Re: Rumors of Reincarnation (CC, Khivar/Mature) Pt.90 8/22/09
Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 9:56 pm
Wow! Thanks for the tremendous welcome, Janetfl. I feel bad that I haven't worked harder to type up that big box of chapters I have hand-written. Every time I see it on the shelf, I turn and run the other way. I wonder if that is how Serena feels? Now that the weather has turned positively frigid, maybe I can get to them?
Now, how about checking in on THE RED DRAGON?
Watch your step. Don’t trip over any banned words or funky names populating our everyday language this year.
91 - Time . . . and time again
In the middle of the night, I go walking in my sleep.
From the mountains of faith, to a river so deep
I must be looking for something, something sacred I lost
But the river is wide and it’s too hard to cross
And even though I know the river is wide I walk down every evening & I stand on the shore
And I try to cross to the opposite side so I can find what I am looking for
In the middle of the night, I go walking in my sleep
Through the valley of fear to a river so deep
And I’ve been searching for something taken out of my soul
Something I would never lose, something somebody stole
I don’t know why I go walking at night but now I’m tired & I don’t want to walk anymore
I hope it doesn’t take the rest of my life to find what I’ve been looking for
In the middle of the night, I go walking in my sleep
Through the jungle of doubt to a river so deep
I know I’m searching for something, something so undefined
That it can only be seen by the eyes of the blind . . . in the middle of the night
I’m not sure about life after this; God knows I’ve never been a spiritual man
Baptized by the fire, I wade into the river that runs to the Promised Land
In the middle of the night, I go walking in my sleep
Through the desert of truth to a river so deep
We all end in the ocean; we all start in the streams
We’re all carried along by the river of dreams . . . in the middle of the night
The River of Dreams by Billy Joel
The room is dark except for the glow of the brilliant red moon emanating from the small crack where the window covering brushes against the wall. An intermittent rustling sound breaks the stillness as the weary Dragon employs his desperate search to find a comfortable position and a little precious rest after another long & grueling day.
* * * * *
‘As I lie here and ponder my future, a thousand thoughts are running through my slightly delirious mind. Plans for the take-over recycle through my consciousness in rapid succession, tumbling over everyday concerns and melding seamlessly, until they are all jumbled up together and indistinguishable from utter gibberish.
Sleep will not come.
Taking over another planet is a monumental task. The minutia of essential details I ponder each day is mind boggling. I am starting to feel like a zhombie from the pressure and strains. Hah! The shocked looks I get from people in the hallways and on the streets are starting to get to me.
I know I look like a crazy man, lately.
I’m acting like one, also.
I feel so “out of synch”. I need something to keep me grounded in reality. If only I could stop time and take a staycation from this Haydeez. Maybe I should get up & go for a swim. Some exercise might relax me and dispel some of these useless negative perceptions causing all this angziety. I need something to take my mind off the fact that there is now more for me than just Antar and the Whirligig Galaxy. There is an entire Universe out there for me to conquer.
An Emperor’s work is never done.
Time exists in multiple subsets. It is a well know fact on Antar. Sometimes it comes in very handy, when you can bounce back and forth to change the outcome of your plans. Not many Antarians have ever experienced this time-altered state. It is a useful skill to have on your side, especially when you plan to invade a Kingdom. Even more advantageous when you invade from the inside without causing so much as a ripple.
Zan sure never saw me coming for his throne!
General TruDat had this skill. The maverick Time-dodger used it to my advantage many times. Too bad he died when the rebels blew that building blew up. Time-dodgers are not infallible. When they are not actively using their skill, they are just as susceptible as anyone else. I should know.
Zan doesn’t have this game-changing skill. Never did. Unfortunately, neither do I. There were probably only a handful of people alive at any one time that possessed it. Many of the Time-dodgers belonged to religious orders, feeling that the skill was a gift from the goddess. That’s doubtful, seeing as how they are all now extinct. I had them all eliminated as soon as Tove and I could come up with quiet ways to accomplish it. It wasn’t hard. Even time-dodgers can’t outwit my Seers. I never really liked them. It is hard to trust someone who can go back and change things after the fact. I don’t want anyone to have an unfair advantage, unless it’s me!
Controlling time is a desirable tool. The Bhrillig used to have a handy device that could cause time to dilate like it does when it’s closer to the center of the Universe. Nicholas had one in his arsenal. He used it to root out the Royal Four when he attacked them in Roz’s Well. Then the fool misplaced it. It’s just as well. It isn’t an exact science and it was never easy to avoid the pitfalls it threw in your path.
The problem with time dilation is that it only stretches so far. Then timelines become entangled to such a point that it blurs the spacial temporal barriers until it is impossible to determine which subset you are currently experiencing. In order to affect a certain timeline, one has to be very precise in one’s maneuverings. It is easy to get lost when time-dodging. You could find yourself in a completely different experience in another dimension if you are not careful. It can be a very dangerous instrument to employ.
I’m sure I won’t need any such fancy devices to conquer the Terrans. Those gutter-monkeys will be so confused and overwrought by my diversionary tactics that they will be easily subdued. I will swoop in & transform their world with an economic meltdown from Wall Street to Main Street. They will probably even be grateful to me for saving them from their lives of utter mediocrity.
Ugh! I find their imperfections so distasteful.
If I could just let go of these useless jitters! I trust that everything is copacetic at this point in time. Everyone is learning their part with ease and aplomb. Tove has drilled them all mercilessly. I know that I can rely on my people to play their roles to perfection. Actors, politicians, warriors, and pawns. All are ready to hit the ground running. Plans are complete. Supplies have been assembled. The only thing missing right now is our rebellious transport. And it is driving me crazy. I’d pray for patience if I believed in that bunk!
I realize that Serena is working furiously to make everything right. She is testing the equipment, overseeing the ship-building and even educating the masses about what will be their new home. Perhaps if the sniveling dolt would remain on-task, she could get things done faster. She knows that the wormhole is her first priority. She comes up with all these infuriating excuses about formula variables and misalignment of gravitons. One has to wonder if all the stress is shrinking her brain. The planet’s orbit is once again approaching the sun & everything is heating up. This has all gone on so long that people are starting to wonder if we are really going to Terran at all.
I won’t wait much longer.
I can’t.
Not only is this planet deteriorating fast, but my troops are becoming more and more antsy with the dawn of each light cycle. Practical jokes and nights in the pubs can only distract them for so long. I’ve opened my harem to the officers to keep them content. Goddess knows that I have not taken any pleasure there in a good long while.
. . . I am saving myself.
For her. . .
. . . I hope she is worth it.
I know she will be.’
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Now, how about checking in on THE RED DRAGON?
Watch your step. Don’t trip over any banned words or funky names populating our everyday language this year.
91 - Time . . . and time again
In the middle of the night, I go walking in my sleep.
From the mountains of faith, to a river so deep
I must be looking for something, something sacred I lost
But the river is wide and it’s too hard to cross
And even though I know the river is wide I walk down every evening & I stand on the shore
And I try to cross to the opposite side so I can find what I am looking for
In the middle of the night, I go walking in my sleep
Through the valley of fear to a river so deep
And I’ve been searching for something taken out of my soul
Something I would never lose, something somebody stole
I don’t know why I go walking at night but now I’m tired & I don’t want to walk anymore
I hope it doesn’t take the rest of my life to find what I’ve been looking for
In the middle of the night, I go walking in my sleep
Through the jungle of doubt to a river so deep
I know I’m searching for something, something so undefined
That it can only be seen by the eyes of the blind . . . in the middle of the night
I’m not sure about life after this; God knows I’ve never been a spiritual man
Baptized by the fire, I wade into the river that runs to the Promised Land
In the middle of the night, I go walking in my sleep
Through the desert of truth to a river so deep
We all end in the ocean; we all start in the streams
We’re all carried along by the river of dreams . . . in the middle of the night
The River of Dreams by Billy Joel
The room is dark except for the glow of the brilliant red moon emanating from the small crack where the window covering brushes against the wall. An intermittent rustling sound breaks the stillness as the weary Dragon employs his desperate search to find a comfortable position and a little precious rest after another long & grueling day.
* * * * *
‘As I lie here and ponder my future, a thousand thoughts are running through my slightly delirious mind. Plans for the take-over recycle through my consciousness in rapid succession, tumbling over everyday concerns and melding seamlessly, until they are all jumbled up together and indistinguishable from utter gibberish.
Sleep will not come.
Taking over another planet is a monumental task. The minutia of essential details I ponder each day is mind boggling. I am starting to feel like a zhombie from the pressure and strains. Hah! The shocked looks I get from people in the hallways and on the streets are starting to get to me.
I know I look like a crazy man, lately.
I’m acting like one, also.
I feel so “out of synch”. I need something to keep me grounded in reality. If only I could stop time and take a staycation from this Haydeez. Maybe I should get up & go for a swim. Some exercise might relax me and dispel some of these useless negative perceptions causing all this angziety. I need something to take my mind off the fact that there is now more for me than just Antar and the Whirligig Galaxy. There is an entire Universe out there for me to conquer.
An Emperor’s work is never done.
Time exists in multiple subsets. It is a well know fact on Antar. Sometimes it comes in very handy, when you can bounce back and forth to change the outcome of your plans. Not many Antarians have ever experienced this time-altered state. It is a useful skill to have on your side, especially when you plan to invade a Kingdom. Even more advantageous when you invade from the inside without causing so much as a ripple.
Zan sure never saw me coming for his throne!
General TruDat had this skill. The maverick Time-dodger used it to my advantage many times. Too bad he died when the rebels blew that building blew up. Time-dodgers are not infallible. When they are not actively using their skill, they are just as susceptible as anyone else. I should know.
Zan doesn’t have this game-changing skill. Never did. Unfortunately, neither do I. There were probably only a handful of people alive at any one time that possessed it. Many of the Time-dodgers belonged to religious orders, feeling that the skill was a gift from the goddess. That’s doubtful, seeing as how they are all now extinct. I had them all eliminated as soon as Tove and I could come up with quiet ways to accomplish it. It wasn’t hard. Even time-dodgers can’t outwit my Seers. I never really liked them. It is hard to trust someone who can go back and change things after the fact. I don’t want anyone to have an unfair advantage, unless it’s me!
Controlling time is a desirable tool. The Bhrillig used to have a handy device that could cause time to dilate like it does when it’s closer to the center of the Universe. Nicholas had one in his arsenal. He used it to root out the Royal Four when he attacked them in Roz’s Well. Then the fool misplaced it. It’s just as well. It isn’t an exact science and it was never easy to avoid the pitfalls it threw in your path.
The problem with time dilation is that it only stretches so far. Then timelines become entangled to such a point that it blurs the spacial temporal barriers until it is impossible to determine which subset you are currently experiencing. In order to affect a certain timeline, one has to be very precise in one’s maneuverings. It is easy to get lost when time-dodging. You could find yourself in a completely different experience in another dimension if you are not careful. It can be a very dangerous instrument to employ.
I’m sure I won’t need any such fancy devices to conquer the Terrans. Those gutter-monkeys will be so confused and overwrought by my diversionary tactics that they will be easily subdued. I will swoop in & transform their world with an economic meltdown from Wall Street to Main Street. They will probably even be grateful to me for saving them from their lives of utter mediocrity.
Ugh! I find their imperfections so distasteful.
If I could just let go of these useless jitters! I trust that everything is copacetic at this point in time. Everyone is learning their part with ease and aplomb. Tove has drilled them all mercilessly. I know that I can rely on my people to play their roles to perfection. Actors, politicians, warriors, and pawns. All are ready to hit the ground running. Plans are complete. Supplies have been assembled. The only thing missing right now is our rebellious transport. And it is driving me crazy. I’d pray for patience if I believed in that bunk!
I realize that Serena is working furiously to make everything right. She is testing the equipment, overseeing the ship-building and even educating the masses about what will be their new home. Perhaps if the sniveling dolt would remain on-task, she could get things done faster. She knows that the wormhole is her first priority. She comes up with all these infuriating excuses about formula variables and misalignment of gravitons. One has to wonder if all the stress is shrinking her brain. The planet’s orbit is once again approaching the sun & everything is heating up. This has all gone on so long that people are starting to wonder if we are really going to Terran at all.
I won’t wait much longer.
I can’t.
Not only is this planet deteriorating fast, but my troops are becoming more and more antsy with the dawn of each light cycle. Practical jokes and nights in the pubs can only distract them for so long. I’ve opened my harem to the officers to keep them content. Goddess knows that I have not taken any pleasure there in a good long while.
. . . I am saving myself.
For her. . .
. . . I hope she is worth it.
I know she will be.’
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