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ANGELS, ANTS, AND THE MARKETEERS OF MYSTERY 4/11/04
Once upon a time you were a child of YAR.
YAR is an ancient-most city. YAR exists still today, in another dimension of the time-space continuum. So this city will have some appeal.
Now it is thusly and so: How to find one’s Origin and Place upon this planet depends so much on from where one has come.
YAR once existed here, near what you call Los Angeles.
This was “The City of The Angels.” Only today we say this as “A Joke on Most Sacred of Spaces.”
YAR compromised itself as many do, and became a den of thieves.
Thieves came upon this soil.
Thieves of Light and Virtue often arrive cloaked and masked: Marketeers Of Mysteries.
Marketeers of Mystery have captured Essences Rare and squandered them near and afar off into other places.
Like Angel Dust.
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YAR pronounced itself Uncouth as children ran in all directions, frightened, lost, searching for The Lost Remnants of Peace. Looking in each crevice of the tumbled buildings, once so statuesque, magnificent to behold.
YAR had crumbled, Peace had vanished, once again.
A few ants quietly carried a Droplet Essence left behind, too small for the Marketeers of Mysteries to behold.
(SSShhhhh! It’s a well-kept secret!)
And yes, One Day The Ants Themselves will have to Rebuild a Heavenly YAR on Earth.
So whenever you visit Los Angeles, remember The Ants are Keepers of The Precious Droplets of Peace within their Hearts.
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Copyright Anupama Deanne Kallman AHA! STORIES | ||||||||
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