Read My Crap - Aethereal Walkers
Read My Crap - Aethereal Walkers
There's nothing Civil about war -
I keep seeing a civil war era General in my mind. He has on the blue uniform with the gold accents, he looks extremely tired and battled torn. There are blood stains on his uniform, the buttons which are usually shining gold are obfuscated with dried blood and dirt, his boots caked with the black bloody mud of battle, his magnificent sideburns and mustache all greasy and stuck to his dirty gritty sunburned face. In his eyes, a great grey emptiness, yet buzzing with energy, like looking out upon the vast ocean just before the start of a hurricane.
He has just returned from the front lines, he has much to tell me but he's too fatigued to really make real words. Quick, get this man a cot, he needs rest. The lines are holding, but enemy troops are grouping in the East and if they mount a full assault, they will break our ranks. He's so worried the battle will be lost, he doesn't want to rest, he's trying to get back up and to his horse, but his legs will no longer support his weight. He's so dedicated, this brave man, he will not give up and let the battle go ill, but his body is giving out. His will to go on is strong, but the physical inability to continue is like torture to him. You can see it on his grief stricken face.
There is a look of hopeless abandonment now in his strangely grey eyes. The things he has seen, the things he's seen himself do to others, everything is there in his gaze. A nurse is now bringing him water, but it's not water he wants, between gasps of exhaustion he gulps down the dirty river water, but manages to lift his blood soaked arm and point to his saddle bag. There, tucked away under some soiled blankets is a bottle of rye, so I grab it and hand it to him. He nods thankfully, pulls the cork with his teeth and takes a long hard pull.
Anything to quench the pain, to soak out the world of woe constantly around him, anything to silence the cannons in his mind. He lies back and stares at the sky in silence, blinking rapidly trying to hold back the tears, his breathing labored and heavy. I wonder what it is he thinks of as he watches the clouds pass by in the sky above. Is he thinking of home? Maybe his family? Do I even know this man? I certainly thought I did.
I feel and understand your pain and exhaustion, my friend. May you always avoid the multi-beast and find peace, love, and light in the arms of the universal hereafter. Rest now, my friend. You've done well, the battle has long been won, your efforts were not in vain. Be at peace.
A friend,
P.N. Neville
A Delightful Visitor -
Weird, I'm just sitting here working away as usual when suddenly I'm hit with the strong aroma of womens perfume. There isn't anyone else here. But, strangely enough I don't exactly actually smell it, it's like the memory of scent, but it fills my scent anyway. If I sniff around, I smell nothing. But if I sit and try not to smell, it comes back. Then I sniff and I smell nothing again. Kind of an odd thing to have happen out of nowhere. There is no one else here but me and the kitty and he certainly doesn't wear perfume.
Maybe it's my speed stick I put on this morning, but my cheap deodorant certainly doesn't smell like this. This was like, old lady levels. You know, like the kind that used to wear so much that when they'd get into the swimming pool you could see it actually floating off of them in the water like an oily residue. Or those that wore tons to cover up other foul body odors. It smells old, certainly not a modern scent. Strange ghostly scents. Maybe I have a visitor with me. I don't feel off though or like someone is watching me. My radar shows all clear throughout. Maybe a simple hello from an ancient ancestor or a random aethereal walker. Hello, friend!
I keep seeing a Victorian era dress in my mind. There is no one in it, it just kind of floats there like a 19th century photo in black and white, looking like a forgotten photo that has been kicking around in old boxes in attics and basements for 140 years. It seems as if there is someone wearing it as it has shape, but I can't see them. Just the dress. This house wasn't even here in that era, so I don't know.
The smell has faded, but still lingers. I can still see the dress in my minds eye. Maybe she just wants to show me her new dress. It's nice, very shapely and pretty, I wish I could see the color instead of what seems to be an ancient photograph, but hey, nice dress, lady! Im sure you'd look lovely in it, if I could see you. But from what I can see, you look great, now off to the ball with your dashing gentlemen who I'm sure has sent a carriage for you by now. You don't want to be late.
I can see half of a woman's face now, it's really close up, back off a little, it's like a zoom lense up to 3 inches from her face, she's pretty and has nice skin, very delicate and tempting, and hey, she's smiling. She has a big smile, almost creepily big, but don't go there, don't let your mind turn this into something frightening, which I have a tendency to do. Next thing I know she'll transform into a scary skeleton and start roaring at me. But no, I can feel the warmth from her skin. But I'm still up too damn close.
She's happy and warm, I want to touch her cheek, feel her skin, but she won't let me. It's like one of those Facebook chats where you can only see what the person writes and react to it, you don't get to say anything or interact, you're highly limited on what you can do. That's okay, I don't like rando's touching me either. She wants me to know that she belongs to someone else but is passing me light and love. It's bright, like looking into a bright white sun. I can almost see it with my waking eyes.
Shit, I hope I'm not dying, am I dying? Maybe. I'm probably just completely insane now. It's hard not to go insane in these heavy times with the world and whatnot.
Anyway, thanks for the Soul Email, lady. Whoever you are. Have a nice eternity.
Yours,
P.N. Neville
The Mask -
I was having a hard time sleeping, or so I thought, it felt as if I was still awake just trying to sleep, that feeling of just laying there and nothing is happening. Then I hear a strange noise come from across my room. "Must be the kitty", I think to myself as I thrash over onto my other side. The noise happens again, this time I open my eyes and there is a strange whitish glow across my room by the windows, it's slowly lighting up my room with a dim glow, "what the hell is that?", I thought as I try and focus my eyes on the center of the object, which seems to be coalescing into a human like form.
Oh, It's a woman, a very tall woman like 8 or 9 feet tall, she has to bend down to keep from slamming her head into the ceiling so she's bent forward with her back to me, I can't see her face, just the back of her body and her long silky black hair. She has dark skin, golden clothing covering her body, and an unusually large and strangely shaped head. Well now, she's pretty sexy, hey hey there, sexy mama, what parallel dimension do you hail from? So I lift my head up from my pillow and try to focus my eyes better, I don't have my glasses on, is this really happening?? Now my movement has alerted her to my presence and she turns around to look at me, again, she has to be at least 9 feet tall and is crouched over forward to even fit in my room, her limbs are unusually long and skinny, and she has either bright red fingers or bright red fingernail polish on, in fact, the whole front of her outfit is very colorful, like something from an ancient Mayan carving or something, but that's not all, she has the face of a modern day African-American woman, but with turquoise colored lips and her eyes are huge and bright white with a giant black pupil, just like a painted mask or totem pole and once she locked eyes with me, I knew I was in deep shit.
"This isn't a woman, this is a monster.....", were the thoughts running through my head as she leaned in towards me, head forward, her skinny arms up reaching towards me, now extremely malevolent and aggressive, those bright red fingers coming closer and closer, she then opened her mouth and let out this grinding gutteral noise that sounded like someone dragging a big heavy body down gravel covered stairs. It was a horrifying sound, I tried to breathe as I watched those giant white mask like eyes staring at me in the dim of my room as she moved toward me. I didn't know what to do, I was caught in a net of absolute terror as she lunged forward toward me. I lurched upwards to try and defend myself from the attack, I was going to go for those eyes, they looked like they were made of wood and that I might be able to pull them off, but that's when I realized I was now actually awake and sitting upright in my bed, in my completely dark room, with no strange light, no monster, and the sound I heard coming from that beast was actually just the sound of someone dragging their fucking garbage cans out to the road in the middle of the night. The kitty was just sitting on his pillow by the window looking back at me with a puzzled look, like "What's his problem?" lol.
So silly to think about now. But that was fucking scary.
The Skeletons of Old -
Strange and unusual dreams last night! I was in my room as usual, trying to sleep when I started to hear a strange noise. I knew immediately it could only be one thing, the sound of bones. A skeleton had come, but it wasn't a scary skeleton, it was a very friendly skeleton, clean, bright white, about 8 feet tall, and shone with a bright light. It was a frightening scene, yet I had no fear within me. When he spoke, it spoke with many different voices all combined into one, it was a little creepy, but he wanted to tell me how our world was formed and where we all really came from.
He spoke of a time billions and billions of years ago where massive creatures battled in the darkness of our space. These creatures once ruled our corner of the galaxy, but ultimately ended up destroying themselves, as he warned we are getting close to doing.
He then spoke of the creation of our world. It seems that our planet is not a planet at all, but the severed head of one of these ancient beings that over the billions and billions of years floating in space, had begun to sprout life upon it. So our world is really not but a giant floating skull with a skin of life upon it. So thin, so fragile, so new in the scheme of things.
He warned me that we should not be fighting each other, as we are all great skeletons inside, and we must return to the ways of the skeletons of old. He then told me I should "glow" and show others the way and I felt this rushing sensation all over my body. I looked down at my arm and I could see all my bones glowing through my skin with an intense light! He told me that I had a very large and beautiful skeleton and that others would feel the urge to follow. But he never did elaborate on the ways of the ancient skeletons, so how am I supposed to return the people's skeletons to the promised land? But I was given no answers to my questions. I was instead given that extra glow and it told me inside to just let the light guide my bones.
So we're all just glowing smart skeletons, we live on a giant severed head ripping through space, and we must return to the ways of the ancient skeletons, whatever that may be.
Cool. Got it.
Worst.Revelation.Ever
