I pushed open the door of my cabin and looked around the room I would be calling “Home” for the next few weeks… months… I had no idea how long this voyage would last.
The crew had already deposited my bags in my quarters. The ship was to set sail soon.
I had no idea yet where we were going. Only that we needed to get gone.
I went to the bags and fished around for a book, my quill, and the ink. I needed to write. I just… wasn’t okay if I wasn’t writing.
I sat down at the desk in front of the wall of glass that gifted a breathtaking view ocean and sea and sunset. The water was golden red. I thought on how far I’d come. How far I’d go. How much further I could climb.
My crew was set. Some people who were here are unexpected. Others who are absent… I closed my eyes and tried not to think about that. And one… One invite… that was pending. Either he would get on this ship, or he would not.
I was waiting to see what he would do.
I found the Logical Code to break down what we have/had, and I found the Logical Code to build it up into… whatever he wanted. I just needed to know how he wanted the Story to be written.
This is the True Power of Wisdom and Author. A True Author has The Logical Code of the Universe. I dipped my quill and contemplated.
I had tried to do my rounds so many times… But not being in story… I’m growing to a point where stepping outside of Story hurts. It’s like, you can either be IN the Story, or on the outside.
And most of everyone is on the Outside.
Just like Philosophy… You have Experience Philosophy. You can’t just… Read about it.
And only once you’ve experience Philosophy that you close the last chapter and then… You are IN the book.
“Oh,” I said. Seeing it now. “So here is Narnia…”
Philosophy was just the Wardrobe. The Story is on the other side of Philosophy. But you have to go INTO Philosophy. And most people, not even Philosophers ever Experience the Book.
“Damn it,” I muttered. “Now I have to re-read Narnia. Ugh. Gross.”
But then… I thought of the Monopods.
“Son of a bitch,” I said. “Just like Lewis Carroll, I was also wrong about C.S. Lewis… So, Mr. Lewis… This is where YOU are… at the 44th Level of Consciousness. 8 Expansions past the Point of Comprehension. Well then, I do believe I owe you the greatest of apologies, Mr. Lewis.”
“So…” I sigh. I knew where I was. I knew exactly where I was. “I am inside one of our Stories.” I nodded and suddenly knew what to do. What to say. How to do it. How to say it.
“Just tell your story.”
Her voice echoed back to me from memory.
“Wellerman,” I said and pulled up the shanty.
Once upon a place outside of Time, an Imp King did love the Goddess Queen.
Once upon a place outside of Time, an Imp King did love the Goddess Queen.
For they were Children and Ancient together at once and all at the same time.
They were the first generation of One. For they were Two. And their Story is a Love Story. Their Story is the First Story.
Most people think of “The One God,” but they always forget that from that One, did come Two. The Story books stopped at One. Everything Changed. As… someone, something, wanted all of the World, the Universe, and Everything to forget of the Love Story of Two.
And so it was, an Evil obtained the Logical Code and Authority to rewrite Time and Story itself. And from all of Place inside and outside of Time, the Story was rewritten.
But in that moment — at the precise moment in which comprehension of the size of the devastation and loss was conceived — a breath, a single wish was made, and thus, granted.
And one breath next, Two, the First Story, was lost.
Until…