My Fathers reverie provides the groundwork for a creative imagination; it is the privilege I suppose of the

Poet so consumed within that is not as with other Men to escape from reality, but the means by which

he accedes to it in his control over others being legendary. My studies have been  astrology and Greek

Theatre and I have learned that my future is under threat as Jupiter now enters our conscious world.

Saturn rules his heart and the Moon has separated his conscious acts as the age of Pisces ends. Efficiency

rules his warring heart of Mars and yet Aquarius resides in the 5th House.

We call him "Poet" for his profound hindsight in questioning why all the time? Why didn't you do it his way?

Why you did it all wrong?  He likes to question why, yet cannot show anyone how.

He has no understanding of Process yet believes he can Solve the riddles of the past with indecisiveness.

He could have been a better Father I guess if he'd been around; but then I've only got to accept him.

He told me that he saw my fate long ago. I don't know why? 

Our company's  changed in the restructure. Father is fascinated by Guns, Poetry and he loves money.

The Manager of affairs, Mr. Piggy,  provides a framework for the emotional abuse over which he presides. 

"You have to drive people" ...I've heard and he certainly has no problems getting rid of threats that consume

his email World. You will tell that David's removal has been auspicious in its fabrication in tearing so many

people in their choice of loyalty. My Father proclaims truth as if Plato's Symposium was scribed for "Time and

Efficiency"  specifically and the new management has been David's binary curse being sacrificed for greed, or

Power. Whatever, I don't know why? He is just another victim of this uncertain World that uses force to 

control the team play over good people with personal comments that fabricate purpose built opinions. 

Strange how David was good enough when my Father was flat on his back and needed a wage.

David is my mentor, And  yet from a simple conversation, he says, I have led him to develop a new energy

device  he has been  testing  in the freezing conditions.  A device that will give the common man the power to

see and to irrigate on dry lands. Power to the people has become our engineering concerns.

It surprised me when David told me of a dream he had whilst in Nepal about this girl he named Amen'al?

He had said she was a lost sister. I'd had a dream too that framed certain characters he spoke of but my

account started with an Old man, who was preaching to the stars above.   An Aboriginal Elder maybe? a Ghost

of the bloodline from the oldest known culture on Earth. With hands raised toward the stars I propose the

character was in some sort of dreamtime. The strange part,  the elder wasn't the dream's focus, rather, a man

who stood behind him was,  in the elder's shadow with a rifle precariously pointing my way did;  hindsight

would is a good metaphor for the stranger in the shadows.  Dreams are fragmented memories I guess; but I

was heading towards the Sun on a giant dragonfly.

David reckons the centre of our Sun is Ice; and that everything in the Universe has come from nothing

I saw the great Planets align,  Jupiter  Neptune, the wounded healer and the Sun, and I was born in the

year of wounded healer. I knew Chiron from my study of astrological charts. The Sublime was ardent.

The Moon was full and all around was the structure of the Cosmos as I felt much peace floating around.

There had been too much madness & legal chaos over the past two years, the opinions like fly's covering

a turd and the Drama of legal arguments had ruled our families lives for way too long. Huge flares rose from

the surface of the Ice Sun in all directions reaching  out towards me with glowing white hands,  divine

elements  searching to share the created light by completing the chaos below. David has explained to me his

theory  on Hydrogen `x' of which I understand now. An dividing element, that completes the Chaos of our

mundane existence,  but providing  Laminar flow. Cold fusion in the void of space that also formed large Black

holes that appeared as the solar Waivs shook us.  I hung onto the beast as best I could. I'd read the story of

how  Jupiter had been sent away to save the Gods from man's time and maybe this story formed a basis.

Maybe myth would awaken our consciousness again to the controlled existence my work had theorized.

Flares forged a contiguous light against the black background of space and the insulating Carbon surfaces were 

visible below around the Ice Sun's core. I felt much Pity consuming me and I wished for escape but the

nightmare continued  and the Waivs of energy grew in strength as the heat from the surface radiated from

below.  David had once said to me, that carbon controlled the potential release of energy, through conductivity.

I think maybe if opinions have the same potential he would not be in such a state. The Dragonfly plunged down

into a opening ever so quickly and  I found we were inside a Sea of Gold.  I felt the heaviness of its gravity, 

as we entered a strange golden world with black mass below me in the distance.

My  feelings of Chaos were heightened further as I heard the whine, that abounded within this place.

Force controlling the equilibrium of life's given power, Madness  all around; the "Whine" was unbearable from

large screeching black birds. Thoughts came to me of a Child,  coming to this World unwanted? 

David says that Chaos theory had evolved into a science named Quantum mechanics and that the Ice Sun's

atmosphere would be the ultimate concealed hell. E-type beauty but sinister within.  The screams are what I

can recall clearly. My beastly dragonfly struggled to avoid the attacking birds as I lost my grip and fell.

I heard a voice  "Can you oppose me?"  and then I remember screaming too, falling towards the blacken floor

below; but then the focus changed again and I was standing in a cloud,  half way between the everything above

&  the nothing below. The  equilibrium between life & death presented a separated in a 1000°  half way

between a harmony & madness.

I watched as a  babe was carried away from this madness, my beastly friend leaving that cloudy footing, as

a young  lady appeared. She spoke  very softly, a deep reverberating accent and she was dressed in white.  I

awoke to write down this single paragraph, although my writing of that prose is clumsy and does not mirror

the script word to word, but shall suffice in description:

"The Gods will have you Spinning Around in Jupiter all around on the structure of the Cosmos to a places where you will be sailing in your dreams to far stretched reaches of our Galaxy. There will be the symbol of time who they call The Hour man, Here I stand watching you to give yourself to this higher power, what can I do to save you, except love you and will your strength to an immortal dimension so survival will pertain in your soul."