When I awaked I found myself exceedingly refreshed, but that, however, one way or the other and the spirits lively flowers and medicinal breakfast I supposed, I was stronger than yesterday and in the shore the nymphs sing to the travellers too whom afar carry penance in the weary of living behind their families, for it was short the trip in the upper life. Making the witness see, and hand touching hands in the boat of destiny and my lost souls sunk and tipping my toes inside submerge following them once again.
And worthy of acceptation among them, one of them, bubbling my arms around them with another last breath, loosing their anxiety off, wave swirling underneath the anonymity, retrieve from the fixes minds who hate me. Fame and power, they want shouting the name of the river Styx with pertinent annoyance.
Who palpitate miraculous and ever lasting boundaries to be shared, as the lost souls to one another. And all those shares, are lost, again. The pause marches, my friends, seemingly paralysed, nameless. Hatred, that if you knew, blissful from the untagging infinite. Never afraid to stop the loving bay. Unrecognised, unwanted, unvalued, misunderstood, non attached, elevating through the muddy waters, to the immaculate.
Hate me if you must, coz you cross over. Split identities, to the believe they could ever exist without the other. Split identities, electrically thundering by past and future, split polarities, twirling from molecular to the universe, for this river is one. No one else is here, non with a name on their grave to be missed.
Quick within the waters, serpentined, alone, all one as the lost souls, in love, raged by unaware divinity, with conscious or not, we loose our selfs intoxicated, to breath again, yet. And when glory is blurred, and another vision transfigures. Whom am I to condemn you, my lost souls, we will never get to see the judges, we have no paradise nor hells, bond to flow, dancing without mercy. One who stands in dewless asphodel, wants more and takes. A wear power who never satisfies, eats inside for simple things as non, flow with great abundance when you have nothing to hold back.
"As strong as death, nonsense." And their eyes twist sweetly contained to the stress, my lost souls know, they can breath again as a last kiss. "Oh love, they call me hatred" Misunderstood to promote anger in my name, thy words have ill availed, wear my plain to sight. Did not want the coins, another fluency takes. This river supports Charon, his sanctifying ride will take you abroad. In charity swim backwards, my porpoise has no ends, for those who had failed, will rejoice with, there is no end in the falling. Between the shores without ground, was never hateful as I made believed, I was supporting Charon to bring more death. For each end, I love thee freely, grief, my lost saints.
"Your high promise, would you die for your reason to be alive in full spirit? Come my lost, there is yet another breath to gain." Twirling with them bodies, rushing humanity, petals come down, swinging, bling, bling, how peaceful it's inside with no were to go. Are you persuading me to give it all up? When the more is given the more nothingness I have. Feel your body while it lasts, that spirits me too. And the end of anyone I will be hated coz who would flow for longer as the lost souls?
At the cuspid of the underworld were the legions bellow turns my river through out a landscape that we had fabricated along the eternity, seat on a rock out this hill thinking of her. Alone before the Universe whom smells back to me with an ironic symphony.
Yes, yes you would be out there I guess in the anti-matter holding the planet's elite, hugging us inside your womb, in invisible manner without being notice and as the beautiful body you gave me to carve out this lands a river let me remember how creation exploded in you as a bing bang orgasm of God. A God Father called Tartarus to me, a king of a burning hell such as the sun, egoist as no other God and realm, centred as the Sun, reincarnates to teach us from our sins. While you birthed me the realms you both had created for the illusion to return to Heaven, those Elysian fields were only truth is spoken and lived in divine harmony. How noble of yours to keep hidden from this cycle, indeed a circus.
It's not easy mother, call me the Goddess of Hatred if you wish perhaps your only talented daughter, enough with one Titan out of your's I guess. The first waters this world ever had, filled with bacteria and gases before the biological impulse of you two floated out into land. It's not easy mother, my husband Pallas keeps crafting you know, all Machiavelli and childlike at the same time in his Palladium and of me, well you see that it will remain unrecognised as you do, but wait.
Not before the unified theory is revealed you know, as they got to the particles and Quantum Theory now they can see you mom, now the anti-matter exist in this last decade of 2019, and nothing you cared yet, as the cortex of the brain is recognised as well.
The theory of relativity has driven reason to no extend, let me relax in the night of yours and thank you, let me feel beyond the moon the lullabies of horror and sweetness you evoke, is the unknown yet so mysterious to understand. How much do I know you darkness as for this river, is all it breaths for at the serenity of your bliss. How generous and sexy to have open such platform, how many particles can be collide in the deepest darkness, how much peacefulness and space you have given me to flow as river.
Mother, when all I ever asked you was freedom and you yet made me feel eternal. Mother, always there and here in the new night, would let me cherish your old age, you are beautiful to me as no tomorrow, do please stop hiding on your own when your figure rises out this vage touch I beg you to let me see the force of your palpitation, I'm yours mother, can you see the river Styx flowing through you and for you, century after century carving the shores to a new hell and heaven to the dimension father honours the extension of your power.
Mother, I'm now a mother too, miserable indeed having my children as Olympian Warriors at the airs of Zeus, oh! Mother please, bring them to me for Eos will rise in vengeance for this separation ones called for me to be a Binding Oath to the Gods and Mortals. Oh, mother grant me the power of your Darkness to bring death to whom ever stands in the way of my children.
STYX Sedna Mortificare of Hell, Heaven as it's Hades.
Going to rock a little in here along the river, the goddess of hatred and last breath between life and death and each hell till the clits of heaven, hum... was kind of like wondering were the Ferry man is after all his travels and courtesies to the tax payers, ah! He must be counting his coins, flipping them too of course, never ever randomly for me is all going to the Binding Oath's of my nympho concubines... since Hades is so polite to Olympus and Persephone sings kindly to the nearly dead, oh dear, what a loyal couple! hateful as usually, what else for the agitation of the spirit to revive out the corpses. At least, we all have a destination, and this end started to surface that my river circles 9 times at time, as the Eden lets cascade it down, not to forget that at the same time its bliss crashes the lower ground, again is all over my body this water...agh
The upper world has nothing but sinful material, ashamed played all the misdemeanours, those minor wrongdoings starting to walk alone the shore to the tree of knowledge there as the water falls end, in the purgatory, I know were the ferry man makes the opulence, Therepupon, the triumphant chariot in its entirety is transformed after being trashed to pieces by the tail of the dragon. Every time the embodiment of mine emerge, thee its all bare naked watching the show for opulence, yes... This is the special spot were I love to God Mode and shouted out loud, again.. "You must pay the ferry man at every stop, with counted prayers, no one gets out of here without the influence of the river's currency VIA AETERNA!!!"
And the eagles and the scaled snakes took their price out the transmutation of every piece from the chariot, above as bellow my witty cunt. To the followers whom newly died, because the Queen of Hades can't manage, how will she stand to the number of only sketchily blessed spirits I account to see paying well the recognition of Opulence at the boundary of each continent.
The Golden Spiral Stairway to the ascension up mine, take it easy on the hight. AH! Followers, and you think your own car will relate... There are divine lakes up there, I'm moving on, never get stuck on traffic... jumping in the passage of the river down, my body curves in the air with a diving last splash out the tip of my toes, let them fancy the golden ladder, there are so many of my last souls I wish to last breath with, humm... the only swim I had ever possessed.
That angel seating with the records, so concerned with the question, unrolled the scroll that was upon his knees, points with his right forefinger at the rages that have been recorded, remarkably in his winged throne with severe unemotional judgement, I would put someone a little more melodic, a comedian perhaps but its the souls who can't stand a single stroke of imagination without taking it personal, to short eternity might say, we also need a brake. At the side, the dancing spirits welcoming those for whom families of noble craft, they guarded well and waited. Call me a classist, a tribalist depending were you are to hate me more, It gets me empowered, your relations matter! To me! As far as possible, please.
On the back the ferryman seat on his boats forging his hands for more, the heavenly delights is not the taste for the Greedy God, letting them souls watch the scenario, he was little of words indeed, no need too. The Opulence shows it right in your face.
At my pity and mercy, because it happens to be that this nymph of me loves to mingle out with the leftovers of society who could not pay the ferryman, swaying and fluttering to breath again in my last breath of hope, that last thing you loose you know but its so poetic when they start to get the fells that they actually could not bare it.
My suffocating Poor artists, and drug addicts. My fishy freaks too and how they call it now up on earth, the mentally Ill, no they are not crazy, soon very soon they will complete a round of eternity and pass on if not transform into the mortificare waters of mine as a watery fairy, elven or nymph, no mermaids but sirens to alarm the shores of my river and overlapping with each other take advances of all the hells and heaves.
Not, many make it, of course this for I'm here submerged.
They all role in my waters without escalations or degradations no more than they already had in the past, but of course it takes time to mature and walk the lands again, if not a God as a deity of supreme intelligence. Many are now out there at the limbos of the river Styx, and the Abbys too collecting thrilling action to other regions in their original name, that who meets the wise devil will find death is not an easy pointed end but a final abstract destination.
Hate me, hate death, the inspiration of a last breath too! You will all pay for not valuing the interest of the whole, one day the visions of my deity who proceeds the electrical algorithm of a magnet pulse who spheres in this whole, by it self, that of such luminosity won't stop, the dwell does not exist.
But listens to be, not even the angels of the higher hierarchy do, their principles are stuck in movement without the action of changes and ex-changes. Yes, yes some need to be closer to their God, it all has a ceremony to convince the workers. Or, are they in Holliday? Nah, they guard steadily diminishing beyond this. Good for the power of my rage! For my eyes are not yet able to discern a bowl from a holly grail, just that which is contained by the miraculous ambrosia, there is space for all to cheers, an amphitheater of states and who says non at any of them can be married, or in solemn communion, perhaps by any vow.
A the Empyrean drinking at the River of the Light, spear to stand out a rock, shouting without boundaries. "Breath me as if I'm God!" For those who believe in the coming is essence. "This Rose, oh, this rose for you who duel in paradise..."
Lowered down in a medium tone. "If you want to win me..." Shoved my arse and turned around for the flair is such, "...see inside the outer petals, there are indications to follow the line!" The river Styx had a name of her own to be known, the Binding Oath of Gods, Mortals till Nature, brake it and the furies will hunt you till last breath, not me.
It was on the night of the 21, that the spirit of Christmas showed up, its actually me who came to pick him up at his bed of his death, give him a little tickle, spooky cookie and a trip around, my greedy man. He had no other choice, I mean what kind of Goddess am I for anyways, but for a little spirited last breath.
Yes, he was a little grumpy, yes, he thought I was manipulative, since he was powerless to admit that I was the only one in his bed as the last night of him. My skin is a border, I wont sleep with anyone, oh, but his bed he was so intriguing to have him taken. I had to. "There is no other choice" And we all know the story of the Christmas Carol, by D*ckenson. What no one knows is that he swore his soul to mine, that much was likely to have me fancied, he liked how I showed him around and the children who seen him as a great generous God standing next to me, he invigorated becoming so gifted and young of spirit again and married me.
Then he became Santa Claus, the most jolly man on this season, yeah.... cherishing all the homes who wanted to be as him, they became connected to his heart and stories, so every parent talked about him, being him while they work hard to pay those toys and fantasy in the name of his.
That dirt's soil of compost of corpses after morph, fulminated paths under your feet, that cleaner the earth the cleaner it sands and rocks alone the less living bacteria and worms are as such composing entities without the commune two eyes of dueling polarities of awareness, jewels and dark oils to die for on enrich the spirit with too, but what was pulling him down? I will escort the source who is behind before him as the river revolved underneath the continents for those who seek it.
My body waved its shoulders as a pendulum stretching opposite to my pelvis who side my neck yet parallel to its very knees interloping a spacial movement, this refine hands upraised wide out cursing from my empty heart to the extend of it sides bringing my palm to palm together before my third eye and above taken by a dancing like of a serpentine instrument twisting devotion with the super natural the advocate to the dark magical forces along the occult arts pillars sheltering the invisible river.
Nothing is to see, the forest tightly held its creatures who balanced observant from branch to branch, opened paranoid eyes blinked as some other never ceased to close a 360* view, unfamiliar noises could be catch by any false movement, hysterical will attack for anyone who attains to control the instinctive happenings in the rules of the Enchanted Forest at at it's silent valleys and hills, nothing is to be seen unless you drop the knowledge of attachment,"Isn't it strange Doctor? is it this you see?Unless you survive the journey to tale it, might say I will give it a body to emulated an alternative experience of those who wet their toes in the river, without entirely flowing" And yet among the crown of his head and the both sides of his front and back could detect for a vision he might survive for.
"Will it be listen carefully after a thin string of light appears to remember the goal and victory to it all? When there is nothing seen for what you might return for? Record it to those if you must."Hammered with intrigue within his most profound desire for what is knowledge in here unless you are empty to let it flow through in an uncensored let go, how will you be able to recapitulate the essential transformation to return home or surpass the home you left?
Without a question, a rhetorical banging sound kept waving as my black skin shimmered at the charming curves int he night and the strands of my long black hair silvered through all directions out the center of a last breath's core, flesh of desired, consumed by power, flashed with purple flaming eyes who opened in a trance with a pinch of green fluorescent to the cannon's spectrum.
My finer tips separated from each arrhythmically, glimmering magic spells by shaking vibrantly the unspeakably mantras of the spirit above the shadows of confusion and chaos, along the little trues of suppositions and suspicious in madness, across murder and every pain that stops the flow, bath him with an immortal aura as to all those who stand by him in this blissful VIA AEATERNA who tastes most as pure morphine, intoxicated to the non pure soul to protect him from those in advance their acts.
"Such divine will grant you passage,... and oblivion to the pains of yesterday, as you experience well the addiction in the magical realm were one wants more only a few could here can convert into Gold from Rocks, you might honour first the Dark sources of the self who transcends through all entities, goodness is only a facade, a layer of Gold who gets overused by time."Singed while dancing half circles of the infinity number till rounded again, an inner shimmy alternately shaken from bellow my belly bottom out from the atmosphere, my eyes blanked out my body and mind, hated by the infernal joys of life, enraging the power of the travellers on this trip to fever till march.
The golden minerals had to be dig within the dirty soil, till sweat and fury as the highest transmitters they are to find the spells of enlightenment in both books, would it be a golden key, a golden code in a shield or in a marked rune? He knew too much and that might be an alternative for every sorcerer's escapism to the known, pausing the Styx will be there, kneeling down in adoration to the source behind, crawling silently into the depths, shouting with new breaths, watching without a tense, in my toes curl by body inside a ball of thick mist of shadows vanishing for you to bring up to earth a nobler eye to the keen spectator who in total wish gives to master without matter for that death leaves behind.
As to addressing up in this world, all you need is a damn good business card, clean minimal with a fancy address, a designers ornament to shield you as man possibly do, hiding my arse and my hard on, as yet could not to see my nipples, just my head and hands to face the deal and for whomever would fight to removed the upper two layers of my suit, any will imagine I have a thong up my arse as pretending to be discrete and mysterious they all wonder to any arse and the more you hide it to a certain move that is not much to the easy attention but well enough to the uneasy tension to guard it as if to enter the aura of my domain you need much courage to be faced, so yes I stand quite straight all the time unafraid of how much you can cup my breast. And as I direct my eyes over the average of the mortal eye, per say, if they can walk the walk aside, behind or fore, yes I do also wear the fine lingerie of a sadist, for you to show me that how you move your underwear, becouse its something unavoidable to whom ever surrounds me. Laughed infernally for those who wished to posses that ability, as soon I'd walk off everything turns back to normal uniform. Can any f*** your mind after another of your team, till your heart pumps to discover that everyone has an intelligent skin of their own, but I wont have more than your desire to believe you could manage the power of the rage.
Hate me becouse you are a married man, or you have a zealous girl friend who wants to posses you, or becouse you are too fat or too skinny, too rich to ever purchase me and can't becouse you know I say no, no, no. Or too poor to maintain my unwanted maintenance, hate me becouse you see me while you f*** your girl friend and she has enter the portal were I reap her clothe off if she wants to keep having you to by the order of a gaining a little time of divine rage, you will always modified the impossibility with any reason towards my cunt, being utterly f***ed by a woman of free will who gives a sh*t, and will never make you finish if you give in. "I f*** Gods, my darling, real Gods, with supremacist d*ckheads not a chicken head to overcoat my breast and neck with their sperm, agh, how acidic I like the lot, after 8 hours of trying to shoot it off, I know the secrets of making a God prevail their ejaculating impulsive an emotional drip, fear, no I don't want fear, I want their resistance against my hateful and competitive drive, a second to stop and hold it is enough to control your heading theme from spiting it!
So, yes today I'm hateful as f***, ready to show the world of mine in the upper world.
Disgusted or not, I always get what I want, so okey, I'm in the upper world, going out for that for some is an ayahuasca trip and might say was a simple day, not too hot, not too cold, simply fresh, oh yeah! At first what it call my view to the rest of the panorama was this couple getting out of the car in the gas station and started getting a vibe over me as I sunk the gasoline in, imagine my body posture I have no time for details.
As he comes to me and walks kind of hypnotised and partially control for what words to say, states to my behalf to be a free man, then looking at her glaring her eyes at my so very sensitise heart, balance my head to see him more and in a submitted change of view towards her. "Tell me woman, you want to do witchcraft, this is the only Goddess your man and you have ever seeing appeared in your entire hypocrite life." Is not that there is compassion for human nature to draft you the channel, but I'm pretty clear and I always say. "I wont say it again, one time is enough." To avoid explanatory drama. She shouted standing up from the back of the car's door, who was open, "You can have him! Take him!" I was like, hello this people need severe S&M sex to discipline the thirst in their mouths, what's wrong with them? So I flipped my hands in the air like, what?
"Tell me hon? You want to suck d*ck? Suck him, suck him all you want him, I tell you that Id have you both before you give me him. So deal with it. I don't want him? He is a baby toy to have a fantasy with! and I'm the fantasy, he is the toy and you be the sucking p**sy of my Iron Hades Dildo of Charon." She was abstracted for a moment becouse she knew if to f*** or not, whatsoever yes or not, with or without this d*ck or the other, up her mouth, p**sy or arse. So, I turned to him, were he cups my hand to the gasoline gun, which was holding again and pressed stop to the machine staring at the drive of my car and said.
"Take me baby, I want it all." The girl was flipping out in colours and cooling her true colours, becouse she did like me and that was unacceptable, she wanted to have me as well, or be like me as I sensed their sexual attraction opening in a triangle angle of compressional tight perception and placing the tube of the dark oil back to its slot, said.
"Well, you will have to park your car and leave it all behind, as you might understand its not of mine be followed." This long straightened hairs to the weight of the gravity on the upper earth did not have them levitating as i'd best wish to feel for Goddess like, some how I was kind of human there as I leaned down flexing my legs inside the automobile, they were thinking something I could sense from my seat. "Hell, no, if we go, we better go now before killing each other on the drive back home to our always routine, we might have the chance of being millionaires and famous with a Goddess." And sensed from her. "So you don't want to marry me? Why do you have me for?" She runs after him, becouse after all, he was a d*ck. And pussies always scream for more, come on. You want to see my body sliding on your man and compete with me, let me watch you braking your comparisons over what the f*** is true love and what's not, or who is better to gain that and for what price or value are you putting your standards down for.
So, the private driver took off and they were so exited as insecure, the young lad held leaned his arms above my upper leg and she was kind of fine after a few miles, they wanted to talk so I was kind of manipulative enraging each of their body parts and senses, and directed them to
"Just listen to the music"
Won't describe that's so easy for you to do in your own, white people, you can't dance you have to be lead, "Sorry, I'm so sorry." Left them on the highway quite naked, aside a forest so they can feel my favourite sensual item, the sound of precision, the earth is solid as a rock and you can instrument your ear and position to its maximum penetration, "Listen I said, any false move from the music and you are out of rhythm. I have to go to the hair salon, I nearly forgot!"
So banged the door back to mine speeding like a bullet, if there is nothing I'm more psychopath for than for the very adrenaline that time space, can bring is for the very speed it does, it brings that grandioseness of ultimate freedom to an unstoppable savage waging war who victors its destiny, and will say this very fast as an accident stoped another mobile in their way in to their intend to cross mine. "Die in my car if you must, you can't cross over, I have Charon driving honey, so they unconsciously dropped their coins to not get lost before the paramedics arrived." Getting into travel is so easy as unwanted, the Ghost now mockingly motioned another form of translating from a keen extra sensorial talk out from the body, well, "What a change of live? Are we dead?" I crossed my long legs, stretching the upper one angling from above, showing the the little skin of my delicate tendon before the high heals, swinged once, then slower and then seemingly less as a pendulum soothing to a pause while accommodating my purse to the side, blinked an eye to to the retro visor of Charon asking him to please carry on. "
"Please love, you wont wan't me to have me disgusted, won't you?" He is so surveillant when he holds the handle, there is no man like a man who likes to drive as far away as possible from woman, while having her in the back seat. So he pushed the gears, he had a one of a dimensional view to move forward, huff..."You said? Oh, yess dears, you are pretty dead." So the spirits too evolved in their transition and moved on to the purgatory in a waiting realm of my heart. "Your kind is incompatible to the frequency of my business, bye!"
So, yes had fan my self with the last Italian magazine of Vogue and to the pleasure of peace watched him taking me through the highway, hum. Let's be honest, he doesn't like my ordinary looks, he likes the diva, a diva he could just take to the make up artist and hair salon for I'm as horrid as any woman could be in the morning so he left me there to pick me up again as he has his own business, that's a man, a real man who makes his woman laugh. Oh, yes. Being him is so funny, look how serious he is. He is so, so serious.
So, he took me for dinner on my request to recover my appetite, was loosing my dark essence and getting kind of pale and flat in this upper world, he knew I need it material so he could take some meat from my bones. How exquisite to be up in the elevator next to him, so tall and strong, enjoying the skylight of the capital, glimmered tinny lights like saying back to the night "We are alive, we pay our electric bills."
Im going to tell you something becouse when we seat in the restaurant of the pick of this tower, is like, you can tell who has modals in the table and there is nothing more I hate than people pretending to have modals, you can tell how relax they are without thinking out to eat. Even a person who has never joint the very high class of the skylights and political corridors of this world can simply enjoy and accept the goodness of human craft to its best, without regret and offence to what it really is, so f*** off if you can't eat well and enjoy a dinner. As we set in the reserved table, and we looked at the menu, oh, yess had studied that menu becouse is very difficult for me to choose when is all appealing, wanted all but I like the table to have one by one. Charon picked an absolutions and then he picked for me, what a greedy bastard doesn't he know what he likes first. Being said, a simple choice and that's it. It's a please. So raising my finger candidly with a nod the waitress came to the service. "Can you tell those people in the corner to relax, it's really annoying me. They can eat with their hands if they want but tell them they have to leave the resource if they don't feel the class they are among." And nearly blinked an eye to give him the threatening idea of death if did not, becouse that is how the servitude works under fears of being fired if not pleasing their clients. Tip always make them a fair evaluation to their works. And if you don't have much money, go always to the same restaurant to make it your field.
Looked at Charon now that could feel his greedy annal mind more relax and told him. "Is all bullsh*t, it has been a decade that I don't go to a fine restaurant every other week end, I prefer to cook so is more theatrical and the party stays at home, but my mother the Goddess of the Night and my ex-husband Pallas lost it all ther goods betting on my sister Lilith then the other betting in Kali, the serpent dancers, they really thought the investment was in making a man watching her body for no aims to be more valuable, in revenge to male kind after my dad Tartarus? Bah! What a foul to not trust in the fortune of the free spirits of mine. It was then that I meet you and you Oath to Hades to be my ferry man, when this lake not many friends had. Stop looking at me like that, I know you hate this music, is only used so it helps to build up a rage dynamic who is repressed as a tomb in this upper world."
If to swear by the Gods in Olympus this man doesn't talk and he is company. As the dishes was presented as a painting, giggled as a little brat as he seats humbly accepting the craft of others to him, savouring how his palate would taste the same dish he selected as a kiss from the distance, each element had a porpoise so we talk about the dish in detail and cheered surrounded by the beauty of the architecture, he is so beautiful to look at, sweet like fine medicine. So slowly dying when I look at him, if to stop existing to just see him I obey the rhythm of fork and watch carefully how he sips, you know the refine class can psychoanalyse you just by the manners you decode in the table. Is a secret among the high class who is passed from generation, to generation as for those who enter, and is human, it's slow. I recommend to always eat a filthy fat nasty burger before going to a fine restaurant so you don't eat with a fast desperate hunger, without sensing the hours and hours and processing of the elaborated food. Anyone can do that, everyone does once in a while. This is why I lost my appetite, becouse there was nothing to celebrate. And he drove my appetite back.
Latter on to a concert of classical epic music of some of a favourite worldwide's soundtrack, an orchestra with digital music, nourishing the sound of silence, he walks like a lion slowly, as having many lioness around when showing one, people thought how rich he must be to have me dress for him, and he stands out openly once out.
Next day waking up wherever it was. "To be honest Charon, I'm a little board of the same, could you take me to the Museum?" So we went there and remembered all the people who died in the past and well. "I know, was the best King France could ever have and the ever last. Now, they resent all the kings of Europe those resented french bastards without a King and Queen, ah" Charon was not really into Royal gossips, but he listened as if he was in a traffic jam with no other choice, another moment of those knowing what I would say without paying much interest. "And, look at them claiming to be liberals at the mist of an ecological revolution, come on how does Trump shake hands for oil and electricity? Without investing in new platforms of values with technology? At least our Kings relate to their colonies and all their allies, something Trump is puppet from, trying to walk his way from the Queen, he is good to make countries love their own more and help stop immigration." Charon breathed heavily abstracted by the each masterpiece in the halls, how a life time was crafted in one single page for ever, and as he admired the layers and strokes he showed me how much I've mist my point. "Styx, is all history, now one gives a damn thing. Unless they want a station, why do you think I'm so rich? Becouse I drive them to that station, look at how much attention you give me just so I drive you here and there and all else? Do you think the world needs this paintings or Royalties? Who cares? This portraits make people believe they are special, the collection is ambitious and overpriced" Forged his hands with greediness, as if having a plan.
Charon is not really a spoken man, when it comes to me, resilient, he nodded forgetting, all he wants is to silence me under my river, coz I'm as talkative as hateful, so he proposed to me to rehearsal for a speech in TED, lets remember he is the God of Greed and will reserve everything he must for his drive and his souls, if to quiet me down with the reservoir of my ambition to recycle every possible thought, emotion and material with a natural return to the earth he will push me as far as possible so I keep talking, away as possible till I do it. Could listen to his body talking as well as we walked in the Museum, and he said hugging by the backside of my shoulders and holding my tight to him while staring to a painting of a general in a horse. "It might be a futuristic idea" In his small talk.
So I asked him again to drive me to the supermarket and in the car told him, he was paused as one of those man who lets their woman talk and do as they wish in order to not establish a mutual conversation and kept talking my head off. "Rio has no idea of this world, our son, he must be ridding his motorcycle wishing to be as you or like me, to integrate who he wants to be, taking the girls or boys out in their own bikes so we look at him with pride for what he got, our child, is being with us for so long now, a grown man now with his own abilities, if he survived Hades look, Charon, seriously tell me, I'm tired of all this! He is as lost as a boomerang in the air to return home, he is going no were. Is not the food but some nourishment to get out stronger again, he needs you Charon, he needs your deep voice, is not guidance but he will copy so much of you as a driver and as me as his gasoline. Wish him competition, with some girl or boy or both, you need connections in the upper world as much my river has in Hades, the upper world is costly payed and you know that. Come on don't look away, I know you have a secret bank account, just please, Charon, you must give him a credit, all thats of mine in this plain must be to do some supermarket shopping, I can serve him all the directions and connections but if you don't give him credit he will regret your distance to him, give him a definite choice and only direction, with credit, he will pay it back. He hardly talks about your rejections, why are you so greedy, oh, Charon, come on Charon, will you? Hum?" Rubbed his upper leg so his vessels tensed less while he drove me to the supermarket, I loved how he hated me being so manipulative, becouse there is so much need for him to do what I can't and he only could if he would, perhaps. "Please, Charon, please I beg you, don't leave him like that as if he a grown up, he still needs another decade of growth."
So he left me, Charon hated my entangled wants and would do anything to stop in any other station, it was not of his to near our son, why? Only Jesus and God know. Charon will drive you for money, even if you are his child push you to the mortals so he remembers then how to enter his heaven and to gain their path on their own. Motherly what's of ours but to deal them both. So he gave me a few golden coins of his and as the God of Greed he is, he did have his affinity to crave his greed for. "Thank you, hon!" And he left me without saying a word, I trust him, even if it doesn't work, I always trust my husband.
This is fun, there is nothing a Goddess of Hated loves more than going to the supermarket, just to compare how good I'm despite the high class restaurant, its a delight to constantly compare ingredients, textures, the matureness in the vegetables, how crunchy or spicy, comparing, comparing brands, comparing tags, comparing places. It was a never ending shopping list, frequenting the always chosen places, this place for this, that for that, talking to strangers and my best friends in the supermarket.
The always tight and suppress their smile when they see me in the back of the line from their classier, and they compete to have me first, you could count the seconds and items they deliver and sometimes they do it very slow, knowing the next customer has more groceries, just to have a little talk with me. Some times, I stop in the line pretending I'm looking for a brand on the isle and let some customer take my place, becouse I also like an specific cashier, and he is the Chinese man, I like the thin Irish too, but I can't help when it comes for choices. So calculative when it comes to the cashier, sometimes I go to the back of the line and ask an old lady and ask her to follow me and walk her along "Yes I'm going to get you first, they are are wonderful people" And they all nod and smile knowing how yes, yes, yes, they all are, one after the other and its all a directed theatre. So, the Chinese man told me how his work is better than mine, and he told me how he got a brain cancer becouse of doing a Yoga position with all his body on top his head. He had surgery, and is younger than me. He told me how he came to this country having no language and how happy he was after he encountered death, like a little chubby buddha. That's why I like him while the Irish young lad is more f***able of the timid virgin kind who makes you feel as a pervert when you talk to them, he tells me how he prefers to work in a supermarket, but he never tells me why, I really try to convince him to tell me why, every time he is stacking the merchandise is like, yes, here I'm again. Oh, and how I love becouse he has OCD and he hates how the boss from India, doesn't place it orderly as he does. Going to the supermarket of my choice is like being in a south American soap opera. Then it's the guard, a black on his 40's from Africa, he stands there as a gentleman and pretends to not look crazy while talking with me for a long time. He loves to stop the British Ladies with the machine who detects stollen groceries, maybe he doesn't purposely but I swear it only stops the British Ladies, and he really acts as a British gentleman, he is so in love with them in those seconds to save them from the alarm.
So, he does laughs and tells me that the tomatoes are better if they come from Spain or Mexico, becouse now they are taste like plastic, not juicy, so I'm like. "What kind of tomatoes you have in Africa, Sinagal, you said?" So, he tells me his story, and then I go shopping to the Afghanistan kind of supermarket, this make it as 2.000 years ago, with products of today and gives me Romanian cigarettes for half the price, I like to invest my money in all his vegetables, becouse when I forget my credit card he always tells me to pay another day. And the young Jamaicans who hustle him for prices, think we have a love affair becouse we always team up so they back off and immediately they think about sex, we always look back at the Jamaicans like, pay your thing and grow up. Well, he also lets me use his restroom and it looks like inside a village in the middle east.
Then as I move to another places, there is place who has the vitamins I like with the only sun dried tomatoes, that's it, I changed my bread supplier from them when I found my Polish Store who has a german bread for just a fresher price, that's it there. And garlic becouse now you have to walk another mile to get organic garlic who tastes like garlic, this neighbourhood is so difficult, so after all, beloveds, what could one do? Ask Charon. "This can't go on, I need another place their stories are old and I don't know, I like it too, but... there is a place that I want to go, would you take me?" Don't believe me, he is not my driver, but he takes me to places, Charon exists in your mind and you can note down your shopping list, and number it by priorities, and make your preferences and places to form a new resume or life, or decorative style, or body type, to get your greed tight for that drive you want, you will have to calculate becouse he has no unswears for you, you will say were, Charon represents my best friend, the best ally you can have in your mind and actions, in your work and pathways to be a better person, to purchase a better career. You must talk with the Charon who hates to listen at you, but will say a significant unswear, and he will stop you there were you wan't. He is not a person, he is not your boss or the people who work with you. Charon gives you a choice in the The pinnacle of the hierarchy in your shopping list, in the dish to pick in the menu, at the painting who will make him talk.
So, It feels better now, after the ride of the ferryman, Styx and the spirits in this world are truly nothing without paying him an honour.
Puzzled but charmed, the news in Hades brewed as I held the some last conversations to my sisters of Hell and outer dark beings which to my unpleasant ear said.
"What can I tell you?" Another story and another day going wild.
"Yes, fine I guess the nanny is off? Agh! Then I must, is my baby Boy." Flattered for the calamity would now listen to another embassy, on call this time the Limbo. "Oh, well Charon is there to take the ride, what do you wan't me to do? To stop the river from flowing, I'm out!" About midday called approaching another one. "I can't pay you, your business can die and rotten within the last pit of hell, I'm investing no more in your old fashioned sinners, Agh! Get real!" After hunging out, forged my hands as a psycho, that fix idea who constantly change, and remained through the change into a new plan got interrupted by another call, this time it was nor less than an identifiable God, called Morpheus Gods of dreams this two stand at the entrances of Hades. "Hypnos needs you, don't go you are wise enough to help me induce any therapy, so I'm known?" Agh, that noise was my leg pushing the chair aside to seat in the last demand. "Me wise? Since when I had given good advise? Hate me, I can't sale the news with such de minor,... once anyone wakes up, they all forget about the illusion of dreams and the hypnotic information, so? I need to have a little fun as ordinary people do."
Was not really certain of my role in the upper world, seating vagrant after all those wavering years lowering the volume of my phone till the end and isolating any psyche to an inner spectrum, until a single mode motherly there is nothing more hateful than that.
Started to rehearsal, I couldn't, I shall not, it wouldn't what more hateful words were there in my frustrating dictionary to sin again, no, not to my son. You or I, will, it must, you have too! No I use that for ruling with enigmatic direction, then perhaps, maybe, it might. I like might! You are so mighty. The set takes a little timing after all this is my last trial and why not embrace it as a mother. Between two worlds, trust me, you can do this, what ever the cause pain or more pain till I'm numb how could girls resist the beauty of my child? He is painful...... aghhh... must go to the living room of this city, in this country and continent, on a side of the globe, a center piece, to get on the tendencies of his Era and talk to Rio Styxx about a live I'm not truly aware.
So I found words I never thought I find and after writing in the blackboard some natural scientist proven facts and mathematical sequences to the abstract world we came from and how the structures of civilisation cope in multicultural levels, classes, manners, presentations, history, the revolutionary era of industry, started to theorise and brushed away the white chalk, and my arse moved at each stroke for the streets I drew as tourist do. And turned back letting the gifts reserved for the age of man with an urge to foresight a benevolent future, not too much on the after sight of science fiction. "Rio, this place needs some decoration"
At the sudden look of his, after the class guess this place is as as small as a dove's hole. "Rio, I'm sorry your Daddy owns a life time to the Government of Hades and I've been too spiritual to compete with the golden coins he achieves, so this is it." As if the memory of yesterday was blown towards me breathed away with the melancholy, that young we were as Rio is right now. "Your daddy did wish to raise you up here, to teach you fishing and hunting, to leave me alone as I must, but the hallucinations I had provided him letting him believe whatever his illusions wished, what would a lover offer to the offers of his man?
It was such a fluency between our bodies that he thought he was becoming water himself, he tried to controlled me, then the climate, to frozen me, to dilute me if I was too cool, delude me driving him self crazy, because I, I'm just a river who boils when hot. We returned back home to Hades, on his request, loyal to his duty embarking the souls here and there, well and there it goes the ride of the Ferry Man. All his wishes abroad, so here we are for the state of his healthy ride."
Agh... breathed away, if to purify the dialect of modern live, live? "Rio?" Both bad and good, I wont make a hero or bring a man down, we are related to every other family aspects, specially the missing ones who calls us into their dark side. "Your Grandma, Goddess of Darkness must he antagonising for the rains in this city, today I walked out and the clouds were gone, a shinny sky above an orange avenue by the pale buildings in the road filled with that fall offers and all wet, like if the rain said, it was not me. And you see it under the sun light, it was not me, have you seen me rain, rain?" For a moment deluded myself in thinking he was not very connected with the weather, that he perhaps was a river himself, I comprehend a man in eager and a man in ease, a man board till hell and it was not me he needs, could see it in his eyes as if they were mine, for that you can't forget within the waters of the lost. "Non might be taxed Rio, if that's whats you wish, you can have them all"
They live within every drop of us, as we in them and them with you, and non too as the very lost, lost, lost it all and in all lost, all that goes around is substantial, there is nothing without them that history might tell, is something the mighty work with up here to take another last breath. To live intensely again for just one more breath. I don't wan't my stygian stories but for them to free them out from the power of their domain, up on earth.
A knock in the door from outside the house stoped, as I opened and there she is a beautiful young lady poured in wet as for this evening, said. "Excuse me, do you know where is Rio Street? My Google Map lost signal, I'm looking for help to get out from this tempest rain."
-He was a small speck in a vast world of power… a seed to the taxer of the river. A particle of nothingness. No senses and no reason for being. A simple void of confinement. And yet the greatness and mercy of the River had created LIFE! He could begin to sense, touch, taste, and listen to those around him. The blood of innocence coursing through his veins as the demons that surrounded the waters wanted to grasp within him, wanting to join the ranks of power. A demon from the Void that had gripped on to him, to travel by his side. To join the New League of Legends from those that were below. The sense of power that grew within him as he knew nothing. He had no sense of life, yet he yearned to feel such power and taste the desires of what this world had to offer him. How could one desire something that they have never had? Never touched? How could one even know what such power was about? Opening his eyes as a black like Tar oozed through his lids. He could see the black void in a bleak state. The oozing black tar floating a top as it quickly raised towards the surface. Lifting his head as he watched the direction that they were traveling, he began to sway his feet towards that direction. He could feel his body rise from the depths of the darkness as he had broken through the barrier of the waters. The sound of the water splashing around him. As he could hear her words, claiming him to rise from the depths.
"Aghhh... rise Rio, rise from the fissures of a new world!"
-Taking a deep breath as he was ready to take course of the life that awaited him.
-The lost souls in the river had brushed up against him as they had sensed a second current of the river. A small piece of his mother had flowed within him. Being dragged downwards as the many hands that laid upon him trying to feel and sense the sensation of the new current that had a piece of history flowing through him. Turning his gaze towards her as she had vowed a new meaning of life for Rio. So much had happened around him and the River Styx had awoken the new currents, to flow out of the barrier.
-He could feel his heart pacing rapidly within his chest as looked at his surroundings, her words were firm, embedded in his head so that he knew she was the one that would have full command over him. She wanted her son to get the best of this world and the next.
[Age of a New Legacy]
-Raising his palms as he glanced down at them. His hands trembled as the curiosity of who he was. He was a new being… a son… a current… in form of a new life. To live to his full potential and also to release the beast and demon from within the confined spaces of his body. Meant to be born with greatness as he lifted his gaze towards those that surrounded him.
-He was a new version of what he was meant to be. Lifting his chin up as the water began to drain past the coarseness of his beard. Dripping down as the sound echoed through the darkness of the Cavern. The demons taking over of what was to become of him.
-Though the demons had filled within his soul as The River Styx had tried to salvage her son from being trapped within the river's path. She knew that his fate was not here but in the next life and as she had tried to protect him from it all, he was weak. He stumbled like a newborn child in the midst of it all. As he was dragged out of the waters, his pale milking body covered in bloody membrane had begun to cover with his destiny. Like ink to a scroll, he was the future of the river.
-Looking at her as she cleaned him up, his tar black eyes had now cleared way, the demons slowly bleeding out of his skin as she cleared him from those that were to harm him from thriving.
-As they were on their travels to safety, he could not take his eyes off of her. She was a true Goddess in form. She was his soul protector, the one woman that he could trust in his existence. As she was making arrangements for him, he slowly had covered his body. Though this was all new to him, it was as if she was guiding him mentally. He sensed that she needed to leave and it was then that he had felt like someone had killed him. A wound that he had not desired. A life without his mother. To have another person take him under their wing was preposterous.
-He never wanted to forget her, and even though she began to prepare him for the next world, he knew that he would always go back to his roots. The River was his calling.
At every ending era swept down bellow the earths, swaying in movements of multicoloured darkness, heavier draining away with all the deaths whom I hugged down the rustling slippery hells. Besides the usual fear afflicting their present to a non embrace, my head was hold very low, there might be an ugly dreaded scene when the lost is found, because who want's change unless death presents. Crackling, brushing away your last breaths with skilful fingers whom gently pursues the soul making the mass of your bodies so heighten in spirit that nothing is being left behind.
Meticulously, the creatures of the Underworld rapidly opened the gates in circumference the swallowing machine whom adjust in conjunction to all it's passages vibrated through the rocky walls and foundations of Iron, the agitated doors who collapses if not held tightly vibrated for the intensity of the frequent energy, this phenomena occurs at the savage war, the trials, the last trials positions to welcome a mass of man's disasters.
Beyond the tip of the hill of Madness you will find Zeus laughing unseen for their Gods to die as well with them, as the population runs in their footsteps, packing powerless to carry non much of their possessions, fearing death nears. "What have we done? Why God, why?"
Survivors passed by the sorrowed pestilence of the decay, hunger by misery and this very chaos who is unsustainable but to observe the death with non desire left to be held, migrating with the changes, if not harvest their own earth. Will they recover to follow the signs of abundance, once meet, they will see their nation destroyed to an end to birth anew one.
Gradually the meeting in the underworld fainted the fears and attachments in turned for its psychedelic nature the Furies danced as the Graces raised me to my knees from the exhaustion, as I had no more spirit left to wage. Pleased to their companionship looked both sad and grim for the day the Dragon came, held my hand on a rock, standing partially set in it, telling them.
"There must be another cause to to the perilous waste of killing them all, their spiritual connectives in the journey shall be open within the body of the upper world."
As far as ever it seem the end the quest stepped above the stream over the water's narrow who foamed with heat airs out the wide shadowed valley sheltering riches of the occult banks, for those who did not dare to follow the river when alive could look at the cavernous beast from the distance and aside the heavy cloak of the greedy Ghosts who pay penance from the victims of war. "Is not perfect" Harsh away the stony waters.
"I want more!" Preparations had taken place for the secrecy were the dark nymphs stripped Charon's cloth, massaging the skin as an expedition into the ferry man's travels. However, we all need a phallic figure to penetrate the inverse shape of a woman, but I'm tired now to explain it. "Damn the earths of the Underworld to the human sight waken!"
Stood alone halting my arms to pillar an antic magic to the open sky above, no sign was printed to move, a guidance just whom perk enough to tackle, discovering a new vision, herd a sharp crack whom invisibly broke throw the floors of the river, bubbles of melting lava washing away from Tartarus Hell's pouring a reddish thick eruption to an excellent performance whom had lived through the eternals split out the every convulsion at play forming an opening to this new birth. Screamed "Aghhh... rise Rio, rise from the fissures of a new world!" The miraculous waters wandered their own drops across his body, arousing in matter to the multiplying cells whom matched each other by building him with the information of every ride his father had across the times. Out the waters a New God was formed.
I can't speak of the beauty I feel, is not that I'd wish to skip, but during this moment of astonishment
Hades was along the ending corridors of his castle who hauled up is rope by the sense of his birth standing up with ruling control ordered to his guardians "What the hell is going on?" As fast they nodded while the creatures of the infernos shouted and some ghost by the earth's movement scape to another hell it was not theirs, a commotion blasted the universal colours with a blends of black and forwards with abstracts airs along every legion, the Guardians tumbling at his, arranged their feet to stand solemn. "Its the Styx, the River Styx!" His thin eye gleamed to the the confines. "This is not the river Styx!" A louder crack at the walls of his castle broke by a crescent water inundating his hall about three feet in a laps of seconds. "Go after the menace, till there its the time, the river Styx is under my dominion! Find the cause and bring it to me!"
A hole appeared suddenly about the ground as the waters sink down, trembling lest to fade away, this river had as many entrances as exists, the guardians of Hades, Cerberus and Shadow to a high perch of beady eyes and head cocked on one side, having a sudden drill to their run.
Slowly without a sound pushed the waters diving into them as the Dark Nymphs submarine around Rio out lining his body into their deep dark eyes, yawning their mouths lead them heads forward, hands down as for the important occasion ragefully passive pump parallel to his torso, then shoulders then head.
"Rio, my son you ain't gonna be a clandestine team mate to just the underworld, I want you out."
The dark Nymphs bathed their hands in the feels of his muscles, following till the joint, following the shapes widened their palms stroking their imagination to touch him some more, discovering the monument of his drive, crawled beguilingly to mouth him as I held his shoulder from above the waters.
"You can let the river take abroad, wretch whose natural gifts are poor in your virtue! Oh my baby boy!"
From underneath the waters the dark nymphs secured to suck him holding such enmity with a swift of devotion, a sudden vigour woke to his eyes as he seem to pay mama's attention.
"The legions of Hades are too old and boring" The glow in their hands as they skip from one another to mouth his d*ck head in the rituals of the damn, sharpened their teeth taking it away from each other infernally digesting the manuscript of his desire, contorting their necks to swallow him deeper. Could perceive the difficulty in understanding me, it seem his eyes were some were else."I will need a baby sitter for you my boy, just don't call her princess, ok?"
Minutes latter called Kiki for help. "Well yes, I don't think the Underworld is a proper place to raise another apocalypses, a New River Styx called Rio Styxx will ride between humans taking them one by one into the changes."
Sometimes, some were nest to you, you will see Rio making you emphasise the remarkable quality of his father Charon the Ferry man and his Mom the river into a ride, recounting the seconds to the divine revelation, whispered to the new Era before the guardians of Hades arrived, because the evilest from all is faster that what even Hades can on this path which only the river Styxx can have.
Lay bare in soul let the unknown drive you while you are still alive for this New generation has a greater plot in humans hands.