A Star is Born (Optical Illusions) FACT or FICTION?

"Vision is the art of seeing what is invisible to others."

Jonathan Swift

"When a Piece or Pawn is in a situation to be taken by the enemy, it is said to be en prise. To put a piece en prise, is to play it so that it may be captured."

Howard Staunton

THE PURPOSELESS PREDICAMENT OF A PAWN:

The girl wearily gets on the elevator, destination the fourth floor. The penthouse of sorts, where most decisions were made, plots executed and hidden perversions realized. This was her third summons in five years. The verdict remained the same. Hands raised too high, voice heard three avenues away. And her singing?? A soprano enclave that was astounding, intimidating and a big problem!

Oh and there was the summon about some imaginary conference fracas, formulated by the witch and her cohorts (That maybe, just maybe told another day). And these; were all in a bid to break, bind, control and own that girl.

This time, she knew what this summon was all about. She had been systematically and sometimes brazenly pushed out of every group and position. It was pay back for an incident that happened at another continent, while volunteering on a mission trip. 'That man' had come at her, while she was meditating thousands of miles away from home. Preparing herself for the demands and needs of the mission field. Preparing herself for the war ravaged natives that would need her to forget herself for a minute and take on their plights.

'That man' had a problem with her sitting silently by herself while others were still asleep. The whole camp was grievously threatened by that action (of hers). Maybe she might grow wings and fly away, if they did not keep an eye on her. It was obvious his complaints of her private/quiet time was just a cloak on his real assignment. It was obvious that the cult was unraveling with each unfounded attack on the girl.

Was It somewhat possible though, that maybe just maybe for a second 'that man' thought to himself; "what have I done, whom have I become and why have I become this way?"

The girl paid a painful and isolated price for three excruciating weeks in that mission. So in the midst of her pain and pressure, she called her FATHER for help! And as a result, 'that man'.... Hmm.

Now here she was at a realm permeated with lies, deception, perversion, delusion, witchcraft, sorcery and murder. An atmosphere unsuspectingly clogged with the density of light eclipse and a helm whose bed fellow was darkness itself. A helm that dims the faculty of its inhabitants, until they start to think up is down and down is up. A helm that uses mere mortals as pawns, blinding their eyes, tainting their future and destroying their very lives.

She finally gets to the summons/meeting, and there are five grown men staring her down. She is not in the least bit intimidated. She knows that as re-occurring as these actions were, the perpetrators would only end up harming themselves. They want to know if she is angry at 'that man'. She wants to know if 'that man' did anything to make her angry. There is a gridlock of resolutions. 'It is impossible to be relieved of what you do not acknowledge'. She knows they will retaliate by ostracizing her. She does not care, because she also knows they will only be setting themselves up for more turmoil.

Another day and another pawn has put themselves in the line of fire for an ego-maniacal and devious cause. Another day and yet another pawn beholds an idol every day and still does not see what he (the beholder) is looking at.

This mess is sure getting redundant!!

ON PLANET EARTH:

The benevolent agents descended and ascended empirically. Like messengers of life, they bear hope and strength with each attendance. Though they appeared to stay within the confines of the flight of steps, their feet barely touched the stairs as they experientially and efficiently vacillated in motion. And what was more staggering was the fact that these messengers had no visible wings like dear Garib and Machi. They just stood at towering lengths and moved in swift and fluid projections.

They (Agents of benevolence) had just revived the 'Drama Diva'. She had caved in from the pressure of 'the tiresomeness of travesty'. She had inadvertently given new meaning to the expression 'bored to death!!' Going around the same mountain with blind folded playmates, was getting to be exasperating. She furtively applied to 'Houston' for help, but they would not touch this mess with a thousand feet pole. Too twisted and treacherous was their reply. And besides, they lacked the equipment to track wizardry. What was a girl to do now??

She then called the CONTROL CENTER, in an unprecedented state of hysterics. She needed a vacation in the land of ignorance, for bliss sake. She needed to focus on her needs alone for once, and let the chips fall where they may. If at all they fell. Her call goes straight to HIS MAJESTY/THE VOICE (Thankfully and gratefully, she has direct access). HE is unmoved, unshaken and unstirred. HIS mind is unchanged. HIS WORD is as good as done, whenever it is spoken. It will not return empty. HE simply says to her; "I got you covered, (always have). Keep going. And MY Presence is enough for you..."

No sooner had she hung up with HIS MAJESTY/THE VOICE, than Lucer comes up in her face. He is threatening, ranting and furiously raving. He claims his empire is tearing at the seams because she will not shut up!! She tunes him out for the most part and simply tells him to get behind her and away from her face. She goes ahead to remind him, that he is not in a position to threaten her. He (Lucer) was in the state of restoring all that he stole from her. He had to return everything, with interest of course! Not run his mouth in guilty wrath. Lucer walks away in a defiant rage, threatening still.

The next thing the girl knows, Lucer's pawn also comes charging at her like a bulldog. "I know my idol and everything he does, he has been wrongly accused. He holds my life in his hands and I will give mine for him" he snarls. I look at him every day.... blah, blah, blah."

There we go again, the girl sighs disgustedly. 'Django' just crawled back into his chains, talking about he is free at last! Hardly. The poor thing just got in way over his bewitched head. This goes to show that a friend you do not know is more dangerous than an enemy you know.

And the game goes on....

IN THE LAND OF DREAMS AND STRANGE HAPPENINGS:

The crooked king and his pawn are on a horse drawn carriage. The king tells his pawn to dress up like him (the king), while he the king dresses up like the pawn. It is a BFF's game explained the king, for old times sake he assures. It was his way of bestowing honor for years of faithfulness and unwavering support for his dark empire. The switching of garments and emblems would solidify this relationship. It would further signify, that beholding a mirage was just as good as seeing the real thing. Before the pawn could squint and see his borrowed kingly garments, a sniper meant for the king hit him (the pawn) between the eyes....

How sad. Another one bites the dust.

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