Hello my friends
I am currently looking for a room to rent or a 1 bedroom place in the South bay or Peninsula…
(In CA)

Anyone with info can send e-mail to:
The_Dark_knight_1@yahoo.com

Thank you,

David

Last year at The Casa Renfaire a TV crew was doing on the street interviews…
So there I was walking along minding my own business taking a friend to see a man about something (No get your minds out of the gutter she’s married)
And up walks this odd fellow who asks if They could interview Me…
And says to be as Rude as I wish… OK, they asked for it!

www.youtube.com/watch

They picked a ½ a dozen or so, including the queen and a few costumed characters (Yes me too)
And one geeky guy with a wooden sword who probably goes to faire each year hoping to get laid…
Enjoy…

At the moment of death our souls are released from the flesh like air escaping a balloon when it is burst.
(This may happen slowly in some cases but it does occur)
Unlike the air in a balloon we are directed by a will stronger in some cases than the world around us.
While most souls dissipate and are returned to the God energy that makes up all things
There are those whose will is strong enough to remain in some part large or small intact…''

As his soul begins to disincorporate he looses the mental and emotional baggage of life.
Remembering fragments of positive experience
Like visions they pass from him
The warmth of a loved ones arms
The softness of her lips
The scent of her
Music flowing over and through him
Swimming in the warm sea
The laughter of a child pure and perfect
The purring of a cat…''
Yet this sound he is actually experiencing as he dissipates
With his fading sense of self he realizes there is a cat lying in a ray of light purring softly
He wills himself towards her and she sees him coming yet thinks little of it
To her he is just another part of existence her senses comprehend
As he flows through her he senses other life within
Four kittens just beginning to develop into sentient beings
Like a dream come true he merges himself with one of the tiny bodies
His life force, his soul now has in part found a new form to be reborn into
His life will continue in this new shape
His soul lives on
Mayhap in the fullness of time he will again find his love
Brushing up against her to be caressed or leaping into her lap
Will she see him in this new forms eyes?
Can she look deep enough into the windows of his new self to see his old soul?
Will he even remember who he once was
Or will he see the world as a new and terrible place
Through the senses of one born blind and mulling for succor…''

Reincarnation

His Loves Wailing
Heart wrenching and powerful
Is the last sound that follows him into the darkness
Her soul shatters as he dies
The pain that was all he knew at the end is gone
Like the bursting of a balloon
His soul is released into the universe
All that made him who and what he was begins to drift away
Expanding outwards
Mingling with all things and No thing
Thoughts are falling away now
Simple things lost forever
Freed of the mantle of flesh
He sees clearly
The flaws of self he allowed to cloud and delude him
He wishes there was something he could do
To tell his love she need not weep for him
He reaches out and mingles with her
For a moment the tears stop and she touches her heart
With an act of will he speaks to her soul
She knows he is with her
She lays her head upon his chest and the tears come again
For his proud heart is Silent

Soft musk hangs in the air
The room glows gold and silver
Candles flicker in the heavy steam
As he turns off the taps
He can hear ice settling
In the Bucket next to the oversized tub
Filled to near over flowing with sweet Suds
He smiles as he hears the front door open
Her voice exclaims in wonder
She sees candles blazing all around the room
Lying over the arm of the couch is a soft robe
A small table now bars the way
Upon it is a crystal flute of champagne and a small note
“Leave your worries with your clothes here”
“Follow the trail of crimson passion”
She notices several red rose pedals leading away now
With a laugh she undresses and dons the robe
With her champagne in hand she follows the pedals
Every few feet she sees more
As she enters their room her eyes are dazzled by a golden glow
Dozens of candles of every shape and size
Her favorite sent hangs in the air
Soft music plays
She turns towards the sound and sees him
He stands next to the tub smiling at her
He kisses her lips softly, a gentle promise of things to come
He takes the champagne from her to slip the robe from her shoulders
Taking her hand he helps her step into the tub
The water is just hot enough to make her gasp
Yet not to uncomfortably warm
She lowers herself to the hiss of tiny bubbles bursting against her flesh
He hands her the champagne and tells her to relax
He will return when she calls to wash her hair
For dinner is nearly done and will keep for hours...