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THE THREE ENGINES - ALL TRANSIT 64


Periodically, the females of these two partners in crime
would re-enter the plot line; to remind these two hustlers,
whenever they would begin to forget, that the point of the hustle
was to make money and have something to do. After a particularly
nasty go round of arguing: infighting and betting of the hard
earned proceeds of their scam against each other; over the always
inconclusive premise of their own scam: "White Men Can’t Jump."
The white guy’s girlfriend had to go into this very long; but
pointed soliloquy.
The thrust of her argument; was the sometimes illusive nature
of reality. In short she said...
Sometimes When You Win You Lose
Sometimes When You Lose You Win
Sometimes When You Tie You Lose
Sometimes When You Tie You Win
Sometimes When You Tie You Really Tie
A most deep and sublime thought if there ever was one!
You ever notice how smart chicks really have a mind for details.
It’s like a female thing.
Well, back on The Shining Rock, The Time had arrived, I
would have an outcome. My time with this party of Warriors was
drawing to a close. This would be the first Battle but The End
would come.


For me it was a situation of ...When You Lose You Win
I was still obligated as a Warrior to engage.
Euphoria is always a dangerous state or condition.
In my mind, I knew the outcome of my task, as a Warrior, was to
soften The Landing; ease the blows, and prevent my Opponent from
brutalizing or extinguishing my Being.
True Source 101 Never Ever Look At The Lights
As my Opponent and The Others gazed rapturously at the
Lights I humbly kept my eyes upon The Table.
I would not pretend that I didn’t steal an occasional
glance: so as to mark the progress of their spectral development,
matching the meter of the stories I was telling; to the rhythum
of the Lights, then looking away again. Yet still: my task lay
before me; the protection of my own True Self.
Within the confines of this Battle, would lay the seeds and
roots of all previous and subsequent Battles with these Warriors.
I was the Leader because No One else was willing to be.
As this crew collapsed they would turn and act against me,
instead of themselves; for not leading.
Such is The Way of Spirals.
A wonderful premise it was... Either way I go free.


As the Mist rose up the Mountain side, drawn to the Sea, and
the Moonlight crashed against the Mist from the opposing
direction, The Light would bounce repetitively from cloud to
rock, rock to cloud, cloud to rock, until finally; the cascading
streams of illuminated shadings were beginning to methodically
coalesce.
The Moon rose and the angle that The Light was striking The
Mist and hurtling downward toward The Shining Rock became more
acute. The various prism effects; and Spectral collisions had
ever so slowly drawn The Streams into Orbs ...The Spheres.
The Balls of Light; known as that rarest, of all phenomenon, of
The Battles between The Light and The Water.
The Rainbows End
The Five Crowns
It was all I could do: to State my Essence.
I am a Warrior: I must Survive.

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

I AM NOT READY TO BE ALONE
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I AM KNOT READY TO BE ALONE


With my mind finished wandering, I fell out of my revelry;
sitting in the parking lot, staring up at Old Stone Face while
reflecting on the battles and the jumps, gone past.
It was all I could do to get out of the car. I had never
really liked the color red, and this blood red maroon 72 was like
a War Pony: with a curse on it.
I opened the door slowly, haltingly, with hesitation. I had
eyeballed every inch of the Hunter, looking for an advantage or a
hidden edge. I knew as we pulled into the parking lot of the
Old Granite Face, that we were the only Ones there. I had hoped
there would be others: as an insurance policy, against this
spilling over into the Physical. Old Granite Face is on a Natural
Platform directly in The Center of The Valley of Woes.
The Platform rises to just below the rim of The Valley: where the
Ice and the Snow have churned and Scaled for Endless Times.
Old Granite Face was a product of those epochs. I respected the
place, but it wasn’t my cup of tea. I came here: because it was
what The Hunter considered; “a place of power.”
This Battle was a Four Squared Battle: but, the apex and
junctions had been decided up at the Shining Rock. Even though
this whole State Park thing had smelled bad from the get go, I
had played along; and I was obligated.


I always find it helpful: to observe and verify that the
actions and motions of the real world; reflect the Modulations of
The Nothing and The Everything. Since I was little tike of kid, I
had always called the real-time world The Something. The incoming
The Everything: Source Nothing.
We slowly made our way to The Crown of Old Granite Face.
I had to go through this: so as to view it, lock it into my
mind, and verify that it accurately reflected what had happened
in The Nothing and The Everything. To make absolutely sure it was
verified and harmonized in real-time; that each sequence was
echoed and mirrored, exactly, in The Something, as it had just
occurred in The Nothing and The Everything.
It was a hard and cold wind that was blowing, as we sat down
on the Rise in The Valley of Woe. We took the positions of our
choice, on The Crown of Rock that was carved by The Epochs and
came to be known as; Old Granite Face.
I was pretty sure No One was going to draw a weapon and pull
an Al Capone or John Dillinger: but you never know, people panic,
static ricochets, it’s worth it, to be absolutely determined, yet excessively cautious, and muster A Balance of Forces. This would
be The End of War Party One.
The Rainbows End had gradually merged into the Five Spheres,
beautiful stately Orbs that are a Transit Vision.


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