Visions on a Mud Ball. Why Are We Here? by The Red Queen's Knight

You Are Here...

On the chess board, the Knight is the most dangerous of components.
The Queens Knight? More so.
While a Knights path may be "partially predicted", the Knight acts at the Queen's whim and order.
Which is not predictable.
Herein lurks the danger.
Could he leap right? Jump left? Do a reverse jette? Twice?
After three possible moves you have no prediction.
And no answer to the inbound threat
The Red Queens Knight answers only to his Queen.
The Queen trusts no one.
Not even her own King

Just one lone soldier, The Red Queen's Knight, is dispatched to adjudicate.
In one day - what an Army will not achieve in weeks

Assasination.

“Perhaps consciousness is merely a special form of hallucination?”
Life In My Fathers House

My VISIONS ON A MUD BALL,  is a story of Paradox.
Our journey,  Our Love so Secret it was Public Knowledge, and Mnemosyne,  and I.

Why are we here?
Why do we dwell on this ball of mud?
Many of us have answers to these questions
or claim to have. . .
often with words like mirrors
which deflect back each speaker to him/her self
and often with actions
which give an answer
we may not necessarily like

I am a Phoenix and Death is just a Door Way. God is an Iron and it is The Fool I play.
And on occasion I believe ink, which although thinner than blood – is rather more permanent.

Which is supposedly not able to be proved by the Scientific Method, but is proven by all written historical accounts which continue to exist, long after the blood of the authors has dried out, hopes destroyed and dreams evaporated,
And empires turned to dust on the winds of Time.

This is about My Life So Far. And it's about time. AND it IS about Time, too.
Don't miss World domination in a glass.  Get soused in the name of Friday Night and experience Life in The Dark Lane, in The Red Queen's Race. 
It’s also about dreams, wishes and nightmares, a Life of Magick in the Life.
A life Barren of events,  a life lost in the light of a magic simplicity.  But mostly about my love of life and love,  Loving, and being loved. . . loved well I recall A-L-L-L-L-L-L of it.

For it was mostly sweet.  And I had you. . . my sweet dark haired girl.

Round and Round We Go - The Game Commences

As I lead you by the nose into this hall of - well not really smoke and mirrors.
It is an illusion though.
It is the ILLUSION of there being actual smoke and mirrors.
While, in fact, something else is in play. And you will recognise it at the very last moment. When retreat is not possible.

But enough about you, already. Let's talk about me! I know that sounds conceited. But it isn't. Not Really
It is more like a friendly warning. . . That thinly veiled "shot across the bow". That gentle nudge "toward the edge". That "joking threat".

People think things about me BECAUSE I told them so. And I even behaved accordingly.

However - no one gets the exact same show-and-tell. They all get the truth - mind you. Much like looking at, and through, a diamond.
You can see clear through to the other side of the diamnd. But you CANNOT SEE the other side. See it FROM the other side.
Not without turning the diamond about. Which is something you cannot do with me.

Everyone gets a similar picture. But elements of it have been moved about. Removed. Re-colored. Re-sized.

You each see a SIMILAR entity. But none of you will entirely agree that you ar seeng the SAME entity.

The secret is in the SEMANTICS. I will demonstrate later in this book.

That's me in the shadows. Brocket Hall in the distance - will be the place. Tonight. Where the unfolding drama will come to a Dead Stop.
Sadly, I have lost the original image file. But the image still conveys the threat.

There IS a Serpent in the Totem, Scheherazade!

I followed a life suggested by Nature and carved out an Identity for my self in the vast realm of personal idiosyncrasy, rather than carving it out of someone else’s flesh, as is normally the case. I created a personality for my self and have paraded my creation before the eyes of all I have met with no care for their sensibilities except that they will accept me as they discover me.

By layers. By degrees. By levels of intimacy. We were not going to care my little Espanolita. I did not grow old yet and nor did you.

“It’s in the genetics!” you tell me.  Though you never left me, and I never left you.

Committed to this path I soon discovered that I could alter reality by my perception of it. Alter the realty of others even, by the same manner. Eventually, smiling away humiliation, the stupidity, intransigence and pain caused by other people.

Other people? This race of reptiles?
How lucky we must be, Conchita, to find each other on these tepid shores  of a lone planet located on the back-wash of the most distant, and least travelled shipping lanes of this vast Galaxy turning in the breath of Brahma. . . If only I could alter our lives.

"I Would Prefer to Be a Glorious Failure, Than a Small Success", SOUNDS like a good idea.
But - how about rather: "I don't want to play this silly game anymore - Let's do SOMETHING DIFFERENT!"

The Brighter it is The Less You May See

“Too much enlightenment is like too much food - when you exceed the limit of assimilation, all is wasted”.
Life in my Fathers House
Enough to have had that for most of my Good Life, and that it is my task to tell this STORY . . . I can never change what I did, even while I change my own self.
Before your eyes, I am doing this in broad daylight to steal you away from all you know.

It is my attempt to contact the living, if there are any. Just Imagine there may be intelligent life elsewhere in the universe. I hope so. There does not seem to be any here... but enough: Come. Hold my hand. Let me tell you THE story. . .

“Your friend is close by your side
And speaks a far ancient tongue
A seasons wish will come true
All seasons begin with you - ”

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