Saturday Stories
September 26 Edition
The Cathedral of Monte Cristo
Episode 8
The Cathedral of Monte Cristo was empty. A large stone
edifice on a hill overlooking the village like an idol, it evoked visions of
Spaniards, horse-drawn carriages and ancient souls. Even the pavement outside
was cobbled, mute witness to the footsteps of time.
On a large cross on the altar, a
life-size statue of the Son of Man gazed across the empty pews with an air of
unfathomable sadness, for the redemption of souls is but a myth. The only
illumination in this forbidding place was candelabras discreetly placed in
recessed corners.
The darkness seemed to have a life
of its own: an amorphous entity, breathing, as if in anticipation for a
primitive ritual.
To Be Continued Next Saturday
My Own Fortress of Solitude
Episode 1
May 14, 2015, Thursday
Superman and Jor-el. Ironman and Jarvis. Judge Dredd and
Central. Luke Skywalker and The Force. The "Boy who saw True" and
Elder Brother.
For the past weeks I've been
reading books and watching videos about them. They are all connected to a
source of knowledge that transcends time and space. I do too.
"I need advice," I told
my Higher Self.
"What you need is
clarity," he said.
"How do I get it?"
"Reach into your inner
sanctum."
To Be Continued Next Saturday
The Fortress of Solitude
From Smallville
From Smallville
Photos courtesy of hdwyn.com, wallpoper.com and silentbroadcast.com
4 comments:
"Crisostomo, I think you should know," said Benjamin. "One of the young men that's been found drained of blood…" ~ Episode 7
I went online today just to listen to Andrea Bocelli.
Nibiru orbits the sun every 3,600 years; that is one year for Anunnakis, and later generations of humans would regard them as deities because they seem to be immortal. ~ On Zecharia Sitchin's Divine Encounters: A Guide To Visions, Angels and Other Emissaries from our October 27, 2012 edition
On a quiet lazy afternoon earlier this week, there is something I didn't include in my journals. Inspired by Robert Pirsig's metaphysical classic, I call it Zen and The Art of Electric Fan Maintenance.
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