Temperance Key XIV

                                               Temperance Key XIV
by Stormm


The Fire Archer ever active flies swiftly,

his fierce lower half a passionate, impulsive red horse.

The Brave Explorer covers new ground,

travels farther in search of fresh adventures.

The Innovative Trail Blazer leaves behind a trail of fire,

burnt bridges, violent encounters.

The Destroyer is not shy of change,

in fact, he thrives in it.

He is not afraid to raze the established yet obsolete buildings of the past,

right down to their very foundations.

The Upsetter of apple carts,

exposes the double standard of nasty private consensus hiding behind public nice.

With chaos for fuel,

he relentlessly fans the flames of conflict, confrontation and resolution.

Openly mocks the collective ant colony mentality of a senile,

impotent, steadily decaying society.

Sagittarius: attribute of Wrath.

Daughter Of The Reconcilers, The Bringer Forth Of Life.

Combination Of Forces, Realization, Action (Material), (for Good / Evil)


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How To Be A Teleporter

                                              How To Be A Teleporter
by Stormm


I wake up suddenly, to the alarming siren of an unknown woman.

A beautiful woman is screaming, and I'm lying in a strange bed.

Glance about quickly, "Holy shit, well fuck me."

Accessing the situation I start to laugh, ecstatic upon this new discovery.

Must have teleported in my sleep.

That's a new one.

I wonder what's next?

So ignoring her, I proceed to stretch and yawn.


Stranger: "How did you get here? Who the hell are you?"

El 101: "I can explain, just calm down a minute."

Stranger: "Get out of my bed."

El 101: "Ok, okay. It's an honest mistake, I'll be on my way."

Stranger: "I won't let you leave until you explain how you got in."

El 101: "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

Stranger: "Try me."

El 101: "Can you keep a secret?"

Stranger: "Yes."

El 101: "Only if you promise."

Stranger: "I swear on my life, by my immortal soul."

El 101: "I teleported here."

Stranger: "That's impossible."

El 101: That's what I refused to believe, and here we are."

Stranger: "You're kidding right? Okay. So how did you do it?

El 101: "I bathe myself in dreams, wear manifestations created from imagination."

Stranger: "Please, break it down."

El 101: "I kept trying, made it a primary goal, a First Cause.

I read and wrote stories about it, did drawings, paintings, watched movies.

Shaped it like clay.

Kept it alive in and on my mind, making it more and more conscious,

constantly trying to manifest it on the material plane like a new work of art.

Pulled it out of the ether like a sculptor chiseling a figure from stone.

Until I eventually made it possible."

Stranger: Laughs. "You're bullshitting me right?"

El 101: "I swear on my life, by my immortal soul."

Stranger: "Can you teach me how to do it?"

El 101: " I just did, the rest is up to you."

Stranger: "Thank you, very very much.

Oh yeah. Why did you teleport here? I mean why me?"

El 101: "That's what I don't know, but sure mean to find out.

I don't believe in coincidences, not anymore..."


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The Teleporter

                                          The Teleporter
by Stormm
(c) March 12 2014


The Teleporter lying prone on a king size waterbed,

calmly closes both eye lids.

Focuses on The Third Eye chakra at the center of his forehead,

visualizing a brightly burning flame.

Mr Leisure's aware, that whatever, whenever, or wherever he fully concentrates,

wether it be friend or foe, physical or astral plane, he will instantly travel there.

Become elsewhere, right now materializes, somewhere.

Shazam!

There's a sensory explosion as his entire body vanishes,

into and through thin air.

The tall evergolden trees were stretching and yawning,

at the dawn of a brand new day.

Grounded in purple soil, rooting deeper and connecting,

while above limbs extend towards the distant stars.

Yellow skies wink their smiling faces in approval at the visitor.

Greetings of silver-gold twinkles bubble then ripple across the ceiling,

where juicy eruptions eject turquoise-pink waves of flashing skylight.

Casually observant while turning three hundred and sixty degrees,

insert right index finger to mouth,

quick tongue moistens the tip,

he lifts his arm high making the number one,

a sign of victory.

Lightning bolts immediately strike him, successively six times.

Harmless, but somehow not as expected.

There's something in the air tonight,

something odd.

Like an outside force trying to break in?

Warnings flash from the edge of consciousness,

a distant brief tingle of senses.

Like the violent tearing away of flesh,

just before a sudden rip in the fabric of space and time.

Thus began The Siren Silent Downpour,

thickest at the core of the magic circle energy field,

that surrounds him.


He inhales and exhales the fog armor deeply,

soaking it all up,

like a sponge absorbing energy.

While he stands there refreshed,

bathing in glittering green violet pools.

This was Planet Clear afterall,

a unique place of refuge,

a home away from home...

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The Outsider

                                                    The Outsider
by Stormm
(c) December 3 2013


As he continues to consciously create new works of art,

Mr Toms experiences a profound and great joy.

Discovers by manifesting truly unique deep desires,

more unlimited paranormal abilities are activated.


He knows now these abilities are latent within all humans,

but most people in order to fit in, decide to deny their raw natural abilities.

After all,

"what would friends and family think if they caught me reading minds,

levitating, teleporting, or even sliding a cup across the table mentally?"

Who would risk being called a freak?

totally shunned by a lowest common denominator, consensus society?

So we do what we're told. Blend in.

Hoping nobody notices anything odd,

catches something out of the ordinary, out of the blue.

Effectively concealing our inane,

so-called bizarre and inexplicable behaviours.


It was very obvious why mass media bombarded the public with bad news 24/7.

While the populus loses faith in themselves as free and powerful individuals,

they'll readily submit to external power sources.

It was a self-con, an absurd joke, and almost everyone was playing it...

Yes, he could clearly see it now, feel the delicious irony of it all.

Imagine all-powerful beings pretending to be powerless.

Introducing: Great Gods From The Sky Helplessly Crawling.

Will they reclaim their power?

Watch them struggle through how many lifetimes?

Can they ever win?

Endlessly searching, hopelessly trying.

Will they even wake up?

In The Quest For The Ultimate.

How will it end?

Watch them beg and plead.

Assign power everywhere else but within...

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XIII Death

                                       XIII Death
by Stormm
(c) November 21 2013


Scorpio is a Necromancer, he rides a pale white horse...


On a pale white horse, Death comes to town.

Slaying all in his path, all fall down before him.

When death comes calling, he's always dressed to kill.

The Grim Reaper.

The Shining Knight In Black Armor.

Mister Skull & Bones.

The Man In Black.

Yellow Skeleton Of Black Holes.


Rude Boy Rudy.

Waving Black Flag Of The Mystic White Rose.

The Ruthless Pirate.

Trafficker of stolen goods and property.

Narcotic Medicine and Recreational Drugs Dealer.

Medicine Man Doctor Morpheus.

Sleeper Agent In The Poppy Fields Of Opium Dreams.

Death's Intense.

He's The Repossession Man.

The Rebel With A Plan...

Nun = Fish.

Scorpio: attribute of Walking / Motion.

Child Of The Great Transformers, Lord Of The Gates Of Death.

Time, Ages, Transformation.

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XII The Hanged Man

                                     XII The Hanged Man
by Stormm
(c) November 19 2013


The Hanged Man swings under the bridge.

In The City Of London.

Looks like his number came up.

Maybe he picked the long straw, or was it the short straw?


The Once And Future King.

The Fallen Star.

Former Lord of Industry.

Golden Boy Disgraced.

Charity Rinses Blood Money.

Merchant Banker Convicted.

Phony Philanthropist.

Exile Has Seen Better Days...

Mansion, main hall, private dining room.

Drowning in whiskey,

reads and signs his final will and testament, trembling.

Terrified he's next.

He sighs.

It's been interesting, it's been strange.

Since he pledged his soul to The Order.

Back then he didn't believe in a soul, so what the hell.

The Horror owns him now.

He shivers, as someone walked over his grave.


The Hanged Man swings under the bridge.

Maybe he picked the short straw, or was it the long straw?

In The City Of London.

Looks like his number came up...

M 40.

The Spirit Of The Mighty Waters.

Enforced Sacrifice, Suffering fatal and involuntary.

The Water Element: Womb of The Mother as a symbol of Birth.

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