Once Upon a Time in a Timeless State of Mind…

In the Underworld below was a Hero named Skully. With his body of bones, he sits in the posture of the Lotus flower besides a snake named Savior. 

Savior the Snake: Only 3 more, Skully.

Skully the Skeleton: What is 3 more? What is 300 more? I have been making flowers bloom since my arrival here, Savior.

Savior: You don’t want out?

Skully: I want to make the Hell’s rise. Resurrect the beings up and bloom them like bouquets – all of them. But I am afraid that it is a never-ending task. You say that I have 3 more dandelions to bloom, and so I do hope that these next 3 souls will be worthy enough to become but a flower on the Earth’s Plane again.

Savior: Do you remember what you achieve of it, Skully?

Skully: I do, Savior. Birth as a Human.

Dead Hero.

Savior: It would be nice to see the sky again, Skully, would it not be?

Skully: I wish I were able to recall what the vastness of the sky was like, Savior. How do you yearn for something that flees the thoughts?

Savior: It is embedded inside of you, Skully. Every picture, every thought, every memory, every moment, is in you. The quandary is recalling it.

Skully: Such a scanty thing this Memory is, is it not? A divine and perfect invention that is monumentally flawed.

Savior: Let us not forget Divine, Skully.

Skully: (stands) So where to, Savior? Let us seek salvation so that we may espy the sky.

Savior: Trail my tail if you want to prevail.

Savior slides and Skully tails.

Skully: There is a desert in the Underworld, Savior?

Savior: There is a desert in the Underworld, Skully. Stripped of the sun and the deep blue sky.

Skully: It is blue, the sky? I had been imagining purple.

At this oddity of an edgy instant, some sand rises from the underground and morphs into a being known as the Sandman.

Sandman: Fe Fi Fo Fum, I smell the bones of dead person.

Skully: Look at you, Sandman. You would not share a grain of sand on the earth, even if your life had been dependent upon it. And now, Sandman, I can steal your sand whenever I please.

Sandman: You would not.

Skully swipes a hill of sand from Sandman’s left eye and puts the mound on Saviors back.

Sandman: THIEF!

Skully: Look at you, you are in misery and on the attack against a brick wall. Do you not know The Law: that to give is to give yourself energy as well? Do you not know The Law: that to be generous is to attain love in your own heart? Share with me your sand, Sandman.

Sandman: I will not.

Skully: Share with me your sand, as you have no choice but to give love and attain it.

Sandman: (takes breath) I will share.

 With quickness like a roadrunner and slickness like a fox, Skully scurries and spins and turns and creates a pristine Palace of sand around the Sandman.

Sandman: I have given, I have received, I have understanding.

Skully: The Law.

Sandman deteriorates into a pile onto the desert ground, and sprouts up as a Dandelion onto the Earth’s Plane.

Skully: Where to, Savior? Let us seek salvation so that we may espy the sky.

Savior: Trail my tail if you want to prevail.

Savior slides and Skully tails.

Skully: There is snowfall in the fiery Hells, Savior?

Savior: Keep your eye peeled for the tricky opposites, Skully. To be frozen and to be burned are one and the same.

Skully: Indeed, they are both Hells.

At this oddity of an edgy instant, some snow rises from the underground and morphs into a being known as the Snowman.

Snowman: Fe Fi Fo Fum, I smell the bones of dead person.

Skully: Look at you, you could not keep a promise for 3 out of the 4 seasons of the year, and so you are stuck like a slave in 1.

Skully punches a hole where the Snowman’s heart is and holds onto the snowball.

Skully: How do you feel?

Snowman: Heavenless. Please promise me you will give me my heart back.

Skully: Promise you? The destroyer of trust? Aught I really to surrender a promise to a breaker of promises?

Snowman: I promise that if you make this promise, I will never break a promise again.

Skully: You are a Snowman who cries wolf. I am leaving with your heart.

Snowman: Oh, please do not do that!

Skully: Why clutch onto something that melts away 3 out of 4 seasons?

Snowman: For you must listen. I have not been without my heart for as far as I can count, and I now realize that my heart is the only part of me that is not down here, but in the heavens above. Please promise me, so that I may promise you, to use more of what you have snowballed in your hand.

Skully: I promise.

Snowman: I promise, too.

Skully stuffs the Snowman’s heart back in his chest; and the Snowman melts and blooms as a Dandelion on the Earth’s Plane once again. Skully scoops up a snowball and puts it on Saviors back.

Skully: Where to, Savior? Let us seek salvation so that we may espy the sky.

Savior: Trail my tail if you want to prevail.

Savior slides and Skully tails, and a Statue-Man is what unveils.

Statue-Man: Look at me, I am a somber man and a Statue-Man; gray in colour and stone in make. I was a pessimist my whole Time on Earth’s Plane, and so I have gotten what I have given all of my energy to. I am stiff and scared and cold like a marble statue. I am the exact symbol of my living life, and I am still the same in my inner life. I am not a statue, nor a rock, nor a man, but a tomb; and to this, I always was.

Skully: Stone is strong, Statue-Man. Stone is enduring and stable and reliable. You are made of marble, and that marble rock has been around many, many centuries previous to you and I. Do you not know that the longevity of a being burgeons wiser by the years? Energy is manifested in stone, and stone lives on forever, Statue-Man.

Statue-Man: And all of a sudden, I am an optimist.

The Underground quakes, and Statue-Man crumbles, and burgeons into a Rose on the Earth’s Plane.

Savior: Quickly, Skully. Take a chunk of marble there and do balance it on your skull.

Skully does so. Savior slides up Skully and travels to his arm.

Savior: Take this pile of sand, Skully, and bless a smudge on your forehead.

Skully does so.

Savior: Now take this heart, and drink it.

Skully drinks up the snowball, and then crumbles into a bundle of bones. On the Earth’s Plane, a baby is born anew, who cries in the arms of a Doctor named Star.

Star: Mrs. Moon, Mr. Sun, the color is blue – he is a boy.

Moon: Oh, it is! It is a boy! Alas, I finally have my Sun and my Son.

Sun: What does your heart tell you to call him, My Dear?

Moon: Let us call him…

Sun & Moon: Sky.

And there you have what we have taken for granted for all of these years – the birth of the brilliant Blue Sky. Ah, but let us not forget Savior the Snake as well, who rose up on the arm of the brilliant Blue Sky, and became the Darkness, of the Earth’s Plane.

 

Abracadabra.

 

COPY @ 2019 JACK O’LANTERN