“Look, Little Feet”, I hear my Grandfather say. I look in the direction my Grandfather is pointing and observe the Fire of Life ascending out of its urn.
“I have never seen the Fire of Life materialize without the entire quorum of elders being present and using their magic, have you Grandfather?” I say.
I start to say something else but my Grandfather puts his finger to his lips to silence me.
“Go get Yarga, and the rest of the elders, and be quiet about it.” Grandfather whispers.
“Garic remembered a bolt of lightning, dragging himself out of the river he was catapulted into, a brilliant red and white light, then only blackness as he slips into unconsciousness.”
Not sure if i am doing edit correctly.
forgive if I'm not.
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What if: a complete inability by modern scientists to, as yet, comprehend such "secrets" that lie beyond the microscope, yet are just as much a reality as items susceptible to probing and testing with chemistry and physics.
What if the art of telepathy were very much a reality, and possible, only unable to be found and/or manipulated by man's current state of, or lack thereof, development?
What if the Superior life forces that planet Earth's own scientists have been trying to make contact with for centuries,has finally taken place,but not in the way,nor by the technologies that todays scientists can or will comprehend.
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Thanks for the feedback.
I sure do wish I knew how to write,for if I did, the story in my head would be told.
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Thank you for making me think.Still trying,the story will get written.
Is this better?
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“Look, Little Feet”, I hear my Grandfather say.
I look in the direction my Grandfather is pointing and observe the Fire of Life ascending out of its urn.
“I have never seen the Fire of Life materialize without the entire quorum of elders being present and using their magic, have you Grandfather?” I say.
I start to say something else but my Grandfather puts his finger to his lips to silence me.
“Go get Yarga, and the rest of the elders, and be quiet about it.” Grandfather whispers.
“Garic remembered a bolt of lightning, dragging himself out of the river he was catapulted into, a brilliant red and white light, then only blackness, as he slipped into unconsciousness.”
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[This message has been edited by Craig (edited June 02, 2008).]