Warmth, encircling me not just from the humidity but from the oven as well, as I pry it open and pull out desserts galore. Apple pie and sugar cookies, an agreeable combination to enjoy while watching the waves crash ashore. I call out to my partner to finish up whatever he is doing in the other room. We’ve had enough alone time. It took me an hour and a half to bake this to perfection now, I would like to enjoy these delicacies together while watching the sunset behind the oceanic cerulean waves. I open the windows to let some of the heat out and prepare for our picnic on the porch. After a fulfilling dinner of steak, shrimp and salmon, the salty smell coming through the window bothers me none. It dances with the smell of fresh baked goods. I set out plates and blankets on the front porch, weaving in and out the house. Lastly, I grab the desserts. The scent of the confections follows me outdoors. The necatrous smell made me reluctant to wait for my partner. Just as I pondered on sneaking a taste the front door opened. “I’m sorry honey, I was trying to clean up.” Honey, I say slowly to myself and my mouth waters just a bit. He grabs a cookie and offers me a bite.
My eyes widened with awe; it was as if I was staring at an otherworldly version of myself. An ordinary person would be frightened at this moment, however, I felt enlightened. I wandered into this forest while pondering thoughts of the mystical side of life. Throughout my childhood, I have often seen or heard things that “weren’t there.” I knew in my heart that my connection with the spirit realm was profound, even though my father routinely debunks whenever I acknowledge a supernatural presence.
“You sound just like your mother. Why don't you go live with her.” he would say while slamming his room door behind him.
My mother, the few pieces I've been able to put together about her, and this gift that we have in common come from my father's insolent remarks and his dead mother, who communicates with me through the television. I've never met either, but supposedly my parents were once madly in love with one another. My grandmother would invite her over twice a week for dinner, where they would eat and play card games together. The way my father talks about her, I would never guess. He talks about his mother, though from time to time, Grandma Adelyn. My mother, Francine, first disclosed her gifts to grandma as she tried to work out a way to tell my father. An astute biologist who fell in love with logic and philosophy first before he met my intuitive spiritualist of a mother. She knew upon meeting him that their connection would grow weary, but it was enough to have me and keep our lineage of mystics alive.
Before leaving home, I turned on the television. I never actually watched TV for as long as I could remember whenever I sat in front of it alone, the channels would flip, and the guide would come up and glitch without me even touching the remote. As I got older, I understood this was my grandmother's way of communicating with me. The first instance of me understanding this was directly after my father & I visited her grave when I was 13. We go twice a year every year on her birthday and her death day. I arrived home that day, and she used the words on the tv guide and flipped to shows and movies of a grandmother, and a young girl communicating with spirits, to let me know about my gifts and that my father would not understand. Over the years, whenever I chose to sit in front of the tv, it was only to receive a message from Grandma Adelyn.
Today’s message led me to this forest about a mile and a half from our suburban home. From what I could make out, it was as if someone wanted to meet me? The guide lit up on the movies “Forrest Gump” and “Message in a Bottle,” there were a few clues shown in the film as well, but I've learned to let my intuition help guide the way. As I walked around the spectral presence in front of me and reached out to touch it, my hand pierced its sheer dress but felt nothing but air. Suddenly her hand shot up, and I felt cold chills run through me. It was a warm summer day, so my goosebumps were just a premonition for what happened next. As she slowly brushed her hair back and reached out to touch mine, we simultaneously confirmed the presence of each other. “My child,” she whispered. “Mother,” I confirmed.
From "Balls Of Fire", a science of life and death by Judy K. King
"Nature operates by the basic phenomenon that a few will survive over the many."
Instincts and intuition will save the few and a hive mind will misguide the many.
Is there any hope for the whole of humanity?
Everyday we see people glorifying and finding comfort in the insanity.
Working to live comfortably, paying for basic needs like shelter, food and water.
Routinely we find the masses clocking in to their 9-5, heading to the slaughter.
An uprising will come about, The few will cast away their doubts and fight for what they know is right.
Cleansing away the corruption Bringing on much needed destruction
To return to a world we once knew Where the sky is indigo, a blue-violet hue.
Where freedom and love is the only rule, and the moon shines bright overhead like a jewel.
I rang the doorbell and was astounded by the sound that flooded my ears, an antiquated yet fitting chime for this suburban home that I had been invited to this lovely Sunday afternoon. I stared at the fresh-cut green grass and watched two young boys ride bicycles down the sidewalk as I waited to be greeted at the front door. I heard a mechanical click and the door unlocked. At a second glance, I noticed it was one of those new high-tech locks that used numbers instead of a traditional key, and it was paired with a video camera doorbell. The perfect mix of old-fashioned and modern-day. I walked through the door and was enveloped by a big hug. "We missed you. Glad you could make it over here!" I was ushered into the kitchen and quickly took a seat at the edge of an island with a high-top counter. I kindly declined any flavored drinks and took a simple glass of cold water instead, and made small talk while my Sunday dinner plate was being prepared. "Would you like to eat in here or the sunroom?" I reflected on this question for just a moment as I watched my glass of water sweat down on the coaster. "It's a nice day outside. Why don't we head to the sunroom." I said and started towards the back door. My eyes widened as I entered the sunlit room. It was remarkable; the walls were painted a light blue, turquoise-aquamarine pigment. The floors were white marble, and it felt like I was gliding as I walked around the room. The ceiling was monumental and strikingly high above my head. The outdoor view was ordinary for a suburban home, but the room made the backyard look exceptionally grandeur. “I could sit out here all day.” I thought to myself. “You like it?” my host said as she came in carrying two plates filled with food. My eyes narrowed in on the steamy, perfectly plated dishes and vast portions of meat piled atop. “I LOVE IT!” I exclaimed and quickly sat in a corner chair with a full view of the room and backyard. The outdoor patio furniture was just as noteworthy as the room. Comfortable and welcoming, as I sat in the chair, it confirmed for me that I could sit out in this room all day. As I stared at the food in front of me, on the rustic steel tabletop, then up and outside as three small birds fluttered by, an innate feeling of home immersed me.
Life without you would leave me lost and confused, Searching for purpose throughout this time you became my muse. I am thankful for you and I'm scared to think of a life without After all my time wandering this Earth you have helped me cast away all my doubts. Life without you would be a life not worth living, as cliche as it sounds with you I feel like I'm winning, this game of life, I felt my whole life I'd been losing, but our love and union has truly proven, that regardless the outcome or ending fate, I'm alright as long as I have you as my mate.
