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Saturday

Suicide: Death In A Dream





"Oh look...ah, here we go. He left a note at least."
"Good grief, the body stinks!"
"Have the crew come up and clean this up, will ya?"










"You done here, Detective?"
"Yeah, for now. Let's see here...they say dead people don't talk. But this guy's got a lot to say..."





Date of death: March 6, 2004

There he was. He was in the doll's house. Dancing side to side, shuffling his feet and waving his arms and hands. Her hair was frizzy, dirty blonde, torn, and stringy. Her skin was a cold, broken plastic-stiff with age and bitter with despair. His clothes were worn and thin. Exposing the gritty aftertaste of his sorrows dried over crusted wounds. The eyes were stuck open with injurious stare-glazed by depression and dilated with lost passion. Nylon thread forced eyebrows into a shape of anger and surprise.

Without warning, I walked into the dollhouse to the second floor--center bedroom. The room was gray and cold with only the light from the broken ceiling fan above. It was a thick distance between us. My large nature against the small-framed doll gave me a sense of godliness and therefore, encouraged my control. He stopped dancing side to side in a panic and without shifting expression in his cutting eyes, opened his rotted mouth wide with a maniacal grin. Nothing could stop the radiating hate from shooting through me from her soul. I pushed with all I could muster in my sub-conscious state and forced movement of my body toward him. With ever-changing motion, fast to slow, I raised my
arms, torn and bleeding from blades of years repressed. He screamed and tried to fight me from taking hold of the stiff, plastic arms. The stream of his voice screamed over me as I continued to struggle for control. I managed to take hold of him and move him from the upstairs center room to the far right living room where the fireplace burned brightly.
We argued with our emotions and wrestled with our fears. Hate and tears kept score and refereed the fights. I managed to win him over but her taste, I could not swallow. The halls of self-love were cold and damp and the bell tower of human dignity was hollow. I forced him into a vicious shift in environment from nowhere to worse-a rusty, mustard-yellow, button padded room, no light, no windows, no doors. He struggled and fought to break free from my grasp and shouted obscenities of truth. Each word blocked a major artery to my heart and slowly choked me still. He begged and begged
and the louder he became, the softer his words fell into the air. I paused before fading into the darkness because out of the senseless shouting, I heard reason. I asked her, what do you want from me? She simply dropped her arms, lowered his head, closed her eyes, cried and said, "free me. Please. Set me free."

-DeMaster Thomas-
#185186

Monday

Rapture or Abduction

Rapture or Abduction
DeMaster Thomas
#042303
"Are you crying?" She said.
"Of course not, I just have something in my eye." He answered.
"Oh please you actually cried at a movie-I can't believe it!" She joked.
"I don't know what you"re talking about." He grunted.
"Oh just admit it, you liked the movie. My man has a soft spot after all." She smiled.
"It was okay." He paused, "oh well alright if you insist. I'll say it. Yes, I liked it." He smiled.
"I knew it!" She replied happily. And with a loud thud outside their bedroom window and a shattering crash causing the lights and television to blow out, they jumped into each others' arms and quickly held onto each other in excitement; wondering what was happening!

The room became cold and dark. The walls started to sweat and without warning,
a bright soft glow appeared and walked toward them. The glow spoke in a calm deep tone, "be not afraid. I am a blessing from the One of Superior Knowledge and I have come for you."
The man rushed quickly to the bed as the ghostly figure grazed his arm. They were so stricken with fear, neither could speak. They could only sit at the edge of the bed, frozen with glazed stares. Once they were still, the spirit continued to speak. "You will not be harmed while in spirit. You will be placed into a deep sleep and when you awaken, you will possess a mind of higher elevation, knowledge and understanding." 

The wife gulped and whispered in disgust, "are we being abducted?" 
The husband quickly snapped out of it and sharply replied, "that ain't no alien; that's a ghost!"
The spirit was not amused by their quirky utterances and continued to speak in the same tone.

"Sleep. Now."  And in the blink of an eye, the couple's bodies both fell back on the bed into a deep sleep. The room began to stretch and pulsate with each breath. "Now, allow the power of the Word to come alive in you at this very moment. When hear my voice say, Godspeed, you will instantly be projected into another dimension of consciousness. Your physical body will remain, but your soul will be guided by the Spirit."



Their bodies were both stripped naked and placed in separate tubes. All of a sudden, the room filled with an intense light. The bodies began to transform into pure energy. All the while, the eery figure continued to speak softly over them. "You are beautiful," it said to the woman. "You are victorious over all enemies," it whispered to the man. And then a deep voice chimed in. "Embrace the broken spirit of the Fallen before you. Heed my word. The sound of my voice is comfort to you. You are fulfilled. Sew. Reap. Serve. Plant. Seed. The voice of Knowledge will water you in love and healing. You will be ambassadors. You have been chosen."

After the transformation was complete, their bodies were joined together and made one. They became one root-one breath-one life.




"Elevate. Your soul will not be returned to this body. You are Spirit."
 The souls of the couple were quickly vacuumed into a much larger tube of clear glass, hovering above their house. As the visual expanded, you could see endless counts of similar glass cylinders with bright strings of fluorescent lights, being extracted from the land surface into the darkness of the midnight sky. It was a majestic sight. Above the dancing tubes of light and even higher above the great blanket of black sky, was another large floating object, square in shape, glowing like liquid gold.
 Another combination of male and female type voices chanted in unison: "You are being made new. You will be refreshed. Rejuvenated and made strong through your Christ's Love. Your Messiah has extended His Love to you. You are blessed. Be not afraid. You will feel no pain-only pure emotion."

The massive craft was 1500 miles high, 1500 miles wide and 1500 miles deep. Inside the great airship were many rooms. Each room had an inscription on the upper left crust of the viewing glass. There were no doors to the rooms. The inscriptions were symbols of some kind, not common words that one would easily recognize. There were no lights in the corridors, but the entire area was illuminated. In between each floor of the traveler, there were long halls with 360 degree monitors. The husband spirit projected a thought into the wife spirit and said, "these look like waiting rooms." The wife spirit replied with a warm loving tone and said, "Yes. The rapture has begun."

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