Queening the Pawn

A life on the line never to retreat despite the curve.

Always move straight forward in rows of one and two throws.

Once you reach uncharted ground of the kingdom you shall be QUEEN.

In the circle after shadows and lines disappear it shall be known....

Just how powerful we've become in this simulated war of Life.

Our hopes develop into dreams and those dreams relate guidance so we might find our way amidst the complexity of our creations. My dreams intent if for all of us. That each through our conscious efforts can impede life's current direction and cease the flow of our negative actions. Turning our directives for the environment and our diseased condition to a place where the health and balance of all things is paramount and can become our reality.

We have the power to struggle beyond our exhaustion and move any mountain. Times confusion and consumption of our efforts depletes humanity. But our eternal spirits should never be eluded by this concept, for it is she who conceived of time and space allowing humanity to reap life's benefits in the first place.

As we march along through the ages leaving the past behind, the artifacts in the rubble of the elusive moments in time. Pieces to fragment beyond our youth, leaving lies of illusion to sway the truth. Our dreams lay untouched, forgotten or misplaced, hopes are on the shelf of some forbidden place. The human race is dying, lying to itself and the truth moves on to the future bared open on the shelf.

Bonds to breach the silence and comfort our dying claim, immortalizing faces to bring their name to fame. On walls of the barrier we must climb to see beyond the daydreams and the horror, the nightmare and its sound. Therein hidden behind the shadows and the stilled dark rent space, shall spring the light to heal the waters and fill the human race.

As we move to the future where the cumulative effects lay bare, we shall break the sealed knowledge and the spirit shall be freed, so man confused and broken can be spared.

The answer is inside us. It is inside of everything. And the burden of the Cross of Lorraine of which both Jesus and Satan suffer, also courses through our arteries and veins. The answer is in all the fables they told, the myths and legends their stories obscured in metaphor. They knew the time would come that the knowledge inside us would surface and we would recognize the science they left etched on surface of the artifact in the rubble of time.

- Blanche McLanahan