Warning: Reader likely to experience an exhilarating rush of good and positive feelings, for eavesdropping….
Crash, bang, stumble and fall…. Ouch! Pardon my impudent and clumsy entrance, O Sovereign Potentate. Thy light was immensely unapproachable, as I sashayed presumptuously towards it. Forgive my freshness, HE who dwells between the chubby-cheeked and winged ones. Meanwhile, I will return my irreverential attitude. Straight back to planet earth. For indeed that is its origin, the attitude of course. I deeply regret and mourn the fact, that I so easily swapped it for myself.
Those rebellious comrades, though somewhat lesser that the ethereal messengers. Have a way of rubbing off on a person. Thus my brazen manner, a few sentences ago. You know what they say, roll in the sty with pigs and get up with a pink snout. Actually, that is not really how they said it. Again I repent for my bluff. My lie I should say, because around here asteroids run errands. And everything is called exactly what it is.
So now that I have given back to planet earth, its unattractive influence. I return subdued and with some live preserving sense, that uncommon type. I have come back unerringly, so to speak. Speaking of corrections, I think I finally got my spellings right. I dotted my t’s and crossed my i’s. Literally, I did. So much so, that the former spilled on my skirt. The burning liquid, scalding my stubborn flesh. And the latter almost did not uncross back to its normal position.
Like when I rolled the pair at Rapunzel (on the train). She was flipping her you know what and nearly whipped me right across the face. I mean she almost dislocated my gazers from their sockets, for crying out loud. The nerve of her (rolls eyes again). But I know what You would expect from me, O eminent and merciful One. So tomorrow, I go to make peace. With a shearing scissors I will.
O gracious and exalted Ruler. For the above nastiness and a host of others, I beseech Thee in repentance. Other than those few mishaps, I consider myself a very good candidate for a blameless title. I mean just yesterday, I gave out a box of crackers, five sealed cans and a bundle of greens. Though the recipients, looked quite perturbed. Sigh, I wonder why. May Your Holiness hold on, while I adjust my halo. I am about two more bullet points of righteous earnings, before I take over the galaxy.
Speaking of the solar system, I am giving it a lot of consideration. Earth is too polluted for my liking and besides some other calmer indigenes, have inherited it already. On this topic of earth still. I have not come, because of a natural disaster or mass destruction. I have simply come to apply, to move to another section of your vast conglomerate of global wonders. Yes I saw the creative deed and documents of ownership. It had You listed as the Owner. I confess, I was not snooping around. The rocks told me also and then the birds confirmed it.
My reasons for submitting a quest to be relocated, is as follows; You see, O great and awesome One. I am being nudged about unfairly and inconsiderately. There are odious ogres that won’t let me be. Take for example Devilus, who keeps wiping my name from the milky-way. Such effrontery, from a frail mortal. Does he not know, that this exercise right here. Me crying to You, could send sparks with the alarming potency. That would fold his collar side-ways. Send me forth, O great and gracious One. Any other place in the stratosphere, will do.
A heavy thump! Aarrgghhh!.... Thy glory and presence, overwhelmed me and knocked the wind out of my sails. Phew, grant me but a few moments O mighty King. While I inhale, lest my next loss of breath. Positions me before Thy magnificent throne, as dead. And alas, I must face the jury for having shoved your Son to the curb. That was mean, I must admit. When all He did, was knock gently and politely. And there I was, loud and unbecoming. Generating a drama of 17.5, on a scale of 1 to 10. I am so exhausted, in the riot of my resistance.
So now on my knees, I fall trembling. As bullets of glory, ricochet all about me. But I shall strive to present my case still. Has Thy Eminence heard? That a beloved such as I, has now been relegated to an inconsequential corner. I am now on the verge as it were, to be crowned extinct. My submission of words must be scrutinized and pulled apart. Can I not also live, as others do live? Why must I be discarded as a voiceless specie, and browbeaten to silence. The audacity of a menace and the impertinence of intimidation. Hiss!
O Thou magnificent and consuming flame. The blaze of Your splendor, shines forth as a refiner’s fire. And I would have melted, if I had not checked myself. For any earth imposed insolence. So excuse me, while I scoot right back outside. That I may patch my scorched vertebrae and cool off my inflamed ego. Allow me, to reconfigure and redirect my motives and movements. Gosh, I feel like I am missing something. Probably did not clean up enough. Maybe I washed off the soap lather, before the bubbles could float. I am not quite sure.
So Here I am again, all cleaned up. I took a milk bath and slathered honey all over my not-so-sleek muscles. That should do it I suppose. I fear not! I will attempt a comeback, down a prerogative trail. Brandishing the gall and intention of entitlement. While confronting Thy greatness, with my grievances. All those things I felt, that You should have done differently. And of course, let’s not forget. All that You owe me. All my rage and vain imaginations, that has me in tangled turmoil. Finally, I get to tell Your Lordship. What I really think about….
Ooops, I think I am being rolled away. Quite unceremoniously too, I might add. Like a bundle of filthy and stinking rags. I land in a bed of awareness, remembrance and reflection. Am I not alive now? And in my right mind too, for that matter. I sincerely hope I am. The right mind issue I mean. Once again, A very good evening to You O great and awesome God. After a few retrospective contemplations and an innumerable session of bruising defiance. Lessons laced with unrealized expectations and jostled claims. And of course, the glaring certainty of mortality.
I return well versed and read. Your manual of conduct, that is. It says to take a blood dip and I did. Literally, immersed myself from top to bottom. My once hopeless heart, the happier for it. Or what a sight it was to behold, my dance of freedom and joy. Those strange and rude earthlings, laughed and mocked my bloody exhibit. Said it was too gory and unnecessary. Here is what was gory and unnecessary. That shapeless and fractured skull, with frills hanging from its discolored dentition. Plastic spiders, crawling in and out of its hollow and creepy sockets. Such a hideous sight!
It was placed right smack, in front of that drug store entrance. Then it proceeded to cling to my large pocket book, as I walked by. (Why me though?). There I was, dragging this ridiculously wobbly, jittery and frightful puppet. Down the narrow aisles, unintentionally and unaware. I studiously perused and searched for my item. All the while, wondering why my bag felt heavier. And why it kept pulling me back. Just like an unwitty and diabolical alliance. A seemingly forward push and propelling advancement. Becomes in reality, a devious thug and pull backwards.
An angry mob has gathered behind me and my now out stretched bag. Yes we are still on the drug store situation. Why did I drag the dangling demon, from its rightful post they inquire? Help me out O Mighty Warrior, I cry . Kindly dispatch Michael and the battalion to this war zone. These weirdly behaving beings, will build a sky scraper from a cabinet. Then spiritedly study the frivolous, while the needful is discarded. Maybe dangling dude wanted to be free from his doorpost. Thereby clinging to the first sign of life that trekked by, who knows? But this is not why I am here today, Your lofty Lordship.
My intentions are completely different now, from what I expected it would be at this point in my life. Considering my early path of suffering, pain and disappointment. I guess what I am really trying to say, is that I did not understand why certain things had happened. But now I am beginning to see. How all that was made to work against me, You are working out for my good. The dead-end of hopelessness, has now become an emerging tunnel of a REWOUND and brightened future. Oh Sovereign One, Permit me to….
To be continued.