ON THE INTERLUDE…

Continued from “The Yellow Card.”

There lies a place, an eternal carnelian, one before all things, securely concealed from the initial scrutiny of naked eye. At the very core of the microscope’s essence in a curious display of attention to detail. A paradise from whence glows the ultimate human dream in brilliant magnificence, indescribable beauty and purity of perfection. Her doings stand apart from the rest, silencing all in depiction of the vivid distinction between mortal and immortal, a distinct conscience prod to all and sundry in public statement of the existence of a reality-beyond-our-reality… a hearty rejuvenation in quest for freedom and a silent confession that the seeker’s adventure forges on, individually and collectively; for non is complete, till this gem in authentic substance is beheld in consummation.

When this dazzling beauty radiates in perspective, galaxies and the multitude of hosts below and above, visible and inconceivable converge in harmony in the all crucial moment of all moments as it becomes apparently clear and in such incredible detail there exists a pattern and a source by whom, through whom and for whom all matter consists, ageless and diverse as it may. We are each in a special and personal sense reminded we did not just chance about, neither is our existence an experiment. With every decision our role on either side of the coin is cemented further in fraction of the progression that steadily builds up to that all important moment. Choice dominates in prominence.

It’s uniquely painted in the hope it lights up in glorious rekindle as the shenanigans of deception, injustice and oppression are vanquished in decisive swipe. The perfect moment when dreams come true; when peace knows no description nor joy any bounds… Nothing beats this feeling…that moment of glamour when the hero beholds trophy as accolades come streaming in a timeless, universal magical thread reminiscent only to this precious stone, nostalgia’s secret access code…sweet scent of freedom when at the sparkler’s intervention nothing stands between the civilization and that perfect dream…heartfelt; desired; often perceived – better still etched somewhere in the core of being …so close-by yet evasive and that, more often than not, for there exists the formidable opposing glare constantly entangling sight.

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In the ensuing aftermath following the yellow card, there was no doubt left in any one’s mind that no matter how long it takes, no matter the intrigues and intricacies involved in the raging battle for supremacy between evil and good centered around and within the human’s heart, good, when all is said and done will carry the day. The sting of pain, injustice and all that wields a shade of evil decisively frozen in a crashing staccato. Tears may still flow-but in this case tears of joy; for they are curiously a present phenomena on both sides of the coin!

Shouts of freedom rent the air in a spectacular fashion unprecedented in history as the grip of injustice went numb. Nations watched in awe. The birds arose with fresh melodies that sprung the damsels in gracious swirls defying gravity. The young men roared with vigor of fired up gladiators as the nation blazed forth in thrust indomitable.

There is a reason the two worlds exist in parallel dimensions. Honor is always at stake with the jewel on target; for the distinction between mortal and immortal must be without an error margin. It must quell any and all doubt, towering as a generational skyscraper ;a flowing fountain of wisdom for every woman child and man…

When Operation Marine Gale returns for the grand finale!