Thursday, May 24, 2012

Chosen Deceiver - The Prophesy

As the sun began to hide behind the horizon, Priest Paul placed his mat on the floor, knelt on it and begain to meditate. He prayed for rejuvenation and revelation into his great sadness. He leaned forward to place his head on the ground and a small paper fell out of his pocket. He picked it up, realized where it came from. It was a tract from the man at Yonge Dundas Square. He thought back to what the man said: Fate and Destiny. He looked up at the Neon Oracle for guidance but none was given. Priest Paul picked up the paper. As his fingers touched the pages a message started to appear.

Born 666, the Chosen Deceiver shall martyer 144,000 of thee.

Priest Paul dropped the note. "The Chosen Deceiver must be close" he thought, "His presence is the cause my great sadness. Is it my destiny to find the Chosen Deceiver and stop him? How will I find him?" "Show me a sign", Priest Paul screamed.

Friday, May 11, 2012


If I had to pick one word to describe Peter it would be dedicated.  He was dedicated first to his family, next to his God, and thirdly to his work.  Peter was a cabinet maker by trade.  He prefered when things where transparent so he loved using laquers and stains over paints.  Cabinet making was a family tradition.  He hoped his daughter Mary would take on his trade as he had no sons to pass it on to.  Mary was more interested in writing.  You rarely saw her without her dark red notebook.  She loved to copy down other people's poems as it inspired her to write her own.  Peter was reluctent to admit it but he knew she was quite the gifted writer.

It was a long day at work and Peter grabbed an iced cold beer from the fridge and sat on the couch to watch the news.  Just as he sat on the sofa and clicked the remote, the door flew open.  Mary was home with her notebook under her arm as ususal.  Peter turned to greet her and realized she had been crying.  "What's wrong baby?" Peter asked.  "I feel really sad and I don't know why", Mary said.  Her arms shook as she raised the notebook and passed it to Peter.  He smiled at her as he opened it to the bookmark.  "There is a list of names and dates", Peter smiled.  "These are special dates in their lives", Mary paused, "but I don't think they are good dates."  Peter's smile faded as the sadness crept into him as well.  "We must go see Priest Paul.  I will take you in the morning", Peter said.  Mary felt exhausted so she gave Peter a hug and went off to bed.  Peter continued to lie on the couch watching the news.  Out of the corner of his eye he kept seeing the red book.  It was like it was pulling him to it.  He picked up the book and started counting the names.  As he counted the last name, he heard it repeated: 144,000.  He clicked off the remote and all was silent.  Peter laid his head back and fell asleep.

Thursday, May 3, 2012


A typical day in Mary's life consisted of waking up at 7:00 AM to mediate. Her King James sat beside her as she sat in her Yoga Pose, eyes closed. "Lord Grant me the ability to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the things I cannot", she requested. Eyes still closed she reached down, grabbed the King James, opened it at random and pointed at a section. Opening her eyes she read the verse she found. Romans 9:2 "I have great heaviness and continual sorrow in my heart." Mary smiled a little. She had just confirmed the feelings she had were indeed from God. Mom prepared eggs and toast, which Mary quickly devoured. Teeth were brushed as was her long red hair. Mom put two elastics in her hair one on each side before rushing her out the door for school.

The street was quiet, only a couple other kids on their way to school. Mary could hear a familiar song blasting from the radio. Dum, Dum, Dum. Dum, Dum, De, Dum. She turned to see the Purple Haze that was Violet, her best friend. They continued on together singing their theme song as it played on the radio. "Violet, have you ever had one of those days where no matter what you do, you feel sad and tired?", Mary asked. "Yes they are called school days", Violet said chuckling. She gave Mary a little shove and Mary pushed her back. They both started to laugh and continued to school.

The school yard was filled with kids screaming, balls bouncing, and teachers watching. All this activity stopped for an instant when the bell rang, soon was replaced by kids running for the lines. Today was not the typical day. When the bell rang, the silence continued: everybody froze. Mary sat on the ground and lowered her head. She opened her black notebook and frantically began to write a list of names. Page after page was filled with names and dates. Violet ran over and tried to shake her out of her trance. Violet started to panic but finally she broke out of it. "Are you okay?" Violet asked tearfully. "I am now but my wrist is really sore", Mary said, looking up at the Purple Haze then down at her black notebook. "I don't know what this means", she said showing it to Violet. "We have to go, we are already an hour late for school but we should talk about this later", said Violet. Mary placed the black notebook in her bag and continued inside with her friends.