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Friday, March 29, 2013

Out of the Arena II




Tallshadow had been watching the young gladiator for a few months and he too saw the pointlessness of the on going butchery. All but the king (also Tallshadow’s brother) had a deep fear of him. He was a very powerful and unpredictable wizard. Cross him and risk your eyes growing over, going into convulsions or your head simply exploding. He had done much to defend the kingdom from enemies both inside and past it’s borders. Tallshadow realized Ankius the young lad was very cleaver and could do much more in life. His brother Horace was a good king who took care of his people, the land and himself in that order. Horace had no time or patience for pomp and ceremony. His goals were simple the betterment and protection of his people. Tallshadow and King Horace saw more potential in their champion than a bloody death that would come in a matter of time in the arena. The king summoned Ankius through Tallshadow to appear before him in his long hall.

Ankius fearing no one, not even the king or his stormy brother went alone. Two guards opened the doors to the long torch lit hall. The great stonewalls told the legends of kings past in intricate carvings. Blue marble pillars rose to a red stone ceiling forty feet above. Long dark tables ran along the walls, with empty benches and chairs. The hall could accommodate more than two hundred people but now there was only three. Ankius bowed before his king six steps above him. Tallshadow sat at a table close by.      

“Ankius, my great champion you have brought many honors upon yourself and this kingdom. Please pull up a chair and sit before us.”

He did as instructed wondering what the two most powerful men he knew of wanted with a lowly arena fighter. He had seen them on many occasions watching him do battle in the arena.       

“At your pleasure my king. How may I be of service?”

“There has not been a champion like you in living memory.” The king started. “We think you have more value than just a champion gladiator. Tallshadow is my brother and a rather famous wizard. Have you met him before?”

“No sir but I am honored and pleased to do so now.”

King Horace went on. “We have no desire to see you one day fall as an old champion. Your skills are too valuable to waste in such an… unfortunate manner. We have an offer for you. I have managed to keep this kingdom out of wars for the last two decades and that is good. But as you well know that can change at any time. I’d like you to help retrain my army in the art of combat and in return for this service, Tallshadow will teach you the arts of wizardry.”

Ankius liked the idea of getting out of fighting for sport but did not want to spend the rest of his days in Silvanus as a servant, even if he was only answerable to King Horace.

“My lord thank you for the offer and before I will accept I have one question. After the work is done, may I leave a free man?”

Tallshadow said, “I will need a few years to fully teach you. Perhaps it will take longer if you are doing your duty to the king. You must agree to stay until your training is complete. A half trained wizard is very dangerous.”

“Once the army has been retrained and you have learned all you can from Tallshadow, I will grant your freedom.” King Horace said.

Ankius had no other good way of escaping and becoming a powerful magician appealed to him. There were only a small number of people who had truly mastered both arts.

“My king and Lord Tallshadow, I will accept your offer. I would also like to promise the gods here before you that I will never again shed blood for sport. I also promise to do my best for both of you.”

“Accepted… Tallshadow, make the arrangements with Bartholomus and give Ankius quarters here in the palace. Ankius, we will meet with my generals tomorrow morning. You will meet with Tallshadow tomorrow afternoon.”                    

The next day Ankius started his new life as a wizard’s apprentice and the kings combat trainer. In the morning, he schooled soldiers in hand-to-hand combat and weapons. Much to the dismay of General Winstanus, the army was soft from a long absence of war. If the situation continued, the kingdom could be at risk. Sooner or later others would mistake Horace’s peaceful reign for weakness and attack.  The general watched  Ankuis’ rise to greatness in the arena but thought fighting in the arena and on the battlefield to be very different things. He did not like the idea of an outsider assisting with training but obeyed the king’s order to appoint Ankius. Ankius taught the soldiers what he learned in gladiator school and the more hard won lessons from the arena.

The army stepped up patrols along the roads for bandits and along the kingdom’s borders watching for incursions and raiders. After six months, the roads were bandit free. Those highwaymen not killed had decided to take up less risky professions. King Horace had no interest in foreign conquest but wanted to be sure he could defend his people. Cross border raids from the wilderness also came to a stop. Ankius always spared one or two raiders from any raiding party foolish enough to make an incursion into Horace’s farmlands to go back with dire warnings for other adventurous fools who made their living from taking from others.
Ankius also instilled in the men the ideas of protecting the weak, practicing mercy to captured and wounded enemies and a commitment to self-discipline. The army won greater respect and renewed love of the people. Nearby kingdoms rethought any plans for trying to take by force King Horace’s lands. The roads became safe and cross border raids stopped.        

Tallshadow proved to be a difficult teacher demanding nothing but Ankius’ best efforts. Ankius learned both white and black magic, the magic of far off and ancient peoples and the existence of passageways to other worlds and times. This notion fascinated him. The universe is full of portals but they are not so easy to find and very difficult to make. One cool autumn night Ankius stayed with Tallshadow talking over a few ales.

“Tallshadow, is there a way to the gods for living men?” Ankius asked.

“Yes, there may be many but only one is thought to be for sure. But… anyone who has crossed through has never come back. So who knows if it a real way to cross? It resides on the alter in the temple of Batu Zassa in Mixcoatl on Mount Vertias and opens only about every three hundred forty years.”

“He is a war god, yes?”

“Yes worshipped by a race of people who sacrifice war prisoners and captured runaway slaves to him. His symbol is a giant hammer and anvil. Those who cannot answer his questions souls are crushed and cast off into eternity. Those who answer correctly are allowed to pass into the next world or life. What is your interest in gods, Ankius? We will all meet them one day.”

“I want to ask as a living man why there is so much suffering in this world and why are we here. Are we here and made to suffer for their entertainment and enjoyment? Do they listen to our pleas? No gods save any men before I ran them through, ignoring their last words. Do they really even exist Tallshadow?”

“I think they do… but men fail to understand the nature of their being. I think they are much like us only far more powerful. The gods are to us as you are to a city of ants. Can an ant understand a man, Ankius?”

Ankius smiled “Perhaps I do not exist.”

“Some say that is the real nature of things. This is all an illusion.” Tallshadow smiled, which was rare for him.            

He continued, “If I were younger I may go with you to find the answers with you and for myself. It is far far to the west across the vast ocean in the heart of the Ictinikes Mountains. It can tale several years of trouble free travel to get there. From here follow the sun through the amethyst forest, across the great waste to the port city of Akkada Mora. There one would have to find passage on a ship to the kingdom of Uruk. Few venture so far. The Ictinikes Mountains are on the western edge of the kingdom. Little is known of the people there.”  

“Tallshadow, I have done as the king and you have asked me, when may I leave?”

“I think the king wants you to stay and one day replace General Winstanus… I know this is not for you. I will go with you tomorrow and we can discuss the terms of your freedom. You have added much value for both of us. King Horace is a good and just man. Give him a chance.”

The next day Tallshadow and Ankius returned to the palace to meet with the king. The three men met on the top of the palace’s western most tower. The day was warm for the fall and a cloudless blue sky stretched to all the horizons. They knew each other well and King Horace knew this day would come.

King Horace spoke. “I know why you are here Ankius. It seems my borders cannot contain your desire to roam the world for new knowledge and adventure.  You are welcome to stay as long as you like. You can have a good long life here but I know that is not for you. I release you to go as you wish. All I ask in return is you carry the name of this kingdom with you, introducing your self as a lord of Horace, King of Silvanus.”

“Thank you my king and I will.” Replied Ankius.         

“You will always have a home here, Ankius.”  

Ankius spent the evening preparing to leave. The next morning with little fan fare, he said his good-byes to King Horace, Tallshadow and a few others. He set out early on a bright cool fall morning.  

Monday, March 25, 2013

Out of the Arena



Past due for a good long post. Enjoy! 
 -Paul 


The supplies Storyhearts gave Ankius lasted him all the way to Silvanus, city of temples. Entering a strange city can be dangerous. He hid his sward under his clothes and walked the wide streets taking all the sights, sounds, and smells. This was a large trading center and many languages were spoken. As the afternoon wore on, he realized he better start looking for an inn or other place to stay. Ankius was still young and had not yet learned to control his impulses. He spotted an inn on the other side of a busy street and started to run toward it. He slammed into a small man wearing gold and purple robes knocking him to the ground. In an instant five of the man’s guards jumped Ankius slamming him down on the dusty street.

“Sir, I’m sorry! It was an accident! I meant you no harm.” Ankius protested.

“I’m the exchequer here.” The man said rising to his feet. “I take care of the kingdom’s money and you were trying to rob me.”

“No sir, it was only an accident!”

Several heavily armed soldiers showed up and the Exchequer ordered Ankius taken away.  There were far too many to fight so Ankius had to go along. His sword was taken and he was lead away in chains.

One of the men said “We do not tolerate thieves in our mists and you will most likely be put to death.”

Ankius blood went cold. It looked like his great journey would be cut well short. They took him to a dingy dark dungeon and locked him up. The other prisoners looked close to death and some cried and screamed. Those sent here stayed until death or execution. A speedy execution is seen as an act of mercy. Ankius spent a long sleepless night wondering if he would live to see the sun again much less another night.

The next day a large man with white hair and a long white beard came to Ankius with a few guards. He had the guards take Ankius to a small room upstairs. He waited almost an hour and the same man appeared in the door.

“I am Bartholomus and I have a offer for you. I run the oldest gladiator school in the kingdom and I think it would be a waste for you to simply be beheaded tomorrow at sunrise. If you can fight, I can give you life.”

“I can sir but I am innocent.”

“No… You are guilty. Sorry but an attack on the Exchequer is a capital crime. Who taught you?”

“My father Lord Rivcon.”      

“I’ve herd the name… We will see what you have learned. I think you can be very successful so I’m willing to make an investment in you. Don’t disappoint me or you will wish for the mercy of the executioner’s chopping block”

Bartholomus snapped his fingers and another younger man came around the corner with Ankius’ sward and handed it to him. Ankius had no desire to fight for sport. Killing a man was bad enough in war but he had little choice. Bartholomus paid a few people and took Ankius to his new home.  There he was assigned to learn under Elras, the school’s lead instructor. Ankius asked if there was any path back to freedom. Elras told him he would to kill his way back and it would be like swimming miles across a lake full of warm blood and gore but it could be done. Elras picked up where Rivcon left off teaching the dark arts of gladiatorial hand-to-hand combat. Ankius was almost a third taller than the average man and more than twice as strong but his real strength was in his unnatural quickness. To have these three advantages in one fighter was almost unheard of. Although Ankius trained well he hated the thought of killing others for sport.

The Onyx Arena was ageless and over the centuries was used for many different purposes. It had been a temple to war gods, a house for the performance of plays, a gathering place for the king to speak directly to the people and a place for the best gladiators to do battle for fame fortune and sometimes freedom. The outside was black marble with vertical red columns. It was thirteen levels high and large banners flew from the top.  The sandy floor was the shape of an egg with a large white concrete block that took up most of the wider end. This served both as a stage and an alter. Two massive black poles rose up at either end of the floor topped with large green and purple banners. One was near the back of the stage and the other came out of the sandy floor on the opposite side. The sand was deep and had a reddish tint. It was said this came from all the blood shed. From the sandy floor to the first rows of seats was taller than two men. From the floor the black marble steps that also served as seats seemed to go up forever. Merchants served food all over, slaves could be bought and women sold their bodies to the night. Betters took wagers and everyone made predictions. The place smelled of human waste, gore, stale beer and warm bread. The fighters waited in large stinking cages deep under the arena lit only by dim oil lamps.          

Ankius threw up three times before his first match and seriously considered letting himself be struck down. The man he was to fight, Ironclaw, had a dozen victories to his credit and had a bad habit if defiling the dead bodies of his defeated opponents. Ankius thought of his family and Storyhearts and the pain it would cause them if they ever knew he met his end in such a way. He’d made up his mind, if he had to swim across a lake of blood and gore so be it. He would not die in the Onyx Arena.

The crowd was massive and went up almost as far as Ankius could see. They roared to life as the two men stepped in from opposite sides of the arena. Ironclaw came out swinging an Ironclaw where his right hand had been and a mace in his left. Ankius easily dodged the mad swings and retreated backwards. The crowd cheered Ironclaw expecting a quick finish of the big new comer. The finish was quick but not what they expected… Ankius stepped left into the charging Ironclaw and took one powerful swing with his sward cleanly slicing through his neck sending his head flying into the crowd.  His lifeless body fell to the ground and the crowd was stunned into silence for a few seconds. They rose to their feet cheering the new victorious gladiator. Ankius looked at the now lifeless body of Ironclaw, turned head down and walked back into the now open door from which he entered. He threw up again in the holding tank. 

In time Ankius thought no more of his opponents before cutting them down. He only thought of getting across the lake of gore. He came to like pleasing the swelling crowds and this disturbed something deep inside him. Somehow, he knew better.   The life of a successful fighter can be good. All the women he wanted were his and Bartholomus started splitting the winnings with him making him all the more wealthy with each new victory. The people in the city gave him plenty of room where ever he walked. The Exchequer now waited for Ankius to cross the street. They all looked at him with a combination of awe, fear and jealousy. But no one challenged him outside the Onyx Arena.       

In time, Ankius had become a specialist of sorts. No one man would fight him anymore. This is to be expected after one hundred seventy three victories in a fight to the death in single hand-to-hand combat. Now, Ankius only took on three and five man teams who came from far to test themselves against one of the best fighters who had ever lived. Ankius was a mob favorite who also learned how to bet on himself and soon accumulated far more wealth than he could ever hope to spend. He had no time for spending money. When he was not fighting, he was training with the legendary teacher Elras. He had fought and defeated eight teams so far. Still, three years on, he could not see the shore of the blood filled sea. All the killing was becoming pointless. Defeating those not near ready to face him seemed evil. He decided to fight no more in the arena but how could he escape? At the young age of twenty-seven, those he had killed came to visit each night before he sunk into a troubled sleep. Ankius also had the run of the city but was forbidden from venturing beyond the walls. All the people coming into the arena and leaving behind their gold and silver one way or another made him a valuable prize to be held on to. 

Sunday, March 17, 2013

PROACTIVE

Attitude = Altitude

I have mixed feelings about the article a few posts below. Yes, I see I am to a degree disabled by a society that disables me. Handicapped ramp at the wrong end of the strip mall? Sorry, but we are following the law. No, Mr. LaVack, you did not get the job because of your handicap, we found a more qualified person. I'm sure they did. You cannot use the cars in our store? Sorry, but we DO have them. No biggy, I'll do plan "B." I'm lucky I don't face as many barriers as those who have less education, or happen to be poor AND handicapped. I think they have a much steeper hill to climb than I do. But come to think of it, we all have hills to climb, crosses to carry or call them burdens. It is a part of the human condition as we know it. And no we do not have as much control over our lives as our western narrative tells us we do.  We are for the most part playing  a part assigned to us from birth via culture. I'm an average white guy living my white guy life. It may not be impossible for me to become a black Muslim living in North Africa (at least culturally) but what in the hell could I do with all my white guy baggage? We do not quite make ourselves, rather we are made by culture; the stories we tell about ourselves individually and whatever groups we are in. This does not mean we cannot be PROACTIVE. I can do more than let life happen to me. 

Yeah, I cannot be a Black Muslim from North Africa but I can learn from him. He will have some cool stuff to share with me if I invite him to. We can change our culture on a personal level. I can simply hang around those who think and act like me or expand my horizons. I don't know about you but I like the latter option. But to make this happen, I have to be proactive. I have to use the little control I do have over my life to meet others and expand my horizons. We cannot always have control over over what happens to us but I think we always control how we react to these events. What's the better option when I don't get the job? "What you got against handicapped people you %&*#@?" or "No problem. I'll keep looking until I find the right one for me." That bloke may know of another job for me. May as well be cool about it. I CAN choose to be cool about it.  I think it is better not to slam a door shut. Yeah, it may be harder for me to find a job but blaming a disabling society is not going to go a long way towards keeping the lights on and food and beer in the fridge. I have to think proactively and come up with a work around; ie learn something that is needed more than an employer's reluctance to hire a handicapped person. This is greater than just getting a job. 

Our health is also at stake. Yeah, I live in a place where one cannot hit a golf ball without hitting a fast food restaurant  (or a church but that's another post) and sweet sugary crap abounds in any store I shop at for food. I can go against popular culture as seen on tv and skip it all for broccoli and healthy stuff.  But I did have my bi-annual Big Mac yesterday minus the defib. I can lie around the house watching March Madness, movies and documentaries on The Black Death but if I want to help my heart and he rest of my body stay healthy, I better add some exercise and other physical activity in there. I may be handicapped but that in no way means I cannot come up with things to do to get the ole hart rate up. I can bounce my basketball and do leg lifts to infinity, okay thirty minutes to an hour each day. Neither of which requires an expensive gym membership. If you are reading this, you too can do something similar. Get PROACTIVE!               

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

The Grave



It is interesting to think of all of the stories floating all around us. I think this one could be from past present or future. It is short and the characters are nameless. 

I guess I was the only friend the old man had. Hell, I didn’t even know him that well. See, he used to come into the station from time to time and I’d do stuff to his car, like check the tires oil and so on. He’d talk about the places he’d been and all the things he had done. He was in the marines all of his life and he fought in wars and been all over the world. A lot of people who talked as much as he did got on my nerves somethin awful. He was different. The stuff he talked about was worth hearin and a lot of times kinda funny. He talked about his buddies that never came home one day and the best cat houses anywhere the next. It was always somethin new. Most assholes I know ain’t worth hearin, always say the same ole shit and take themselves too damn seriously. So, I listened to all his crazy stories about wars and the world. I think he’d been everywhere at one or another time.  I’ll never forget that day he pulled in for the last time. I knew somethin wasn’t right. He had a look I’d never seen in him before, fear.

“Boy, me and you gotta have a little talk. What time do get out of here

“Six o’clock.”­

“I’ll drop back by.”

“See ya then.”

Now, we never did anything before this. I knew whatever was on his mind was awful damn important. There was no way I could have said no. The only livin friend he had was me. I wasn’t worth a shit the rest of the day. Well, sure as hell six o’clock rolled around and he was right there. I got in the car and we didn’t say a word. The countryside rolled by and I watched the spring green trees and fields. They did not comfort me much. The heavy air, my own sweat and the whiskey bottle we passed back and fourth made my head swim. I still did not know what he wanted. But his unusual silence said a lot. I was not ready for what was to come. Finally, he spoke.

“Boy, the doc says I gotta a little problem. I haven’t been scared of much of anything until now... He told me I have bone cancer and it is all through me. There is nothing they can do. I’m gonna die.”

I was stunned.

He went on. “He says I got six moths to a year. Well, I been thinkin... I didn’t go through three wars and all the rest of it just to wither away in some VA hospital. I know what I want to do, and I need your help.”
I mean what the fuck else could I do. There was no way I could turn him down. It was just so damn strange. We finished off a bottle, and all the sudden he came out and told me what he wanted to do. It was like he was ordering grits or something. He told me his plan and where I was needed. I laid there awake all night. It was all so fucking unreal. I skipped breakfast, knowing what I had to do.
The smell of spring was in the warm morning air. I looked up through the trees admiring all the shades of green. It was a long walk. At last, I came to the grave. Well, everything was all there just the way he said it would be the pickaxe, shovel and a blanket. He was there slumped over to one side. Oh shit, oh shit, this was real!  The poor ole fucker did it, really did it. It was almost too much. A shiver ran up my spine, I dropped the tools and fell to my knees. All I could do was look at the poor old man and cry. I knew he was gone and that was all there was to it. I had to finish it for him. I got up picked up the blanket and went over to him. I spread out the blanket like we were gonna have a picnic. I saw the .45 in his hand and fought hard as I knew how to keep the tears from starting again. I took the gun from his hand and tossed it in to the fresh dug hole. Gently, I pulled him on to the blanket and wrapped him up. I placed him in the grave and struggled with the shovel until it was done. This was his funeral. I cried one last time for him. It was okay now, he was with all his buddies. There was nothing else to do but return the tools to where they belonged as he asked.

See, I promised him I would never tell anyone about this. But... Someone must remember him and I didn’t go back on my word. We can never forget them that gave everything so we could have something as great as freedom. I’ll still take his grave to my grave as he wanted.    

Saturday, March 9, 2013

Ghosts of Cyan 103




            Xerces had to think a moment. The idea of a ghost was something he was only vaguely aware of. In his supposedly advanced culture of science, reason and logical conclusions the only time ghosts came up were in ancient history classes and sometimes in very old literature. He studied Uma’s pretty face to see if there was an element humor or kidding. There was none, she was completely serious.

            “No. I don’t think so. They do not exist where I’m from. I doubt they exist anywhere.”

            “Yves said basically the same thing when I brought him here the first time. As you are about to see there is something to the idea. After meeting him and now you, I have a new hypothesis.”

            “About ghosts?”

            “No, about us in this reality. The more advanced we become, the more we lose touch with other times, places, happenings… Other realities, other realities as real as you and I standing here having this discussion. It is as if we close it off, unable to admit to ourselves the other things exist. You and Yves have closed it off completely but they are here inside us, next to us and all around us. Come over here and let’s sit just below the track on the wall.”

            Xerces thought she was going a little crazy down here in the tunnel and wished for the elegant woman just an hour or so ago but he felt no danger from her. A new and strange feeling began to seep in slowly robbing him of reason and judgment. It was not fear but something similar. He followed her over and sat down.

            “Total darkness. Have you seen it before? Turn off both of your lights.”

            He did and she did the same, plunging them into an inky blackness the likes of which he had never seen before. All the sudden, Xerces felt as if walls were closing in all around him. Uma took his hand.

            “Relax Xerces. The Tisiphones travel this long forgotten tunnel. They are the ghosts of the world as it once was before the careless and reckless destroyed it.”

            Xerces herd them first and his rational brain told him it was a maglev train and he hoped they were in a safe spot sitting so close to one of the rails. The distant scream grew louder and his rational brain began to slowly retreat giving way to something more primeval and basic. His lifetime of training and work as a spy held back the cold damp hand of fear reaching inside and turning his insides. Uma held his hand as the sounds grew louder and then he saw something coming into view far down the tunnel. A train he thought but it was no train. A cobalt blue ball of light was coming toward them shooting bolts of energy along the tracks and walls of the tunnel. He knew Uma was there but felt utterly alone at the same time. The screaming stopped and the ball came to a stop in front of them well out of arms reach. A face took shape and stared at them. Xerces felt every emotion he had ever felt in his life seemingly all at once.

            “I’m the residue of the dead. All of their hopes, dreams, emotions, fears and desires stolen before their time. Go no further into my tunnel.”

            Xerces saw only a bright white all around him and felt his heart pounding. Then he saw and felt the untold suffering of an entire world wiped out in a matter of hours. People burned alive, crushed under endless tones of rubble, choking on poison air and what seemed like every possible death in such a monumental catastrophe. The worst was yet to come.

The Tisiphones said, “Now you will truly know what suffering means.”

Xerces no longer felt he was in his body, a feeling he had never had before. A strange new reality overwhelmed his senses. The physical suffering was bad enough but the mental suffering was much worse. Parents taken from their children and each other, friends taken from friends; the very fabric of being ripped away in an instant and sadly each person knowing it. Xerces felt it all.

“Your science explains but a fraction of reality. The universe is far larger and complicated than you will ever know. Look for open doors where there seems to be none as you go fourth from this place. Never forget the value of life.” 

            Other voices slowly came through but speaking as one. “Help us Xerces. We are trapped in a dark place far away.”


         

              Everything went black. He awoke in a soft large bed to a giant humanoid looking being covered in long white hair wearing purple and gold clothes slapping him gently. He saw empathy in the being’s large gray eyes. 
          

            “Easy there and welcome back. I’m Eldam, a friend of Uma and Yves. Yves found you and Uma after you were gone more than two hours. The visions in the tunnels can be quite strong at times. I guess it is not often they encounter such a new mind as yours. I told Yves you would be okay. You are not the same person who went down the latter.  You feel and look different.”

            Xerces glanced around taking in the surreal scene he now found himself in. He was in a large round bed under soft pink sheets and a thick blue blanket. Daylight streamed in from a large round window to his left and bounced off the soft green walls. The ceiling was a dome. Eldam held up a mirror. Xerces saw a strange face staring back. His once black short hair was as white as the creature’s and so were his eyebrows. His skin had a reddish sunburned look.

            “Your skin will soon return to it’s normal color but your hair…” 

            “Where am I and where is Uma?” He managed at last.

            “You are in their home still. Uma is okay. Yves come!”

            Yves came in through the door and stood at the foot of the bed.

            “Xerces. We are so sorry. We have never seen such strong visions. Uma and I wanted to let you know there’s much more to this universe than even we understand but we had no idea.”

            “How long was I out and how did I get here? I can only remember going down the latter and… and things I cannot yet speak of. Thanks for getting us out of there. I’m not upset with you but things are not the same now.”

            “Just from last night. It is only mid-morning now. This world like our own is both deeply troubled and at the same time promising.”

            Eldam helped Xerces sit up and handed him his clothes.

            “I gave you some strong herbs to pull you back to this world. You may be a little dizzy today but it will pass. Do you want to dress and join us now or rest some more?”          


            “I’ll dress and join you.”

            “I’ll be just out the door.” Eldam said following Yves out of the room.

            Xerces was a little dizzy but quickly dressed and followed Eldam up to a large well lit dining room and he was relieved to see Uma sitting at the table. Much of the color had gone from her hair and she too looked like she had a terrible sunburn. She rushed to Xerces and embraced him.

“I’m so sorry Xerces. I’ve never seen Tisiphones like those we saw last night. I’m happy we are both safe.”

“Me too. I’m glad to see you as well. I’d like to stay above ground for the remainder of the time I’m here. I accept both of your apologizes. I don’t think you meant me harm.”    

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

More than Handicapped Parking and Moving Beyond


When I look up good stories for the Readings entries on this blog, I have to wade through a sea of stories related to handicapped parking; cheats, abusers and plain old fashion inconsideration. It is an important issue but by far not the only obstacle faced by disabled individuals. It would be a cool world if this was the biggest issue! I think things like access to affordable decent housing, extremely high unemployment and too little education are much more important, Sadly, in my experience, news on these issues is harder to find. In our ratings / profit driven media this is not too hard to understand. Readings on plane crashes, killers and rogue states get better ratings and generate more advertisers. This does not mean these serious issues facing America’s disabled are small and unimportant.
It is all too common for the disabled to have less education, poor housing and mind boggling rates of unemployment. I know there are not the only issues, rather just a few examples. Now instead of pointing out how I know these problems exist, I’d rather focus on answers. If you are a handicapped person reading this blog, the answer is in your closest mirror. That’s right. The answer is you! Equal rights, better housing and a job are not things others have to give. Rights are for us all. There’s no rights fairy. They don’t belong to someone who gives them out like candy. Rights are gained by being used and exercised. The Civil Rights Movement did not simply appear one day. Many worked hard and sacraficed dearly for it. I'd say it is still an ongoing struggle for countless marginalized groups both here and around the globe. The struggle may never end. I see emplyment as a basic human right but it is not in most places. There's more than hope. There is YOU!  
If you can read this blog, you can learn some kind of in demand skill to gain or create a better job. With the right skill, a wheelchair or other assistive devices are no longer barriers. With the right skill, employers will find you. With the right skill, you can not only improve your own life but the lives of others as well. What are these skills? The answer also lies in the mirror. No one else can tell you what skills you have or need to learn. Look within. We are all individuals with unique talents and gifts. Letting someone else tell you what you should learn or get into is like having someone else pick out shoes or clothes for you. Sure they may fit but will they be comfortable? Doubtful and in time you’ll be shopping again. Whatever barrier or limitation you face; picture how you could work or practice your passion. This is not easy or quick. It will take both time and hard work. I’ll use myself as an example.
I want to be a motivational speaker and help people peacefully resolve conflicts. I’m not there yet but I’m still walking toward it. I’ve earned a Master’s Degree in Conflict Resolution and written a book (almost two books now). Recently, I’ve had people ask me to help with personal conflicts, assist with trainings and facilitate meetings in high conflict situations. I’m not yet doing these things full time and freely admit I’m not where I want to be but I’m much closer than five years ago. I ask how can I do these things? I need an accessible site to meet and someone to help out with writing depending on the situation. If I’m good at what I do my physical appearance and limitations quickly melt away into the task at hand. I feel like I’m moving forward despite doubts and setbacks along the way. There is no reason you cannot do the same.
A happy and bright future cannot be given by another, we have to create it. Dream it up and make it so!                  

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