Once upon a time, there was a foolish traveler who had gone on a journey. Why was he foolish? Well, because he was fooled by everyone he met. Everywhere he went, people made up all kinds of sad stories to tell him, and the traveler fell for every one of them. Pretty soon, his money, his clothes, even his shoes had been cheated away from him. But the foolish traveler was always glad to help. And he always told the people the same thing. He said: “I wish you happiness.” But by this point, though, the traveler was completely naked, and with nothing left to cover himself, he decided to leave the main road and travel through the dense forest, where no one could see him… But soon, he was discovered by the goblins that lived in the woods. The goblins wanted to eat the traveler’s body, so they begged and pleaded, and used kind words to try and trick him… Of course, the traveler was fooled. First, he let the goblins eat one of his legs. Then an arm. Then more and more… Before it was over, all that the traveler had left was his head. He’d even given his eyes away to the last of the goblins… And as that last goblin was eating the traveler’s eyes, he turned and said “Thank you, traveler. In return, I leave you this present.” What the goblin left was a slip of paper, with the word “fool” written on it. The traveler couldn’t see it. He didn’t know what it was. Even so, tears began to flow down his face. “Thank you,” he said. “This is the first present anyone ever gave me. I’m so happy. I’m so happy. Thank you.” Even without his eyes, he cried and cried, great tears of joy. Then, the traveler died, the smile still on his face.
Should the night choose to forget the dawn would the Dark cease to end,
Living in a word where all is Black and the old wounds never mend,
The only source of light comes from the glimmer of dying stars,
And all out secrets, cruel and vile, are illuminated by the moonlight, like scratched and bleeding scars.
They keep telling me I’m wrong because I’m walking the other way, wrong direction they scream, wrong path they say.
They don’t even see Me.
But I’ve seen them, I have seen their faces. Distorted, deformed and confused. Going destinations, not real places.
I’m so sick of following a crowd.
So I’ll break off and find a path of my own, whilst they sneer and jeer and point there fingers, voices yelling “Don’t come home!”
But where is that, I have no home.
No place to return to, no place to lie my head, just bound to keep wondering, keep walking, till one day I’m dead.
Wander lost, can’t keep on my path.
My fingers have grazed it, that thing called originality, only to have my hand slapped away and once more they force me to my knees.
Why can’t I push forward.
Am I damned to keep gong back, returning to a dark past filled with memories and lessons that I lack?
If it ends tonight, would anybody know, would they just keep walking and preping themselves for Life’s show.
Could I disappear.
Of course that’s not the case, letting myself grow weak under pressure, dissolving away, what a disgrace.
I won’t give up, I won’t back down.
I refuse to just be some sad story that they all will tell, I won’t be the one to shrug life off and accept Hell.
I will shine.
They can put me out as many times as they please, each time I swear to return, each time with more ease.
And even if my light only reaches one, then I will rest at last knowing my job us done.
For He who is in me is greater still than any of the this earth, and I will not stand by as His creations are forced to lose their worth.
I will never give up, I will fight and they’ll see, until one day to they are just like me.
The day when we all can learn, we all can love, we all can accept, we all can forgive, we all can see, that this whole time this life wasn’t for you, it wasn’t for me, it was beautifully and simply for the glory of He.
What was the bitter volition that forced its iron grip on our hearts?
What was the nature of the beast that took control, an agonizing grip?
How could we come so far and yet be so unmoved from the places where we start?
Was this all some descent, some fall, only instigated by an accidental trip?
The trailer for director Lonnie Martin’s upcoming film, The Weird Sisters, starring Millie Omps, Carley Sable, and Sarah Satterwhite.
Timekeepsers and Dreamweavers write the stories of our pasts, burdens we can’t remember, we the Fallen, the watchers of Men, absolved we are or our human pasts in order to fulfill our purpose. Repeated over and over are these tasks until the return of the Son, until that time led are we by our Weavers and Keepers.
