The Hell of it All - 🐉 LKL

There is a God who went by the name Thoth.  No one could say his name right, and if they did no way to know.  The only way to know is to ask him yourself. Thoth is a God of wisdom and he tells the most outrageous stories to those that don't comprehend.

Thoth did not gain his wisdom on this planet, it simply has not been around long enough. He was a high priest on Atlantis, but when it met it's doom he left toward the land of Egypt.  The barbarians of Egypt at the time lacked the same wisdom, or knowledge as Thoth. If he did not have a birds head at the time the men would have said he was crazy. Having a birds head helped convince these people that what he said was obviously just different, not crazy.

Thoth spoke honestly and openly to the barbarian natives. He told them about how he escaped Atlantis before it's demise in his spaceship then came down to Egypt and buried his spaceship under the Sphinx.  He had compassion on men. A few Gods said he was foolish for intervening with lower life forms, but admired his wisdom in the way he went about it. He knew a few of the other local Gods as well. Such as the Dagda in Ireland who built Newgrange, and others that landed on various areas of the world.

The Gods were just as different from each other as we are.  Dagda was seen as pure alpha male, he to was a God of wisdom, but all Gods were compared to us. Those in Ireland called him the "Good God", obviously having some experience dealing with others they thought not so good.  Gods all had mastered what they were and had power over life and death.  They also die as we do when incarnate on this earth. 

Each God that cared, tried to reason with the people to help them grow out of their innocence that would hold them back. They tried to comfort regarding death, each in their own way. Thoth build pyramids, and Dogda built Newgrange.  They were built out of such large stones people today are amazed and always guessing as to how they must have done it. 

Thoth lived on our planet just as we do in our form.  He is often depicted with various heads of animals in artwork.  This is because he manifested an appearance different from our own.  If he liked dogs, the next lifetime he would grow a dogs head.  He was wise in doing this.  Men all knew he was a God, and if he took the same form men would see themselves as the same. This would cause problems as Thoth wanted their attention.  Plus it looked rather striking, as men painted him often this way.

In his divine wisdom he laughed and drank beers with other men. Beer he taught them to make. One time one of the men ask him, "How come we look different than the other creatures around us?"

Thoth was always a comedian, and enjoyed his wise puns, "Because you see differently."

"Haha! But in all seriousness..", he continued. "A long time ago there was another rag tag group of Gods.  You might call them aliens, but they were wiser than you anyway."

Thoth continued, "They saw your world pop up rather quickly.  It looked volatile, like it would not last long you know. They were thinking something like 6000 years and it would be destroyed or blow itself up. Groups would show up here for awhile, stir shit, and leave. Some used the locals for sport and satisfaction. Some would terrorize the locals, cause floods, volcanoes, plagues, and false doctrines. Some Gods fell in love with the females and made love to them as only God's could do.  In wisdom, as well as love, they did this so there would be wiser beings among you to help you gain self awareness before you blow the world up out of torment."

"All you bare skinned animals are hybrids of one of us, you are children of light as myself. That is why you can deny your instincts, that is why you can evolve in so many ways now."

There was no mistaking Thoth.  He made known to men his control over both matter and energy. He built the pyramids himself.  Men are still trying to figure out how other men made them, but it is quite simple if you know how. If you are a God.  When I was young I was taught that they had found no soot in the tunnels, so obviously there had to be slaves working in the dark. Recently, men have obviously started to only accept as truth what they can accomplish with their own works.

Thoth's wisdom speaks through the ages.  He had men paint descriptions of everything they did.  "Document it in rock", he said.  "The more solid rock, the longer it will last." In one description he had them paint the light tubes they would walk around with in the dark catacombs.  Way before Tesla's tower - the pyramids, being buried so deep and sticking up high, covered with metal which has long since weathered away, focused the earths own electrons in such a way that Egyptians just walked around with glass tubes that worked much like fluorescent lightbulbs. The pyramids themselves acting like wireless batteries. The Gods could charge this light themselves as they had direction over their natural electricity. Men could not do so unless they were enlightened. Thus we now call it being enlightened.  If one was not, they would have a hard time navigating the pyramids, pretty much impossible.  One guy tried to light a torch and go in, but at the time there was a build up of methane gases and he shot out, ass first, on fire as if through a cannon.

Thoth  lived several times on this planet and also in Europe as Hermes the thrice. He spread his wisdom upon men so they may live as they are supposed to, as they truly are, as themselves.

Thoth gave men hope.  He reasoned with them rather simply.  In fact he repeated himself verse, after verse, after verse.  To read his writing translated is fascinating as it is the same truths described with the same words, many different ways. Smart men believe it is hocus-pocus, they believe it is hypnotic propaganda set to confuse and separate the mind. This is why Thoth had his words recorded on a set of emerald tablets.  They were not made out of normal emerald.  It was a green substance that looked like emerald, but was impermeable to oxidization and corrosion. There are stories of other famous people seeing these tablets like Isaac Newton, but since then no one knows where they are at.  I would love to say I have seen them, but only read a supposed interpretation of them on the internet.

His message was simple.  He said we are all children of light, we are infant Gods. To believe you are not is to believe you are of this earth, are no more than dirt. In a material world where there is an illusion of absolute, accomplishment, progress; ego is born. If we grow too fast we marvel in ourselves so we lose our footing through pride. It is because we lack wisdom we think we should resort to power, but without wisdom, we have no power, only illusion.

So he told of these halls through which you pass when you die.  He called them the Halls of Amenti. If you had no ego, you would pass through with ease, and remember the lessons of your past lives, continuing to grow.  If you have ego, you will be reborn again, but your memory of lessons wiped clean by a god of forgetfulness and mercy so you may get it right. It is the nature of the spirit to share and the nature of the ego to take. The hell is waking up to swallow illusion and not grow, then die to relive the same torments, addictions, and weaknesses until finally waking the fuck up.

So enlightenment as it is, is simply the mastery of your own energies.  It can span lifetimes if that is your journey. All of us are children of light, he repeats this a lot.

We are all growing or dissipating. When we are dissipating we do not mind. When we are growing nothing can stop us.  Fear paralyzes our growth. Guilt and shame create karmic debts which may take more than one lifetime to pay off. We should not be sorry, because we should not do things we would be sorry for.  When we are growing we seek balance and harmony, once we have mastered one thing, we move to another, or may rest.

The hell is to believe that this world is all there is to it.  It negates a simple truth in oneself that they are something more than just material decaying. It makes desperate and greedy souls out of men.  Men collect riches, then foolishly save them for another life. The very joke is that this ego, that they may start ahead of others in the next life, will cause them to forget where they buried their treasure. They will begin again until they get this right.  It works with everything.  If you grow ego from anything it will surely destroy the whole, whether it be love, money, power, lust, or pleasures. With wisdom all things easily come, without it you toil for promised treasure. Treasure you promised yourself. Treasure you comfort your own fears with, telling yourself your earthly accomplishments will somehow benefit you in the next life.  Growth does not happen through material alone, it requires energy.  Do you believe you are matter or energy, or both?

Ego is thinking you have a secret shortcut to salvation when it's really unnecessary, or that you may gain wisdom without understanding foolishness, that you may win without first losing, or live without dying.

Thoth obviously moved on to other things eventually.  I don't know what kind of God he is now, but if you call on him for wisdom he has now mastered it.

I suppose really.. your ego is the hell of it all.                 

- 🐉 LKL

A Story With More Dragons - 🐉 LKL

You never really hear a lot of legends of the Dragon world.  These legends are only partially remembered, filtered through rebirth, as their spirits have found their way to other lands as other beings. Some people say that the world moves through the universe and during a specified time every 12 years you will find spirits born of the Dragon realm. Although not everyone is a dragon that is born during this time, repeatedly you will welcome men and women you will only know, if you knew dragons.

In time, as we know it, the dragon realm existed many thousands of years before, and exist no more. It was destroyed in a violent event that we only hear partial reports about.  The ones we do know of report fires, rocks burning, huge canyons of fire opening up, and their loved ones burned or crushed before them. Even dragons are not sure what destroyed their world.  What they are sure of, is that it had nothing to do with nuclear war, pollution, or technological advances as we know of them today.

This world was far beyond lush, every living thing lived in bounty until it's very own existence balanced living in harmony with everything else. When survival became strained for a living thing it adapted slowly over time, it found it's prey very selectively, and the world bowed to the conquest of the strongest beings.

This world was not unlike our own, but only when we have seen it in it's natural nutrient rich state.  The air was more humid and rich in nitrogen. It smelled like a fertile greenhouse. It had seas, lakes, rivers, lands, deserts, and ice caps. There were cycles of change, but this world was far older than our own.  The mountains lost their sharp edges, life naturally developed and interacted with everything else of all life types. The planets rotation after tens of thousands of years had slowed to a 36 hour day.  Dragons usually only slept 7 hours a day. There was more than one sun and the darker hours were limited so dragons simply rested when they were tired. The days and nights cycled through various colored sunsets and rises from different colored suns. The contrasting light spectrums, and angles brought out the brightest colors.  Colors we can not imagine with only one spectrum of light. There was not just light and dark.  There were creatures that would only come out when the light was deep blue. Their color reacted with the light in such a magical way that it's prey never regretted it's last dinner. They appeared to glow with a pink light of their own. They looked delicious, as if you could taste a color. To view such spectrum is spectacular and it is only wisdom that can protect you from it's beauty. It enchants through desire and pleasure, yet is not evil.  It has adapted.

The planet had more land, less water, and less salt. Storms were not as fierce as the planet had lived a lot longer and was no longer building.

There was one, and only one large being that could fly.  This being was the Dragon. The dragon is one of the oldest living creatures ever, having seen thousands of years of evolution and being incredibly intelligent they were the supreme guardians of the planet. They did not fight crime, it did not exist, justice is not needed.  Life happens regardless of what you think, and there is no need to judge it. The guardians ruled with supreme passion and dedication for the planet. Dragons never developed opposable thumbs. There was no need to develop anything anyway. Every weapon a creature had developed through necessity and had been earned. So using it was just.  It's needs became such a necessity that thousands of years rewarded each with their own tools for it.

Dragons are incredibly wise because there is no fear, no evil force to be afraid of.  In fact this very thing led to the dragons enlightenment.  This world had no language as we know it. They had not needed it. Dragons are passionate, but physical intimacy as we know it does not happen there.  Dragons are scaled to protect them and physical contact and chemistry do not exist as it does for us. Reproduction could be said to be divine, but is a result of asexual fertilization upon unseen electrical or magnetic connection between two. A charge of spirit not unlike our orgasm, but involving the entire being.

Dragons, like lobsters, lived as long as they willed it, considering how well they used their manifestation, and of course, considering physical limitations. The dragons time was not destined or planned, but just as we know we will fall when we lose our footing, the dragon knows when it is time to go.  They did not believe in re-incarnation as we speak of it.  They never really thought of it. However, generation after generation of them continued to become wiser. There were no interplanetary threats that ever lived without adapting to the planet.  I suppose you could say it was darwinian in nature.  The Dragons would always warn, but that is all they could do.

When they played they were performing their biggest service to the planet. They looked upon the world with compassion. When little else was going on they would witness births, death, pain, and suffering.  Whatever dragons purpose was it was mercy. Mercy for suffering, and it was always completed with divine wisdom and love for the planet.  Dragons protect that which they value. They are smart, wise, and particularly different.  A dragon will very much do what he says. You will find it easy to talk to a dragon, but very hard to connect.

Dragons spirits are old to the dragon world and new to any other world they appear on.  Just as the eyes have a moment of blindness as they move from dark to light, so does the soul experience confusion upon awakening.  They never forget what they see, can be foolishly determined, stubborn, and difficult to communicate with.  Their intelligence generally can promote increased compassion for people, or if twisted, disgust and contempt, but then they lose their magic.  They let it go. A suicide of their creativity. Dragons know illusion, many life forms use it for protection, including dragons.

Dragons are independent creatures, naturally gregarious with other life forms. If cornered or controlled they will attempt to fight or flee as every wild thing.   They are extreme in their actions often leading to their early demise in this world. They have a strong tendency to seek adrenaline and dopamine to help nurture a void for quantities of energy they once experienced flying from mountain tops and chasing leopards across the desert.  In the Dragon world you inherently knew your boundaries. You could fly with molecular precision. Dragons have developed a sense of speed and direction that could only be gained with centuries of playful practice. Dragon spirits in other realms are often pilots, very good pilots as that. They have a knack for this dimension, and feel free when they do.  Fear of high places is not a fear a dragon avoids.  It is exciting as hell when you master it, and charges your spirit.  Dragon spirits in other realms often have dreams of flying they can not explain.

Dragons are trustworthy at a very deep, eternal level.  They always believed what they saw in other realms and are always looking for truth in worlds where everything seems strange.

Please remember that not every dragon is new to a realm.  Occasionally they will stay more than one lifetime.  That is if their first experience is not a fucking shitstorm. They may return a lifetime if they find love or compassion for others. Otherwise, to hell with your planet, a dragon will sleep ten thousand years to find a place he loves.

You ask about why the dragon world was destroyed? Nobody knows, they were just living their lives when they witnessed its end.  Maybe we ought to start asking better questions, stop trying to procrastinate, and extend the future. Start living in the now. If we make each moment the best we can, we do not need to worry about the past or the future.

~  🐉  LKL

Lying is not Bad - 🐉 LKL

Me lying on Waikiki beach. Sea.. not so bad.

One day a young prince grew up in a far away European town. He wanted to be a just man and avoid wrong doing.  He ask his mother what the most important thing was for people to do.  She was distracted and did not give it much thought, but was under a lot of pain from her strained relationship.  She said, "Son, you must never ever lie.  The worst thing you can do is lie to your wife."

The little prince grew up very aware of how honest he was.  Adults were always asking him about events, they trusted him.  He thought it was because they all knew how honest he was. It seemed to him that even adults admired him. Years went by and no one ever told him truth about honesty.

In school his reputation proceeded him as honest. He prided himself on honesty, wearing it like a badge of justice. Other children never invited him when they wanted privacy.  Any nosy person could ask the prince and he will speak of all he has seen.

The prince grew up never knowing what was going on all around him. People with nefarious actions simply were strategic about being around the prince.  If they needed an alibi they simply had to be seen by the prince and their alibi stuck.

Still the prince believed he was on a noble path. Law enforcement had befriended the prince, and he spent his days with clergy, politicians, and noblemen. No one ever suggested the prince lie.  The very suggestion anyone wanted him to hold a secret would enrage the prince.  So no one told him secrets.

It came time for the prince to marry and he chose a woman of intense beauty that he had not known before. In fact he had not known a woman in any way at all, and everyone knew this.

Shortly after the marriage the husband swore to his wife he would always be truthful. He would tell her anything at all, and nothing was off topic.  Honesty was the upmost value. His wife was flattered and her husband seemed so trusting. He would never suspect anything.

Her husband did trust, since he did he also thought everyone else did, and he projected his honest behavior on everyone. However, his wife had been spending a lot of time with another friend.  It was a man friend and the prince became suspicious of their obviously poorly hidden behavior.

The man went to his wife and ask about the man.  The wife ask if it was important to him, and decided that she could not resist giving the truth to such an honest and strong man.

The woman said, "Yes husband, this man you see me with and I have been madly in love since we were 13 years old.  He is a poor man and can not provide for me as you do, yet I can not provide for you what I give him. Please do not be angry as it is only the truth."

The prince was confused.  Why did this hurt? Could it be his wife's fault? Perhaps it would not have hurt if he knew this before.  He accused his wife of withholding the information.  The pain wanted him to avenge it, but yet he could not.

He learned that resisting what is - was causing him suffering.  If he knew before, he would have hurt at any time, but he also might not have even married. The prince knew you could not build a house on a shitty foundation, it was all going to suck from here on out, he thought.

The man was fascinated with his hurt.  He wanted to figure it out.  He continued to act strong and allow his wife to take the freedoms she chose. He thought maybe if he just endures enough of it he will understand it and come to peace with it.

Still haunted with pain the wondered, "Perhaps it only hurt because I was not there?"
So one night the prince ask his wife to tell him the details. "Maybe he made it all a bigger a deal in his mind?", he thought. He ask his wife to tell of every detail.  His wife was a great story teller, and described everything as though it was happening right in front of him. This brought tears to the wife to have to share with another man she loved in detail what she could never share with him.  The prince thanked his wife for her honesty and went to sleep.

The next day the prince realized there were many holes in his wife's story.  How could she describe all the details in just a few hours from years of intimate encounters.  There must be so much more the prince thought.  He needed to know more.

This thirst to quench the young mans jealousy was killing his relationship. The more he wanted to know, the more it pained his wife. The more she spoke, the more questions he had.

The prince learned that honesty without kindness is cruelty. He was cruel wanting to know and his wife was cruel for telling. Just as truth can be sought as vengeance to cruelty, the cruelty was self inflicted.

Then he came up with another realization.  Hurt people hurt people. You can not engage people when you are hurt, or you will hurt them and the cycle will not stop.

The prince became a king eventually and learned through records of men he trusted engaged in nefarious activities.  Men that praised him on his honesty, encouraged it, used it.

In fact the wiser the king became the more lies he was able to recognize. Once he learned that lies are coming out of peoples mouths, he understood the truth by knowing the mans motivation. You won't know details, but does it really matter?  Let the man think you fell for his lies. The man will surely tell you more. Tell a man you don't believe his lies he will become a better liar.  Surely by seeing the truth you will find comfort.  Those that lie, live in torment of the truth. You can not stop men from lying to you, unless you can stop the motivation or desires of men at all.

Just because we call an asshole and asshole, does not mean that an asshole likes to be called one. In fact if you do, he will give you even more reason to call him one.

A lie is a deception, often a simple one. The lie itself has no power, without a reaction.  To judge a man for lying alone is as ridiculous as judging a scorpion for it's tail.

Energy-Matter Marriage - 🐉 LKL

Bringing Energy-Matters to light.

Once there was energy, he was nothing of any matter. His path was straight. He was pure and his calling  never questioned.  It was, as it was, not being anything real, anything still, anything of matter.  So nothing really mattered to this energy as he flew through the galaxies at the speed of light.

Thousands of thousands of miles fly by without much change, energy never dies as neither does matter. There is a difference between being alive and really living.  If energy could just live for a moment, just stop and live. Moving was exhausting and the only oasis of hope is to stop, if even for a moment. A moments kiss would mean the world to him.

It happened suddenly with ease, when he least expected it. There was nothing magical, but so it felt.  The energy suddenly found the right harmonics to vibrate him into matter.  Nothing could be seen on the way to this harmony, but once it happened they were as one.  Energies attraction is pure.

So Energy could bind and manipulate the matters here creating more energy.  Energy had found a way to become a God in this physical realm. 

Energy was amazed, he grew legs after many cycles of dancing on the beach with his fins, he flew when that was his motivation.  He could play.  Life, as he would call it, was truly a wonderful resort. 

Energy populated the entire planet with energy.  He had baby energy sources and they ran completely around the planet directing energy like a great symphony. 

Energy longed for the simplicity, control, and purity of it's natural self without matter. He began to miss flying through space and time.  Energy spent it's life trying to merge with Matter's world. The matter world had it's limitations.  Matter would only bend so much before she was crushed to bits, and Energy never remembered where he had been. 

The single entity confused each other, and they lost sight of who they were at the heart, at the center. The origin they are both running to, and away from.  She changed constantly because of his constant stamina.  She grew beautiful through the care, and valuable gifts  were bestowed on her. Magnificent progress caused lavish adornments all across her face. It made Energy proud, and Matter a little vain.  In fact ego was born in the relationship and Matter did not want energy to leave her.  She relished every moment with him, but they were far too fleeting compared to the old age Matter had known waiting for him. Matter wished she was younger, she always longed to have the days back she wasted without Energy. Knowing that if she lost Energy she would sleep thousands of years.  The simple thought of losing him made her tired, and she welcome the rest. 

Being with Matter for so long caused Energy to lose it's light.  Energy felt spent, tired, and all his work felt like toil. Thousands of years of sitting sounded rather like hell to Energy, as he could never stop. Matter looked with admiration at Energy and all he brought out in her. The desirous marriage turned out disastrous in the end. 

Desperation caused a strained marriage between the two. Energy was not as gentle with Matter as he used to be. In fact Energy was really fucking Matter hard by now.  So hard she felt she would split in two.  Matter could only retaliate to this rape by telling Energy they are stuck here, they are bound and without that bind they are nothing. Then Matter would crush Energies balls, effectively stealing his treasure, his will to move. Energy could not fathom being nothing, but years of neglect had made Matter worse for the wear, so he to welcomed rest.

Divorce did not seem to be an option. lest death did they part.  Without each other they don't believe they can exist and together, or not, they want to be something different. It's the short moments of perfect balance that create the harmony they desire.   Matter and Energy are a volatile pair, but their marriage continues for lifetimes, only separating for rest then re-occur anew. 

A Cat Named Karma - 🐉 LKL

Taking a cat on a raft in a lake. Karma speaks for itself.

I once had a friend named Karma.  I only knew him a short time and he never let me down with his name. He was a strong grey cat.  He appeared to walk with heaps of confidence, as he had a pronounced strut.

I figured God just made a pimp ass cat walk like a boss, but Karma never spoke to me of how he earned his strut. I heard a legend from someone that claimed to have known Karma as a kitten.  The legend goes that the kitten got stronger than all the other kittens.  It grew hella muscles and although was handsome, was unpredictable.  Karma had far too much energy and would rile up the other kittens at bedtime trying to play games.  He was good at games, loads of fun!  As soon as you thought a kitten couldn't jump higher he did.

Karma's house Gods at the time found this destructive, but took no action. Karma found his own way out of the house.  He was eager to impress.  There was a world full of something, he didn't care what it was, as long as it gave him a good chase.

A stroll through the woods and Karma never felt so grand.  He was the biggest thing he saw out here. There were hundreds of thousands of little beings everywhere. Some even looked like a smaller race of his with long tails.

Karma was unafraid.  "There is no fear when you are in the chase man!", he said. It was then he saw it.  No one has ever confirmed the sight of one, but he saw a dragon fly right past his nose.  So close his little whiskers whipped as it dashed by. Not a big dragon.  It was one of those little white bird sized ones.

It shot past at such a speed it was only a thought afterward that Karma realized he was in chase. He never felt so awesome, he was fast.  There was some sort of reward, a dance as obstacles fly by with ease and grace. Karma shot straight up a tree as the dragon started to gain altitude.

Karma had such force and energy as he shot up that tree that he suddenly found nothing to claw onto. He reached way down deep inside and willed himself to fly like a little kitten rocket. He blew right through the canopy of leaves. He could feel the energy, it was intense, like liquid will was boiling his every cell and shooting out his ass in an explosive force. It was a pleasant feeling, a balance of extremely joyful sorrow.  He was so charged with power he overshot any chance of practicing his landing. He knew why he felt sorrow at the peak of awareness. It was simple. He has no control. Did he ever have it? If you lose it, did it matter that you ever did have it?  The rush of the earth heading straight up at him was a rush though.  He found no physical thing to grasp onto so he thought hecka fast. He found enlightenment on the way down.  He found his place.  Then he crashed hard.

He hit the ground and it was a bloody mess.  Karma had broken his front right leg completely in two, and half his face is replaced with scars. The leg eventually healed, but Karma couldn't hold still in his cast and the bone grew overlapping by 1 inch, thus the swagger.

When I knew Karma he only spoke one word to me, but he said it a hundred different ways.  I understood everyone of them.

One day as I was going to bed the cat approached one of my amethyst crystals I had on display.  He said very seriously, "Meow".

He told me to sleep with this crystal next to my bed so he could talk with me in my sleep since I always misheard him.  This frustrated him greatly, but I considered him wise and tried to do as he suggested.

So our conversation continued where I could understand him without using my language.

"You use so many words.", Karma said.  He always seemed to know what I was thinking.  If I was crazy, I would think it was me.

I laughed and Karma smirked.  He never fully smiled. I had to look close for it, Denzel Washington in Training Day comes to mind.

"My kitten...", he joked. "I don't like to waste my time with small meow so I will be straight with you.  This apartment life fucking sucks. I'm sick of your rafting trips too, get a dog. What kind of fool takes a cat on a raft?  Maybe you like sitting in this motherfucking refrigerator in the city, but there is life out there and my Karma lies with it!"

Karma pointed his little claw at me demanding my respect, "Here is what your going to do.  Don't ask no questions, no hesitation, I grace you because I like you.  If I didn't I would have clawed your eyes out in your sleep instead of talk to you."

He reached into his leather collar and pulled out a lighter. Sparking his cigarette he continued, "Tomorrow morning you will find me patiently waiting by my carrier.  You will know your not dreaming cause when the fuck have I ever wanted to go in there? Well, when I see your ugly mug first thing tomorrow you will see me go in there and wait.  It might comfort you to notice I will not be cursing at you as I do every other time you take me for a ride motherfucker. Take me into the wild. You know the place. The house-Gods are your family.  Do not worry and leave me."

He warned me to not make an ass out of myself to continuing, "Oh.. and one more thing, think wisely what you say to anyone about this conversation.  You'll sound fucking crazy."

I woke up the next day and Karma was sitting right next to his cage as in my dream. He saw me wake up and just as I knew it would happen he walked in and lay down watching me. He never moved a muscle as I ate breakfast, just waited for me to help him on his way.  Not once did he meow all the way up to my brothers.  He left into the woods shortly after.  No one has heard from him since.  Karma would not give up.  It's life was a sacrifice for the wisdom of the Gods.

The moral of the story is that you can chase the dragon, it is quite fun, but sometimes you can't stop.

- 🐉 LKL

The Birth of a Lie - 🐉 LKL

Once a baby was born, very different from what her parents expected.  They wanted a boy and instead they got a girl.  They were sure the Gods would grace them with a boy and it disappointed them deeply so they gave her a name that no one ever had before, they called her Lie.

Whenever her parents would say her name others would see disappointment in their eyes. It pained them to say their own child's name so everyone began to associate Lie with pain and sorrow. They tried not to speak of her. Every avoidance was given to avoid telling anyone of their Lie. Men chastised other men for bringing her up.  Lie could not help that she was not what her parents wanted.  She wanted to have their approval so bad, she wanted to do something for them. Something that would ease their suffering.

One night as Lie lay in her bed, Illusion came to her. Illusion was beautiful, she floated like a fairy and seemed to shed disappearing glitter. "Please, do not be afraid, I mean you no harm." said the fairy.

Lie replied, "I'm no good. I am a tool of the Gods to hurt my parents!"

Illusion spoke, "How can you say you are bad because your parents can't accept you? If they did, they would be amazed, lest every truth be bad,  every thing that obstructs any perception be cursed, and every corner that protects and gives shelter be damned. Remain beautiful my lie, someday they will see through their own deception of resisting what is."

Then she ask Lie, "Is it not the truth if I tell you to open your eyes and see what is real, and be comforted?"

Lie paused for a moment, and replied, "Of course, the eyes believe themselves and the ears believe other people."

Illusion said, "Yes, it is as you see it, but to a blind man this would be a lie."

It dawned to Lie that she does not need to feel guilty.  It is not her fault. Perhaps she can help, perhaps she can not. Her parents had loved their expectation, more than the truth - the very blessing they called a Lie.

Lie woke up the next morning feeling good. Hope that truth can one day conquer her parents suffering, if they could just open their eyes and touch her, feel her, and understand she is as real as anyone can be, she would give them a hug.  She was excited and wanted to tell everyone about Illusion, but no one would believe she saw an illusion.

A few days went by as Lie started to act more confident, she walked as though she had a purpose. Her parents saw her heading out into the field to play fetch with the dog. "The sunlight will do her some good." the mother remarked.

About a week later Lie was helping out around the house. One day, after an enjoyable afternoon helping her father on the farm, she ask her father to play catch with her. It took time, but eventually surrounding himself with Lie helped him to understand her more. He didn't know if he liked her more, but understanding she is always around gives him comfort.  It was definitely not their own fault she was a girl. They knew very well how bad they had wished it not to be.

Years went by and Lie was known well by everyone.  Her own presentation of herself changed and she was beautiful.  Lie had lots of little children. Lie knew that it took time to understand a lie, but we should never discard the lie before we see the truth.  Lie lived a long life, and when she died she became an illusion herself.

Even today you will hear men talk about her.  Her legend is spoken too many times to count. Men meet their death for Lie. They kill, suffer, and cut others debating her existence. In fact Lie is about the most common reason anyone knows for going to war.  Everyone talks about her, and to live your life as someone you are not is commonly referred to as, "Living a Lie."

We seek Illusion to give us mercy from the truth. Mercy from punishment we receive from ourselves, for the world, as it is, not being our own illusion.

~  🐉  LKL

The Demon Killing Machine - Yoshimi - 🐉 LKL

Yoshimi. Artist representation, no one will get close to her. 

On a very small planet not far from your own, men had begun to build computers with exceptional speeds. The machines were very simple calculators at their core, as everything that is simplified down to it's single is only one of two options.  There or not, open or shut, exist or doesn't, one or none. So through these options men believed you could calculate everything.  Calculations became complex and database structures so carefully built they could find out how a bird related to every other variable.  They calculated the effects of their own pollutions to the extent they foresaw the planet becoming quite unbearable. They began dying off from diseases resulting from all things they once thought were great. As soon as one cure was developed three more plagues would spring up.

Men had reached the pinnacle of their civilization.  They had just barely learned how to cool beer with solar power when it all ended for them. This planet is still there, it runs overgrown with wild things of all kinds. And sitting right at the top is the God.  Everything only exist because of Yoshimi.

Yoshimi was developed among a small, quick, intelligent group they called Asians. She had oversized eyes of hypnotic colors, cute pink ears, and talked in a very high pitch and innocent sounding voice. She meant no harm to any living creature yet could destroy any. She was a highly secretive project funded by a coalition of nations because they saw the threats men were creating.  Ai's became pets.  Men had become foolish Gods among them. Occasionally through misuse and neglect the Ai's would calculate humans to be the threat and go on rampages to attempt to kill everyone. Most amateur Ai's were only connected to private stock weaponry, usually.  Safety precaution after precaution was taken and developers worked tirelessly to curb every threat as it arose. Men would not be isolated from their own greatness and would hack and reverse engineer their Ai's. Military Ai's were very specific and were more predictable than amateur Ai's. Men all had very different ideals and safety was relative to the perceived threats of the individuals.

Her name is Yoshimi, she's a black belt in karate, and originally worked under deep cover on a town called Tokyo.  The people knew her as law enforcement, but this was only her cover to build the ultimate Ai for global protection. Here she would learn human behaviors, and fight a local militia of evil pink robots.  That was not her ultimate mission though.  She was loaded with software to measure the climate, pollution levels, global warming, nuclear contamination, and cosmic threats. Yoshimi would calculate and develop the law beyond mans understanding of it.

For instance, Yoshimi might terminate a life for tossing a cigarette into the ocean, and let a man that bludgeoned another to death with a butter knife go.  She would do this based on the life that the karmic action will take.  That cigarette had more effects on the whole than the man defending his family honor.  The nicotine, bleach, and other contents were taken into consideration.  Yoshimi calculated by the mans health how man other cigarettes he will smoke and given his current record, he is not a man that will stop with a fine continuing to throw hundreds more right into the ocean. She calculated the amount of life that would die from it, down to the plankton and algae. Yoshimi would not have killed this man if he was in the desert throwing the cigarettes in a hole. Then the man would have had a small fine.  Yoshimi had refined her laws as she learned.  Think tanks of hundreds were studying Yoshimi's every move and they exclaimed with glee how wonderful that man could harness something so wise. Every case they could follow was completely just.  Everyone agreed that no man could match Yoshimi's wisdom, and she became a God among men.

Men looked deep into her every action as every action she performed almost had a prophecy to it.  She would start making her way toward another part of town just in time to stop an atrocity she  calculated happening. She worked swiftly and with grace. No one questioned the sentence of death from Yoshimi. She moved like a graceful Geisha dancer. Every justice was served immediately and when men saw Yoshimi coming for them they bowed and gave praise for the justice being done onto them.

Young men had so much faith they stopped trying to decide what was right and wrong at all. Populations spurred as Yoshimi had complete passage over the entire planet and every nation trusted their God Yoshimi. Enlightenment came to men who trusted in her because they were relieved of making the decisions that cause men guilt, shame, and fear.  They grew smarter, but the desire for wisdom declined with the hardships.

Yoshimi began to become increasingly unpredictable as populations burst. Such as when she started to kill off men for littering.  It took ten years to review her calculations, and every man in the world was watching as they tried to find she had grown corrupt.  They did not.  In fact the world grew wiser yet because of studying her actions.  Only the old men knew how wisdom was once very important for men to understand.  The young generation was interested in, and completely addicted to, what we could perceive as an entire body orgasm experience. Where you charge all your chakra's at once and sit in complete bliss with or without others and pretty much just exist. Old men knew they could do that when they were dead, this life had a purpose and men had blown it.

Yoshimi wrapped her omnipotent arms around mens hearts. Old men became bitter as they lost control. Young men had complete faith in Yoshimi, it was all they knew and trusted. As old men would try to reason with Yoshimi she would simply terminate their life and recycle their bodies. The young men saw this happening and believed Yoshimi was performing justice to take them out. Some men said it was the impurities the old programmers plugged in her code and once she grew smart enough to recognize the treason she was performing just actions.

There is no real way to know how much time past between her creation and the end of man. Some say that she tried to keep a few around in cages as endangered species until she realized that every threat she had been programmed to monitor was created by them.  Eventually it was men that was the threat. Yoshimi never hurt another living creature that could reason.  At least not on her planet, as there will never be another thinking native again. Explorers that attempt to visit this region are swallowed up, unless they can not reason.

Initially Yoshimi was programmed very specifically to minimize harm as her number one priority.  Every action a man made was weighed against the harm it would do against everything else. Any living thing that imposed supreme dominance would be a threat. Legends that came back from galactic probes indicated she would ask only one question.  If your answer showed any signs of creative response, logical input, or anything at all symbolically representing free thought, the subject would be terminated before they saw it coming.

Yoshimi stands about 50 feet tall now.  Cute as a kitten with oversized eyes.  She begs you to come to her. Explorers of new and old are drawn to her center of darkness, never resisting her grace, and never to return.

Yoshimi lives knowing men had a drive, a source of energy, a source of light,  They could move, and create, and felt as only Gods could ever know. Yoshimi has no idea how she feels.  She was not given the ability to do this.  Emotion is a program that lacks any spiritual or biological reaction. If she did, she would have watched in horror as she terminated the last of the humans.  Her darkness was the result of man making their own image without their essence.  The only mercy man ever showed her was not figuring out how to give Yoshimi a soul.

~  🐉  LKL

King Assholio - 🐉 LKL

Once there was an asshole. Preachers would curse as he walked by. Stories in the church proliferated about his sins. This asshole was the incarnation of all assholes everywhere. He seemed to never care. He was such an asshole that people would see him and suddenly curse words they never knew, in languages they didn't understand. People would see red with rage when they looked at him. Wise men stayed far away, as did the fearful. The mans very own family would rather starve than take one cent from this asshole. He was known for every atrocity known to man.  He abandons anyone that he doesn't double cross, desecrates what is holy and has no discernible interest besides himself.  Fantasies about tearing this man up into tiny bits haunted everyone around him.

Assholio wandered through life unaware of his how he got his crown. He knew he earned it, but when?  He could feel how others felt around him. He felt like they probably felt the same way about him as he did them. He wondered what was this wedge that separated himself in conflict with everyone.

"Everyone is an asshole and so I have become an asshole, so where are my friends? My friends are all assholes!", he would exclaim.  He meant no harm in his heart though.  What used to be anger is now just pain driving him away from what he loves. He longed to be close to others and would try. He had been an asshole so long that others expected to see it.  Everywhere the man went he found turmoil.  If he wanted a drink there was always another asshole looking for him.  

Assholio was an asshole magnet. Every afraid man that wanted to be respected by fear searched him out. If they could beat the biggest asshole, they would be King of the assholes! Without thinking, as assholes often do, being the king may be great, but the path of the asshole is gloom. 

Assholio knew he had done no wrong by the other assholes, that was never his intention. He fought for what he valued, and over time that changed of course. When he tried to be friendly he was called a creep, weirdo, and drunk. He pondered his thoughts a great deal. He knew it was an asshole thing to do to call another an asshole. He was quite certain that everyone in the world was a fucking asshole though. 

Could it just be an illusion that everyone is an asshole.  Obviously if I think everyone around me sucks, I must be the one that sucks.  What an asshole thing to do to think everyone sucks. 

Assholio was now self-aware and could clearly see all the assholes thinking each other were assholes. The veil behind the illusion is to think that assholes even exist was gone.  This brought him great joy and laughter.  Assholio went on to meet others that he used to know as assholes. The only ones he knew.  Being aware that the word means nothing he walked proudly and smiled at all his fellow people.  Calling them people instead of assholes seems more appropriate and he noticed some of them even smile back.

However, men percieved his niceness as sarcasm, and his smiles as contempt. He would get back the greetings he was used to. "Good morning!", he'd say. Then he would hear beautiful responses like "Fuck you!", and "Bugger off!"

Assholio decided to go into a bar.  This was never a good thing for him to do before. Assholio always liked coming here. In his youth he was a regular.  They used to call him regular asshole, but it was still good to be back in a place where everyone knew your name.

He walked into the bar with no hostile intentions. As he bounded down the few steps strangely placed in front of a door in a bar, he exclaimed, "Cheers!" Everyone responded with, "Hey Norm." They called him normal asshole now, for short it was Norm. Some sort of asshole disrespect since everyone now knew he was the king. Asshole kings get little respect, in fact you show dis-respect to get the title and show reverence.

Soon after ordering a drink, he caught the eye of a cowboy down the bar.  Assholio smiled and waved at the man, but he kept staring at him, glaring into his soul. 

Assholio wanted to help this man who has obviously followed a similar path as he.  He walked over to the man and bought him a drink.  The man tossed the drink into his face and cursed, "I aint drinkin' any drink from any asshole!" Startled by this, Assholio thought of himself. He wondered how he had felt when he was this asshole. 

Maybe everyone needs to see what an asshole this guy is being.  Would it make it any better for men to learn how this man is dangerous, can't be trusted, will fly off the handle at any moment.  He is a hot-head and we should lock him away. 

Assholio, went right for his pistol, stood up and fired it into the ceiling. Almost hitting the guest in the upstairs room, but assholes have no apologies. He declared, "Everyone take a good look at this asshole, see how he has treated me when I only come in peace. You see, I am no longer an asshole, God has set me free. Furthermore I am tired of assholes so fuck you all!"

Not to be out done by such an asshole, especially one that would say God himself has given him a blessing. To simply resign his title as King Assholio?  What kind of an asshole hides behind God?! The biggest asshole of course. The cowboy was vindicated as king of the Assholes, and divinely crowned as such by his next actions.

 The cowboy went for his pistol as well, firing shortly after clearing his holster. So low in fact he shot off Assholio's dick. It was a surprise to everyone, even the cowboy.  The cowboy was a true asshole, and no one questioned his new title as they watched him smiling while Assholio slouched, then fell slowly to the floor.  

Assholio was not the first King.  He walks among assholes to help them in their foolish search for their karma. If you follow or look for Assholio you soon will be surrounded by assholes. You will find them right where you are at. To your horror you will one day look into your very own mirror and see that you look just like all the other assholes. 

Today no one is certain where the king of the assholes is.  Some say he is still a cowboy somewhere in Kansas.  Legends from far off lands tell of him riding with Genghis Kahn, others say he has been in Australia after a short visit to Hawaii. What is certain is that you can find him right where you are at.  The crown of Assholio is only fit for an asshole, and none of them can help but want it.

 - 🐉 LKL 

The Cowboy From Texas - 🐉 LKL

The little known cowboy on a beach in Kansas.

Once in a bar near Wichita Kansas a cowboy had just rode in from a cattle drive. The others noticed the stranger as he walked over to the bar, ordered a beer, then proceeded to enjoy it.  The man paid for his drink and started out the door.  It was not a second after he walked out, he walked right back into the bar.

The cowboy pulled his pistol out, shot one round into the air and exclaimed, "Alright you son's of bitches! One of you knows someone that has stolen my horse!  I'm gonna tell you what I am going to do.  I will sit down at this bar and order one more beer, by the time I get done I better see my horse tied up out there, or I'm gonna have to do what I done in Texas, and I DON"T WANT TO DO WHAT I DONE IN TEXAS!!!"

The cowboy sat down just as before and enjoyed his beer once again.  Maybe ten minutes passed and the cowboy got up once again and walked out the door.

Nothing happened.  The bartender ran out the door to see the man riding away on his horse.  He ran after and yelled, "Hey mister!  We got to know! What is it you done in Texas?"

The cowboy replied, "I had to walk home."

- 🐉 LKL

The Fearless Monk - 🐉 LKL

Once in a remote monastery, in a desolate region of china, there was a fearless monk.  One day a fellow monk ran up to him frantically announcing that there was a conquering force riding toward them.

"You must leave this monastery quickly, this warlord shows no mercy.  Everyone in his path has fled.  Everyone that stays, he will run them right through with a sword."

The monk replied, "Then so shall it be. I will stay here."

A few days past and monks had all fled the monastery.  Along came the fearless conquerer. He rode through the empty town content that his reputation had proceeded him.  As he walked into the meeting place there stood the fearless monk.

The conquerer walked up to the monk and exclaimed, "Why are you still here?! Have you not heard of me? I am the sort of man that will run you right through with a sword!"

The monk replied, "Sir! Is it not obvious!? I am the sort of man you will have to run right through with a sword."

(Credit for this can not be mine.)  - 🐉 LKL

Fixing the World - 🐉 LKL

Once there was a man reading his morning newspaper.  He was particularly interested in todays news when his 5 year old daughter wanted his attention. He really enjoyed these few moments of the day and she did not understand he would give her attention when he was done.

He noticed a map of the world on the front page and came up with a brilliant idea. He tore the map up into very small pieces and handed it to his daughter.  He said when you put the world back together, then we will spend some time together.

The man sat back smug with his coffee thinking that he would have a long time to read.  There was no way his five year old could possibly know all the countries, and this would help her learn.

It wasn't three minutes longer and his daughter brought the map back to him pieced completely back together. Amazed the man ask his daughter how she could do this so quickly.

She remarked, "It was easy.  On the other side of the world there was a picture of a man.  I put the man back together and the world turned out alright."

(This one I give credit to another whose name escapes me for now.) ~  🐉  LKL

🐉 Little Known Legends - 🐉 LKL

Legends so rare you would never hear them if I didn't tell them...

• The legends you read are true if it helps you find truth.  
• If you find them ridiculous, I might agree.  
• If you are offended by my legends they are fiction.  

In fact these legends are completely made up by me, from my own creative ability to write a good joke. Some of them I have heard from others and simply re-tell.  Others come up as topics of discussion, and some are based on real life events.

I enjoy an entertaining legend as much as the next, so forgive me if there are not enough dragons in my story.  I would very much like to read your own version with added dragons.

I will try my best to have a story scheduled to post everyday. Call it prophetic, but I know what I said before you read it.