In my room was, not very aware if Manhattan, London or in Outer Space because when I'm going around an old track of the CD list, is kind of a joke to remember were I came from till the number of the last ten top hits, makes me giggle inside and started dancing around.
Hey this is my life and part of it perhaps I own it to music, studying in the conservatory it was all in the rhythm, the classes of sol-fa, its a mathematical square of rhythms and spaces, not just the do, re, mi, fa, sol, la, si ,that early youth from the stage of 4 years gets you even in the green lights of the traffic to drive harmoniously without getting the stops, playing piano the same songs with different longer or shorter, deeper or tinny taps, that thought me so much, wished everyone was contagious by the non stop melodies that run through the universe at last. Flute has being my favourite, specially playing it to the audience of the Cows in the British Boarding school, I used to carry it on my belt every were in India and play it as a teen while a Master was giving his discourse, I could read his meaning without understanding what he was talking about and I knew was talking about me as I singed him back. All those instruments and dances classes too, it serve me well being a spy, for the fun, not that I needed, perhaps the last tiny spark in my sobriety tried to tell me that it was fine. At least I know what is this for and a nice refreshment glances rhythm over my legs to jump and move around, bump along the carpet, danced whatever it was it made me happy. Oh, well the mission calls, vital needs. I'm not going to dance alone forever, hey! Imagined a man, something fancy for Friday nigh. "Please, don't send me a female agent" Exclaimed back to the electronic locator as it gave me the address and the auto destructive communicator puffs in the air, the smoke broke, like well.
And here was again handling the drive of the mobile, a couple of cars were circling on my way, they shall have look better. If you are going on my path, move the accelerator to your destination or get off aside my psychic, today is a hair day, I must go to the bank and open the safety security cage to get the info, before stoping in the hair salon, that is as important for the new cover.
Tackled different terrains on the map as usually was being followed, tacking a different terrain without having to hide, to teach them a lesson and let them see me, to let me be will be that I'm simply enjoying my way with the given road curving arcs that followed the swept in the driveway and if they can't show up and catch the information, then they loose the game. Avoided stoping in a mud leaving foot prints, if they get closer by the evidence I can provide them alter information, anyways, we spies exchange as few things.
So, shadowing is one of the basic tasks of a spy, the person who is doing the tracking is called a "Tail", the one being tracked (me) is the "Quarry," Damn between the satellite technology, the car recognition, it was impossible to go without them noticing, those who follow me, have teach well in the past and now they are the best in the espionage business. So, whatever, what can I do, at some point if they want it, they can have it, in a laps of seconds decisions will come up for action does move quite fast.
As I parked and let go of the keys to the man's duty, the lobby boy points to the direction with a nod towards the ballroom, as there is nothing to really to ask, time is running quickly. The chandeliers are lit with such enlightenment that it makes me feel all undercover and exposed at the same time, some are dress up, some not, I was tall in this high heals it curves every step as my body breaths clinging inside the white satin to exist, was wearing a sparkly eye's cat makeup, and my hair was being brushed and curled into one side in a soft gleaming soft spray and gel to maintain it up together.
Gleaming in pastel colours would say I was quite nervous to meet him, vibrating like a dusky jewel who shimmered to stand quiet. So, I set there pretending that I don't know and that I don't care, at this time could tell was not working well, anyhow, crossed my legs to the side seemingly placing my shoes a few inches above the other and ordered two martinis and blinked to the man who was standing in the bar, Bond, James Bond. So, he came we talked a little and went to the ladies room to retouch my makeup, smoothly and before the mirror to take another breath powdered above my breast and maybe painted nervously my lips a little more over the line. What, the heck, he won't care, I'm a professional!
So returning back, held my drink and stood up after him, he was so mysterious as when seating down or standing that it perplexed me to think that he was standing before me. "James all I need is new documentation, the passports have been retained, what would you want me to do?"
He is a handsome British man, giving him too much information would scare him, considering that traveling through space was a currency of my speciality, something Tony Ignored at large, it was fun, the Quantum computer and the Brown Van from Scott Land, Aunt man as he was the only clue filmed on the entrance of the building's camera on file Arcade. The missing leaders were indeed a fascination of mine, but no one believed in me, Hulk has his temper every time I tried to go softy on him taking it as a sexual assault of mine. Miss him dearly, is all him I wanted. And Captain America gone. Recently cracked a psycho cybernetic code and there is another extend who is after me as well.
I guess the girls of Bond are no different from me, present overlooking at him. "There is a banker with Vegas connections, but he is so disgusting to meet" Flipped my eyes drinking magnums of Martini, with a dry voice. "They are reputed man to be involved with drugs, vice, robbery and murder, so unglamorous James! Please help me" He might probably know more than now, but the secret agents copied everything screwing the expression of my confidentiality who whore me out till the third level of my mind, there are 300 billion dollars at risk and one hell of a story. A little frantically, posed my hand in his torso and calm him a little as he paused. "Every hotel has a ghost" Like, I don't want to be one of them, fascinated by the structure of his body and voice moved my pupils without changing my eyes and facial position letting him know I was being followed and couldn't help it, had previously made him know that could only be trusted in the moment, by the name I was wearing, unless there was something else to discover the exclusive key club of his.
Well everyone, this summer has me working and the last 3 month but from January till May I had so much fun Role Playing all the time, what ever the stories and friends well well or not is about the evolution and actual frequency.
In this last movie and my studies on Quantum Theory and my dream to visit CERN I cant explain how much I loved this movie.
You might see how I had involved children in my SL lately, and this Movie has truly moved me. Besides placing on the side a family who separated but it has expanded with the new partner of the mother of the daughter of Aunt man. I can feel the relief were I was so frustrated with the Avengers, Star Wars, and all type of Heroes were children are Ignored. Not now! Come one I was a child once as everyone, Ok, adults can be stronger and more powerful, is not just difficult to put adults together to form something, children too are a deep correlation of our existence.
I feel Ghost too comes from her childhood, so it reflects much of an actual alignment in the character. Once again, the cast, the burden of the characters in the side stories wile keeping the theme was that building that becomes huge and small. And only in the real sides can happen. I cant explain what I feel, or what I study or experienced, yet! Wait, the sides of relationship big and small, this mobiles are beyond quantum reality lol haha! It was perfectly designed to make the male character go Huge and small, while she remained the same sides in that cleaning room in the school, absolutely wise to see the pattern and I love it as far comprehension can end and begin again, wile she remains the same. The projection changes, they could have made it all the way around, but it was more that funny, it was touchingly impressive to have had you role players in my life, reading you all this time to see them on the big Screen.
And the hatred relation and complicity of knowledge, pride, being rejected at work (wile being a genius) So real! You know how much freedom of creative and space we need in order to create? Imagine a genius who needs sponsorship, who needs another? That was more real then the always fighting the opposite, how our coping mechanism will get together again because there no other genius to understand us but that very one we rejected. Douglas made his mark, once again with his Scientist Wife, such as his character, I find them sexy and intriguing as well. All ages shall always count, what is one without the other?
I wonder what would they write for Black Widow, being the first role playing using Scarlett and moving with all her movies as my Muse, I have nothing but thankfulness when seeing this movie, were part of my desires come true, involving children, childhood and more ages and generation to this rich active adulthood. Well, when the call for alignment in a precise node, or time for that portal. I don't think we need a machine, to be honest role playing is enough, or simply closing your eyes in the silence of the void and else, is so multidimensional that you can only get humbler to only one single present, for all the imaginable is nothing less than an spectrum of the simplest forms.
Love, creation, that matters. I stop to everything, is not easy having a court case, is easy to win, is not easy to win in the ways that you don't want to, and again is easy to accept that human consciousness is there, constantly sharing, teaching us, showing us and specially allowing us to just do it as much we can take it to go for it.
Once again, Im in love with Story Telling, with all of you, as little I interact or too much, you are part of my existence, is not easy to be in love with a role player for so long, or role play it self when the love grows non stop, is easy to accept your fun and devotion, so is not easy writing a book, is easy to RP, and then you see we did it! The book is made, the movie, that rules you.
A totally new dimension with virtual reality is developing from Zero and glad to be a particle, active and observant.
I cant depict every second, between heroes and Government, with deception and potential to overpass failures and even deaths, how the stories never stop.
It was like a honeymoon to be reunited with my children, in a parallel world were all those existences never occurred. New York city might have been a center place to work to reunite the Avengers to Stark Industry, till United Nations got involved. Perhaps London was had that accent which broad me together with my present situation. At last, no one would find us here in neutral ground. At risk, those who knew my name existed no more. My both children seat at the kitchen's table as there was nothing heavier in my hand then the subtle cut of my knife cutting before the lower tip of this branches flowers against the thick wooden board. For a lapse of 2 seconds muted seeing other things.Did I want them to know from my facial expression?
"My children we have won this Victory, this is a day to celebrate!"
Posing the flowers inside a watered jar, rose my hands on each above with a seemingly hugging affection. My daughter Jai, showed me her paintings as I set to feel the colors in her eyes, the intelligence in her bubbly perception, the pages she drew contained already an imaginary world whose details looked for expansion, she had covered all the blank areas. As I continued to see the dates a homeward bound continued in the background of it all, moving her towards were she belongs in such many shaped depictions, she already managed the shadows and the darkness bringing a multidimensional body, it wasn't flat, it carried a movement as well, as she observed at the mechanisms of my studies in her work detected that the coming generation was worth a living for everything that I had changed with.
Was she really siting by my side with my other child? You knows, as many lives you kill you start to feel numb of affection, that irrevocable void centers you in the center of an hurricane that is unstoppable and when reality hits you, is like you are not there. It was hard to feel how much I loved them, incredibly difficult to accept the bond from so much detachment. But, when I fusion a view at her it feels so surreal. "Yes? I'm here for you."
They both, wanted me to tell them a story, a story they always waited to ear from. One pulled my cardigan so we walked towards the living room and set one in my lap while I hug to the side the other, both so closed as the last time I had seen them.
So I started to explain them what happened by their inquiry, I knew by advance that any missing point, she will grow to get it, so I was very careful with the energy of my words as if the mission was complete.
Tell me, in which language you speak to a child when is about parallel Universes? Power and... the most ambitious work to a thrilling investigation, so I made it children friendly. "The Pioneers of Possession exist in each civilization, and each Empire." It started long ago, but, I had to start this story the day they was born.
"There is a capturing light followed by a sound" My hand pointed towards the window. "Then anything can happen as once the Bing Bang occurred" They knew about the Multiple Universes, the beginning of it and the ends between each ones.
"And before its reality, there is a capturing light followed by a sound, as a storm, who rampages or an electrical impulse within your nerve system within the brain, and psyche of greater entities we belong or can transit incognito with." I was observing them, losing their hug looked closely into how they responded.
"I was trained to be an agent. I capture the signals of light and sound that also connects our solar Universe, so before speaking you must see and then listen. There are many things as planets around, and to know with precision might be a knowledge to hold unspoken." It was an evil story of those, but they already lived through it, innocently believed everything was love inside a bubble, this for they could not speak the reality of that was forbidden behind those fractured bubble who exploded in the air by the softest touch of anything and why? They had seen it everyday happening before their nose in the wrong hands. They were wrong if speaking the truth, so they had to learn alone, without me.
Why would a woman like me commit be chosen to commit such homicides, random, I left it that way to the few who surrounded me. Not sterilized but neutered in the past, my children yet were born in the future and broad now to this present as the tic tac became managed by those who send me on their missions and loss, I became more observant and omitted the sound of their illuminating predictions, just as they thought me. My hand operated with one only click and trigger, just so they let me restore the domain of my home.
No, they would send me onto another, and another emission of the void. Moderated to vanish by the impact. It always worked, generation after generation the masses accumulated with more jealousy to protect them self as such, separating each from other by cause and murder, as predicted. Grouping, and regrouping, as a German Shepard, a Russian Shepard, a French a Greek, an Avenger Shepard, an Empire's Shepard, a Resistance's Shepard. It was then that my both children Jai and Ben were separated from my death in early childhood, and the Empire recovered the brain and periphery of my body, rewiring me inside. "My children" That inner voice who yield within seconds before falling at sleep. "My children." In a subconscious levels, night after night, year after decade, I knew that I had children of my own. I'm just an Infinity's War Shepard called for another victory to befriend the enemy by unknown methods.
A woman being rape is nothing compared to having her children stolen from her, if there is something the Empire of Man hates more is the power that woman have by birthing, they touch the core of death, they become a channel of life, if you wan't to take her life away, take her family, being reap off from the very matrix of her homogeneous informational mobile to exist might kill her spirit, but not her soul, not her ghost, that vital right as a holder of her possession in care will keep aware.
On the other side of the plate, the victims from war covered the spacial news in the first pages and civilians worried for the interpretation of the external worlds while occupied with entertainment and work to their supremacy and impossibility to help those affected by its darkening violence who gotten crashed by slower sufferings and forms of co-existence, not just material but psychologically damn in madness and poverty.
The average consumed to sustain the Empire with great stimuli and appetite for all tastes and preferences in their multiple varieties who hired and fired as many they wished, by the Empire they created as the few organisations aided, would only help a few of their survivors to belong by predilection from who are left behind, meanwhile within the top Governments the some of us were being executed for life to manufacture the dead ends pushing the new viewers as eye openers to the multidimensional becoming.
But, wait... this is not just an illusion, or a parallel reality were you come to think in the difference of time frames and prime bodies aligned , the quantum world I have taken you from it belongs to me now. As It was clear, I couldn't tell them, such things are for no one to relived. "I will always be a spy children of mine, a won battle readies one in the war, but guess for whom do I work for?" As I held them in my arms for that which never dies is true love, they knew that we had advance a quantum jump. Albert Einstein made it so easy for the Pioneers of laws to science and its discovery that the very cosmos became a fragment of this very moment.
When I look at my children, their innocence, the tender side who lives up to keep up for another generation, perhaps when you are too waisted and hopefully all your work pays off to see everything you believed is turning the curve you carved so hard, and for.
Their grow with more power, a language of Universal heart and power, perhaps something I had once in the pick of the wave, always waiting to take the wave up and surf with it, studied, worked its differences and holistically, with precipitations or with natural predictions, failing 9 thousand tries for a culmination and crescendo that eventually would brake down again. You knew it would, but you tried again and again till you got the piece of the puzzle which made its machinery work by it self, and modified it into a greater performance for detecting it's details, in all of us, as a greater machine. My kids will have that working place of a machine, and it wont be easy either, they have to be problem solvers, not problem makers. Non selfish, hard working with much time to relax and recover as well. Is not all action and sleeping as the world thinks. You can't think properly like this.
When people are giving their best and pushing beyond their measures to give it! And the group of people you are with don't bring any comparison, you all laugh together, cry too, mirror each other as one entity, the playground is as the work field and then, a greater generation is birth. This is not a tribe in Africa, or a group in the desserts, there are not trash collectors either, is in the work and trust on each other and if you never had that quality of people, at least you knew somehow they existed somewhere.
My children find that my heart still lives in them, I would really love to make the dinners and take care of their grandchildren how selfish and little heroic.
Everything I do is for them, all my travels, all my setbacks, my drive is for them. No one can see it. I'm not only a woman, the whom of a man, I'm a mother or a collective.
Today our home apartment in New York City, Black Widow was off duty, Mara Jade not here, Nike either, nor all Identifications had to use as a spy. All that exists right now sparks in their luminous view in me, as their mother, I was forbidden to tell them the cruel truth, people always watching, third parties controlling. My mind flipped with paranoia trying to know if my home was wired, if people listened to our conversations, in the park, if I had a bio sensor nano technology inserted under my skin? As I broad them home and the Government didn't trust my past, those wireless connectors could listen to my fragile heart too, if it was under a regular balance. I was even afraid to loose awareness of my breathing, who maintain my system under control.
Seating I held them both towards my heart, were a stable void palpitated and it seem impenetrable to touch its pain, a pain that with time became numb. Was I a woman who lost her privacy and personal affair, her human devotion as a provider. Who was I anyway? Holding their heads where I used to feed them both at the same time. Could remember the day they removed them away from me, my breast filled with milk exploded painfully as if they were reap off from my skin. Caressing their hairs, started to feel safe, then caressing the back of their spine. They are not mine, they each carry their own intelligence, and questions who will define their search in life.
"I never knew how far I would go, but I knew that I had to be alone and support your father. Not that I was with him really, it was not for him or for me, is something greater that unites us." I set Jai my girl, in my lap and surrounded my arm around Ben, my boy. Pressed them tight towards me for a few seconds. It was not an excuse to explain the raw feeling of separation. The connection was always there, the remembrance that we exist for them, that there is something mysterious out there they belong to and will grow to see.
The first rays showed up from the horizon now to the sun lowered in its set, the colours changing inside our room, the shadows dancing with out moving in the violent light and it's tenured pink who blends with fuchsia. You know it will last little and soon the night will take over, but this is the only moment to remain silence. I was initiating them into a hardcore meditation from the day the were inside my belly, apart from the worlds, spies came for my suggestion. I stopped my work for a few years. Everything was you, my children, happier and layers of separated that memory.
They could listen to my heart bit, the constant aggressions, the daily attacks I had to stand, the way my Psyche worked to play back with the same frequency and bring a turn of wisdom, a turn of change, a torn of betterment. My both children seat down under my arms just feeling, sensing through the vast silence the speechless words of their mother, with that constant courage and trust, the bond in our skins touching each other started to heal as if uniting information were a deep pain resides, an inhuman pain I belong to, it was a constant reminder of doing things better, palpitated strongly, it impulsed me, it had me on a higher feel.
Were are we heading. Maybe in the outer circle I was as an assassin, a Sith. Desolated without resources many times at the mids of missions, looking for somewhere to eat, my skills developed no hunger, the lost of appetite was a constant sensor who was cut off, unless I started to eat. Did miss the celebrate times we set on the table, after hours of elaborating our meal. This was my private wish.
That was not all that the Empire presented, in some areas of the Galaxy I had to walk without connectivity or currency of values who could be tracked. I had to manage my self alone without any resource or relation, in the dessert, eat worms and dry herbs. Sleep in old taverns with dozen of strangers, passing incognito from world to world. Danced in some Casino's and Palace's to get closer to my target, it was not all as in Tony Stark's building either, those multibillionaire meetings were I was invited to participate, conform a few days on Earth, or a longer season for the given mission. Did it help me to have you back? Was this the cause I was taken away from you? No. Maybe. I don't think so.
We had our home now and maybe I will be able to show who I'm to them in this coming years, if there was pain in my heart there is unlimited compassion, you have to reach a higher love to sustain such a pain, it blooms braking through and healing every aspect around, it cools you off so you continue. I could see how they was treat it, they were ultimately loved and abandoned because they knew they did not belong to them, my children know what true love is and I must be stronger then in million battles. "There are mistakes, mistakes you can't never arrange back, it brakes into pieces and as much as you wish, people are violent and miserable. Some wish to kill you, some run away, but who will fight till death unless is you there totally present saying aloud, this is my life! This is my world!"I couldn't explain them today how Bruce transformed and how his aggression and misleading became part of my rage, we knew in advance it was the only option, how necessarily it was to maintain our inner struggle to push all of us forward.
Kissing the forehead of my kids, because it has been years, nearly a decade that I haven't seen them, traveling back into the past seem not less for them, but they had the void in them, a void I can't catapult. Their mother is the Emissary of the Void, sometimes I felt as a stranger my self with the Avengers, as a spy, but you had to talk the tongue of the village. "True evil exists in good adults and children, it comes from the backdoor of anyone, it separates every human and particle, is like a dark dense ocean of black matter who sustains this Universe, defining one world from another, one nature from another, but the union exist through this matter and the separation too and we must go out there and find its source, its solution a solution that is seriously described for you, only for you. And for who are you and represent, even if it doesn't exist in the eyes of others yet. It exists through its dark matter."
Closed my eyes, if there was a solid form of presentation. I'd show them who this man is, he was not different from their biological father. Laughed internally. Many times I thought to be a soul, a soul using my body to do what I must, was not a person, being under orders, that was the program I was put through, work, work, be unemotional and do the work. Not for half a day as when you go to school, is the whole day and part of the night with no free day, you are given. I wanted to pay off anything that could bring me closer to the future that has become present.
Hugging my children after all this time, it seem as if my soul was hugging them for a long, long time. I don't have forgiveness in parts of me, there is an insolent stuck up person inside of me, filled with pride and negativity, Is a deep dark sensation because I work with it. I can easily detect and kill it, but that doesn't make me any better to hold pride, I must feel safe. Compassion is distant from stupidity after stupidity that has no content.
99% need entertainment and to be self absorbing, is a form of energy fuel where the average tune their energy to make it role, but it has no profound meaning to inspire a real action, a deep meaningful action. Most are copied movements as when Toddlers start to interact with adults. Then from that 1% you find people who are intrigued, but you can't help them, they don't really break through, you have to go to another world to find death and return humbler, more accepting that deep inside we are nothing but the old cliche of love. Then under your investigation and endless research, you find out of those 1% 100 more from them one has to be taken. Statistics started to show latter on, when statistics didn't exist to find heroes, mutants, super powerful people beyond the average line of humanity to make something greater. This world stood in a parallel line, where many worked too much as in Hell and others had a crazy checks and fell another Hell. Loki came as a saviour somehow to take over. To flip things upside down, to show us the hidden lies of the oppressors and true evil.
If I had a point of reference to direct towards a man, I would talk about him, but sincerely there was no one who called my name. I was working with this group of people on earth. As much I had seen the God Loki as an extraordinary brilliant phenomena, It wanted to take possession out of this world with unwanted methods. Its true that Loki is known in the North Myth as the Good of Good Humour and he has a Mask, a Mask who latter was used to make a movie with Jim Carrey called "The Mask" this ultimate power was taken from the Mythological Mask of Loki. How charming? Isn't it! He has a good sense of humour, a profound braking humour indeed, you had to get the twist to laugh your head off, and still feel unreasonable, tricked, reason would make you stop laughing, wanting to see him again and laugh, no matter he stabbed you with his daggers, took your money or killed innocent people to move forward. He was a God from another planet, a world even Thor was a stranger to understand.
Always lying to myself aware of this void and unaware existence, could confess about a person who touched me. "Some time ago, before you were born and during all this time I was connected to someone I felt special, he has lived around me, a constant presence. Not a friend, or enemy. Not a family or partner. I had never seen him really. But I always knew of him, he was and is on the other side. One day when we arrive for an ambush and the troops corralled him with his master, I got to see his face and body, standing there under the ship's light." My children observe carefully and listen from the mystery of their hearts as the night started to show and its starts begun to glimmer from another dimension. A Dimension who perhaps they felt watched over during all this time.
"There are people out there who might change your everything in a few seconds, without doing nothing in particular, well he was surrounded by riffle blasters. It was an inactive long moment where any option made no sense, an alter sense appeared before my eyes when I had seen this man. I still don't know what it's, is not hope or lost. Is authentic and pure. It made me change how I was marked from history and take one of the speedos, free him." In this moment the centre of my chest palpitated antic dosses of pain who were retained by the body as memory cells of poisons, frustration, agitating an impossible. General Hux lost his wife and was madden. As if braking through to stop another memory who was then uniting, if I could avoid this pain towards my children, the same pain I felt hugging my mother, and certainly how my mother felt in the hug of my grandmother.
If my children are listening to my rhythm, design by this pattern, expressing how it happens in correct manner so the information is handled to its end, this pattern would be stronger in the clueless spots of this Space.
We started to feel something totally ours with others in a higher dimension, with the difficulties, with the million triangles who shape the ships and stations. The material we all builded from past generations. I couldn't describe to my children who is this man.
I was alone have to do a final work, work double and triple again to have them peacefully without any more threats, safe. Today we are home in Manhattan, today I tell them stories and how they exist in them, tomorrow they will tell theirs to me, how they turn spectrums of ideas and valuable effort into reality, into the better world we had fight together for.
It is difficult you know, sometimes you have to turn back after leaving your truth clear and walk through the trials of fire without emotion.
Like this, one believes that we couldn't do this alone as death neared the world, Tony warned me of the attacks of the Government who followed me for my past as a Russian spy. Once again I had changed my identity and showed him that I could move away undercover, till it was clear. Meanwhile as we found the political positions with the Middle East, the powers of African resources and the United States started to hold commune interest for the Universal Future out the Cosmos starting to become more and more together against a new Threat. You can't be everything and we all learned that little by little, that very idea would be your worst enemy, maybe one started to relay in new people, at most the most powerful will be able to detonate all others from any perspective and yet understand you. Hide enough strength to keep the show in the right place and time, meanwhile I had to look up for that broad meaning to me, independently from all. Steve returned from 70 years of past, I'm too one of the first Avengers, you would never recognise me unless you held me in your heart, that pulse who vibrates inside as ifs one of yours, that raging bit who denotes beyond all your extremities.
Him, the Scientist Beauty and Destroyer
"What if the more intense our regret is, the easily it becomes for us to reconstruct events. Maybe is the pulling source of anger who ignite us to integrate the shattered aspects." I had watch Bruce Banner with an spying eye for the past years as I told him this words
I bet you that he will recall for no encounters, at first I meet him in that isolated place, then his technical scientist relation towards Tony was something he could relay for their entailing humour and he will say to Captain his secret is to be always enraged, now if someone knows about that power you must pay attention to its relation. I nodded to him. "Don't look at me in that way, we must face death and that holds life together, again."
Those voices following my mind, inevitably must filter the information as I near the entity of Hulk and Bruce in one, there is no place in here or scenario that lightens me more then as a spark from the skies as I start to grasp his lower arm, the green skin of his, while the shy scientist resides in him. My heart sank to its depths were a dark past hidden the memory of Violence towards a Russian girl, me, he made this girl feel protected, and at the same time guarding this violence, yes Russia has a way to upraise secret agents.
Shaking my pulse without moving my body held myself closer as my view tip towed the experiment of his, you see at every calm embrace when nothing really happens you can't place words that could repeal this meeting, you can't make them move to do anything as well, but no one can stop the relation in which you are touched by, to me it lingers with a sense of doubt and mystery, would he trust me, would he trust the unknown powers of himself. As the tips of my fingers slide down in two seconds and half, it seems as an eternity where could only catch his eyes for a powerful glimpse as I sensed my pupils retrieving.
The press would say my fingers moved as a Black Widow spider, tipping in her net ready to eat the male who impregnated her, this are the times when I feel castrated am I a source of manipulation? Am I behind the tear drop of a spider net after the aurora in the one he faces? Maybe he is confused, maybe I shall make a subject.
"As much as one wishes to meet Steve, he will have to move his new suit, I'm too changing along the times Bruce." I spoke to Bruce's scientific self while sensing his rage, I was not very aware where all this is heading, but I know Captain America left the colours of the flag and in Wakanda confronted new business, fights and we were there with him. Now I could turn into the reference, you see, sometimes I have voices come from the future in my head who, sometimes from 70 years back in the past, now that Vision is healing and we left the battle in Edinburg, Scotland, United Kingdom you will find me as a constant part of you, and you, and you reuniting forces while entering a new Cosmic dimension.
"What happened after the destruction of Asgard, not its people, what happened with Thor and Loki?" Asked Bruce if he could remember for Hulk, posing my hand in his forehead could feel him fighting after fight rapturing his rage into deeper layers of indestructibly, engaging in new talkative powers and while paranoid at the same time to have his power used in advantage. For a moment visualised him facing the Fenris Wolf of Hela, that as Cerberus Guardians the Underworld. "I know, I must worry about you, don't I? If I knew everything you went through would you have the time to know my past when we are facing the beginning of a new War?"
You could see the creatures fighting on the background belonged to another planet, if not an outer Galaxy, I was not really the girl next door traveling from planet to planet, but if you knew me better, you knew I was. "Steve doesn't talk much for what matters to him, he might find that Uniforms him, Captain America is binding the business of the world into a new Category, one which only History will provide."
Is not the power of the people or the American Government, nor the one of Russia but if you see in the "Muslim", "Tribal, antic spirit" world and its Africas we can feel the representation of the riches commands in the world as its King gives a new Shield to Steve, trusting in his hand and prime heroic command while looking up with worry.
T'challa concern, astonished looking towards the Infinite, he must know from the occult powers the coming of Thanos and behind him the works of Death. This is my own perception, but look at the cut in his eyes. The King must carry the stone of the soul.
I would like to express with freedom how much it matters to me, how much it worries me to feel the best people are at the End of the World yet, coming together towards the infinite, and yes there will be more relation+confrontation with Nat and Bruce something I'm ready.
(This coming part is 100% made by me)
Seating next to him not wholesome looking, just over the external jugular vein, his palpitation as if some trituration would impulsed him to smash unstoppably, at any second, the fear made me grew my senses and attention to detail. I might not abandon the idea that I was next to Hulk and Bruce at the same time, holding a conversation my both hands posed over the other in my both legs holding hands over my lap as I curved towards him slowly.
"Let me tell you a story about the Black Panther, just bring me a solemn promise and keep it just for us." And kissed his chick with a pause. "There was once the Goddess of the Night called Ishtar, she was too called the Goddess of the Enrage and Fertility, she shift shape as a Shaman into the animal of a black panther so the people of the village could feel her mortal eyes and her transpiring roar over the savannah."
"In ancient times from Babylon to Mesopotamia this Goddess was known to exist between life and death and granted its Kings the Infinity Stone of the Soul, each generation changed but not its stone who glimmered with browns mixing colours of the earth with her Goddess Sister Terra and its fires for that which never dies. Its entity has not only survive in the jungle of the occult in Wakanda but in the laws of the Universe."
It was not easy for me, at this stage I couldn't tell for Bruce's position if he was standing or seating, it related through my psyche, it hurried me in which I wanted so badly, he could remain here all the night without letting me know the manifestation of his loosing blood channels, abstracted in story telling just to snap his attention.
"Bruce if every time we face rage was as encouraging as facing love and we faced the changes of death in each transformation, how could we protect our people from suffering? How could we fight better to face the adversities in which no one shall confront for no longer." The power of necromancy in the Infinity Stone of the Soul where death is only a spot, holding the chin of Bruce said at last "I want to know who is behind all this, don't you?" Couldn't wait to know from Tony and Doctor Who, I guess I shall have been more polite to Bruce with all this information. "Don't change now, no!" Exalted with anguish. "Not now Bruce?" Way was I sensing fear, where was Steve in all this, and others when all could fell was Bruce temper igniting me.
This clouded mind was light years across the Galaxy, after landing in planet earth couldn't believe how seating down in the bed would just do it at the mids of an antagonising sentiment, a just plain remotely sentiment, thought that translating the force will start to relate into the actual time of this world, the sentiment which drives us to do the things we do.
In this way recollecting the formation of so many identities, as a spy through the times between the gap of each motive I found my core out the orbit, kind of spaced out, this is not the Natasha you see in the middle of dialogues and action, this are the transitions in which one is called to rescue a friend and what more you could do but having unconditional love towards yourself after the battles who push you to jump into a new one.
The truth was argued between the four walls of this ordinary room, I have children of my own and this is my story, my children are raised to be heroes they are not abandoned to persecute the fight for a better world, they are living it right now with me without splits. Now that they are at school, their bedrooms are ordered and the kitchen is packed with goods, the afternoon activities are waiting and they have no idea I have just returned from the future. For them is just a change of habitat and home, a new dimension too.
I was genuinely puzzled, broadcasting a signal in my electronic device, I had to move further in time and return in 5 minutes. The news from the year 1930 made me snick with the idea of thinking if there is the first before the second, I must revere with honour for finding the First AVENGER and why. As I visualised the compatibility of the times in the frequency of the device I could detect that more than a Hero he was a Ghost and I knew exactly what it was to be trapped in a shield. We keep moving back and forth, building ceremonies with many people going back into our own individual rituals, rescuing the past, escaping from the future and bringing a new concept from the origin of the string, is endless, it zapped your concept of begun and end, of Alpha and Omega, of woman and man, or darkness and goodness, this string made you travel through the reigns of history and I was one of its drivers.
Standing up as my head started to feel together with my body, walked around this room counting the seconds as I dressed up rhythmically, when you pull out the mask and get bare naked all you see is the truth in your body, how you address those feelings, the accumulation of your breathing in the mass of your self structure to move in this world approaches for the very sakes of having you there, to be addressed, to dress up and again build a bridge in the road towards other's address.
Under this skin you can seat in an airplane, a space ship, it takes you places you know, its all in your body, the mobile, well... this was the way Black Widow knits the strings together. Now holding by the edge the tight black pants for each leg, slide it up, breath with each movement, let it determine my self covering with a layer, just one layer to move transparently, there is nothing to hide. I'm not a woman who is suppressed in moving her body to get what she wants. You will think, I was trained from childhood to follow rules and yes I did learn all those rules, but lets be clear I was the one who originated all this, not Tony, the millionaire, I didn't think too much on pleasing anyone, I just did it.
Once my arms get through this sleeves levelling it up till my shoulders and zipping it up I guess I'm all wrapped and ready to go. In a manner of speaking, there was nothing to hold back, maybe I had to stop, the anguish of knowing that there was nothing much to do. Meeting Captain America, had my Russian accept blend with my French and with some of the countries I had been, what can I tell him, really? He must be broken from being such a well spoken man to his country, on times where the world had not yet a unified language that was Universal.
Finely, will meet the gentleman, looking down to the bleep of the device in my wrist as it titled quicker then faster taking me to the edge, just did it.
Left towards the main building and it's main office, certainly the time clicked to the relieve as I was being introduced by the screen who displayed the man. The passage again, the miseries of war, hunger, a void that is such you loose your sense of survival, and that very maintenance of the self in the worst circumstances, where you health debilitates, where you loose your posture, the mechanisms of the heart missing love, attacks, the continues wounded skins that never end to heal. In the first. I would have like to say that I had the power of choosing him, but if there something divine, if there was something that governs before you, if there is simply a random mystery, that placed me before the chosen one, the one who thought to be a Ghost.
At least you could watch him, it rewind you to a chapter in History who turned over the worlds decision in who was the leading reason, finding out that it had been decades back in the 30's, it warned your retrospective till a vulnerable state, not a dictator, another man among man, as I watched him among the soldier's crowd closely, disconcerting you, leaving you a feeling of not leaving him lost, he kept repeating in his dreams to be a Ghost, a man who fought, a wonderer warrior. And I wished to take them all with me, perhaps he wouldn't be the one without them all you know, but he was the pick of the arrow, the one who made the decision against the whole to turn the roulette on his favour. Fate alone knew what had happened, I'm your destine, I'm going to recover your body in an era where many heroes fit to your standards, every bit of what you did in history means the effort of my life and yes I'm not from United States of America, mister Captain. I know what it's to be a Ghost in the Shield from the very Empire its a consequence for having free will to a higher source.
My chest widened with a warm sensation of belonging and understanding an Universal language as humble and tender it felt inside for quite a moment it placed you with the unswear that it has been an impressive investment, as I checked the systems and switched on the protocols, the cocoon opened. .
As I had put myself in hibernation in order to maintain my innocence untouched through the times and fought to protect it, I knew he existed underneath the catastrophes of war and non of them are worth it to have you, not even me. It was like a control machine you know, it tighten the area of how you reside, it has you frozen in a stop, you can't move away from it and as the pause drives you, that very sense that lays anywhere at any sleep, lets you know that you are not fully dreaming, you are still there aware, not just as a soul without a body.
The oxygen starts to touch your skin, a gentle breeze that is not encapsulated might feel at start viscerally painful, possibly you realise that its human to let it open, or that perhaps you have no other chance but to accept that something extraordinary is doing this ritual, or perhaps you are not alone a collective story is becoming a ceremony, and you are feeling more unsafe then in the middle of a battle field, at least there, you know who is the enemy and that safeguards you.
Many others would have desire to be in your position, they probably must have compared them reasons for not having your abilities, woman and man looking after you in a success which doesn't satisfied you, it rivals you, such in others as within you, without knowing the discomfort that takes in making your own decisions, now that as a torture shakes you away from a past which confronts you to be discovered by the dimension you get to be awaken by, it calls you, just when you thought you had lost it all and is fine. Just when the pain of emptiness became your best friend along 75 years as I stand here in its very end, knowing there is no desire to feed the past. The craving who stops when you feel no escape while I watch over your body, it all happens in fractions of minutes, awakening with eyes shoot, looking within, the observants being watched as the breathing looses fresh into the warmth of some one or something greater that is caring.
Then the conditions are vital, the amount of secrets mean nothing over the time, more than our travel captain, more then the drive, we finely get to meet. No point in pursuing words to describe how home feels if someone welcomes you, you have being there in all this entire trip of clashing nations, surely nothing was perfect, but when you opened your eyes the meaning of my mission showed up.
Supposed we are working for something serious, muttered while balancing my head to the side.
And that was it, the megastructure barely shielded you forever, it shown you again and again with the vaguest indication that your efforts happened simultaneously with those who endured the fight. Each of us might had come latter on, sometimes we think to be the only ones, reflecting a team as the refined cuts in a diamond, a body of your own who sharpens you. Without making any omission that is too obvious, there is nothing really much to say, like a few I was made for action ready for giving it all. In body, mind and spirit all together. And he knew it without needing a word to hide from.
Perceive other's emotions their through in my net. Loyalty: to all. Heroism. Transparency to move on.
Self-control: selfless for a better reason. Mental illness: Paranoid, pessimist, overprotect, inability to form warm social relations. Attitude: Action to feel.
-COLORS-
Black: It calms me down as the night does.
Red: Like a fruit or a ravaged kiss.
Purple: Transcends
Blue: All the pallet colors of blues.
Gold: As the crown in the heart, sunshine.
Green: For nature, dollars and Hulk
White: Pure, Virgin, wild light. Storm of Thor.
-SCENTS-
At work: Gun powder, sweat and ground.
At Home: Nutmeg, amber, burned wood, burned sage. Opening my bedroom a clean and linear neroli note breeze.
In the bath: Chamomile, candles.
Meditation: No fragrance Vice: is secret, I spy on it.
-ATTIRE-
Out in the field: Black uniform as if I was nude for flexibility porpoises.
Civilian: Black jeans, black top, random sweater or brown leather jacket.
Office: Suits, pants and tube skirts.
-OBJECTS-
2 Batons, light sabers in the far future.
Spaceship, mobiles, motorcycle a chariot if no other. An electronic curler and hair spray to keep the wave.
Man, many man.
-HABITS-
I'm so tired right now, I sleep as an habit at night.
I brake habits, some times I don't sleep
for long, or I sleep 24 hours, one day and half.
Go for flowers or dry pines or branches from trees. Clean my guns. Spider bite for no reason, is a tic. Cleanliness, order. Books and papers around everywhere.
(I never wrote with Luke but the story is in the books of Mara Jade and my own perspectives as I make her return from the future to change the cause of her death.)
I wont Die for You
Measuring the weather in the planet Coruscant to ensure the changes in ones body, my psychical condition had its needs to level with it, don't think is easy to enter a new world just like that, like if by just doing so, thats it, no, its real, every step matter cordially as to enter as to depart. Coruscant planet meteorology took several readings to give me a picture of how the weather would be, to take a first initiation I had to prepare my self mentally, this place dominated with the atmosphere of paradise there was nothing redundant in the nature of its city, the skylight of its monuments not only represented the new Era of the Jedis but the production of bussiness around the Galaxy.
After the battle of Yavin the rebels attack on the Empire made a decisive marking in the beginning of a new Era. Targeting the weak spot of the Death Star in desperate counter attacks became something I had to move away, finding in the unknown of the Galaxy and in its rings as in the orbit of Hoth who was too cold and the planet of Mustafar too hot, the prosperous Jedi Academy was ideal to build on the world of Coruscant.
Being an assassin had me always on the go, it was easy to get the target but going to Coruscant planet having Jaina not fully prepared, and meeting Luke truly seem as an impossible task, he knew I was not looking for romance as his interest of the Jedi Academy grew strongly, knowing that I'm here for my children no stop is something to fear, you can't control my power.
A pair of Jedis stopped in the way. "I will kill you." So I just did it, my light saber return to its original position by the hanging huck of my waist, there was no reason to finish with them just a reminder that Mara Jade is here, a Mara Jade who returns from the Dark Side to prevent her own death against those who have betrayed her for wanting to take the fruits of her children, Leia is not their mother either. as the son of Leia Jacen would kill me, but that was another story. Luke was fascinated by the political power of his twin sister, how she managed the senate for his world. "I'm sorry Luke, I can't see you, you are too involved to show the darkness of the Skywalker into the light." Said to to him by the impossibility of ever meeting him, in his absence prepared for my next assault.
The living force in my children had the power of the future and I wish no one to control our situation knowing the future I had no other choice then to direct my self towards a wealthier path, a healthy path and everlasting path of commitment, all this happened while I remained pending in the memory a road to death. "I had dearly love your sweetness Luke, but you will have to find your darkness on your own or Ignored it, my life can't pend in death for you. You will loose Ben anyways, and Jai will die, as much as you try to hide Im their mother and this for you are their father. I will live and they will live with me."
As a ritual the initiation for every assassination had me reawakening my senses, stared again in the refelction of the force, transcending times in my advantage, I did have that power to program my acts and the reason of its propulsion helped incredibly. "To all those who have committed treason to the Universal Laws of a mother. I will kill you if you step in my way and my children's! I wont stop till I have them! The fortune of them will be mine all alone, you were never there anyways."
I was design to undertake a diversity of tasks, the emergency fire speeder who drove me to Coruscant having the initials from the Republic gave me free passage to land, yes I left those corpses behind in that planet and changed my Uniform, now I was one of the rebels, it was funny how I also camouflage the walk becoming lighter, it was easy to change, to feel any mobile you wished to take you as a spy to infiltrate, in this case scenario returning from the past in a world I lived in love before in, with my husband and children under the shadows of Princess Leia and the Will of Luke to make his Jedi Academy against my teaching on the dark side, I had to vanish with with my children now.
This streets I walked before, this Uniform I earned with pride once, becoming it as I have walked through them all my life becoming one with it, returned to walk them again in honour of a life I had once, and what was left of it before my own death and my children's future to take with me.
"If this is the right year in the right time, they must be home." After tacking the human body of my past into invention, closing the casket and shipping her into a world of my own to secure my own life as I return from the future, believed that series of events will direct in the most beautiful path I feel to deserve, my children will find friends of mine and I wont be under attack in my own home. As I was facing the door and opened it, Jai and Ben came running to me as if it was another day and nothing had happened, baby years, toodle years, childrens years all grew back in me in multiple seconds.
Coming down on my knees hugged them both as I once used to breast feed them both at the same time, my heart bloomed and the penalties in the future slowly started unfold in never told stories, a new era sprayed out my arms as we hugged.
"Mommy what took you so long?"
Jai said, she was a girl who would grew elder then the children of her age but keep the fun to toy with them all, it was dinner time but the vision of hers investigating me with the only age of 9 had me taken by surprised. Ben stood firmly he a boy who takes no jokes when wants something, he fought other children and teachers in school, he knew he didn't belong there and would never take their doctrines as he knew I'd come to say this words. "I had to get a few things together to make this trip happen, now lets go." I stood up and held their hands.
This is the present, this very time I come as a master, before the times I become your chronological bridge and I returned and hold you in my hand after thousand trials I lead you to greatness, a greatness called true love, my children, one day you will grow free from the manipulations from Jedis and Siths. "You are now free to take what is yours. My children, what a mother knows" Leia would have wish to have my son Ben as much she wanted Luke. We drove away that unacceptable madness, my love for him made me stay to death, now as we elevated together new horizons of darkness opened apart from Coruscant.
Minutes latter we shipped years light away from that planet. The perception about reality it self drove us to a world that will set us with a team, Earth on the year 2018, a world where the Republic and The First Order was restricted to enter as such. The highest authority from the Empire looked after us in this world and any other.
My children, do you know how happy it makes me, this night mare as end, I have Captains in every corner ready to play action to the diplomatic resistance, the gates of Earth echoed as we entered its ecosystem.
Hours latter we arrived into New York City, as we entered home and I huge them inside kissing their still the chicks of roseate child in winter, held them tight with enthusiasm for all my efforts, were valued and redeemed for them to see all the life they had in my heart and in this world. Walked them through the house as showed them how I decorated them picturesque rooms, it was funny. As I held Ben's chin and held Jai in my lap knew that they will never kill innocent people from the trauma and hatred of others, from the abandon and solitude in their valentines, they will kill the corrupted in the Resistance, with one clean shoot, with one pure joy to free humanity.
"Mama did it alone, all for your future. For now, let's play and learn, let feel merry and eat wonders every day, let me see you grow from the bottom of my heart, is all I ever wish to be not a Ghost in the Shield."
I'm still trapped between where and the past of being as we were for that has been. How could I confuse the difference of this two, when you look at the changes and everything that surrounds you, is then when you start to think whom you are. The more you foresee the harder one must work to remain present, it takes a timing multi universal clock, it navigates your mind and fiscal condition. I had to guess rightly for the primal needs, looking around in the areas of this planet, the lack of close liaisons had to be accepted as non, the path was dead, there was no military support from the Empire and either from the First Order, they started to get as serious, just as the maniac of General Hux had ordered his decision to regroup the emissaries of the Void and spies against those who had a mistake, it was my fault for letting go the trigger when I had to pull it, skipping the kill of Luke Skywalker just when I had the chance, and I know they knew it without questioning me. Understanding the preordain mystery in the force, standing in this certainty was the teachings of a Sith, taking you away from attachments and any conception of believe on every equation you had to move further into the unknown, beyond the mind. Following that was acknowledged wasn't part of the occult school.
Primal needs, exactly I need it energy to continue, the fuels and find the person to assist for communication, my child will not skip this link turning into past was a difficult task, being before conception was not my primal Interest.
More then seating to the idea I had to lay down for hours with a drug to help me focus for the exact period in which I shall arrive, started to have a deep trance hypnosis. The force was not a God, it was a mayor flow, I had seen many Darth Sith mistaking when manipulating the Force, they were forcing to their own convenience instead of surfing with the power of it's vitality and I too could run with this mistake.
Meeting my old self, will mean fear to believe in the worst, she would still believe in the power of love and ultimate trust, she would never believe the future I was bringing to her, in how wired I was inside as a cyborg, partly robotic partly fiscally regenerated from each decade. I bet you that she would fight me, returning to the past and encountering myself, a Mara Jade with an inner conflict I still suppress was not going to be an easy task, the more I lay down trying to diagnose the problem, opening gates possibilities, inspecting every resource it was as if she wanted to die after finding what is happening to her child, my child, my life too.
There was something pending with Luke Skywalker, the reason for his absence, so blind to see, more then an obsession I had come to the terms in which was impossible to convince her. I had to captivate the primal self when I meet my past and take her into hibernation and find a way to integrate her in me after the risk of her death is over, is a recourse to ignore that my total human part was dead from that day, this Mara Jade of mine had no love or feelings for anyone, not even for the memory of that I was, just in my own child Ben. I could see the sparkle of something that is not imaginary or inserted as a program, it was my only human guidance for a better future coming from my own intelligence.
My child has the power of the Force in them and how misguided was those whom manipulated behind the influence, no one would believe me when I'd say how ready they are to kill or take them against what they are born for, that sparkle ignited a light of love in me, they wanted to take them against the love I had once, its deeply residing in my memory, well guarded.
Closing the trance with several steps and moving forwards up the stairs of preconscious woke after the trance more aware, I will become you Mara Jade I will have to place you away till we integrate, I'm the Mara Jade you would wish to have never seeing, the becoming of you into the Dark Side again, and even worst.
Hours latter seating in the Fire Ship.
"Just do it." Shooting the blaster and looking down at their newly dead corpses of the Coruscant Rescue Ops Fire Team made me think they could help me, at the station of this isolated industrial zone had me vagabond enough, it was not that I would ask for help, there was no other choice maybe I lost my timing, yes could have explain my heroism, its a matter of frame space, seeing how they chattered out from duty made my hard soul pragmatic, this ship is mine now and my energy levels to a limited substantial.
"Let's go" Seating for the drive managing the monitors, the frequency scales, the strobe light pointing at the rotation of the ship, the connection from the navigational system turned on and planning the route ascertained my position to the teams in the Republic to respond the panel control to transported up. Basic protocols "Coordinates onto Mustafar, three, two, one."
Inside the separatist terrorist suppressed Fire Ship Speeder driving away the installation could sense how they protect to serve the people, after the war they never thought that things keep moving strongly in the other side. Information for politics, for Governmental business, trusting those who hire you, wasn't really necessarily for a Sith, we worked in other levels. The Jedi's had never pass the trials we had with the toxic worms, even Kylo Ren who was a baby in the Dark Side was unable to meet Snoke in person, it was ridiculous for me to remain there, Snoke was right I would never have what I want there. Power. I need Power.
In the unstable volcanic Outer Rim world of Mustafar was a place to complete my fall in the Dark Side, and when I say my fall I mean recharging. This planet was changed forever after a battle between Jedis and Siths. Once beautiful and fertile for many thousands of years before the battle of the Clone Wars the Great Sith came to fight the Jedis and despite the Jedis won the gravitational pull of the gas giants Jestefad and Lefrani, locked Mustafar to its fiery fate.
Landing in it came out of the ship, my breathing recovered by the sulphuric scent, my command centre empowered every electric matrix and vital organism in me. I could breath the minerals who substantiate me, it provided me to strengthen the Iron truth. My pulse fusions bonding the broken memory strands of my DNA bridging the polarities of its transmission channels, the evidence of this memory radiated a heavily power that tensed its fields everywhere around the connections of mine with an inner satisfactory explosion. It seem that the negative and positive ions prevented me from tearing apart becoming more nuclear, Igniting a power.
Charging power was considered to be so different in everything, some need it certain things that others not, power changed through every millennia, modifying its pattern in each generation it had the psychological patterns as well of the global movement, its consummation changed its source and maintaining its everlasting hope to fuel more for longing periods, regimen changed too as the deepest desire to war for this powers. In the old times the vegetarians couldn't convince people to stop eating pork and other animals in those primitive times before the computing era begun, the same happened in the Republic with the Porgs, they remained adept at leaping with unwanted fat in their brain cells to think for them own selfs as they kept sacrificing.
They converted power in other ways, as sacrificing their own people to destroy a third part of the wing in the Supremacist Destroyer Ship, same pattern of gaining energy, power through a war. They thought rapidly without profound thinking, it was the way they always took the consumption of their power, it worked in the same action, they always thought and accepted this laws in sacrificing their selfs as well, they lived threatening them their closest relation in nearly daily basis, they missed the freedom they hoped for. I lived with Luke long ago, I lived with them, they put him in jail on that Island and he would hide that secret till he sacrifices for them. What an idiot. At least he changed to blue milk and became adored by the Porgs becoming their King.
Taking the handle in my my hands, initiated the ignition. "Coordinates onto Coruscant, three, two, one."
It can pass another quarter of a century till I see the farm bastard, what man of the earth of Alderaan would leave his wife and children alone, if he knew what the Jedi Academy had inside, if he listened from my experience, in how they operate, in the abilities the Dark Side has for infiltrating and seducing, he never took me serious because this is how I came to him. My child you must know by now how the dark feels, it was forming already from my belly, my pregnancy when I was dying, but no. Accelerated going back into the time. Luke and I united our minds so I could heal and we broad you to life.
The remaining calm of the temple, here is where one finds a sense of space at last, it really enhanced my ability to thank the power of the Force, alone without exemption the sudden sound of my steps echoed, had recognised myself to drag along tiredly, it this was at least my last mission, warriors thoughts who calmed by the observation in the entrance of this monument, it quiet the mind, it humbled my solitary path, kneeled posing this fingers in signals from above and to the side of mine that triangle shape who reverends you inside.
Defiantly the Jedis was able to defeat the Sith Lords and destroy the Death Star as eventually I identify my path to have being taken me into different directions where I had pre order. The extermination didn't finish, gradually they started to recruit spies within the First Order to decor their own porpoise. They whore very impressive, sharing my information with a StormTrooper wouldn't help me really. The wedding of Darth Vader and all those events had as distant as the constellations could grow from each. Gradually it modified a prototypical safety to ground the foundations in the existence of the Dark Side, not securing its very source its anchors where fragile and filled with expectations for the safety they need it to control with to optimise the services, lacking the power The Empire was build with, but who was I anyway? The Sculptor of the law, the killer behind the scenes, there was and are many as I. He could only change and work behind the corridors to stop me, even after his death I could sense him talking behind my neck, laughing some times all proud and even ordering me to come as followed.
I was so young and you are still with me in the force guiding with clamour the assassinations for the cleansing of your name. You still stand vigorous and stunning to the senate in your absence, your death has being the reason for everyone to be what they are, after you or against what you left. But you feared me to take control in your damnation, you didn't trust the future is the return home, how could you want the uncontrollable, how can you trust in me? Just to give me orders? I might have to betray you one day my Master, your spirit can't live in the force of my circumstances.
The violent history wasn't nothing I held back to move forward, everything worked as you planned, letting me go free was the only chance Palpatine. My body remained surfacing memories, or was it a reality who pulled me into the unknown into the eternal conquer of yours. The number of diplomats that where cutting off themselves started to become monsters and soon as death won its seat in the Rodain Senatorial Palace the less number of diplomats came to seat in, they need it to restore the laws to dominate the whole galaxy in a systematically and automatic fluency, making believe it wasn't build by the theories of the Empire but the more the murders, the more they closed their doors to newcomers making less the masses and returning their seats to believe The First Order was restituting the first commanders in behalf the planetary circuits of each Galaxy.
Whoever was truly capable for the Techno Union Take Over, where the Chaos of proclaiming laws cared nothing of the affairs beyond their worlds, those eager to explore the harsher parts came along with me for a little while becoming more and more afraid, whiling to prove they can. My work had to be execute alone, I had find peace and I knew that soon there will be another encounter, but this time with the providence of a trip that no one will be able to stop, it was enough he stood with more solitude then I in the afterlife, nodded to The Spirit of Palpatine and stood up. I will harness the resources to be there, and guide them, but who will I say I was? Sergeant Kreel need it to give me another cylindric identification to pass the routine as much he followed orders he might have a grey spot of his own to protect me. After Palpatine's death I lost confidence in The Empire, Darth Vader made certain that Lumiya, his trainee would do as he said.
The Temple could have you with a narrow insight those pulls and pushes who need it to be restored within but was when you walked out through out those walls where you faced the horizons who united you with the uncertain, it was in that uncertainty that the mystery of the Force connected you the celestial path along the cosmos sending you a clear message that could not be read by astronomers. I find you back at where you are whether is a shadow land or a Sylvester one it defines you. To feel a bitter quarrelling and leave this errantry adventure the firmament bewildered you with, was something that happened between every battle, loose or win it build the betterment of civilisations, at least he rested as the great Lord he was and soon he will see the Force Anomalies through the eyes of every Lord Sith, through the eyes of mine.
The return home has been a gift I wish to thank you for, it has been such a long journey and how could I find my place if it wasn't for the freedom you gave me, not that it was all positive or negative. The totalisation hasn't excelled enough, next time please don't look at me from the good side, or the other side, and the other, just look at me from where you stand, you will be certain without fluttering that the phenomena's graduation is speeding to a granted level.
