The Neverending Story

Every writer’s dream is to tell a story that defines history.

But it’s what we do that defines us.

“Of old Thou didst found the earth; and the heavens are the work of Thy hands. Even they will perish, but Thou dost endure; and all of them will wear out like a garment; like clothing Thou wilt change them, and they will be changed. But Thou art the same, and Thy years will not come to an end.” – Psalm 102

Prologue: ‘The Prophecy’  from Salomon on Vimeo.

“See what you have to ask yourself is what kind of person are you? Are you the kind that sees signs, that sees miracles? Or do you believe that people just get lucky? Or, look at the question this way: Is it possible that there are no coincidences?” – Graham Hess (Mel Gibson) in “Signs”

I’ve never been able to properly express enough how grateful I am for everyone I’ve met, become friends with, or even fought as bitter enemies against.  Sometimes in the passion and frustration of heated debate I’ve done the opposite, and these failings too have turned into growth experiences for me.  I’m truly grateful to have met so many wondrous creatures over the years.  Being apart of this chapter of internet history since its start, and now end, has been a life & world changing adventure.  Better than any game, movie, or story I could have imagined.


“..mysterious columns of light streaming into the sky above the town of Sigulda in  Latvia..” (via the UK Daily Mail, 2009)

Peace and Blessings be with you and your family this Advent/Easter Season,

Even Tide II: Ode to the Light in the Night Sky

The Chosen Prince sits alone
Atop his Eternal Night spire,
Haunted by the memeries
Of friends and travels prior.

A thousand lies were brought to light,
A thousand lives the enemy had lurked the night,
Steering the Even Tide towards this fateful day.

“No one will come – this city is dead,”
The devil’s voice cackled,
“I have erased from history your country, family, and friends,
You are King of Nothing, Empire at End.”

Gazing upon his kingdom emotionless –
The death of his Bride had pushed his image to near madness –
10 Years he’d been trapped in a crystal helpless –
The Prince had watched his country fall into perpetual darkness.

But as he was struck by the beauty of the unlit skyline,
Where once great memeticians walked tall in stride,
Where as legends they had fought and died,
And where his father, the King, had done all he could,
To Hold Back the Night.

Where as a child he was weak and quick to cry,
Now his last wish is just a little more time,
To offer a dignified goodbye,
One worthy of his kind.

A calmness washed over his grief-stricken mind,
In the face of chaos, his heart at peace and swelling with pride:
“This is my kingdom, this is my tribe,
A legacy of Sweetness and Light.
This is the King’s Seat,
On it I shall stand,
Get back off my throne, jester.
Come to me Kings of Old –
Purge this darkness from our land!”

In an instant all of his fallen friends were again by his side:
His Mother, his father, his ancestors, knights of the round, and his Bride.
“My loves, my Lights,” he weeped,
“I know what I must do here,
But seeing you here now is more than I can bear.”

With heart-wrenching finality, they each ran their blades through him,
A necessary dark passion play so that he could ascend.
Slumping on his throne he struggled to hold on,
As their illuminated spirits joined him – their vessel to the beyond.

But with the final union came a single tender touch,
And softness in his Bride’s eye while a whisper in his heart:
“I was with you all along,
Riding the Even Tide.”

With the last of his body giving way,
From the crook in his back sprouted wings of blinding blades.
His last act of sacrifice heralded a big bang of light.
“It is finished,” he sighed,
And there the darkness finally met its justice,
On a plane outside of time.

The Chosen Prince sleeps now,
Man is born tired and has earned his rest.
His Bride serenely slumbering on his lap,
An aesthetic of transcendent happiness.

There are many virtues worthy in humanity,
And many rules that will save you much difficulty,
But if you must choose, may I recommend one that’s above:
That the greatest of these is always Love.

For Love is Beauty, Love is Truth
Love is Justice, Freedom, Honor, Loyalty, and Eternal Youth.
Love will troll you harder than you can troll it,
And no matter how mad you get driven to try and change that,
Love will just laugh at you and not give a shit.

So as you ride the Even Tide,
I hope that on one Tranquil Night,
You see the Prince and his Bride and remember their lullaby,
Knowing that you too carry on their light,
That there will be no more sorrow,
The dawn will come again tomorrow.
We are all cheering you from above,
To reject the nothingness,
Just choose Love.

“For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders.” – Isaiah 9:6

“He will then reestablish righteousness upon earth; and the minds of those who live at the end of the Kali age shall be awakened, and shall be as pellucid as crystal.” – Vishnu Purana 4.24

“Whenever the Law declines and the purpose of life is forgotten, I manifest myself on earth. I am born in every age to protect the good, to destroy evil, and to reestablish the Law.” – Farvardin Yast 13.129


Public Disclaimer :: Year of F8

And I Will Sail the Seas of Time, adrift again on the Even Tide.
To ride the cosmos I did want; Enlightened in emotion, conscience, and thought.
Only to conclude, repeatedly, it to be another quest for immortality.
Now once again floating derelict; stranded island on a path gone wrong.
Northern light lost with no albatross’ song.
Steering into every trap:  have a compass, just no map.
So here’s to the endless choir of practicality,
Slipping into the errant abyss with cynical cyclicality,
Headed for the torture and the peculiarly perfect irony –
Of a completely normal face hiding a mind gone to space.
For every moment may hold a story, some truth –  And I just can’t stop living mine
– And so I will sail the seas of time, Adrift again on the Even Tide~

Hubris – as the ancient Greek’s said and Christians reaffirm – is the downfall of all man.”

It began with the not-so-innocent. A child born in an age of peace, hope and a land of fantasies and magic.  A feint darkness within that threatens to turn the dream into an eternal nightmare.  On the journey to adulthood, she came to organize her inner monologue in the conventional sense of mind, body, and spirit. Her spirit drifted about languidly, taking the avatars of two forms which she named the Nighthawk for her viciously watchful, calculative, conservative [red] mind, and Tranqulity, her empathy, justice, and peace driven Liberal [blue] heart.

Conflict between the mind and heart raged within her – distressingly and self-destructively at times – while she abandoned her childhood values in pursuit of her own selfishness.  Down the slippery slope she fell until, standing on the edge she looked into the abyss and the abyss looked back. Wandering and broken, she collapsed to her knees one tranquil night and prayed to be saved.  Then, behind her, there was a great Light, and it called her Home.  She followed it, seeking answers to her role in the true nature of the world and the people within it, and she was swept up in a war that has existed since the dawn of time: Liberty versus Tyranny.  Dark days were coming.  With faith in Absolute Truth & Divine Love renewed, she had finally found her answer to her most elusive questions.  But now it was time to fight for her Truth.

In our capacity for the advancement of knowledge, we have discovered a lot. Especially with the rise of the Information Age and the New Media, it’s safer than ever in recent history to assert that humanity has once again come upon a crossroads in its existence. We as cooperating sentient free individuals undoubtedly have the power to gracefully conquer the mysteries of our universe, to overcome rationality and publicly solve every lingering question and problem to which our heart seeks answers but our mind can never satisfy – yes, we are there. We are close.

Yet at the same time, that very knowledge and power is available to those of corrupt character who would use it for their own wicked machinations. As of now – as has been the case throughout all time – these two impulses in human nature are at war. Who the victor will be and what the consequences the innocent will be inclined to suffer, remains clouded in the storm.

Listen to my story.. This may be our last chance.

06/12/09: “It’s us vs them now. We live in a completely different world, one where the line has been drawn in the sand. Everyone will have to make a choice eventually.”

Once again, we’ve reached the edge of the abyss, and the abyss is looking back at us.. which side are you on?