The Kingdom of Shadows

King Frederick had again lost one of his armies in the assault on the greenlands to the North. His wife, Margareth, advised against another try, but was ignored. Men and their obsession with winning and their way of doing things, got it right a lot of times and at the same time if they only listened to their wives or even a lady advisor, some of the most gruesome mass genocide in history might have been completely prevented while surpassing the objectives by a longshot.

Margareth hated that about being a woman in this medieval time period, that woman were considered stupid and weak. Even at that time she knew there was something seriously wrong with men. Some are good, but some of the ones that aspire power and control seem to crumble quickly as a character and turn into an obsessed member of the “there is always more more” .

Margareth and Frederick had a Son. He was called Max. Bright as can be, in his early 20’s. Access to every horse, door and cellar in the kingdom. He knew expansion wasn’t always an option and that other people left unchecked become monsters that fade you in your sleep, that is what his father told him. The people that joined the kingdom of Frederick, got a simple life. They get land what they need to maintain and produce from depending on the function of it they have their job. And in the more dense settlements people connect by trade.

Trading is the common denominator of our species. We trade that’s how we establish relationships and make the entire machine run. Max had left with a lot of carts and a carriage with horses to bring a peace offering to the greens. Silk and carpets and wine and honey in trade of cured greenland shark(not because they liked it) and some other foreign goods.

The offering worked, the war ended and the trade created a dependency of each other for worth and development and of knowledge and information. A friendship had formed by trade that later expanded.

Emma

Emma, an old woman living in a caretakers home, is looking over at the clock. Ever ticking. A reassuring sound where she feels the time is moving. Life sometimes feels like moving from a no to a yes. And the only thing in between is faith, to trust that it will be alright and that you will be united with your loved ones. Not on the other side, but exactly where you are.

The Apprentice

Don arrived at the wizards chambers. The old man turned around and blew out the smoke of a fresh drag of his pipe. What are you doing here, boy? Don said: I can’t get any straight answers from any of the magistrates around the palace and as a prince I think I have a right to know I am almost to age. The wizard looked surprised and said, you know, I can try, I often have the same problems with magistrates. So here it is: everything around you is made out of dreaming stuff. Can you tell me, Don? What would that stuff be then? Don took a pause.. Imagination? Yes but what do you use to imagine, asked the wizard? Don thought about it long and hard. You need memories I think, he answered. Is that all? replied the wizard? Don was thinking deeply now. You need to really believe it or it won’t be a dream, it would stop being a dream and snap to whatever it was before. Boy, you have grown a lot these years. What an excellent answer. Let me ask you then, Don. What do you need to believe? Faith, Don replied. Then let me ask you this said the wizard: when you have have complete faith, is that something you can imagine? No, said Don. It is something I feel. And how do you feel, Don, when you have complete faith? Nothing, emptiness. Correct again! replied the wizard. So is the question what everything is made out of, a matter of matter, or a matter of faith? asked the wizard. Only faith, Don quickly replied. Do you have more questions? Asked the wizard. I think that I need to let questions come up as I need them instead of trying to answer them in advance, Don replied. Very good, my man. Now off you go, the wizard said softly.

The Camel and the Cat

The Cat asked the Camel, what is reason. Because reason is what the Cat saw in the Camel. The Camel answered the Cat and said:”it is a what”. The Cat stared in disbelief. What? The Camel replied:”exactly, what”. The Cat started to get angry. The Camel didn’t like that and didn’t want to mess with any claws today, the slavers were on him enough with the whip. And replied”without what there is no reason for logic, you understand?” Without a fact or commonly perceivable object of discussion there is nothing to be reasonable about or by or sense to use logic or thinking about, because there is no about. No what. The Cat let down its guard and continued its route, like it cared really about the answer. Much critters to catch tonight for the satisfaction.

Bedum and Badum

There were once two people in a paradise in an unknown creation. These people were not just there randomly. They were placed to kickstart a civilisation like no other. By a unknown god. For them thusly God.

They can makes two choices of offspring, ether Bedum or another third unknown person. The choice just can’t be both because of genetic incompatibility. Which can cause problems down the road. Not problems that can’t be solved, just a hot mess.

Badum, not being the brightest in the first place and being new to all of this so very inexperienced, decides after having “laid” with Bedum to try out the other as well.

God explains to her that a messy period is coming but that it will be a magnificent story of adventure, learning, suffering, violence and love. And that the wrong choice will end up, if earned and worked for, as the best choice.

The Lost Crow

This crow flew beyond time and space, to the end of time, where it landed on a tree. The only tree around, to rest and scout about. A squirrel jumped on a branch on a safe distance in front of him and checked out her new visitor.

‘Sup’, said the crow.

The squirrel hesitated for a couple of seconds and responded: ‘whatcha doing?’.

The crow said:’ Just resting my wings here my friend, no need to be fearful’. ‘So, what are you doing here?’. The crow asked back.

The squirrel quickly replied: ‘I make sure the right acorns take root, this is not a normal tree but a spirit tree’.

‘Ah’ said the crow, ‘that makes more sense..what does it do?’

The squirrel said: ‘it seeds worlds’. The crow blinked and stared a bit at the squirrel who was moving his head around like he was trying to get all angles. The crow was exactly the same in this regard.

The crow decided to check some things: ‘what are minds like us made from?’

The squirrel replied: ‘Of water and wind, the subconscious/your body and your conscious is like the wind in the sky; the subconscious for processing and the conscious for realtime interaction’.

The crow waited, the squirrel sounded truthful.

The crow continued his conversation: ‘what about the unconscious?’

The squirrel answered without delay: ‘manifested reality’.

Slowly the crow started to feel his body again in the real world. ‘Thank you’ he said. ‘I will return now’.

The squirrel nodded and skirted of into one of the branches and the crow flew back to his partner.

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The Dark Side of the King’s Light..

Once upon a time there was a king only that he was not really a king, but that was the only way Human beings, could understand him..

So a King, and to save his kind he had to go back through the entirety of creation and form a band and communication between all the races and human beings while arriving in a time where everything was said and done and the people were pressing their stories into reality like it was written before it happened, unfortunately..

However as a man of reason the plan was fail proof. A race of intelligent being was designed to research and pull apart anything to get a good grip of what is going wrong. Not that there is evil but that what is perceived as dark how it can overshadow what is good sometimes without clear direction and most of all reason.

The 13th master

From the beginning of time the process of master student had continued. Until one day the oldest of the Masters gave up. I cannot teach you anymore, because I have thought you to become Masters like you call me. But I am not and that I have had to see in the regular folk who thought me humility again and so I extinguish my flame for eternity and fail both as a student and a teacher, the only thing left is some dignity that lights the sky as a spark from a fire before it is gone.

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End of the line

The year is 2068 Kirk walks into one of the congress rooms that has been cleared up for a presentation about the solution to humanities power demand.

An engine that could be hotter than anything else and once ignited produced power aplenty for 50 billion people. The transport was through energizing the atmosphere which would be wirelessly extracted anywhere.

One of Kirks old professors had taken the stand. He looked calmer than normal. He had a simple sweater with a couple of holes in it. It was unusual for him as he knew him as a proud teacher. He started speaking:

With sadness in my heart I must say that I cannot believe we have come to this. A centralized single powersource that we as the population grows will come to depend on. Out of laziness? Convenience? Is it science? Is it science that after a period of time when it breaks down somehow we will have the greatest crisis on our hands that we can imagine? A fate worse than hell? Or should I only be interested in the progress that can be made? What is wrong with small local solutions for power where it is needed? Isn’t that just fun? Engaging and educational? Small wind turbines, hills made to facilitate momentum carts or gyroing centrifuges in rivers. Isn’t that the only proper, responsible solution anyone should be looking at? Bitcoin can be powered by your own coal power plant for all i care. But where is the sense, the actual feel. The empathy with ourselves looking at minds that come up with this… Gentlemen, my bourbon is waiting for me at home. Have a splendid day!