Secret Identities..

Here's a page from the 8 pager I did for the Secret Identities - Asian American Superhero Anthology.  Seeing it on the racks at Jim Hanley's Universe gave me a feeling that things were right in my personal universe for a few moments.  Check it out at Amazon

The Proof.

Millenisium

There are many names for energy.  But to them, it is Millenisium.  They understand energy better than us....  And so after we fell into their thrall... Millenisium becomes our word too.

Dreams of Jesters

Exploiting the open doors in the mind, disguised as jesters and clowns, they lured unwary dreamers into false pockets of reality from which they could not wake.

That future place... like a precipice.

That future place... like a precipice from which they could see the interlocking patterns and design governing all of our confusions.
And while for many years they were content to just watch and see as we tried to rise above these problems, perhaps seeing how close we were to the appointed hour and seeing how close we were to rising above, took it upon themselves the dubious responsibility of leading us thru without revealing the answers.

The beginning came with that fateful meeting deep within the canyon stretch of Mars. The 2 beings, virtually identical, from the layer of their skin, to the patterns of their thoughts, were taken in that meeting and examined. Thru the seed they saw, from their unique vantage point, how far humanity had to go. and the subtle exercise which they had so finely conceived needed to be rethought. The 2 beings were dead. This state was a final stop for these creatures; their minds were structured with an implacable logic that said dead is the end. And in this realization, the notion that they were aliens to these creatures was never more apparent as well as painful.

The Alien and the dead

The souls of the dead flock to the millenisium light and instinctually build their city with it. And the living come and revere the place of construction as if it were holy ground; a site of reverence. The dead build constantly without constraint of gravity, time or space and do so with the strange ecstasy of a people who have been without home for eons. A Jumble of architectural styles, the rooms and patches of land that make up the construction are each reflections of the soul which inhabits it. If you were somehow to step back and see it as a whole, you might perceive the slight heaving of breath as the otherworldly structure inhales and exhales towards infinity.

An Unseen Hand of Reason

Perhaps they were running from fear and came stumbling into this place for comfort. Or maybe they were drawn to it like groggy eyed dreamers into a light. Underneath all of the seeming improbabilities of their meeting they were all brought together by an unseen hand of reason. It was a presence that they had all known for their whole lives.

It weighed their resolve. Waiting patiently, nudging them when necessary until one day they could be brought together within the presence of the Eschaton.

...and only then would their lives truly begin.

The day came, and it sent out a call. Many came to the city, their dreams giving form to the feeling within their heart. Dreams that could only be fulfilled if they were pursued.