moving/Living in harmony to the One Song.

ONE SPIRIT: One name given to the One who sings the One

Song and orchestrates the Great Dance, the source of objective truth--light as being. Same as Song/One Song/True Song: The whole being whole and interconnected.

PSEUDO-MASTER-LINGUIST: a fool for attention, intellectual or pseudo intellectual. A fool who pretends his subjective reasoning is the equivalent to universal objectivity.

PORCELAIN THRONE: a toilet--a place for purging spiritual waste matter.

PROMETHEAN FIRE: fire of the Gods, stolen by the titan Prometheus and given to men--symbolic of the image of God in man.

QUANTUM PROCESS: A journey into darkness that drives us to the Light. Following excess to wisdom. Learning from our own bad example.

MR. CENTER-STAGE: One who never leaves his self-exalted, sacrificial podium.

SELF-PROCLAIMED-ALL-POWERFUL-GURU-PERSON: A fool in wise man's clothing, like the Wizard of Oz. (See Voice of Authority)

SHADOWLANDS: A frame of mind where the world view is depraved. (Also see Valley Dwellers)

PRIMAL HUNTERS: destructive emotions, influences, the Dark in DARK-LIFE.

PROFESSIONAL EARTHBOUNDER: One who thinks they should get paid for being Stuck-On-Stupid. One who IS paid for being Stuck- on-Stupid.

PSYCHIC-WARLOCK: One who manipulates negative energies to dominate lesser Dark-Life.

TAO: Chinese word for way or path, pronounced Dow.

TESSERACT: a bend in time, space, or thought. A bridge of emptiness. Where the DARK-LIFE becomes a universal point after the Quantum process reaches it's end.

TIME/SPACE CONTINUUM: Unnatural state were Law and Order is arbitrarily structured and imposed by force over the natural Chaos state that preceded the universe.

VALLEY DWELLERS: They who choose to hide from the light in ignorance--within the shadow of their own DARK-LIFE, running amok. The bottom-feeders of society.

VOICE OF AUTHORITY: One self-appointed to righteousness or power--being otherwise undeserving.

MOJO: 1. Subjective term for Magic. 2. Objective term for Justice coming home with a vengeance. 3. Mongrel way of asking for more coffee.

B O O K O N E

I.  We are drifting stars, keeping measured step in the GREAT DANCE--arms of fire, curving, slicing. We are fire-born, a galactic spiral. We leap against the blackness, framed against the expanding lungs of space. Life is a current, quickening the dust of desolate spaces.

Defied, unnatural ENTROPY shudders. He is still, mute, raging--a counterpoint in our SONG.

Within the dance of drifting stars, in the crux of nowhere, a dwarf yellow star slings air-sheathed marbles across the night, plowing grooves in infinity. Space bends. Time begins. Gravity bends all tangents. Inertia resists all change.

The third ring echoes, losing silence. It holds a sphere--half shining, half shadow, half broken, half mended. Home is blue, white, and brown. She is Terra Firma, Earth Incognito.

Her darkness is scarred, webbed by Promethean fires where cities rise, and clay-wrapped spirits live in self-inflicted bondage. Beware of DARK-LIFE, those stuck-on-stupid, there stigmata can bleed you dry.

Life is FLUX...flux is change...change is the universal law. That which does not change withers and dies in shadow.

BRIGHT-LIFE--ride the tide, flow with events, not against them. Yield but do not surrender. You will survive where rigidity kills.

THE DARK-LIFE bitch, hugging precious pain: I hold a key but it can't help you. It only fits my locks. You need your own. Look, you are handed a key--but you’ve forgotten how to turn it or even why it needs to turn. I could tell you, but don't hear me. You cannot even hear the ONE-SONG though it sustains you beneath the perfect stillness. You fill the silence with furious activity so it cannot haunt you.

The ONE-SONG is a wind in an open door? But your doors are chained, bolted, barricaded, and ignored.

DARK-LIFE, do you hear the sounds in the streets; the scream of sirens, the roar of traffic, horns of impatience, the murmur of crowds, the laughter of children, or the rhythms of being?

Listen! See! Don’t dismiss the sunset and the dawn, the scrape of autumn branches against the moon. Share a wise stare with the young owl who is shaking off the rain.

The warm rain drums on your head. You did not fix the roof. You are forced to deal, with enharmonic blues coloring every chord--you are DARK-LIFE. Know yourself.

FROM THE OUTSIDE LOOKING IN:

The LIGHT is ONE, and every voice supports the tone, adding timbre to the TRUE-SONG. A Light buffet is a photonic satiation. Would you devour steak before mastering pureed veggies? High wisdom follows low. Mastery is triumph within servitude, while pride is the coldness found in the shadows that leads to premature expiration.

The door to the universe is standing open. We greet you from the threshold of our hearts. We are your companions, Children of Earth. We call you to join us. We hope your minds and hearts can stand the journey, for the journey brings life, hope, and reason, while CHAOS stalks your planet in the end-game of the hunt. Miasma pools in neglected corners of non-ignited minds.

Shuffle through your shadows. The PRIMAL HUNTERS are there, driven by a scarlet thirst, and an undiminished emptiness they can never fill. They dance in frenzy through the midnight of the soul--invoking Death, Despair, Denial, Desecration, Delusion, False Promise, Oblivion, Whispering Madness, Obsession, Jealousy, Vain-Glory, Ignorance, and Failure. They glare at one another across the fire. These red-eyed terrors feed on small fears.

Come with us into the quiet depths, beneath the storm of your spirit. Allow yourself the privilege of unsupported conviction. A narrow mind is not a bad thing—this mental state keeps a lot of garbage from taking up needed space, while the wide-open mind gathers crap from everywhere and winds up a polluted mess.

Is objectivity too sane to be real, or too real to be sane? On the other hand, irrationality is too insane to serve yet between these extremes lies balance, the path of unreason--and a fragile crystal star called hope. Tack into a spirit wind, and bring yourself to a place within, where human compassion and concern are as natural as a morning stagger to the PORCELAIN THRONE.

Many Earth Souls dislike the LIGHT that tracks them in the darkness. We expect this of those Stuck-On-Stupid (you know who you are). We who labor in love must ever receive the coin of  hate; It’s all that DARK-LIFE have to give. Let us always care too much to let that stop us. The LIGHT is radiant, obedient to its nature, not acting by choice, but in necessity. It is all we are called to be--yet nothing that we do. Actions are shadows we cast. Love is substance and form.

II.   EVENT-HORIZON: Every black-hole has an event-horizon, a shell where gravity entangles the light that is its life, framing its reality in denial. The dark star is known by its effect the same way the effect of the thoughts pouring from your inner core--controlling your life's flow--gives your spirit resolution.

The dark star has a finite life for it is still material at its core despite its ingestion of LIGHT. The core can only withstand so much QUANTUM PROCESS. Inevitably, the time/space continuum must gutter near extinction like a candle‘s flame in the teeth of the wind, giving way to something that is Other and Elsewhere to the Unnatural Laws of the Universe which men imagine.

DARK-LIFE finds a moment in its materialism where it is forced to total honesty (by desperation), and must examine its true feelings, and behavior toward all other living creatures. DARK-LIFE cannot bless other spirits until it sheds its shadow and joins the One-Song. A word of DARK-LIFE love is a curse from the pit he has stumbled into.

When a dark star finds its TESSERACT, its bend through non-dimensional void, light erupts in incandescent splendor. It finds destiny atop the porcelain throne...as must we all.

III. DARK-LIFE: We perceive Earthbound Spirits who are guilty in thought of believing in their primacy. They consume too freely what is around them, under-valuing those who may not read, or write, or verbalize as well. The DARK-LIFE snap up the lion's share as their self-appointed heritage. They do not know that the true lions are watching, waiting, growling in the rocks, waiting to pounce.

Move beyond your shadow, DARK-LIFE. Help those you once dismissed. Kindness is a step away from darkness. Linger with the forsaken in cold, dismal places. Become warmth to the bare, and light to the blind. A man will either be a channel, a bridge, or a fool who paints imaginary lines, raising imaginary walls, caged by his own borders.

Before his quantum shift, the earthbound soul dressed in superiority, forgetting that at heart he is naked and exposed. To embrace enlightenment, is to be reduced to bare essentials, with nothing for your journey but a begging bowl. Such singular preparation breaks the chain of pride that binds us to death.

DARK-LIFE has mastered the art of fixing our washing machines...our dryers...plumbing...cars...ours bodies...and values himself for his tricks. We-who've-been-there-done-it know that we too once danced for the organ-grinder, collecting tribute from the crowd with little tin cups.

DARK-LIFE tread the valley of human doubt, conflict, frustration, loneliness--chasing the nightingale beneath a teflon moon. Despair spins a web in the brush. Starlight-strands are a glimmer of false-hope, a glamour-spell of grandeur, snaring DARK-LIFE in knowledge. They do not know they are broken. The wiseman realizes he walks in a dream, and goes home to a warm bed, leaving fantasy to others.

IV.  DEJA-VOODOO: the DARK-LIFE rides a carny-wheel of stupid circumstances--spinning 'round and 'round in the carnival of souls, in a cycle of dislike for other spirits, especially those honestly trying to give away their hearts. Deja-Voodoo is a blow-out of the plasma-pump: the DARK-LIFE heart atrophies, growing small, black, and withered with disuse.

Enlightened cardiovascular muscles thump out a rhythm of hope and encouragement.

Can you hear the beat, DARK-LIFE? Have you taken your own pulse?

V. THE PSEUDO-MASTER-LINGUIST: he closes his ears as Earth Spirits speak with a new tongue they were told he knew--this mighty intellect. Why does he give them fists filled with silence? For some reason, he does not believe that there are Earth-born souls in TRANSIT, in the process of working their way out of applying old habits to new situations.

They who’ve earned the right to speak are they that know the sum of their own strengths and weaknesses. They’ve done the math. They teach the Children to finger-paint the wind with meaning never seen before. All is new under the sun, when seen with young eyes. Outside the shadow, DARK-LIFE can be reborn. Let your spirit strive for its place in the cosmic weave, becoming perfect. Perfection is wholeness. Wholeness is process, is a journey, a signpost guiding us toward our promise.

Few need to be born with insight. Most souls have it beat into them by the world. They learn in time that change possible. A change in perception, a change of prospective, makes change of being possible.

Lack of commitment produces a two-fold effect in the DARK-LIFE: (1) guilt by inaction, and (2) self-imprisonment in mediocrity where failure of nerve is habitual, displacing the magic of balance.

VI. THROUGH THE DOOR: Hugs and Kisses, it's Rigel, little brother. I am pleased to greet you.

I honestly like your way of stewing the human condition into a bowl of objectivity, and serving it with a side of concern. The steam of simmering truth fills the air and, with your permission, I would like to add a few sincere onions of thought so we all may savor an aroma of understanding and nourish our growth.

I don't understand why Earth-born spirits allow their minds to Unflux, becoming clouded with confusion, stalling-out their purpose and journey. There are wind-carved runes in the desert sand, in our Grandmother's wrinkled face, and in the cracked bark of a timeless oak--they all touch the same truth. There are BRIGHT-LIFE that know the way, who have a part in the chorus of breaking waves, the sighing wind, and in the tidal grip of dancing stars.

The chorus of the cosmos knows no finale because it is always in motion, but souls cling to darkness like starfish to coral, complaining about anything and everything. DARK-LIFE, growing crooked, is lost without pain and misery for company.

VII. PARENTAL VOICES: I am Rigel: Wisdom burns within my core, liberating positive energy; I consider my Galactic Mother’s words about the allure of negative polarity. Father Void has taught me that nebulous expansion reduces friction and fusion, starving the flames of life.

Oh, Earthbound soul, it is important that you remember to know your energy state at all times. You have the power to control how you feel about all things coming into thought. Just remember that the illusion of freedom and autonomy come at great cost--they keep you away from the conquest of self, achieved through surrender.

The Power of positive Flux is up for grabs. Never look for it in the Self-Proclaimed-All-Powerful-Guru-Person who peddles subjectivity and half-true heresy. They say they alone hold the needed key to irradiation. Do not believe it. You must remember at all times, in all energy-states, that the wounds of freedom are self-inflicted.

Do not neglect the Earthborn able to help you along your

Tao, for there are some who know how thing's really work in the world. They are always in a state of connection to their own spirit.

VIII. I AM BETELGUISE: I wonder why so many Earth spirits still refuse to hold their own key. It has no cost, only value. The DARK-LIFE can break free of racial and sexual prejudice, stress-related illness, loneliness, frustration, social rejection, isolation, and subjective thoughts of superiority toward other Earth souls, who share the same darkness.

IX. I DO NOT MISUNDERSTAND THE UNKNOWABLE TRUTH: I know beyond the shadow of my former doubt, that all of you Earth-born possess the inner-strength for objectiveness which is required for freedom. Do not believe your existence on this confused planet is of more importance than a speck of light. Exalting self, you risk absorption into the DARK-LIFE, such as they who command the public eye, who believe that nothing is more important than their own pseudo-thinking.

X. MR. CENTER STAGE: He believes he knows the answers to all the questions. He is the shapers of feeble dreams; the driver of the common herd, those conditioned to bear the illusions that cannot stand. Mr. Center Stage would have us believe that he deserves our attention because of a good hair-piece, tailored suit, and a polished, vocal style. The rich pay homage to him, as do the social movers, the shakers of pillared heaven. The DARK-LIFE worship personalities though this cripples their own fragile spirits--breaking unseen untried wings.

XI. THE PSEUDO-INTELLECTUAL: speaks to the emotional masses. He will tell us of the Ax-murderers, and the women who love them, of the breast-challenged, and the implants that love to kill them. Dirty little secrets will be offered up with twisted love-triangles and tangles on the side. And YES, someone make me over (Heaven forbid that I actually like my look and don't care about another opinion).

The Pseudo-Intellectual rides the air waves offering regurgitation, flagellation, and self-righteous perversion. The DARK-LIFE have their purgatory every day, month, and year; chained to video. Collectively, The Pseudo-lectuals advise us to do as they pretend to do while their secret agendas strip-mine our lives.

The Earth-bound feast on psuedo-lectual words but are never filled; family-values, vitamins, and minerals are missing; empty minds starve on empty calories as a diabetic coma takes hold. The Pseudo-Intellectual lovingly crafts sweet lies for the Earth-born. It is better to be a true -seeker than a trend-setter. You will find inner-peace and intra-human harmony in the beautiful depths of your neglected soul when you nourish it properly.

One day, groundhog, you will trip and slip out from under your shadow. You will know that you possess enlightenment, the power necessary to be one hip Earth sprite objectively invested in the total growth of humanity---a growth that appears impossible to you now.

XII. THOUGHTS SPAWNED ATOP THE PORCELAIN THRONE: here is something to consider while on your toilet; there will always be Earth-bounders who believe that a black rose is more beautiful than the red, or that a purple-passion orchid is to be valued more than an orange tree that quenches need, gives protective doses of vitamin C, and whose visual energy-signature is a triumphant burst of affirmation.

DARK-LIFE believe that turnips, cabbages, tomatoes, celery, carrots, onions and spice are of more value than a blooming

cherry tree which feeds the soul three days running, or a beautiful field of mustard greens (hamhocks not included).

They labor mightily on their porcelain thrones because they neglect spiritual water with their food which is essential for Quantum Process and growth of new dimensions.

DARK-LIFE, why are your children valued beyond the children of another. Is it not because they are part of you, and you value yourself above all others? ALL children are as one as all Earth Spirits are one, united to form one voice in the chorus of Infinity, one riff and reel in the Cosmic Dance.

When any single voice falls silent, all others are diminished. The TRUE SONG loses something infinitely precious. Cherish all voices. Education and growth need to be our legacy to the small spirits among us that are just learning to shine. Let love be their heritage and our sacred gift.

DARK-LIFE cherish an illusion of supremacy even though their personal welfare does not tip the scales against the happiness of those they deem menial or non-essential. The "lesser breed" are small-scaled by arrogant assumption, not by fact. To DARK-LIFE, love and understanding is a negative mass from an anti-matter universe, seeking total annihilation.

DARK-LIFE, isn't it long past time for an inversion of polarity?

XIII. GET TO WORK OR GET OFF THE POTTY: Elimination, not revolution is the radi-cool solution. Be reduced to love. All else is excess baggage on the splintering bridge of your Tao.

XIV. PARENTAL VOICES (a short refrain): my beloved young children, you must remember that there will always be Earth spirits in the objective process of becoming conscious and happy with themselves. You are not alone. Those outside this process will always be in the mode of bringing misfortune and misunderstanding into all relationships:

They have subjectively decided that any process going against their own personal ambition and desire must be totally forbidden to their mental, emotional, and intuitive centers lest they accidentally do some good in life. They are living in a place of enharmonic dissonance, wounding their own potential song. They won't appreciate your help; they like themselves this way, and will bite the hand that frees them.

XV. ANOTHER COOK IN THE KITCHEN: Little Brother---I will help you. I am Vega. I will honestly enjoy adding some fresh carrots and peas to your stew. The objective love and understanding inside the pot reminds me of all those who have taught me love by their lives.

I am thankful for Parental Voices and Enlightened Spirits. They are the type always in the process of Overstanding the true , inner beauty of life. They are honestly concerned about total growth and the process of being.

I am beginning to understand some of the methods they used to assist me. Their influence is a proton-bath of positrons jazzing down the vertual net, consistent, constant. They are selves involved in the dramas of being, unfolding before open eyes. They hold a positive energy state that is enharmonic to those in need.

XVI. ENLIGHTENED GRANDMOTHER: You are calm as you attend to the emotional discharges that others drag to your door. You tell the struggling soul that has come into your presence; Well, old, lost friend...have you really, honestly given meaningful thought to all the DARK-LIFE circumstance created as you run amok?

Enlightened Ones: You act as if you are totally into the present while holding time's end. Your peace and oneness is secure, for you love being in the world like ghosts in shadow, untouched in touching. You do not respond as other people.

Young Spirits: you live in a place where there is nothing but constant Chaos surrounding you, but always remember, you have an option: you can stand within the midst of the crowd, unseen by others, and let your true self journey deeply into a place of harmony, understanding, and peace. You can contain your energy, becoming twice unseen to the spiritually blind. In this way, you choose not to partake of the senselessness of others, and you add no gas to the flame, so all the world need not burn out of control. You use reason instead of anger, and trust yourself to the way your spirit knows---becoming a fluid in a porous world, seeking your level.

Beware of the caged beast inside yourself. HE WEARS YOUR FACE FOR HE IS THE PART OF YOU YOU'D RATHER NOT CLAIM. He prefers you to blame others when failure rattles your cage.

Failure is often Enlightenment in disguise. When we give up beating ourselves down with guilt we gain wisdom. Pain is knowing. If you are afraid to fail, you will never know the triumph of love, and the victory that comes when you pass a quantum door to the open heart of the universe.

Know in your living heart that you are responsible for your actions. Allow yourself to see the truth of a situation,

embracing the way everyone is, or you will fall into rose-colored, hopeful expectations until your dreams crash and burn on the pavement of reality.

XVII. A ROSE BY ANY OTHER NAME: retains its thorns. Do you look into the ferocious eyes of a starving panther, and reach out to pat the elephants trunk? Do dancing rainbows blind you to the colors of the sky? Will you tell the black leopard, by the power of your positive thinking, that he can't harm you because you give him a new label, and he must simply accept it, and wear it with pride? And having told him that he is a pink rabbit, must he now eat the carrot and spare your tender flesh? Will he not eat the carrot, and tear off your arm as well?

Be consoled, should the panther devour you, he will no doubt sicken and die, for you have long feasted at your favorite fast-food restaurants---consuming grease-laden fries, acidic soft drinks, and soy-burgers with meat-like by-products. In the end, you are far more dangerous than the panther.

XVIII. ANTARES TO THE CHILDREN IN THE DOOR: it is important that you hold in memory the knowledge that truth is a fire deep within your heart and spirit. Because in time, the flame will need fuel to revive its dimming glow. Pick up the sticks that lay underfoot, gather the kindling of hope, the branches of Overstanding.

Thought for a new millennium: WHY NOT LIGHT AN ETERNAL FLAME IN RUNES OF LOVE AND THUS CONTEND WITH DARKNESS. Cursing the night does not change it.

You were born to become one Earth friend who is an affirmation of the objective process of living. Be totally honest with your own spirit and, like Grandmother, you will be a lamp in the window. I have seen it in my minds eye, the stages of human development. The pale, weakness that must crawl, giving way to earthly withdraw, emerging at last without a flaw.

INTERMISSION: Time out for a warm hug and kisses--fuzzy blue auras fuse. (If you feel a need to purge yourself, the porcelain thrown awaits...) Ready to continue?

XIX. POLARIS HERE: you must always remember that an Earth spirit may know its mind, and be totally honest, or else lie to itself, and others. Pay close attention to the WHY hidden behind all words, to the WAY deeds travel divorced from their words, to the WORDS never said, and always remember, the past has power to guide you for it is often the future in disguise.

FLASHBACK: (Prepare for present tense to impact the past).

One beautiful day, Enlightened Grandmother is in the kitchen, preparing lunch for the children. As always, I am standing at the entrance to the kitchen, watching her. For some reason her thoughts scatter and run in strange directions, like mice underfoot.

She is preoccupied, talking to herself. Her eyes keep returning to the window. Someone seeing her would believe her present but I know that she is with the neighbors. The neighbors, Mother and child, proceeded to their apartment. The Mother pulls ahead, opens her door, and enters.

She is not aware that her son has stopped in the driveway and is not following her in. The boy is chasing the wind, as small boys do, running rings in infinity, riding the lash of imaginative thoughts.

His mother doesn't know this because, truthfully, she no longer thinks very much about him or anything else. The Primal Hunters have clouded her head, wounding her spirit on a plane of existence most people never see. She is bleeding to death from the amputation of her dreams, and doesn't even know it.

Now, she's come home for her daily encounters; she will place her flickering spirit upon the empty altar of lust so that an offering of cash may be given her to feed her habit. She will not use the money to buy her son food and milk. Any thought she has of his need moves far too quickly past her mind's eye for her to track.

She has one priority---one desire---get loaded by any means possible and yield to the consumption of self.

My Grandmother's heart reaches to the child, dancing with him between fragments of time, as the One Song enfolds them both. Then, the child breaks the circle. He runs for the end of the driveway. The gate is open. The outer street is thick with speeding cars that slide through the brash sunlight.

A black-winged angel stands unseen in the street, skull-faced and shrouded, ready to claim another soul. Grandmother knows this. She has felt his nearness before. She has been trying for long months to get the boy's Mother to keep the gate closed, for the safety of the child. But the Mother has no time (or mind) for caution.

Grandmother runs from the house, yelling to the unconcerned Mother. Somehow, she reaches the street and collars the boy. She brings him back to the unsafety of his Mother, and gets no word of thanks for her efforts.

The black-winged angel smiles sourly at the waste of his valuable time. There's enough work to keep him busy. In truth, no one escapes forever. In time, all spirits pass through his hands, one way or another. He lurches away, preening dusty ruffled feathers back into place.

Grandmother allows her piercing eyes to flash with anger but she only says, "today we were very fortunate that the Great Spirit was looking out for the child." And then she moves away from the Mother, from an Earthbound spirit stuck on stupid.

XX. SIRUS TO THE CHILDREN IN THE DOOR: do you need some potatoes and celery of true Overstanding. These come from the Garden of Reason. Who knows the secret of the pot? (let everyone put something in it and everyone shall have sufficient to eat).

View all sides of a situation, in a moment of time devoid of frustration. Remember, universal words, deeds, and actions are accomplished in infinitesimal doses and degrees. If fractle dimensionality can be trusted, not only does the journey of a thousand miles begin with the first step, but the first step itself is a thousand miles. Reality is a function of perspective with conceptual inertia as an outrigger.

At all costs, be very observant, honest, and remember that others can assist you on the journey, though you must choose your own way. Decide nothing from within the shadow. Push on into the Light, one voice taking up a lost thread of the Universal Song. Fall deeply into the fire, that real truth may possess you, filling you like an extra-spatial dimension.

Test your options and remember to listen for the undiminished chords in the chorus. Find your inner voice, and follow the first thought formed in beauty. Once you reach an Unreasonable conclusion, commit your full being to bringing it to life. Reason is under rated. And please remember to hurt yourself and others only as needed.

Allow a violent man to hurt himself on you, like a wave that tackles the reef only to be torn apart. HIS is the responsibility. HIS is the violent energy turned back by your adamant being. HIS is the fault. Let no one tell you otherwise. False guilt is a wooden nickel. Don't take it. It can't be spent.

It is not our fault if our bright existence is too much for small souls to bear. We injure our own selves when we mask our light, declaring homogenization a virtue, and darkness a prize. When everyone's a winner, no one is.

Truth is described as a sword because it has a cutting edge. They who would avoid injury should be careful how they wield it.

XXI. THE WOLF: wolf came and asked me to play the "Victim Game". He hadn't brought a copy of the rules, (I think he made them up as he went along) but he said it was simple enough. He put on a mask and a scarlet robe. "I AM THE VOICE OF AUTHORITY," he proclaimed, "AND FORCE IS VIOLENCE---SO YOU CANNOT IN GOOD CONSCIOUS RESIST ME."

"And what do I do?" I asked him.

He offered me a woolen suit. "Put this on and go wherever I lead you." I read the label in its collar. It said: "YOU ARE A VICTIM---SO NOTHING IS YOUR FAULT."

I did not believe the lie, so I put away the sheep's

clothing he offered. Still, I hear he found a few pseudo-lectuals to wear his label proudly...they are winners at the "Victim Game". I wish them well...a wolf at play grows hungry.

The House Cat Speaks: "sometimes, Sun-dried tomatoes require a lot of chewing." He gives us a lot to think about. He thinks he’s right--always. Yet, why must we insist this can’t be so? Oh, yes--it’s the position WE applied for.

The House Cat Again: "beware of the snake in the house. Be watchful, for all snakes do not live in green grass, upon the mountain terrace, or within the green wash of jungle." We must listen with a clear mind when our annoying friends tells us of snakes in the house, for out of the mouths of kittens comes warning, and wisdom, and a hair-ball or two.

All BRIGHT-LIFE are connected in the MOJO of love, in universal compassion, and respect for the Light of hidden things and the hidden Light of being. Let us gather strength and hope as the widow gleans grain from her neighbor’s fields. You must labor for charity or it means nothing.

It is exceedingly well to be diminished to MOJO, and become uncontrolled enough for an ignition of spirit, an exchange of face, a change of aspect, a gift of grace. Let us embrace love and hope, and share the vibration of whimsy, knowing all things are possible when hearts commune. Within a ring of mercy, there is no failure--no reason to stall our journey toward Overstanding.

Now, if your family and friends fail you, because they are unwilling or unable to guide you, then the responsibility remains your own; to go into the world and find the BRIGHT-LIFE able to guide you. And if you find no one to assist you at all, the Tao remains your responsibility. Is it not your spirit that is on the path? The universe will answer you if you learn to ask the right questions.

XXII. THE HELPFUL ENEMY: the helpful enemy can assist your journey for while he is expressing a negative attitude toward you--you decide for yourself under pressure. You will not receive his word but you will understand it.

The helpful enemy will teach you not to be like him in any way, at any point. He will teach you, unknowingly, to respond to that which is true by your own Flux. Sometimes, the best thing in life is a good bad example.

Know, beyond the shadow of dark thought, that truth is a scaly Gator that can climb out of muddy water and follow you home. Do not whistle in the dark unless you've stocked your pantry.

Allow yourself to be involved in any event that is positive in Flux. Ask directions as needed. If the DARK-LIFE falls in step with you, then head the other way. DARK-LIFE never moves toward peace or harmony. You must avoid its Tao or the DARK-LIFE wins.

XXIII: FULL POWER TO THE SHIELDS: all hands to battle stations...Ready photon torpedoes...The Captain is on the bridge...the smoking lamp is out. Let there be no doubt. I am a Free Verse of the Infinite Song, from a higher octave of thought. My universal spirit is now possessed by love and Overstanding. I feel your pain---your woundedness---Children of Earth, you co-exist on a planet where illness, loneliness, frustration, prejudice and violence walk the streets beside the illusive possibility of sincere love, kindness, and hope.

Some of you are willing to journey as deep as humanly possible into the depth and debris of your souls. Others, however, cling to their shadow, lacking the inner discipline necessary to challenge the dark dominion of habit.

You, my sad, DARK-LIFE friend, believe it is safer to follow the rugged shore-line, plowing through piled obstructions, rather than risk the unknown fathoms of Love’s tranquillity--where all creatures are carried by blue-crystal current.

XXIV. I AM PEGASUS, ANOTHER VOICE IN THE CHORUS: spiritual guide, first-class, I am currently leveling off at sixty thousand feet. My traveling companion is the Morning Star. Our flight plan is filed, and the Tao is as clear as the eye that beholds it. Believe in the open door and come with a semi-closed mind. A fully open mind gathers universal death as an open grave gathers dead meat.

I will speak past tense from the warmth of my mothers womb, knowing what is to come, knowing that time (as the shadow-land knows it) is not on my side. Soon enough, I will be a phantom, disjointed from time. I will grow in Memory, without Legacy. I will be known for six, wonderful weeks but my short life will have a very positive effect; there are estranged spirits that will come together for the first time in years as the Mourning Light breaks. They will remember on the other side of Anger.

There is a beautiful place where friendship and love reside. Wasted years will be totaled to the sum of stupidity until it is reached and the long silence breaks. My parents will love, honor, respect, care, and be reconciled to each other once they move past my tiny corpse.

Suffering kills us or drives us out of self-absorbed shadow, into Quantum Process. The DARKLIFE prefer death.

XXV. I AM WANTED: conceived in love, what a nice way to start life on Earth. I will bring harmony into being, in the lives I touch, in those who touch me. Others shall continue what I leave undone. I rejoice to know that it is not the charge of a spirits temporal dimension that honestly matters, it is the kinetic transfer of that life's energy.

XXVI. CAll ME SID (Sudden Infant Death): you see, one beautiful afternoon, in a time that is coming, I will lay down to sleep and I will forget how to breath. However, I will always recall in gratitude, the Paramedics and Doctors that will fight for my life.

I know my mother will hold my cold flesh and bath me with warm tears, and in time, give me to the furnace. Hands of flame

will brush away most of my substance, and my ashes will be poured into a gold urn, away from the world I briefly loved. I will be kept in Grandmothers' apartment, where objective love and understanding will ionize my dust, and auras will go blue and fuzzy.

And in the lost, waking hours of a troubled night, or from deep meditative pools of silence, I will speak to the open- hearted and be heard. The open-minded must no longer distract themselves with prismatic rainbows when the hard white Light is needed. They must no longer say, "So long as memory endures, and I have someone to remember, I am immortal". Immortality is a state of heart, not the dispensation of sentiment.

One day, mother and father will sift my ashes through their fingers, painting a smile on the wind---in a wild, beautiful place---they will plant their pain in a hole, and fill its emptiness. And I will bless the flowers.

B O O K T W O

Things You Should Never Do To yourself, or Living From The Inside Out.

I. MORNING STAR: prepare your hearts and minds for my words so that they may not fall to the thrashing floor and be swept away. My universal mind and spirit Overstands the Earthbound journey into the SHADOWLANDS, where deception breeds much aversion to truth.

Some never leave the badlands--these VALLEY-DWELLERS value expertise and mastery in the art of lying to themselves. See how dim their light has grown, guttering toward extinction in the slag of choking wax that is their pride. They find it easy to lie to each other because they have practiced on themselves.

A time may come when their absorption rate exceeds their gravitational lock. Flux then occurs. The Quantum Process ignites BRIGHT-LIFE. Positive, objective energy may be reborn by implosion through Tesseracted folds of space. This is possible but not likely. Dark-Stars can swallow the light until the clock runs down. Without duration there is no transfiguration.

DARK-LIFE, lies will rob you of peace. You will toss in your sleep, drained of strength. Your lies sniff at your heels, hounding you, dogging your days in the shadow-lands. You are driven. If not, you should go alone to seek professional help. Fly from your home; run screaming through the streets. Maybe an enlightened bag lady or Bus driver will take the time to heal you. Better yet, listen to my words.

II. ANOTHER OPTION: Find the wild, savage digs where I once lay buried. The One Spirit may whisper if you learn to listen. Terra has a voice for those who value stillness. But why listen to your world when you don't even hear human voices---such as those that have tried to help you survive in spite of yourself.

The sincere sound of human concern has never touched your inner universe. It has been stuck on stupid. Long ago, you decided that being different was bad, and that the person who's skin is another color has no value to you.

I speak to my Earth companions, not the stars, because most of my friends do not know if they're coming or going. Keep yourself from common error: never promise yourself anything unless you are mentally/emotionally/intellectually/sexually/ spiritually prepared to keep your promises.

Life comes without a guarantee, except for death, failure, taxes, and the gift of the phoenix--the privilege of starting over from the ashes of your last dream.

Shadow-dwellers, be watchful and infinitely careful. While you are lying behind each other’s backs. There are those among you who are very powerful (psychic warlocks immersed in anti-life energies), who practice controlling and manipulating the behaviors of those at play with negative energy.

These Shadow-mages will hurt you for telling the truth about their personal, psychic connections. Remember, that which is stuck on stupid hates the exposing light. Unless you are prepared to accept their retaliation of negative polarity, you should let sleeping dragons get their beauty-rest, and not pull on scaly tails.

You may believe that the psychic-reader is an enlightened Earth spirit, but you should never bet your life on it.

If you are willing and able to pay the piper, do so. You will own the music, and may dance. However, if you cannot bring yourself to tell a person they are out of key, pause for intermission. To be safe you, shouldn't think or say anything at all. The dead are the safest of all.

Of course, you could always move out of the graveyard and into the light...the choice is yours until you wait too long and your free-will dies of neglect, being left too long in impoverished soil.

III. HELLO, THERE, EARTHBOUND SPIRIT: this is Vega standing in the door. Do you realize that it is not good for

your inner child to keep secrets from you? Secrets are coins that purchase pride. If you have no secrets...than no one can

tell on you...unless you rat yourself out. Many people do, it relieves the stress of being who they are.

There is a type of personality trained in the art of the lie. They are defeated by integrity. They will not believe you can live an open life, so you become a secret most unfathomable. You have no locked room in your attic, no cupboard storing insecurities, while DARK-LIFE live in closets.

None can claim power over you if you first expose the negatives of your own life. Exposure is painful but often gives us what we need the most: freedom.

You Earth spirits should stop asking others to do something that you yourself will not do, especially those of you skilled in

the art of manipulation. Manipulation can seem positive, depending on how you squint into the sun, but the best we really do, using unsuitable tools, is to draw even.

All manipulations are negative. This does not mean that we can't generate positive energy to improve the common good, only that we cannot use manipulation as a tool. Only the self-appointed-all-powerful-guru-type-person believes otherwise, though he wouldn't admit it to you.

When dealing with someone who is not the same color as themselves, DARK-LIFE are stupid. They compound their ugliness with arguments framed in rage? They do not consider that words spoken too hastily are often repented of in the emergency room.

When Stuck-On-Stupids collide, it is best to be on the sidelines selling tickets.

Retentive Darklife, be more disciplined. Never leave the Porcelain Throne without wiping Uranus...and washing your hands.

If you carry germs into a clean kitchen, it woun’t stay clean. If you are not careful, you will end up with hepatitis, and then blame someone else for not washing your hands!

And stop telling everyone; I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, or I Love You, I Love You, I Love You, when you won’t change and are having real difficulty loving yourself. It is impossible to truly love another without first laughing in a mirror?

Do you leave your bedroom a mess? Do you like living in clutter or can you not tell the difference between a clean room and a dirty room. If no one sets you a standard—set your own. Just remember, your space is a mirror of your mind---WHAT ARE YOU TELLING EVERYONE?!?

If you need assistance, go ask your mother for help. If she cannot help you, then you and your mother should go to an Earth personality who is a Room Therapist. And if the Room Therapist is unable to help you, you could always try your grandmother. She can help you...provided she knows the difference herself.

Blindness can be taught as well as inherited. Some Earth personalities are taught that cleaning a room is a most unpopular activity. They are in real trouble. Their only remaining hope is that their little circle of friends includes someone with at least one eyeball working.

Question: when are you Earth-born going to break the old, bad habit of allowing your precious minds and bodies to awaken in terrible frustration? There is a very good chance that you will have a very bad day, and your evening will be an emotional morass because you got out of bed, becoming a danger to everyone.

OFF TO A BAD START: you should have gone in the cold of the night when nature called instead of hugging your warm blankets and denying yourself a cataract at the porcelain throne. You are having a difficult time getting rid of waste matter. You have no bran muffin, your coffee is cold, you allowed your lover to go to bed mad at you, and when you entered the kitchen, you could smell your bacon and eggs burning. And yes, your toast is smoking in the toaster, and the baby is crying, wearing oatmeal on its head. The off-key whine of the smoke-detector eats your brain while your subconscious mind sneers, reminding you that it is your responsibility to care for the child even though he doesn't look like you. You do not like children of any color, and now your bare toes discover that the freezer has thawed out over night, and all your food is as spoiled as you are, and when you finally escape the house, you find that your precious car is stolen, and there goes your status symbol.

You cry to the heavens in a brief burst of anger mingled

with self pity, then go back into the house to use your phone in order to report to the police department that your manhood is gone while your lover smiles strangely at you, and you learn that your phone has just been disconnected because no one paid the phone the bill. You were so busy smoking your pipe full of cocaine, you never noticed.

And all of a sudden you come to the realization that most of the events that are taking place could have been prevented if you had just taken care of your business, and were in the habit of beginning your day with a song in your heart, and a prayer on your lips instead of powdering your nose.

IV. OH, EARTH SPIRITS: your own life experiences should have taught you by now that there’s no way you can truly buy friendship or love. They must be given without condition from a free and honest heart...and if you accept anything less, you will be committing a serious crime against your own spirit.

And, you should also realize, through your own personal experiences, that it is not at all helpful to a friend's or child's growth if you are in the habit of rewarding them for making no real, sincere effort on their own part. It is very possible that the friend or child will become lazy, and arrogant ...and then probably, a very non-productive member of the great society!

And this is for you Earth personalities who are not applying good sense to judgment:

You should never go to the door of the dope-house with your money and pipe in your hand, while the dope dealer is talking to a police officer with a battering ram--or, are you needing a place to live for a few months, tired of being held responsible for your own miserable life. The kind police officer will be glad to take you to in and do all of your thinking for you, so that you can stop being so stuck on stupid. Find another way to take care of business...or go to jail.

And this for those Earth personalities who like doing their own thing:

Remember, you should never drive your mother's car to the dope-house when the car doesn't have the right color stickers, and is out of date. You have forgotten, you do not have a current driver's license. It would be really stupid if you stop by the dope-dealers house, driving your mother's car. When the police impound it and sell it at auction, it will belong to someone else and your mother will not like you a least, little bit anymore and she will stop bailing you out of jail.

Now this is for all of you thieves:

It is important that you attempt to remember this: it is not good for your emotional state of mind to steal from other Earth personalities when you yourself are not emotionally prepared for someone to steal from you. Does that make any sense to you at all? The rock you throw will break your own window. What goes around comes around with a vengeance until the lesson is learned. Give serious thought to that before your Karma car-jacks your comfort zone.

Now this is for all of you unconcerned mothers and father's: it is of paramount importance that each one of you attempt to remember that it is never good for you or your children to continue taking your rent and food money to the dope dealers house in order to buy a few moments of total insanity. At some point in time, you and your beloved children will be put out of your messy, roach-infested house, and back onto the street. And you may be turned down at the shelter because you did not share your dope with the right people when you had it and they are still mad at you.

Please don't get mad at them for being them selves. It is not their fault that you were so stupid that you did not pay the rent; because it was party time with your once-a-month-friends who are living with their parents still, on the other side of town, and have no time for you since your pockets are now empty.

And remember that it is also possible that the state or the county will cut-off your aid. Therefore, you should think about all of the things that could happen to you before you take your money to the dope house again this week. Think about it, if you still know how! And remember not to get mad at your so called friends for not wanting to share any of their food with you since you are in the habit of giving your money and food stamps to the dope man.

You should go to the dope dealers and ask one them to feed you and your hungry children...and by the way...you better stop beating your children simply because they cry in hunger. Your own negative behavior has brought you to this. DARK-LIFE is a self-inflicted state.

Realize beyond the swaying shadow of a cobra in your confused heart, that you should stop at once from beating your beloved kids because they are hungry, because they may come to believe that this is how love is expressed, and one day, they will take a gun and show you the barrel of love.

When will you realize that you are forcing the great society to take measures to insure that your children are receiving the proper diet every day of their lives. You will learn the hard way after you have spent a few years in one of the state concentration camps.

And you better believe this; your behavior is placing you in dire risk, and the concentration camp may be your only, living future. Once you are there, you may never get out to continue doing those old, stupid things to yourself and your children.

Alter your negative polarity or suffer the consequences. The time to think about your future is while you still have one!

You SHADOW-LANDERS drive your cars at dangerous speeds under the influence of the drug of the week? You know that drugs cause you to be totally incoherent, especially when you are on your last faint heart-beat, mourned without reason.

And saying that you are sorry a hundred and forty-three times will not alter the fact that another Earth spirit is in the hospital clinging to life because you were doing your own thing. Their only mistake was being in your field of negative force, on

the same road as you, while your anger dragged you blindly through the night.

Now I am speaking directly to all those who are riding about in a mental stupor, thinking that they are cool. Never, and I mean never, pull a gun on a police officer, unless you are emotionally prepare to die from the act of being a total fool. Police officers are well trained in dealing with those edj’cated on the streets, who found high school a waste of time.

You should have been in the park playing with the children rather than trying to appear to be so bad in front of your wanna- be-bad friends. Why die, trying to impress fools who cannot even spell your name, who will never take time from getting loaded to attend your funeral.

Earth spirit, do you want a headstone that reads: STUCK-ON-STUPID?

You should honestly think about your life before you put it in the paws of the man-killing lion that is insane for your blood. Stop at once from listening to the lies that are coming from foolish Earth personalities who are not your true friends.

Try listening to your own inner voice. Whatever decisions you decide to make for yourself will be at the expense of your own life so be very careful, at all times, the life you save may be your own!

Oh, beautiful Earth spirits, by now, some of you should realize that it is to your own advantage to stop all of these negative thoughts and impulses such as the habit of lying to your best friends and your significant other--and your probation officer. There will surely come a time in your life when you will be telling the truth, and because of your past actions and behaviors, your posse will not believe a word that you are sprouting.

Remember to be honest at all times with yourself and others. Think about telling the truth while you have the truth to tell, the trust that you will gain is priceless.

When will you Earthbound stop spending precious moments wondering what it is that another is doing? Focus on thinking your own thoughts, and building your own dreams while you can.

I know beyond the shadow, that many of my Earth friends will have no difficulty working for years for the same company, not thinking about making any real plans for their future, under the impression that they will own the company one day by divine right of kings 'cause the world owes them a free ride. Wake up and smell the sizzlin' soy-patties, Burger Boy. You're a few fries short of a happy meal.

If you CAN remember how to see inwardly, think about being honest with what you find! How likely are your dreams, and have you ever worked them to the break-through point.

V. SAYINGS OF THE ENLIGHTENED GRANDMOTHER: Earth personalities are very good at learning through positive and negative example, but seldom even take a thought as to the nature of the example before using it. In fact, most earth personal cannot even tell the difference.

Positive and negative are subjective values, depending on environment, and Captain Midnight decoder rings for classification. Subjective ethics exists not because there is not a Higher Power with an objective standard, but in spite of this.  Man, made in the spiritual image of God, insists on being his own standard because as long as a man is his own judge, he will ever be acquitted.

Well anyway, yesterday my granddaughter was telling me that someone had taken something from her, and I said to her, do you mean to tell me that the getter got what was not given...when will you remember, that what goes around certainly will...the whipper-snapper got whipper-snapped and didn't like it a least little bit.

Do you believe that what goes up, must come down whether or not you believe--maybe because you believe it? There is a point where a new game begins and the old rules don't apply. Go up high enough and you free-fall in cosmic space where nothing comes down because there is no down.

The Enlightened Grandmother tells her children: Remember at all times to be honest for the peace of mind that you save may well be your own. It is to your personal advantage to do unto others as you would have them do unto you...and that will always be a fact of life. Whether you believe it or not.

The Enlightened Grandmother says: when Earth spirits know that you are telling the whole truth---it really hurts for it hits them where they honestly want to live, in the palace of illusions that they would have you share.

Time may transform a lie into a historical event, making it true . And truths may become lies when left unburied after their time has passed, so who can measure the sting of either when each may wear the other's face?"

Within the golden mask: the wise person will say, "there is no logical sense for getting mad about the truth, even if it the half truth that lies....because the objective truth will always be safe in the objective heart of the universe!"

FLASHBACK: I will always remember the day the Enlightened Grandmother was walking home from the store, in the midst of winter. She saw a human snake who was in the process of dying from the cold and being the human person that she is...she put her arms around the human snake and took it to her home where it could survive.

And after she bathed, clothed and fed the snake a hearty meal, the human snake turned and bit her. The Enlightened Grandmother, asked the snake, "why in the world did you bite me? I was only trying to help you in your time of real need."

And the snake said, "you knew that I was a human snake, and that it is my nature to bite Earth spirits who are stupid enough to assist me. You should have left me to die, but you couldn't--you are BRIGHT-LIFE, and have acted as you must. Now you will die because you did not remember the Law of Outward Natures. You should never take a human snake into your home unless you are a real snake charmer!"

"But wait a minute, Enlightened Grandmother." Rigel whispers. "If you wuz bit by the snake, how come you're not dead?"

"It is true , I had forgotten the Law of Outward Natures, but it is also true that there is a higher law my spirit cannot forget, a law a human snake may never know. And the higher law always sets aside the lower. The higher law says: THEY WHO LIVE BY PERFECT LOVE MAY NEVER DIE.

RETURN TO PRESENT TENSE, The Enlightened Grandmother to her grandson: it is no fun hunting rabbits...if the rabbit has its own gun. DARK-LIFE like shooting something that cannot shoot back. They call it sporting not to take a sporting chance. Yet more fearsome than these are the psuedo-lectuals that would disarm them to make subjugation easier. I fear the most, those who would keep me safe despite myself.

Never point a gun at someone unless your life is in serious danger, because you never know what the other person is going to do when threatened. Remember that there are slick souls who are expert at playing you out of pocket...and bang, bang, bang---you're dead.

Kill with a gun if you must but never play with it!

The use of a weapon may one day save you. The use of your own body as a weapon will certainly spare you the presence of the aggressive fool. But it is better to conquer by reason and thought, and not fight at all. A battle is best won before begun. That is why you need a flexible, balanced mind.

You have insight. You know when you are in the danger zone. Watch out for those who are unhappy with their present life-circumstances, who will see your loss as their gain!

The Enlightened Grandmother: was saying, you should stop getting mad at others for mistaking your kindness for weakness, because your so-called weakness is the honest sign of a real human being who is strong enough to assist a friend or stranger in dire need. Someone else's' misinterpretation of your action is their problem. And if they do not know your strength, you have the advantage of surprise on your side whenever they come to take what is yours. Use it well.

The Enlightened Grandmother says, some of you DARK-LIFE should know better than to take your beautiful young baby out into the rain, unprotected. It is not healthy for your young baby for you to stand in the rain with so-called friends and a partially clothed child, waiting for the dope dealer to bring you some cocaine. Your lack of concern is dangerous.

“There is always the possibility that your social worker may be in the neighborhood looking for someone else and see you

standing in the rain with your baby. And here she is! You cop a negative attitude, and your friend tells your worker that it is none of her damn business what's going down because you're doing your own thing.

AND THE SOCIAL WORKER RESPONDS WITH WORDS OF HUMAN CONCERN:

Well, the little baby honestly IS my business so don't be at all surprised when you do not receive next months welfare check, but get an order to appear in court instead. You will not be receiving any more checks from the county to waste on buying cocaine for the state was giving you the money to care for your child. Next time, think about being more responsible if there is a next time. The state is going to take your child so you will be forced to get a job or do whatever it is that you like doing while starving.

I hope that you stop being so darn lazy, now. Please take care of yourself. It will be easier for you because we will be careing for the child as soon as I return to my office and start the paper work. So have a nice day and tell your friend here, that I am doing my work-thing, and that I will see them later in the week. They are lucky that they did not have their child out in the rain today.

And when you are done buying your dope, please go home and clean up the house before we arrive to take the child because we WILL see you in court.

The Enlightened Grandmother says: I remember the good old days when you could honestly share your food and money with a friend, and it would be returned to you in some way. However, people have changed, and not for the better. Relationships and friendships in all forms have suffered. There are Earth personalities who will lie at the drop of a hat, and become so mad at you for wanting to assist them in their time of need that they will steal from you while you are trying to give them something shiny.

And now there are times when even the Enlightened Grandmother is afraid to go outside. This Great Society has allowed itself to become insensitive to the older person. Respect is dead. Are we guilty of not giving generations X, Y, and Z proper love? Did we set them in front of the TV instead of reaching for a book to read to them? Or is it just the times?

The American Apartheid is cutting edge. The DARKLIFE are so obsessed with the thought of who is better than whom, that you can lose your life by merely looking at someone the wrong way. And what is the wrong way? Would you believe that the Enlightened Grandmother never thought that she would be seeing what she is through out the world.

Darwin made a monkey of himself; our society has become so depraved that devolution is true r than evolution: if Man were evolved, his society would be evolved. It is not. Instead, society has devolved to Chaos, selecting madness and apathy as its base unit of exchange.

The Enlightened Grandmother says: the Great American Society, with honorable intentions, has made itself into a multicultural monster, a system rewarding those who abandon creativity. It then overpays them for playing baseball, basketball, football etc. while underpaying those who teach--feeding and nourishing the mind and spirit.

The Pseudo-lectuals of the Great Society knows what they do. They’ve known all the time, grown expert in the art of having the poor believe their inversions. Their falseness is a matter of public record. They cannot honestly help those beaten down by life, but they swear to spend the public’s money trying.

Only a few have taken full advantage of the Great Society's opportunities, joining a world where confusion and deception are methods of operation. The Great Society knows that it can fool almost everyone with class envy and fear mongering. It has people looking all over the planet at the various stages of Apartheid so that the home-grown brand is forgotten, ignored.

The American Apartheid in the U.S. is so smooth, people are disliking each other out of stupidity. Look around. Everywhere you see it; people stuck on stupid no matter what color, creed, race or religion they embrace...our society in trouble. People aren't coming together. Their fears prevent unity. Pseudo-lectuals instigate disunity in the name of justice--maintaining their status quo. People should be trying to assist one another rather them trying to kill one another, but souls are out of Whack!

Excuse me! I think I see equality. The oppressed has mastered prejudice. Now, those who don’t oppress him are GUILTY too. The modern white man can’t be innocent of ages of bloodshed spilled before his birth because victims need an oppressor to claim their high and exalted statis. Victims need someone to pay them to stay that way or how can they survive?

In this Great Society, the rich personalities are saying, give the poor souls some gold and silver, and a place at the table. We will deal. In the end, we will have all the trinkets, gold, silver, and everything else that they think that they need to be what we are. You can't win playin' another man's game.

The fool will always want to have that which glitters before their cloudy, blood-shot eyes, for only fools want something that cannot nourish, cannot be burnt for fuel or made into clothing, or be used for shelter. Think about what you gain when you buy things you don’t honestly need!

VI. A WISE EARTH PERSON: my friends stop lying to yourself because there is a very good chance that you might start believing the lies. You know that you feel better when you are telling yourself the whole truth...don't you?

VII. THE SONG BEGINS: the little, precious babies are crying out from the womb...please, Mommy, please...stop smoking cocaine and sharing all of that negative energy with my young developing mind or there is a chance the nice doctor will not be able to save my precious life. Please, Mommy, think about me and maybe I will grow up and able to help you if you are still having problems dealing with life the way it really is, as oppose to the way you think it should be when you are smoking dope and drinking beer.

VII. BABY CHORUS (in three-part harmony): Save me-me-me-me!

VIII. THE HUNGRY BABY SAYS: Mommy, please go to the store before you go to the dope house, for I am hungry and you know that I have not eaten since yesterday. I am not mad at you for being at this point in your negative development, but I need to eat before you get overloaded because you know that you always forget to feed us both. That's partly why you're looking so unhappy dead all of the time!

IX. THE ATTITUDE BABY: Momma, I am sick and tried of being afraid you'll picking me up when you have been smoking that cocaine and drinking your beer and you're mad at your no-good boy friend because there is a likelihood you will squeeze my stuffings out or drop me on my head.

X. BABY CHORUS: Help, someone! Help me!

XI. THE EMOTIONAL BABY SAYS: Earth mother, if you love me, why haven't you gone for help for us both. I need positive energy so that I can grow up to be all that I dream. Please help me. If you do not care, give me to someone who will care, who will give me positive input and an occasional happy meal. Think about me on your way to the dope house. I'm the one in the closet.

XII. BABY COUNTING DOWN TO ZERO: Mom, when you are experiencing negative irradiation, you should take a deep breath and think about something real sensational; like the last time you had a good orgasm, or maybe the time that you spent the rent money on drugs, and were out of your mind for a few day and nights (Never mind how hard you crashed when you came down) or the time you spent all of the food money buying all of those new clothes and CD's. It might help.

I wish you'd bought me a couple good books, but reading is not part of your life-style. You honestly need an attitude adjustment as soon as possible. One day I will be gone and then what are you going to do for money. Oh, have another baby? You should name him Legal Tender.

Take care old spirit, my time grows short with you. Watch out for those negative vibes.

XIII. THE VERY AWARE BABY SAYS: Mother, why do you say you love me? Do you think that buying me some clothes now and then or taking me to a fast food place on the first of the month is love. During the month, your actions take on the nature of something else totally different?

Your actions prove that you do not love yourself most of the time because if you honestly loved yourself, you would stop smoking cocaine, staying out all night, and you would remember to feed me a proper diet. What's this you're shoving into my tiny hands? Potato chips. A Coke. Mommy, be careful how you treat yourself and others, because there is ONE who is keeping your tab, who will insist you pay your check before leaving the bar.

XIV. THE BLESSED, UNBORN BABY: I am blessed with the presence of my great grandmother. She is now sitting in a blue-plaid chair in her daughter's apartment. I love her spirit so much, I will fly by her, so that she can feel the presence of my unborn self.

I will fly with her for some time in the future for the ONE SPIRIT has allowed me to touch her spirit which is filled with Love and Overstanding. Our spirits dance in the windsong. What fun I am having this wonderful day! And would you believe that one of the most wonderful thing about being blessed is that at sometime out of space, you will be flying with all of the earth people who have allowed themselves to be freedom.

My spirit knows beyond all shadows on the sun that I am my Father, Father, Father, Father, Father, Father, Father's son. And I am my Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother,

Mother, Mother's son, and I will always be a very important part of the universal design regardless of Earthbound understanding.

I am so very happy that while I was being formed my mother's

womb, she was always talking to my spirit. She would say, young spirit, while you are inside, you will understand and Overstand, and know, and possess all things Unreasonable. You will know without knowing why you know or how. You are a positive spirit, and opposites attract so beware the allure of the negative. Keep your contact points free of corrosion.

Oh, Earth mother, I am so glad that you were reading to me, and going to school, and maintaining the proper diet and attitude while you were being confronted with all of those negative energies from your so-called personal friends. And I thank you, my lovely mother, for being one of those Earth spirits willing to weather the emotional storms of inner doubt and frustration while running the race like a true thoroughbred.

Because of you, I will come bustling into the light of this planet in great health, honestly wanted. I know beyond all shadow of doubt that my beloved father has been making plans for teaching me everything that is known to him.

Father, we will have our time together in the beautiful future where all truth abides. Love and Overstanding will be our guide. My father has learned that I may learn; we form an enharmonic bridge within the Song. He in his father, I in him, as my son shall be in me---united outside of time's decay!

XV. THE CONCERNED BABY: Mother, father, since each of you are having trouble accepting your own reality, how in the world am I going to learn to accept my own. You both should realize in the shadow of your empty dream, that I honestly need a positive role model. I am not responsible for your lousy childhood, but you are responsible for mine.

Each of you needs to spend more time reading and talking to me. I like to have a little attention every day. There is never anything going on in this apartment of a positive nature--though the rat fights are interesting. I desire to reach my full potential, and both of you are guilty of thinking that I do not know the difference. I know.

I know when I am being truly loved, and fed, and I know when you are fighting one another, and I can smell the smoke in the air when you are smoking your cocaine, and burning up the kitchen. I know when your behavior towards me changes. I know how you are going to respond when the landlord comes to collect the rent, and you haven't got it is because you wasted the money on drugs. I know when I am hungry. Stop telling me that I do NOT know how hard it is in the real world, because I am existing in my own real world, and it is no better than yours because it depends on yours.

I do not like it one little bit. You both have forgotten what it is like in my little world. Like me, my little world is quickly becoming road-kill, and its all your fault!

Please remember that I am your child. I demand that you take more time with me....or else the state will take me, and then you will be sorry. I might not forgive or forget your stupid actions towards me. Think about it before it is too late.

XVI. BABY CHORUS: Someone, please help us before we lose our itty-bitty mind-meld.

XVII. THE ENDANGERED BABY: Mom and Dad, when are you going to realize that it is not a good idea for either of you to leave me in the kitchen while the bacon is frying, and the milk is boiling, and the ice box is open, and both of you are in the other room with your friends smoking cocaine? Don't you know that I am in the kitchen, and it could catch on fire while you are huffing and puffing your brains out?

I keep wondering, why I had to come to this planet, and receive parents like the both of you. I am sure there must be a logical reason. I only hope I can survive long enough to learn what it is.

XVIII. THE ATTITUDE BABY: Hello, there, stupid parents.

This is baby Attitude and baby Emotions. We will speak to you, and I am sure you will not like what we have to say. we will most definitely be talking about the negative behavior both of you display toward my beloved sister and me.

Would you believe that I do not understand how you two very insensible Earth-bounders could possibly be our parents? After all, we have poured our MOJO out on you and both of you respond by causing us pain, confusion, and frustration. Usually, the only time that we receive any type of peace is after you beat us, and we play dead for awhile.

Both of you are trapped in your Event-Horizons. You have not noticed that we are constantly looking deep into your inner and outer actions and behaviors, that all we see, at every turn in the road, is illusion and despair. We're BRIGHT-LIFE---going dark forever in your shadow. Both of you have developed very bad habits that consume more than just your own little lives.

You like leaving dirty dishes in the sink, and all over the drain board. For some reason you, you do not accept the fact that the dishes should be cleaned after each meal. And it is evident that you are not honestly concerned about the fact that the cockroaches, ants, spiders, and mice are now commanding our kitchen, and eating more food then my sister and I.

You are experts at wasting good food, which was given to us by some nice people, because you both have the habit of beginning to cook dinner or breakfast in a dirty kitchen and before the meal is finished, there is a knock on the door, and it is one of your DARK-LIFE friends with the cocaine in their hands and the pipe hanging from their mouth, and in a thought, the both of you will run into the other room with the speed of lightning, and totally forget about us and the food which is on the lit stove. And when the food burns, one of you will walk into the room and holler at us, and then say that we are responsible because we should had been watching the food so that it wouldn't burn.

For some reason, you never think about the fact that we do not know how to cook…and we are too little to reach the top of the stove…that is crawling with cockroaches. Don't worry, your friends, the mice, will clean out the pots and pans.

You should realize that it is a little bit dangerous for a child to cook that can't even go to the bathroom without help. However, you don't.

I now realize that if my sister and I are going to survive in this apartment, that we had better learn to kill and eat rats in a real hurry. And mom, dad, each of you should learn how to be a little bit more considerate about us. You should change us some time. It is often necessary. We want to be cleaned every now and then, if it is not too much bother.

Please remember that we should be a very important part of your life. All you have to do is to take some time off from smoking your cocaine and lying to yourself about how much you really care for us, and just do something that can be considered positive in nature. We are sick and tired of hearing about all of the things that you are going to do next week, just do something today; in one moment of time.

And you better learn how to listen to us because my sister and I are learnin' how to talk to Earth Spirits and be understood by those who are listening, and seeing, with an objective heart and mind. You should remember, there is always the possibility that we may say the wrong thing at the right time, and then you will no longer be getting money from the state to care for us. Then, you will have no money to waste on cocaine, the food you burn, or making the rounds with your DARK-LIFE friends. The state will take us from you, and place us in a home where food will not be carbonized.

Please listen to us. You both need someone who is willing to assist a couple of fools who do not care about themselves. And you better believe this, old stupid parents, there are

Earth spirits in the world willing to give assistance. You both know it. Shadow proves the existence of light.

Mom and dad, we are honestly hoping that your present course can be altered, because at this moment in time, each of you are living the Tao of Mutual Assured Destruction, a very quick journey indeed.

So please mom and dad, think about it while there's time. We are little people and need help right now.

XIX. BABY CHORUS: Help! Help! There must be someone out there in the world who is honestly willing to speak for us little people without being afraid of PLANNED INFANTCIDE INC. How can anyone believe in the right to murder?

XX. BABY CONNECTION: Hello there. This is baby Connection. I am here to talk with my mother and father, because, for some reason, they do not realize at this point in their very poor development, that it is not safe for them to continue to leave the refrigerator door open while they smoke cocaine in the other room.

What little milk we do have will sour, and then you will beat us up because it will make you feel better about your mistake. It will never enter your mind that the mayonnaise will cause food poisoning, and should be thrown out, and that all of the food that your friends have stolen from you will not be freely returned. You will blame us because your friends will not give you food unless you have sex with them.

Mommy, you should know beyond a shadow of a doubt, that you always forget to go back into the kitchen when you have been smoking cocaine with your so-called friends, and that is the main reason why we are always running out of food. Maybe you should go to a therapist so we will not starve to death or lock ourselves in the refrigerator. Please get some help or else you may get loaded one day, and we will not be here when you return from your own little, tripped-out universe. The state will have us safely away. Please Get Help!

XXI. THE VERY WISE BABY: The very wise baby is saying; mom and dad, it is time for you and your false friends to stop sharing those false sounds of affection with my young forming mind. I realize you and your so-called friends are in the habit of sharing negative sounds with one another all of the time. If something positive was to sneak into your nega-speak, I'd have a tiny coronary. I know the true sound of love that’s missing from your tone. I know your heart by its emptiness. You should remember, if you can, that I’m filled with positive energy and need positive role models or I may survive to grow up like you.

You know, deep down in your heart, that you really wouldn't like this to happen. I like believing that somewhere in your heart, you want me to grow into a happy, productive person so please, Mommy, dig deeper and be honest with yourself so that you can be honest with me! Please!

XXII. INTELLECTUAL BABY: the intellectual baby is always saying; mom and dad, don't you think that it is time for you to stop all of these negative personalities from coming so close to my precious, young spirit. I do not like being touched by their dirty hands nor do I enjoy them trying to fill my mind with their false pretension, lies, negative energy, and feelings toward life. I do not desire to grow-up like any of them, with my mind pre-shadowed. I understand that you and your false friends are trying to control my mind while pretending to fill it. Misery sure loves company.

I am wondering why Earth spirits try to destroy my young mind. It would be to your own advantage to assist me in the proper way of thinking so that maybe I can become a doctor or something, and help pull you out of the grave you are digging for the world.

I am not mad at any of your DARK-LIFE friends for wanting to exist in their present state of inner and outer confusion. That is their right. However, it would be so nice if you and they would get an attitude adjustment, and wake-up to fight the meth fire in the kitchen. Life has more to offer.

And if possible, all of you stupid personalities should stop at once from wallowing in self-pity and guilt, and wake-up embracing life in all of its manifestations. Help me become a positive force in life, a person that will be useful in the great society. Of course, I understand that things are not good for you right now. You'll work on it tomorrow.

Someone, save me at once!

XIII. THE BABY INTERPRETER: The baby interpreter speaks for those babies that have lost the fight for their tiny, little lives. Mom, dad, why is it that you do not realize that the human body requires a certain amount of rest, and that food is necessary for growth and mental awareness. For some reason, you and dad are staying up all night, and forgetting to wake up in the morning in order to feed your young, developing children.

Within the shadow of hunger, I waited for you to wake-up and feed me before I died of starvation. Didn't happen. Was I disappointed?!? Feed me before you go off into a nod.

I grew sick of crying myself to sleep at night on the hard floor, of constantly calling out to no effect. I am wondering why the ONE didn't give me the power necessary for dealing with all these lost spirits. I am sure that the One was aware of the fact that these Earth personalities are living in the land of selfishness, greed, envy, jealously, hatred, lust, and apathy where cocaine is queen.

At this point in my micro-cosmic development, there is no way I can help them through the valley of self-doubt, for I need help myself in the aftermath of life. You get issues when you don't survive.

Maybe, survival is overrated. That thought now comforts me.

BABY EMOTION: You know, I am sick and tired of listening to DARK-LIFE parents telling themselves that they know everything, that they are just doing their own thing, for I know that is only the selfish response of those who receive but do not give.

I see a double rainbow of darkness. I can name the bands. LOOK! There’s Greed commanding those who want everything for themselves, never thinking about anyone else, and Jealousy is wanting in the wings of night. And there is Time--something that you think you have until he gets tired of waiting for you and leaves. Hatred is there as you tell yourself you do not like the enlightened because they possess what you cannot steal; command of your language, command of their own, values, a different life, another color.

The next rainbow band I see is Lust. Then Desire shading into a Hunger for power, regardless of what effect it has on anyone else. And then comes the evil of pride wrapped in ignorance, followed by Self-assigned Righteousness.

These rainbows bind the hearts of DARK-LIFE, giving them the ability to believe they are always right, even though they know deep inside that they are lying to themselves, they are willing to die for this belief system--knowing it must one day kill them.

Cocaine is the big excuse for not giving a damn about anything but cocaine. There is another choice: goodness (what a concept). Like all virtues, it will only come to you after a struggle, allowing you to wash the bovine droppings off your feet, your heart, and the brain. Your soul needs traction.

THE ENLIGHTEN BABY: Mommy, this society looks at you as a Professional Earth-bounder--is that you why treat me so badly most of the time. Is the fast lane to nowhere too fast for you? You can't punch out your personal darkness but I'm handy. I always thought the professional personality was here to be assisted by those who understand how things are working in the big, bad world, working for the public good. They will one day remember that I am part of that public, if I'm lucky.

You should work on being nice to me, or at least treat me as well as your DARK-LIFE friends. If you do not alter your behavior towards me, I may pick up the phone one day and call 911 for help. I have been keeping careful records written in blood.

Think about it!

Why did you become pregnant, and receive my precious spirit into your charge? Did you not realize I would require most of your time. Evidently, I was conceived out of greed--greed for pleasure without precautions, or maybe greed for a state welfare check and once a month and child support!

Old, DARK-LIFE Mother I am having objective difficulties in my true , inner-self. I do not like what I am seeing and hearing every day of my young life. I accept the fact that your current behavior is honestly your best effort, still, the One Song tells me that you should be hugging and kissing me every day, and not using foul language while shaking my delicate, breaking bones.

And I now know beyond the shadow of my injuries that you did not give any real thought to what would be involved in having a young spirit in your unconcerned care. You are not able to show any sign love. Soon, I will be like you, and one day, if I live, I will go to school and settle my disagreements there with an automatic rifle.

You are a very insincere Earth mother. Adding insult to my injury, you told the doctor that I fell off of the bed. You know that is impossible because you have me sleeping on the floor. You never spend any time with me; the rash on my body is always itching but you don't see it. Your social worker will walk into your dirty apartment one day and catches you beating the poop out of me, and takes me from you, because you are not fit to care for a young, Earth spirit, having trouble caring at all about anyone else.

You should start looking for another way to receive some money each month, because I am now using my MOJO, and I will be leaving your presence, and you can believe this or not. I have ways of communicating with concerned BRIGHTLIFE. If I go to the hospital one more time, and you tell the same old story again, I am sure that one of the doctors or nurses will look into my sincere eyes, and see the whole truth, and someone will come knocking on your door to see how in the world a young baby keeps falling from a bed that is always on the floor.

Stop telling those lies about how I am getting hurt all of the time. Living with you is no fun at all. You and your girl friends need professional assistance as soon as possible. Your friends believe in your love because they use the same brand.

I know that your mother treated you the same way when you were young, but that is no excuse for you to do it to me. I will not accept your past as a justification for my present. You are mistreating my young spirit, but not for long. You can soon rest assured that I am going to be treated to love and harmony by someone despite you. Someone out there is coming to save me (I hope).

XXVI. THE BABY CHORUS SINGS: Got no one ta save me, (Oh, Lord!) Got those no-one-ta-save-me blues!

XXVII. SPIRITUAL BABY: the spiritual baby is saying to all

Earthbound spirits; why is it that you mothers and fathers are guilty of treating stray dogs, cats, cars, T.V.s, and flowers better than you treat your own children; I see all of the different ways you have of stroking your dogs and cats from my place in the Great Dance.

You Professional Earth-bounders spend all of your time playing with your precious dog or cat and forget the little child on the floor. You will hit the child for not getting out of the

way of your cat or dog. And you will feed the animals before you even think about giving your child some food. And sometimes, you give you child the dog food and feed the Gerber to the cat.

Why is it that you rarely put your hands on your children, unless you are in the process of hurting them? I know beyond the shadow of pain that most of you Earth-bounders did not receive real love and affection when you were young. However, you should remember how badly you wanted to be loved. Now, you have the chance to find love in your child's MOJO?

Give yourself a chance to feel the reality of love refracted and squared. Share positive energy. Try it. You might like it enough to do it all the time. Get off the Porcelain Throne and share the love that is trapped deep within the bowels of your imploded soul.

XXVIII. BABY AWARENESS: baby awareness says, mother, father, there comes a time when it is to the family's advantage to realize I am crying in the other room, needing positive attention. My diaper may need to be changed. I may need my bottle, or maybe I just need a warm fuzzy feeling with a big hug and kiss attached.

I don't want to be mad at DARK-LIFE parents, but you have taught me the art of venting pressure negatively. Soon, I know that you are going to attempt to teach me how to become disenchanted with everything that comes into view because you are modeling a totally pissed-off frame of mind. Why should I learn how to feel anything at all?

I keep wishing that at least one of you would learn how to be a little positive about something. The world is depraved; you‘ve made it in your image. But I have no intention of growing up to live in your furious fashion.

You better start thinking about being more positive in my presence so I can be more positive. At this point in my Tao, I am not honestly concerned about how each of you are feeling, about your so-called friends, or family. I am only concerned with your treatment of me.

I know that if you get into the habit of treating me like I am important, you might believe it. Then you might start treating yourself the same way. I, your child, would like to see all of us in the happy state of maximum MOJO.

If you don't get it together, I will be gone from your life soon, and you will be sorry for I am a very positive, loving person. Journey deeper, beloved parents, before you miss the true magic of being loved by your own child. Work on being happy! It doesn't happen by accident.

XXIX. HARMONY BABY: the harmony baby is saying, well Mom and Dad, it's time for me to lay it all on the metaphysical line. Your priorities are unfocused and knotted up where I'm concerned!

I'm sure, that each of you knows, in the shadow of your guilt, that you're inconsistent in sharing your affections with each other and me. Both of you are filling my young, developing mind with negative thoughts, feelings, actions, and behaviors, but I don't want to be DARK-LIFE like you.

I honestly hate being around either of you when you are smoking cocaine for I have noticed, in a flash, both of you acting like you are really concerned until you reach a state of emotional insanity, and then you reverse polarity, beating. If I go to the bathroom, you forget I asked to go, and you beat me for independence though you don't want to take care of me. My poor mind has difficulties dealing with your negative energies. You shake it like a rattle. Then you shake me until I rattle.

Since I am a young spirit, I must accept my present fate, but, as I grow older and become a responsible Earth person---totally in charge of his own destiny---I may decide to assist the both of you very unconcerned parents along your chosen journey with a shot gun. Or at least, I may treat you as I have been treated. If I can keep my Tao together, I will use my MOJO to electroshock both of you back to reality.

Or, on the other side of the golden coin, I may decide that I do not care what happens to either of you. I know that within the shadow of your own actions and behaviors, that both of you are selfish and superficial. You are always forgetting about caring for my basic needs.

I hope both of you Earth parents will do a little soul searching, and stop taking your personal frustrations out on me.

Please seek some type of assistance as soon as possible before I forget how to love you. And you better remember that I know how to apply my MOJO even now. You had better change your attitude towards me in the near future!

THE SOCIOPATHIC BABY: see my smile in the darkness. See the knife I hold. I no longer know the difference between right and wrong. Don’t fall asleep, ever. I like the color of blood. You have blood in you. Maybe I’ll find out how much. It won’t be my fault of course--I’m your victim as much as you will be mine!

FINAL WORD BABY: magic isn't always pink rabbits and floating ladies. Sometimes, it's power that comes dressed to kill with burning eyes (the better to see you with, my dear) stalking the forests of the night. You had best watch out.

P.S.  The Monster in the closet is a friend of mine.