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Stealth jumper pt3

Avalon arrived at outskirts of a sandstone town

Wondered what exactly could be found

To speed her on her way to her final destination

But something told her to wait.

She spied the men who were hunting her down

Must have found another portal to put them in front

She then used the powers she was given

To shape shift and blend in with other people

She wound around the town

From souk to souk gathering information

But always alert and attentive

The three men who were hunting her

Were very keen and well observed

She ducked in and out of shop fronts

Weaving in and out of houses

Then somehow they found her out

Started chasing her and she was in no doubt

Escape was her only option

What was she supposed to do

She saw a portal glinting in another souk

In the opposite side of town

But if she tried to get there they would shoot her

She took a minute and got her head straight

And in the middle of a mindful state

She realised the way

Using all of the powers the tribe gave her

She whipped up a sandstorm

And in the midst of the ensuing chaos

She decided to make her move

And she took a direct route

And in a glimpse she saw the men in pursuit

And realised it was a little too soon

She rain and weaved and ducked under a hail of bullets

But then she saw the portal and run through

Closing it on them as she exited

She had evaded them once again

But they were getting far to close

She needed this journey to end

As she looked and studied all around her

What place was she now in

As it happens she was standing within the walls of a monastery

And monks were standing around a smiling

Now what did this place hold for her?

Is there more information or skills to learn?

Or just more danger, pain and hurt?

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Stealth jumper pt2

The tribe that surrounded the stealth jumper Avalon

As it turned out were higher frequency beings

They took her back to their village healed her wounds

And taught her the art of self healing through mind

And illusory conscious cleansing through the use of herbal plants

Which they gave her when she stated her need to be on her way

And warned them of future visitors

But knew they could deal with them.

She was guided to another portal

By a clearing that represented great beauty

With a sparkling clear lake and effervescent waterfall

Rocks carved into images decorated the edge of the lake

And she could hear spiritual messages coming out of the lake

The flowed through her being igniting every chakra

And filling her with unknown power

That bristled through her body like static electricity

Thanking her hosts she stepped through the portal.

In a moment she found herself on the fringes of a vast desert

With the sun beating down on her causing her to sweat profusely in her leather suit

She heard the voices from the lake

Imagined herself in robes upon a camel and two more in tow

As she did this gazing at the sun she cast a look around

And so it was, as she imagined

Smiling she moved forward heading for the horizon

Heading into the unknown but with plentiful supplies

Things were looking up

But what was next?

What lay beyond the horizon?

She travelled forward on faith and the belief that she was on the right path.

Stealth jumper

She hid in a doorway of shop

Within the neon lit maze of the city,

A gaping hole from a shot wound,

Her long dark hair and slender figure

Kept her hidden within the shadows,

The leather all in one suit

Offered some protection against the constant rain

And kept her warm in the steamy environment,

All the time she kept an eye out for those seeking to find her,

All the time she kept an eye out for the portal

The portal that would allow her to jump

To another realm and buy her time to escape

And finally she could see it,

Glinting and pulsing in a dark alleyway just down the street

It was on the opposite side of the street,

She would need to run close to buildings and the cross at speed,

She did this with stealth and when it came for time to cross with speed

The whole street lit up with the fire of guns,

She focused on the portal as gunshots flicked and sped past her,

She felt a sharp pain to her thigh and then her bicep

But stopping was not a option and slowing down meant death

She then leapt diving at the portal as it glistened and a doorway opened,

The portal vanished from the alley.

Now she lay in a bed of undergrowth,

In a dark green forest with the sun shining through the leaves,

The forest trees were huge,

Suddenly searing pain caught her attention

She was safe for now

But unless she got her wounds tended to then death would stalk her,

She rose and saw that she was surrounded by tribal warriors

What was to happen next?

Was she saved or damned?

The tale of the shadows

The dark night lit up by just a barrage of flickering neon signs, a figure moved in the shadows, I saw it out of the corner of my eye and tried to focus on the figure while slowly walking over cautiously, nervously. The figure just stood still now as if trying to blend into the darkness, yet as I got closer I could make out the shape of what appeared to be a person, I spoke hesitantly, ‘are you OK? Are you in need of help at all?’ the only response was silence, as I got closer I saw the figure was wearing a cloak with a hood with its face covered. At this point I wondered if I had made a mistake approaching the shadowed figure now. Yet the figure was no bigger than me and I felt they needed help the closer I got. ‘Is everything OK?’ I repeated again, ‘it’s not a great place to be around here after dark’, a female voice replied, ‘yet here you are, do you not fear for your own safety?’ I looked at her with perspecuity, though her voice trembled slightly there was a strength there, ‘I know the area and the people to some degree and so that helps, whereas I think you are new around here and there are some here that prey on newcomers.’ There was barely a pause before she replied, ‘and that should give me reason to fear yes?’ I was starting to feel that she was not as vulnerable as I first perceived her to be, ‘maybe, but something tells me, you feel capable of handling yourself OK. If that’s the case I will be off and leave you to whatever it is you’re doing’. I felt that leaving now was the best option, however the woman spoke hastily, ‘no stay, it maybe judicious you being here’. The woman lifted her head and I saw the sparkling of her eyes that showed in each a universe of stars. She had strong narrow cheek bones that were very predominant, full deep red lips and a tanned skin, smudged with grime. Her cloak I now notice was tattered and dirty. But those strange eyes were the feature I could not explain or get away from. ‘Who and what are you?’ I asked, she just stared at me but then tilted her head to one side slightly, ‘I am from the stars, I have come here to rescue souls ready for transcendence. You have shown this quality, you roam the streets caring for homeless people and help anyone you meet in need. I am here to offer you a chance to leave this place and travel to somewhere more advanced and evolved than this’. To say I was taken aback and stunned was an understatement. I had indeed spent my time just as she had stated but how did she know this? I had dreamt of a getaway from this place, this world of endless suffering but could I just leave everything behind. What of family? What of friends? But then what of my own sanity? This was an opportunity to achieve a dream, to travel to the stars. As I looked at her I had no doubt what she was offering was real. So what to do?

The cosmic multiverse Market

In a neon lit city

in a quantum multiverse,

hidden away behind

the bright neon lit displays

lays a market,

that offers trans dimensional

get away’s to distant places,

scattered across a multitude

of milky ways.

No signs, no arrows,

leading you it’s way

just intuition, as synchronicity displays,

the hidden market for anyone

who’s fantasies evolve into cosmic space

and those who don’t see the irony

that anywhere they go,

they still remain in the same place,

the conscious mind of old,

for all that we do and every where that we go

it is created within everything we know,

for nothing is real, it’s all just illusory

part of the matrix that forms everything,

so what exactly are we being sold.

 

More colour than you see

Eloquently serene

Reminds me of seas

Of aquamarine,

Peaceful solitude

Aids my dreams,

Of forested trees

In bottle green verdancy,

I create my dreams

In luminescent

Tangerine themes,

Warm is my heart

That is fired by my passion,

In flames that are burning

White hot incandescently,

In a life that has more colour

Than we think or we see,

Vermilion is my blood

That races through me,

Golden are my days

Bathed in spirituality

Filigree are the wings

On which I fly from thee,

Into a pink, purple and orange

I fade into this sunset

And let it envelop me,

As well as all my hopes, beliefs and dreams

For now and all eternity.

The quantum quartet

They were known as the quantum quartet

The nomads of the universe

Seeking to find specks

Of civilised humanities

That they can respect

These pilgrims looking to seek life at its best.

They had discovered many galaxies

And planets within

Found many civilisations

And made connections with them

Yet the galaxy that they always gave a wide birth

Was the one that contained a planet called Earth

To violent to tribal and way too many wars

Was how they viewed this planet

And they could never seem reform

So they always kept on going when the got a glimpse of Earth

A planet that more trouble than it was worth

So on went the nomadic travellers

The quantum quartet

Sailing through what they discover next.

Via: Daily Prompt :Quartet

Natures guardians

How did I find myself here

In a place alien to me

A place vertigo and huge redwood trees

Laying on loamy soil head spinning around

I see the blackish blue skies

Yet I hear no sound

There’s a assembly of figures

Darting here and there

Spectre in movement

Floating in the suffocating air

I see them dance and weave

Like phantoms without a care

I am not sure if they notice me

I am in paralysis

Unable to move at all

Not one little bit

I watch them dance the dance of the Vanities

Around the bonfire

Their movements are of stealth

Yet have no feet, they’re floating

Yet they’re still not noting me

Who are these alien beings

And it’s if through thoughts they hear me

They whisper their name

We are Arrohim

We are spirits of the twilighting

We dwell in forests paying home to the Eldritch trees

We respect and tend to all of natures needs

We are the permaculturalists sowing creations seed

So that one day when humanity is gone

This planet, this earth will surely carry on

You have the choice to travel back into your life

Or you can join us and become spiritual sprites

And ensure that nature shines is beautiful light so bright

So unsure I was but with little to leave behind

I chose to join them and leave mankind behind.

On wings of death

She broke through the door of the laboratory, this tall young sylph like woman with dark hair tied back into a pony tail. She had no idea what to expect in this sterile white pristine lab. Her mission was to break in and liberate what was being held their in incubation. She had a gun holstered on each hip and had used them extensively on her way to the lab. She looked around the lab, saw a computer and went through what was up on the screen. It spoke of hybrid being and tearing DNA. She looked again toward the incubator, wondered if what was in there was best left. That wasn’t her mission though, so she walked over and used the buttons on the digital display to open it. Upon opening she found herself staring at a child aged about 10 years old. She waited looking at the little girl with long blonde hair and porcelain coloured skin and wondered what was so important about her. As she stared, the little girl open her eyes, she looked at the older woman for a moment, ‘hi my name is Cassie, who are you?’ she was smiling with an innocence long forgotten by the woman. ‘I am Naomi, and we need to go now,’ she cringed as she said that for it came out harsher then she meant but life has been harsh lately. She helped Cassie up and led her through the white corridors leading from the lab to the exit. Cassie looked around at all the bodies and blood on the floor that littered their way, ‘Naomi, did you do all this?’ Cassie’s demeanour was very casual, disturbing so Naomi thought. ‘Yes they got in my way and posed a threat. I am an assassin, so I had to eliminate the threat.’ Cassie, holding Naomi’s hand looked up at her and spoke sweetly, ‘if I pose a threat would you eliminate me too?’ ‘No, that’s not in my remit. My mission is to liberate you from the lab and return you to my headquarters.’ Cassie and Naomi reached the exit, just before opening the door Cassie said, ‘everyone wants to eliminate me because of what they made me,’ Naomi could see tears in the child’s eyes, ‘don’t worry, I won’t let anyone harm you.’ As Naomi opened the door she saw a group of 25 heavily armed soldiers pointing guns at them, these where on her side, or so she thought but in the instant she heard the first burst of gunfire, she knew the parameters had changed, pushing Cassie back into the corridor she used her athletic and gymnastic skills to somersault whilst drawing her guns to fire back. She knew she had too few bullets left and there were too many of them. She landed having taken out at least twelve. She landed on one knee caught a light out of her peripheral vision and looked towards the door. In that split second moment everything was quiet and still, then she saw Cassie appear through the doorway, flying on large filigree wings, radiating in white incandescent, she glanced at Naomi, her eyes burning white hot fire, then looking back toward the soldiers her eyes shot the white hot flame like a flamethrower and incinerated everyone of them as she let out a high pitched shrill that threatened to deafen Naomi. Cassie then lowered herself until her feet touched the ground. Her wings retracted, her eyes were once again the purest blue, they were before. ‘Naomi, I don’t like this. I don’t want to hurt people but I couldn’t let them hurt you. Can you help me so I don’t have to do that again.’ Naomi saw the pain in her visage and nodded, ‘yes, baby’ she retorted, ‘as long as I am around, no one is going to make you do that again.’ she wasn’t scared of Cassie but for her. She k ew what being used as a weapon was like. ‘We are going somewhere, so that we will never be found and neither of us will ever hurt anyone again.’

Some years later a man dressed in shabby black trousers, t-shirt and jacket wandering through Lhasa in Tibet saw a young girl and older woman in long Buddhist robes carrying bowls of food to the needy, he disappeared down an alley to report his findings to his superiors, when he looked back to the females they were gone. In that moment he felt his head gripped and his neck snap. Naomi was standing over his lifeless body. ‘We kill only where we maybe killed or maybe captured and used to kill. Remember that.’ Cassie now taller, and more beautiful than ever for a 14 year old nodded solemnly, ‘I understand. Thank you, I owe you so much.’ Naomi smiled at the young teen, she knew if caught Cassie would be used as a weapon of mass destruction. ‘We both owe each other thanks. Now we have work to do. The needy require food. She called two men over, they were homeless types but were their flock, they picked up the man’s corpse and took it for disposal. Cassie and Naomi returned to their chores.

Via:Daily Prompt: Incubator.

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Neon incandescent streets

She walked the dark alleyways

Of tall oppressive buildings

Weaving her way between the skip bins and the trash

Going from one high street block to another

Their garish neon lit, signs and incandescent light

Blinding and dazzling all those that see

And headlights of the cars added to the scene

People bustling and rushing all about from here to there

Street sellers selling their wares

Hotdog and hamburger vendors line the kerbs

Newspaper sellers shouting headlines,

Some sounding absurd

She avoids the areas and keeps within the shadows

Among the lost and lonely hiding out of view

She sees corruption within the bright lights

She sees the hate and exploitation in the name of greed

She sees the materialism and sees this as a life that she doesn’t need

So she ducks these neon incandescent streets.