Lies and Deception

Sand Castles and Sordid Consciences:

The three hooded spooks, stood huddled together in front of the large mirror. Their tones muffled in disgruntled discussion. As they exchanged details of espionage. They were not of the six senior monitors. However their intense surveillance and stubbornly intrusive infiltration, into human affairs, ways and expectations. Provided the main monitors and the ‘fly-lord’. Fodder and fuel for their universal schemes and devices. In a short while, their comrades would be meeting with the ‘fly-lord’. The menacing master was expected to either whirl by, or be fully present.

“Why do they keep pushing, to meet with the royals? It should not matter anymore, at this point. We are about to move to the next phase, of the agenda.” One of the whispering fiends, expressed his observation. “The restless man, says he must relieve himself of a heavy burden. A constant and nagging alert, so to speak. We can't understand it, because it is foreign and unattainable for us. I believe they call it a conscience.” Supplied the second one, with just as much disapproval.

“It’s all in the past, anyhow. Why does he keep bringing it up and disturbing a work in progress?” Retorted the first speaker.

“It may be working out now, but the foundation is faulty. A condition, that promises an inevitable crumbling of the current state. And a definite faltering, of the future.” The third brute put in knowingly. The experience of an unwavering, monitoring, tracking and familiar alignment system. Had inadvertently, taught him that much. “So, if we knew and still know. That the base was a lie. Why then did we go ahead to build on it and plot around it?” Countered the first speaker again.

“Why else do you think?” The third spook responded with a question, stated matter-of-factly.

“For the simple fact, that we work and thrive in and with lies. Therefore, if they do not know that it is a lie. Or they know, but rather choose to ignore it. A regular state of denial and delusion, in this case. Then we still have a chance, to be successful with our tactics. We can certainly and successfully, build and/or expand on a lie. If those ignorant beings, allow and let us.” “This is what….” The original questioner, started to speak again. Before he was interrupted, by sudden activity and movement.

A group of other hooded figures, had begun to file into the crypt. Marching purposefully, to the center. Slowly and deliberately, pacing their footsteps. Echoes of rising chants, permeated the wide and dark space insidiously. Creeping in low and seemingly unintentional. Then building into a perilous warning, of doom. Dark heavy robes swept and swayed, as each fiend stepped to their place and position. The monitors were now in session.