HOSTILE WITNESS TESTIFIES
There were many things to talk about between Lauren and Habakkuk, but they sat in the couch watching Loki cat sleep, unaware that they were waiting to talk to him at the opportune hour. They were both tired, their eyes were sore, their flesh inelastic, the passage of time linear, the dead parrots comfortably rotting on the floor, occasionally Lauren worried about Loki cat not liking her. She knew that Habakkuk was semi aware of the tension between her and her cat, it was much the same as the tension between her and her lovers; she could not be intimate, she had lost her sensuality, she could only love through caring and perfection; she cared a lot, about everyone, her friends could never say she wasn’t attentive, on the contrary she was overly attentive, this was her way of consoling her inability to feel loved. She thought often, that Loki cat could see right through her, and because he saw her as she really was, this was why Loki cat could only offer affection grudgingly. Yes, they both lived together but that did not mean that they were not two separate planets orbiting the same house, that is all. Loki cat was well taken care off, she made sure he had the best medical care, the best meats, real meats, cat food was an interesting aside, just in case Loki felt that a human’s idea of cat food would be an exotic excursion, as it was, Loki cat mostly ate meats, and had a connoisseurs preference for chicken, and Lauren always satisfied his gluttony as a way of telling herself, that it was nothing compared to the trauma and hardship brought about by children. Lauren of course loved children, she just couldn’t bring herself to love mothers, to her mothers were an abomination of nature, there was something horrible in the entire enterprise of motherhood, and when Lauren saw a pregnant woman she felt nauseas in the plural.
The captain was sort of like all these things too, only wholly imperfect in execution of the Lauren way of life; fact is the captain didn’t know it, here were two lonely souls, scared shitless of the world, and the only way that they could cope with it was to nurse the world, to save it so that it could remain what they feared.
Habakkuk was wearing a head scarf, but from his forehead you could see mounts of cresting sweat pools, the sores too were visible, apparently growing more obnoxious towards the scalp, one couldn’t tell, but he was just sitting there, and Lauren knew that he wasn’t sleeping, what Lauren did not know is that Habakkuk had sacrificed his right to sleep, from here until his death he would suffer the punishment of insomnia, he had gone to the Akashic archives, he had to have known the consequences, full blown consciousness, never a dot of sleep, he could close his eyes for consolation, but till mortality revoked the punishment he would be awake.
Still he was calm, you could hear the murmur of his heart as equaled to the cosmic background radiation, something of him had been with the universe since the big bang, of course we have all been here with the universe since the big bang, even hockey players, and perhaps more of them then so as to get all of that commotion going, but the difference was that Habakkuk had established a sensual essence gravity that reached back to his primal origins and even overreached to the wake of his forward time line; hence the reason for his prophetic skills. These sea of a self that he had become had in it the prophetic advantage, but it was a treacherous advantage; you can be aware of the future and feel and touch it, but if you react within the present reality based on future knowledge and multi dimensional awareness the proximity to variables may desotonate you!
I used the word “desotonate” so that you can grasp the implications, the word hasn’t been recognized yet, you won’t find it in any worldly lexicon and yet in the near future it will be one of the most used words to describe a person that self destructs because they feel too much. Of course you can already intuit that desotonate means just that, just the sound of the word has this nitroglycerine back and forth cadence that urges a tremor to burst, that is, when everything in your body starts crackling, the emotions quartering you. The reason why desotonate is not in the dictionary yet is in itself interesting, it is because we have not evolved to the point where we can grasp that the self is nothing more than a feeling. Everything else that you perceive of self is just an interesting aside. We all have to potential to desotonate if we feel ourselves through the consequences we call universe. Habakkuk had indeed begun a desotonation process, how could he go on without any sleep, why was he willing to astroplane under such perilous condition, and to risk so much, and still hold himself together? Well even that has an answer, the truth is that Habakkuk by giving himself to the universe had become so much apart of the universe that now the universe was afraid that Habakkuk would desotonate and so by canon act, the universe was holding him together as a cosmically selfish act of self preservation.
Lauren awakens the sleepless man, “it is three am, it is time.” nudging him some more, she feels his body wounds breathing, he opens his monolithic eyes, immediately the room inundates his sprit magnificence, Loki cat raises his head in awareness that a light receptor has just flooded the room, Habakkuk closes in on him, the black and white leathered cat looks on ominously but doesn’t retreat. Habakkuk gently picks him up like planets are held by space, raising him almost as if he were raising a child on the verge of ritual execution, raising him high with his arms; Habakkuk utters “I love you Loki cat, I love you, I am with you, thy long inundated tail touches every trail through time, you are a ravager of indifference, you’re a vessel of eternity, I adore thy mastery of self for within you reside the evils deaden! within you all darkness frails! within you lies the gathering precious prose of the Akashic record; oh sublime correspondent of the infinite awareness, message me your essence… message me your essence…” Slowly dwindling vocal sound we reach complete silence.
There is no point in saying here that Lauren was in shock, we are not concerned with her, Loki cat begun to excrete an aura that from him, equally spiraling in amassing circularity, inundated the room with an orange, reddish hue that had some permissiveness of yellow, and within that huge full aura, you could see some very definite points, almost eights in shape, five points that looked like an eight, the eights were green, yellow, blue orange, red and violet; around them was a wanting zero, the shape of an amorphous oval having some difficulty holding itself together, a zero still in its incoherentness though circling them tightly while oozing the color pink. Again there is no point in describing Lauren’s current condition, the magnificent Loki cat jerked his body ferociously and overthrew himself, digging his overly large nails, from lack of a scratch post, into Habakkuk’s injured flesh, then darting to the closet to hide. The separation allowed the room energy to return to what anyone of us would see when we walk into a normal room.
Lauren nears the still body of Habakkuk, still holding position, she touches him and he collapses, on the floor, he rolls over under his own muscled force, this calms the situation, then in a flash movement he careens past Lauren, opens the window and vomits snake flesh! After some moments, he turns around, his flesh sores all gone, he is a splendor, energetic and confident, jolly and sardonic, “Lauren I don’t think Loki cat likes you very much.” His wry smile delivering the punch, Lauren despondently loosening her arms, “yeah, I know, I’ve always known it.” But then realizing that Habakkuk was glowing, “hey wait a minute, you told me that Loki would not cooperate if he did not like me, and obviously he has, your looking awful good and happy right now!” “Yes Lauren my darling, I am good, Loki cat was kind to me, he imposed those ever healing evil arresting energies upon me, and grateful I am, needed much the boost, and yes he showed me the murderer of the messenger parrots, but he did not do so because he likes you.” This was the thing about Habakkuk, he could be so honest, and he somehow did not care whom he injured in the process, and somehow the fact that he did not seem to care made it all the more tolerable, specially with that wonderful ageless smile, “Lauren, Loki cat is not drawn to you, he doesn’t love you because he knows your incapable of loving him; you have too many fears and he only loves those that can love him, yet he released himself to me to sort of unburden himself, and to be truthful he needed it.”
Habakkuk calmly utters a silence and proceeds “…and yes, I did tell you that he had to like you to help us, but in truth there are exceptions to such things, in this case the exception is that because he doesn’t care about you, that he isn’t within you or a genuine part of your essence he wanted us to know because he doesn’t really care… …he is not within, so he doesn’t care to protect us from whatever destiny we are altering.” So full of himself is Habakkuk that he bubbles on… “isn’t that strange, even souls that don’t like us maybe helpful.” Lauren finds herself a bit fragile, why does she need Loki so much, she feels cheated, raped by simple statements, “why am I so afraid!” tears washing up on hands attempting to quell them. Unfortunately Habakkuk wasn’t in the mood, “Oh forget it Lauren, your dealing with a Western world issue, don’t take it personally, it is not you it is your people, you can’t help it, besides we got what we wanted out of Loki cat, we don’t have time to water our insecurities right now.” Having said that Habakkuk tells her, “I have to check on something’s, will clue you in tomorrow, why don’t you check on the…” here Habakkuk make an accentuating tone change, “…on the number one hostage.” The door closed. alone, Lauren reflected “the number one hostage, the number one hostage”…, “Oh my god, Antoinette, Antoinette! shit, I am part of the dirty plot!” Looking all the mean that she could she went and showered, not an ounce of sleep, not an ounce of sleep, and drove herself to work with only this in her mind, “number one hostage.”
Meanwhile the five dead parrots continued to rot.
The captain was sort of like all these things too, only wholly imperfect in execution of the Lauren way of life; fact is the captain didn’t know it, here were two lonely souls, scared shitless of the world, and the only way that they could cope with it was to nurse the world, to save it so that it could remain what they feared.
Habakkuk was wearing a head scarf, but from his forehead you could see mounts of cresting sweat pools, the sores too were visible, apparently growing more obnoxious towards the scalp, one couldn’t tell, but he was just sitting there, and Lauren knew that he wasn’t sleeping, what Lauren did not know is that Habakkuk had sacrificed his right to sleep, from here until his death he would suffer the punishment of insomnia, he had gone to the Akashic archives, he had to have known the consequences, full blown consciousness, never a dot of sleep, he could close his eyes for consolation, but till mortality revoked the punishment he would be awake.
Still he was calm, you could hear the murmur of his heart as equaled to the cosmic background radiation, something of him had been with the universe since the big bang, of course we have all been here with the universe since the big bang, even hockey players, and perhaps more of them then so as to get all of that commotion going, but the difference was that Habakkuk had established a sensual essence gravity that reached back to his primal origins and even overreached to the wake of his forward time line; hence the reason for his prophetic skills. These sea of a self that he had become had in it the prophetic advantage, but it was a treacherous advantage; you can be aware of the future and feel and touch it, but if you react within the present reality based on future knowledge and multi dimensional awareness the proximity to variables may desotonate you!
I used the word “desotonate” so that you can grasp the implications, the word hasn’t been recognized yet, you won’t find it in any worldly lexicon and yet in the near future it will be one of the most used words to describe a person that self destructs because they feel too much. Of course you can already intuit that desotonate means just that, just the sound of the word has this nitroglycerine back and forth cadence that urges a tremor to burst, that is, when everything in your body starts crackling, the emotions quartering you. The reason why desotonate is not in the dictionary yet is in itself interesting, it is because we have not evolved to the point where we can grasp that the self is nothing more than a feeling. Everything else that you perceive of self is just an interesting aside. We all have to potential to desotonate if we feel ourselves through the consequences we call universe. Habakkuk had indeed begun a desotonation process, how could he go on without any sleep, why was he willing to astroplane under such perilous condition, and to risk so much, and still hold himself together? Well even that has an answer, the truth is that Habakkuk by giving himself to the universe had become so much apart of the universe that now the universe was afraid that Habakkuk would desotonate and so by canon act, the universe was holding him together as a cosmically selfish act of self preservation.
Lauren awakens the sleepless man, “it is three am, it is time.” nudging him some more, she feels his body wounds breathing, he opens his monolithic eyes, immediately the room inundates his sprit magnificence, Loki cat raises his head in awareness that a light receptor has just flooded the room, Habakkuk closes in on him, the black and white leathered cat looks on ominously but doesn’t retreat. Habakkuk gently picks him up like planets are held by space, raising him almost as if he were raising a child on the verge of ritual execution, raising him high with his arms; Habakkuk utters “I love you Loki cat, I love you, I am with you, thy long inundated tail touches every trail through time, you are a ravager of indifference, you’re a vessel of eternity, I adore thy mastery of self for within you reside the evils deaden! within you all darkness frails! within you lies the gathering precious prose of the Akashic record; oh sublime correspondent of the infinite awareness, message me your essence… message me your essence…” Slowly dwindling vocal sound we reach complete silence.
There is no point in saying here that Lauren was in shock, we are not concerned with her, Loki cat begun to excrete an aura that from him, equally spiraling in amassing circularity, inundated the room with an orange, reddish hue that had some permissiveness of yellow, and within that huge full aura, you could see some very definite points, almost eights in shape, five points that looked like an eight, the eights were green, yellow, blue orange, red and violet; around them was a wanting zero, the shape of an amorphous oval having some difficulty holding itself together, a zero still in its incoherentness though circling them tightly while oozing the color pink. Again there is no point in describing Lauren’s current condition, the magnificent Loki cat jerked his body ferociously and overthrew himself, digging his overly large nails, from lack of a scratch post, into Habakkuk’s injured flesh, then darting to the closet to hide. The separation allowed the room energy to return to what anyone of us would see when we walk into a normal room.
Lauren nears the still body of Habakkuk, still holding position, she touches him and he collapses, on the floor, he rolls over under his own muscled force, this calms the situation, then in a flash movement he careens past Lauren, opens the window and vomits snake flesh! After some moments, he turns around, his flesh sores all gone, he is a splendor, energetic and confident, jolly and sardonic, “Lauren I don’t think Loki cat likes you very much.” His wry smile delivering the punch, Lauren despondently loosening her arms, “yeah, I know, I’ve always known it.” But then realizing that Habakkuk was glowing, “hey wait a minute, you told me that Loki would not cooperate if he did not like me, and obviously he has, your looking awful good and happy right now!” “Yes Lauren my darling, I am good, Loki cat was kind to me, he imposed those ever healing evil arresting energies upon me, and grateful I am, needed much the boost, and yes he showed me the murderer of the messenger parrots, but he did not do so because he likes you.” This was the thing about Habakkuk, he could be so honest, and he somehow did not care whom he injured in the process, and somehow the fact that he did not seem to care made it all the more tolerable, specially with that wonderful ageless smile, “Lauren, Loki cat is not drawn to you, he doesn’t love you because he knows your incapable of loving him; you have too many fears and he only loves those that can love him, yet he released himself to me to sort of unburden himself, and to be truthful he needed it.”
Habakkuk calmly utters a silence and proceeds “…and yes, I did tell you that he had to like you to help us, but in truth there are exceptions to such things, in this case the exception is that because he doesn’t care about you, that he isn’t within you or a genuine part of your essence he wanted us to know because he doesn’t really care… …he is not within, so he doesn’t care to protect us from whatever destiny we are altering.” So full of himself is Habakkuk that he bubbles on… “isn’t that strange, even souls that don’t like us maybe helpful.” Lauren finds herself a bit fragile, why does she need Loki so much, she feels cheated, raped by simple statements, “why am I so afraid!” tears washing up on hands attempting to quell them. Unfortunately Habakkuk wasn’t in the mood, “Oh forget it Lauren, your dealing with a Western world issue, don’t take it personally, it is not you it is your people, you can’t help it, besides we got what we wanted out of Loki cat, we don’t have time to water our insecurities right now.” Having said that Habakkuk tells her, “I have to check on something’s, will clue you in tomorrow, why don’t you check on the…” here Habakkuk make an accentuating tone change, “…on the number one hostage.” The door closed. alone, Lauren reflected “the number one hostage, the number one hostage”…, “Oh my god, Antoinette, Antoinette! shit, I am part of the dirty plot!” Looking all the mean that she could she went and showered, not an ounce of sleep, not an ounce of sleep, and drove herself to work with only this in her mind, “number one hostage.”
Meanwhile the five dead parrots continued to rot.
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