Posts Tagged With: universe

Ode to Doctor Who

Included in my anthology, Twisted Vine: An Anthology of Short Stories and Poems, is this tribute I wrote to this episode of Doctor Who – The Village of the Damned.  I just thought it was very sad they couldn’t be together, but hoped they would someday. Hope you enjoy it.


The Message


On a world unimagined

In a universe untold

Lived a woman of unrenowned

Whose life did once unfold.


Mysterious and magical

Assuredly she did live

Within her galaxy’s environs

Which great visions to her did give.


She walked among the grass and stones,

And sang unto the trees

Where housed many winged and climbing things,

Her words they oft did heed.


Each day seemed no different

The next always came and went,

Till a vision of destruction foretold

Her world would burn as her universe was rent.


As she watched the leaves aflutter

Tumbling across the peaceful ground,

Gathering as gleeful mice in somersaults,

Spinning all around,


A great thunder cracked the fabric defined

As time and space, breaking the multi-ways;

Its universes of galaxies and dimensions

Where light and darkness divided all the days.


Her power alone could not repair

The damage that was done,

But vision begged her so she spake

Upon the stars seeking for only one.


Beyond her universe his lonely heart

Was found, so instantly hers he knew,

Both understanding great powers that

Make all living worlds — too few.


Her message was harnessed by the stars

Sending out her one true plea, “Come!”

Knowing with the multi-verses in such peril

Soon all the lovely visions would succumb.


“Help I need,” she prayed the powers,

“So bring him unto me,

To the very heart where light and love

Abound for those within this sea.”


He looked upon the message

Without much understanding,

But heeded Astrid’s urgency knowing

Only he had such power commanding.


Across the timelines, through the dimensions

He followed the star-trail of his quest,

He and his companion fighting all the forces

Impeding his desire to fulfill his very best.


Upon arrival, prepared for intervention,

Expecting an ending of all his latter days,

His arsenal was readied, but he feared

Too late for the mending of the ways.


All seemed lost as he gazed upon

The darkness which did abound

Where once bright light swirled o’r heavens

To shine on many worlds all ’round.


He questioned his awareness asking,

“I think…have I seen this before?”

Till a spark of hope winked upon a

Blackened cinder-world once more.


“There!” he cried and hurried

To the sight of lone absolution

To gaze upon a vine encrusted citadel of death,

The light within crying for resolution.


“What is it?” His companion, a lesser being,

Inquired of his sighting.

His explanations confusing until he said,

“Only that for which we would be fighting.”


“This is the last refuge of the sacred holy

And there she lies inside

For nary a universe of heavens and earths

Would exist for me if ever she had died.”


He used his mighty powers

To part the door’s lone way

To find an unkempt garden with spirits

Who could only be the ancient fey.


He cleared the once worn path

To follow her beckoning voice

All the while marveling at the beauty

That was, apparently, her choice.


“Look, there,” was softly spoken.

“It’s her. This time I’m not too late.

She held the rent until I came.”

He ran as his companion begged, “No, wait.”


But he longed to see the vision

He’d witnessed through her star-sent plea

Finding only her barren framework housed

In tattered threads, her figure so incomplete.


It touched his lonely heart

With such a pain he could never say.

He halted his advance, his heart revealing

His sorrowful moan along the way.


There, set upon a wicker swing,

Peaceful as if in slumber,

Hung from majestic boughs intertwined

With succulent vines beyond number,


The remnant of a lonely being

Awaiting his prowess

Had slept too long, but its meaning

He could never truly guess.


The magic of her power felt

Mighty as they approached,

Though only bones and whitened hair

Seemed their sad reproach.


Though its life appeared forever spent

Sparkling colors of untold powers

Began to re-animate her ethereal essence

A reprieve for their lost hours.


There she formed as he dreamt she would,

Her glowing face’s beauty recognized.

Tentatively shy, they stepped closer.

“I called,” she said. “I heard,” he replied.


“I kept these worlds for you,” she told,

“And would have waited through all of time,

Because your coming crossed too many lines,

None of which, till now, were mine.


“I’ve strolled this lovely secret grove

For just this moment, to tell you of my life,

And how your final coming will rekindle our love

For now I can live without aging as your wife.


“I may only live now as memory,

But felt myself fulfilled to stay

For in this spirit I’ll wait again for you

Until you’ve found your journey’s way.


“Return when sanctuary you seek

To find such was denied us before,

A lasting love you will always know,

And shall have forevermore.”


He added his own power, sealed with his kiss,

To hid all where she would stay,

To travel ’bout the universes,

Only he knowing their secret way.


Seeking her with his last return

Her living form would again be replaced,

So their united powers with the stars

Can encompass all the visions of intercosmic space.



Categories: About My Books, About Writing, Introductions, Self-Publishing | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

World Community in Flux

Collection of poems (divan), King Solomon with...

Collection of poems (divan), King Solomon with his magic seal (signet) and a demon, Walters Art Museum Ms. W.637, fol. 50a (Photo credit: Walters Art Museum Illuminated Manuscripts)

Multiracial Hands Making a Circle

The whole world is becoming one community, as it should, but few are accepting it at this critical turning point in our short history.

I have a friend whose children attend a wonderful school where the different religions are equally included in the coming holiday celebrations.  The children are learning so much.  It’s so unfortunate there aren’t more situations like this.  At least the next generation could then be more tolerant, just as my children grew more accepting of other races when going to school in a military town, with some children being of mixed race or having a foreign parent.

English: large wooden Santa Claus and "no...

And I don’t think the idea of Santa Claus is so bad either, but even that icon should fade.  It could become a Holiday of Remembrance of our Good Will towards all, all year long, a time of gift giving and celebration at the Winter Solstice‘s end of the year where the rebirth of a New Year really means something more than just a date on a calendar.  Christians have and will rail against this until a religious war erupts on our own continent. But I think something will eventually happen, something BIG, which will open eyes…maybe even the third eye of inner knowing – insight and awareness.

To illustrate I’ll start by telling you about a favorite Science Digest magazine cover from about the mid-1980s. It’s still a favorite image I’ll never forget.  It had the staggered profiles of the three major races (forgetting the real fourth) then the fourth profile in front which had features of all the others.  That fourth was the most beautiful.  The only-slight strangeness of that profile has always been how I see the human race of the future.

We must come out of our childhood as part of the good guys on the positive side to join any others with like thoughts in the universe.  We’re at that threshold and the fear deeply instilled by different traditions is dangerous.  So dangerous it could be our undoing.  This is especially true for those who won’t consider any but their own ideas and beliefs as true and fact. That is so narcissistic for any society, to think it so because you say it’s so.  Without a change in attitudes many won’t be ready when faced with any leap in our evolutionary process that may come.


Now, think about this.  Each culture, in its massive population growth, has got to be reaching a DNA stagnation point where the other races are necessary for the diversity necessary for the human race to survive. We are all related, separated by distance at first, keeping to our own gene pools, but it’s changing fast.  The results of world wide transportation has changed it, but it’s only becoming evident now.

Mixed marriages with resulting children is helping with both issues, racial and cultural, which includes religious and political.  It’s a growing phenomenon I first noticed living around the military with such a widely diverse cultural/racial groups. It’s also more evident on college campuses than it used to be.  As the demographics of my current, somewhat isolated, area change I see it unfolding before me.  In one more generation I think the attitudes will be so changed the grandparents and great grandparents of today would not recognize this world as their own if they could step back in and see it.

I’ve always thought it sad, the necessity of military to defend against each other, but from what I’ve pointed out above, I can see everything has its purpose. And, eventually, a world peacekeeping force, as envisioned in Star Trek, might be necessary to defend against any evil intent from off world.

The real impact  of finding we are not alone in the universe will shock too many, fear is still too rampant.  If we were faced with that today I don’t think it’d be the good guys.  The good guys would know we aren’t ready.  But it might be another necessary step for us to face some evil intent from outside ourselves to band together, forget our differences and disagreements, to become ready for that next giant step for mankind.


Constantine (Photo credit: Silver Bromide)

The falsehoods begun by Roman Emperor Constantine in an attempt to draw many with differing beliefs together, with Paul’s help to perpetuate it as The religion, was all political, and certainly never the intent of the one person it has been based on.  I truly don’t think he would approve of a religion in his name.

As a political foundation many jumped on board to make their gold coins by keeping the minions believing and ignorant…and poor.  The very same thing happened later with another group now on the other side of the world from us, where the knowledge carried from a lost advanced civilization through its remnants to us was thwarted.  No doubt much more than we’ll ever realize was lost.

If it weren’t for Martin Luther giving the words to the people to decide for themselves there would have never been a Protesting Sect much less the many now evident and vocal.  We need another protesting sect, and in a way, it exists already.  The Scientific Community has all but said it has proved there is no individual decisive godhead to put faith in.  It is the universe itself which governs, and that is a much bigger “creator” than the Santa images of a god perpetuated in archaic ignorance.

Dr. Martin Luther's Church Door - Wittenburg, ...

Dr. Martin Luther’s Church Door – Wittenberg, Germany

It’s easy for the poor to say the rich have no problems, just as it’s easy for the ignorant to say those with more knowledge lose their faith.  How absurd, and proof of the determination that ignorance is right to prevail. When the poor become rich they squander it because they have only a fantasy of endless funds.  When the ignorant gain knowledge they either deny what they’ve learned (with fear the root), keeping their hearts and minds closed, or have their eyes and hearts suddenly opened.  There is no greater advocate than a convert who finally sees and no greater adversary than a zealot who refuses to.  So goes our world at this critical turning point in our history.  What an amazing thing to witness.

Knowledge will make you free

Visit beyond what you’ve been told. Open your mind, without fear a new thought might conquer you. That’s mind control at its most insidious. Visit the arcane – the Pistis Sophis and others it will lead you to.  You might find the evil god you’ve been taught about is actually the one you call good and worship.  That’s how mind control works.  That’s how far off the mark your are?  If you believe killing for any so-called justifiable reason is okay, especially basing on something written in a “holy” book, could it really come from a god who loves you?  Think about these things, people.

Did you know that the real Book of Solomon was a book of magic?  In it he writes of conjuring spells and drawing up demons.  Even Harry Potter didn’t draw up demons.  What knowledge do you really have of any of the sources of your religious fervor?  Do you realize our state of affairs in the world would not be so dire if not for the religious conflicts perpetuated by those in political power for either a religious or their own purpose? Is any more proof needed for the wisdom of separation of church and state?

It’s long since stopped being a disagreement between brothers and become a greater virus spreading among too many. Is there a coming civil war? Do you really want that? Do you know there are even Christians who say killing is okay?  If many are called, but few are chose, which group do you want to be in, anyway?

Whatever happens in the next three to five years could set our future’s course.  I hope I don’t have to fear for the innocences alive today.  I hope all the positive outcomes survive the turmoil I expect to witness.  I’ve already felt it within my own family.  Change is hard.  Fear is deep, backed by convictions so ingrained as to be believed as real and true.  Folks, they’re not.  But don’t believe me.  Look it all up for yourselves, like I did.  And hurry.  You may not have many years to  procrastinate if your very thoughts can perpetuate a different outcome than the present path we are on.

Now, I’m not saying you have to give up your religious connections, but work within them.  There are already  many in the churches professing the changes I’m talking about.  The institutions will probably change faster, because of the insight of select leaders, than the followers who have thought nothing new in a long time.  The Dalai Lama has spoken of this unity and these words for many years.  His is the only religions without a Santa in the sky god.  Look for these wise ones, listen to them and follow them if you find you can.  Study Plato’s teachings and ethics, which supersedes religious dogma.  The betterment of our world situation is in our hands…your hands.  It always has been.

Read the related articles.  I picked them carefully.  It would only take 10, so here’s the 11th:

Categories: Random Thoughts to Share | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 8 Comments

Create a free website or blog at

Covert Geopolitics

Beyond the Smoke & Mirrors

The Write Agenda™

We scrutinize claims made by others in the publishing industry to evaluate the transparency and accuracy of their reporting.

Theupliftingcrane's Blog

See the "Forest" to See "The Big Picture"


100% Pure Uncut Reality

Reading Recommendations

Authors and their books - Great reading suggestions!


A site for the Barsetshire Diaries Books and others


Writing, Publishing, and Marketing Ideas

Rave Reviews By Nonnie Jules

Reviews Make an Author's World Go Round

Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog


Dawn Allen

Write On: Words on Craft.

Lively Athena

Living life like a greek goddess everyday . . . just kidding. I'm too lazy for that.


Books marketing and writer's PR - I may be able to help

Indie Book Reviewer

a guide for indie authors, last updated Jan 2015 | powered by

Indie Book Zone

Discover a great new book today ...

The Charlie Bone Blog

Because children of red kings are cooler than stupid boy wizards!


Musings about Equine Hooves and Health

Christine Nolfi

Heartwarming and Inspiring Fiction

Leeswammes' Blog

Books, Books, and Books

Readioactive Books

The place for readers and writers...


Question everything including me... Buddha

Hiking Photography

Beautiful photos of hiking and other outdoor adventures.

Straight from the Horse's Heart

A Spiritual Ride through Love, Loss and Hope

Let us work together in beauty and truth