For readers new to the blog I think it may be pertinent to advise you of the nature of the Shed, as the blog is commonly known. It can be likened to Dr Who’s Tardis, rather unassuming and small on first appearance but once you get inside, a different state of affairs. Dimension and time travel have been mainstays of this vehicle, as have autobiographical snippets, flash fiction, other odds and sods, and poetry from a non-poet as I like to call myself.
What of my fellow companions? The residents, well, more like squatters, can be a rowdy lot. Over the years they’ve managed to insinuate themselves into the (virtual) building and occupy every chair, sofa and piece of floor available. One point in their favour, they are quite clean and tidy, which is a blessing. I have to take the blame for welcoming them over the threshold, much like inviting a vampire. The Security staff are useless, the critters somehow always bamboozle them. How???
I never envisaged becoming a landlord but here I am. We give them a little attention, our characters that is, and they start to take liberties. The worst perpetrator is a certain escapee from Alice in Wonderland, the White Rabbit. “White Hare, White Hare, please get it right” he shouts at me from an armchair. I send him an apologetic look. He can be a little sensitive understandably. Oh, Anubis and Odin are the others. These three have taken me down some very odd paths, and there is a fourth to join their ranks, Tehuti/Djehuty/Thoth are his various names. He is the more, er, sensible of the group.
Not that I’m casting aspersions on Anubis and Odin, heaven forbid! They’re beings NEVER to be trifled with, but the Demiurge and Lord of Wisdom can be relied upon to give a balanced and well-informed opinion in difficult situations. I’m trying to put out bunting out for his arrival, rather excited. It’s been a while since we met up, although he has kept an eye on me over the years.
I like the surreal and odd, and they seem to like me, as evidenced by the creative outpourings.
It wasn’t so in the early days. Gosh, the Shed had a job attracting punters. Those were bleak days.
“Is this going anywhere?” a voice questions from inside a wardrobe.
As I was saying, those were bleak days. As for now, several paths are converging for yet another incursion into unexplored landscapes. My second blog has been given a sip of the waters of life and is reborn. The Storyteller’s journey continues, as do those of my Alchemist, Amunet (“The Hidden One”), the Templar Knight, and the Lightbearer. This signals a new phase in my life, inner life most importantly.
Knowledge has been a great love of mine even from childhood, I’ve accumulated it, pored over it, and loved it. Yet, knowledge is empty without practical application and experience. Something I’ve learned over the years, had to learn. Hence perhaps the reappearance of Tehuti to put things into perspective. What is of value and can help others should be willingly shared. A hand offered in help can save many that are either lost or searching for a missing piece of the puzzle.
The Demiurge stands in the temple, silhouetted against the dazzling light of the midday sun. He waits patiently, time has no meaning for a being such as him. It flows out of him, infusing every atom of the Universe. I’ve searched for the mystery at the heart of life, looked to the stars for clues, urged them for answers, and at times failed to hear what they had to say. I’ve placed my footsteps in the one who had gone ahead, guided by an unseen hand. The purpose of the journey? The reason for being, existing.
There are as many answers as there are grains of sand in the desert that lies before us. They are like reflections in an eye. I stand within the temple, staring into the distance, as always he stands before me, with hand outstretched, offering the moon. I move forward, grasp it. Two paths have converged. What lies ahead of us?