Wednesday, October 10, 2012

WITH NEBULOUS VAMPIRE SPIRITS, SIZE DOESN'T MATTER

He slumbered in a bed contrived of stardust. And floated through an ocean made from light. Papa enjoyed his nebulous form. He was all things and nothing...a dream about to happen...a person yet to be.

And he heard things. Songs from other worlds... the music of the spheres.... old prayers.... new curses. Life is not rare. Humanity occupies but one isle in an immensity more vast than forever. 

But the Great Tide carried him to Earth. That was his place. That was his home. She who calls herself Madam Shang tells other stories now to other 'friends' in other places. 

Look, he passes through a tenuous shimmering orb. Men call it The Ort Cloud. It gift wraps our celestial allotment, though sometimes bits of sequins rain in to threaten us. 

Next comes The Keiper Belt, a barrier of sorts..... The walls to mankind's nursery. Kansas shines bright. For that is the name of our Star. Such has been known in these parts since The Prophet called Frank L. Baum first penned them nine dozen years ago. And if you are ignorant of him, oh best beloveds, perhaps you recall a gossamer, celluloid shadow dance with songs?..... 'And Kansas, she said, was the name of The Star. And Kansas, she said, was the name of The Star.

Our sister orbs bow to greet him. He whispers secrets to the ray-like souls gliding through the Europan Seas. 

Now Earth (the only sister <though some bear mannish titles> named for an Egyptian godling) begins to call. And he spins ever closer to her surface. Merfolk sing his name. 

The twenty eight thousand year old being, known as 'Papa' is home..... And Annie remembers..... 

The dark 'mamma-thing' cloud wrapped 'round her shudders and the mafia-princes asleep on the old, pink, velvet sofa shudder too. 

Edith feels it, so does Tomas. Papa is back. And even though he may forgo his corporal form for a while, he is here..... And in a sense.....

The Vampire Holidays have arrived...

wilkravitz (he who channels this) stops. He was surfing through a new site, a bright, incansecent, media powerhouse called QueLoQuePasa.com , a 'star maker.' And everybody truly  wants to shine....

Shhhh... Papa's here....

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3 comments:

Nephylim said...

I think I like Papa... a whole lot more than Momma for sure. I love the way real magic slips through the fiction.

QueLoQuePasa said...

Thank You!!

John L. Harmon said...

Absolutely beautiful, Billy!