Disclosure (Part One)

My left big toe was bruised to the bone after the incident last week. I still have a slight limp. But it's healing. I've learned a lesson in my cousin's death about seizing the day. My computer is in a coma so I haven't been able to blog or get messages for awhile. I was supposed to go see Maxwell but as I'm in another city and another state, I can't. I also can't explain why.

Going back through my logs and journals I know now that all of this was unavoidable, that I was destined to wake up here, far away from the place I called home, and to start chasing the white rabbit again, the one that scampered out of the front doors of the grand lodge knowing that I would go after it, that I would walk away from the familiar in the name of my destiny.

Now I'm on my way, a spaceship moving at impulse speed waiting to cue the hyperdrive that will take me toward a brand new battle, one where I was meant to be more than a lieutenant with his own unit, one where the tactics and strategies would be based on my own plans and not those of any others. Once again, one is the magic number. Once again what I want has been superseded by "the plan". I think I know how the story ends, but I have no idea of how I'm going to get there. That kinda sucks.

I am adding parmesan to fresh penne, chicken and mushrooms, then sprinkling a three cheese blend to complete the final product. The birds here are of a different species. There's less noise outside when I sleep. I'm not in jail, a hosptial, or a mental facility, if this is what you're wondering. Instead I am still chasing the god within me down the rabbit hole. The empty box where I once lived is now open.

I wanted my muse to sit with me on the futon and watch movies forever. But she went back to the forest. And I went back to the tower to spin straw into gold in the Big Man's hands. And that's how it is. You can ask Giz. The details will come here as it's safe to reveal them. I must log off now. They'll be here soon. Out.