(New) They dove for treasure, but found something lost in time. Danger and adventure in The Lost Crystal of Atlantis "A Samuel Light Story" By John Pirillo
The Lost Crystal of Atlantis
"A Samuel Light Story"
By John Pirillo
"It's all in the way you look at it, Jimbo." Samuel told his friend, as they examined the rock crystals hanging from the ceiling of the cave they were exploring off the coast of California. They had taken a boat out and scuba dived in the rough waters off Catalina, searching for the entrance.
It had been a fluke for them to discover it, but Samuel had done so by accidentally touching this old man in a rest home. He and Jimbo went every Sunday to perform for them. Samuel played guitar and sang. Jimbo played a harmonica and sometimes a lap piano and sang with him. It was all the rage. They were constantly being invited back and to other homes associated with the ones they visited.
It wasn't like they needed to do it, they loved doing it. They both had a lot of respect for the mileage older people put in, from their own adventures, which sometimes involved a bruising, or broken bone here and there. Hey! It's what friends were for, getting adventured and broken. Right?
Not really, Samuel thought, as he mused over their present predicament. Their scuba tanks had run out of air just as they discovered the cave. In the most unlikely of places, beneath a sunken Spanish Galleon. If they survived this adventure, they might very well become solid gold business men with a line of credit to make Bill Gates envious. Not happening. Samuel thought again. It wasn't his destiny, karma to get rich. Not that he wouldn't appreciate the gesture from God, but he knew well enough from what he had already seen in his visions and experienced in his past life regressions to know he had a lot of work to make up for that he had skimped on in prior lifetimes. Times when he had been wealthy, but had hoarded it when people around him were suffering and he could have helped them. Times when he had controlled vast sums of money and had conspired to keep the masses from sharing in the offsets of that wealth so that many were driven into extreme poverty.
No. There was a price to be paid for being wealthy the wrong way. You paid for it down the road. He always laughed when Jimbo read the newspaper and bitched about those rich sonuva bitches that got away with hoarding their money and socking it to the homeless and middleclass, but Samuel knew better, he was living the kind of life they also would someday, once they'd gotten their feet rightly on the path to enlightenment. They too would one day become helpers, instead of hinderers to their fellow man.
Jimbo didn't duck enough. His head struck the ceiling of the low cavern. A spark of light struck into the darkness for a moment. Jimbo rubbed at the hurt spot on his head, and then saw something in the darkness that caught his eye. It wasn't real clear, but the light filtering through the water pool they had exited from was enough to spot it. He flicked on his headlight.
"Don't waste the energy."
"As if it would much matter at this point." Jimbo grumbled. "No food. No...Air."
"Always the pessimist."
"Better than pretending to be an angel all the time."
"Who's pretending?" Samuel laughed.
But on Jimbo's scowl, he backed off.
Jimbo ignored his friend and bent over to pick up something.
"Look at this Sammie." Jimbo said, clutching a different sort of crystal in his palms. Samuel shone his headlight on it, the one he and Jimbo both used to scour the depths when they went into the darker regions.
The stone's interior shone like gold.
"If it smells like, looks like, and feels like..." Samuel said with a smile.
"Then it must be..."
"Gold." Samuel finished.
They broke into laughter, and then somber again, they sat down on the crystals...gold crystals that lay abundantly about them. They had found not only a sunken Spanish galleon, which Samuel was sure was loaded with treasure, but also a new kind of gold. Pure and crystalline. It would fetch billions on the stock market and in the market place. They would never live to collect any of it.
He glanced over at their empty tanks, and then at Jimbo, who was also thinking the same thought. "When I get back, I'm going to waffle that scuba dive dealer until he looks like Godzilla with potholes."
"Not really." Samuel disagreed.
"Nah. Guess not." Jimbo said sourly. "Stuck here without oxygen, or a single thing to eat. Wouldn't you know I'd die of starvation?"
Samuel laughed. "I could think of worse ways to die."
"Not me." Jimbo groused, angrily muttering to himself, kicking some loose crystals across the cave floor.
Samuel got up and headed towards the back. "Well, since we're stuck here, we might as well keep moving forward, since we can't go back."
"Your logic just continually astounds me, man." Jimbo said, climbing to his feet. He groaned, rubbing the back of his head that had struck one of the dangling crystals before he had flicked on his head lamp.
"Damn crystals have the bite of a shark."
Samuel laughed again, but made no comment, knowing full well that Jimbo had enough of them to fill a ballpark without his helping him.
As they went deeper Samuel stopped. Ahead of him Al and M were dancing, their eyes bright with laughter.
"Why you stop?"
Jimbo peered around Samuel's head. "See nothing."
"Doesn't mean he's not there. M's there too."
Jimbo sighed. "Now that's one doll I'd love to get a dish of."
M burst into laughter, let go of Al, then ran over and gave Jimbo a kiss on his cheek. Jimbo jumped back, as if struck by lightning. "What the hell was that?"
"She just kissed you, love buddy."
"But I felt it. I never feel anything those invisible friends of yours do."
"Probably don't remember."
Jimbo scowled at Samuel, asking him to back off. "Probably some kind of underwater, underground gnat with my luck."
"Think what you want." Samuel commented, and watched M shake her head, then laugh and go back to Al, who took her right hand and led the way deeper into the cavern.
"I think we're going to make it." Samuel said, as they followed.
"Yeah. You and what magic is gonna make that happen?"
They both froze when they took a turn in the cavern. Before them was a gigantic crystal of pure gold, that seemed to vibrate with life. "My God!" Samuel barked without realizing it.
"What's wrong, pal?"
"It's from Atlantis."
"How can you tell?"
Samuel closed his eyes, and saw the same thing. The giant crystal set in the floor of a massive temple, with people clad in pure white smiling at it, talking happily, then one after the other stepping towards it, then vanishing with pings of pure white light.
Samuel spun around, his eyes bright, his face feverish. "The Atlanteans used it to teleport from one part of the world to another."
Jimbo suddenly leaned back against a wall, and made choking sounds.
Samuel felt more and more light headed.
"The oxygen." He gasped.
Jimbo nodded. "Gone."
He fell, eyes shutting after he landed on his side.
Samuel felt himself teetering and then saw Al glare at him and shake a finger. "Don't you go there, Samuel Light!" He told him in no uncertain terms.
Samuel gave Al a helpless look, but Al wouldn't relent.
"How do we get out? Tell me! We're..."
Samuel had to sit down. He felt even fainter.
Al glared even more. Even M joined in, shaking her head.
Then Samuel's eyes lit on the crystal ahead of him, only a mere few inches away. He placed a hand on it, and it lit up brighter than an amusement park carousel. He turned around with difficulty and grasped Jimbo's arm. "Jimbo, you gotta wake up."
Jimbo didn't stir.
"Jimbo, I've got two double whoppers to go and a giant size fry."
Jimbo's eyes fluttered open. "Am I in heaven already?"
Samuel was too weak to joke back. "Help me!" He pleaded, and then began pulling Jimbo towards the crystal. "Imagine we're home." Samuel told him.
"I can't. No ruby slippers." Jimbo gasped, and then began coughing for air.
With a great will of effort Samuel pulled Samuel as hard as he could and they both flung against the giant crystal. It lit up brighter still and they vanished from the cavern.
Samuel woke up on the floor of his apartment in Vegas to the sound of bacon frying. It smelled great, even if he didn't eat it anymore. He sat up. Jimbo was in the kitchen cooking bacon and eggs, toast and homemade fries. He turned and looked over at Samuel.
"I would have gotten you up, but you looked so purty down there with your beauty sleep, I didn't want to ruin your party."
Samuel sat up and groaned. His right side ached like hell.
"And yeah, Sammie, we must have fallen several feet."
Samuel grunted and got to his feet. "How can we fall up, then down?"
Jimbo ignored him and placed a platter of bacon, eggs, toast and fries on one side of the kitchen table, then one without bacon on the other. He grabbed a half gallon of orange juice and two glasses, and then filled them. He sat down and kicked the other chair out, so Samuel could sit.
Samuel sat down, and then his taste buds lit on fire. He began digging into the food. Full, he shoved back from his empty plate, cradled the remaining juice between his hands, t hen said again. "We flew up, and then fell. Doesn't make sense."
Jimbo grunted, a guilty look on his face.
"You didn't fall down, partner."
Samuel suddenly got it. "You brat! You fell on me!"
Samuel could've strangled him at that moment, but instead he raised his glass of orange juice for a toast. "To no more sunken caves and Spanish galleons."
Jimbo clinked his glass against Samuel's. "Ditto on everything but the boat."
Samuel gave Jimbo a stare that might've shriveled another soul. Jimbo shrugged. "Hey, we gotta pay our bills, don't we?"
"When do we leave?" Samuel asked, afraid of what he would hear next.
Samuel groaned loudly, then flung himself from his chair and headed for his bedroom. "Where you going, partner?"
"Where any sane man who was just teleported a thousand miles and clobbered by his best pal would go?"
Samuel didn't answer. He went into his bedroom, kicked off his shoes, and dirty clothes and all, dropped onto his foam bed. He went out like a light. Day done. Night welcome!
Seize the Skies
"A Young King Arthur Story"
By John Pirillo
“Seize the skies and you’ll never regret losing the ground.” Merlin
Arthur had a different agenda these days. When he wasn’t going through tough exercises that caused every muscle in his body to ache for days, then he was tailoring garments for the Dark Lady, Lady Morgana, or for the Dark Lord, Lord High King Uther Pendragon. The mirror of terror is what the common man whispered about them, when they dared trust someone, which usually didn’t last long, because the Dark Lady had whisperers everywhere who would hear any spoken words and bring them back to her.
But this day and this hour his energies were being spent on a different agenda. He was surveying a piece of swamp for the Dark Lady, upon which she hoped to one day build a castle. Her needs were simple. It had to be very dangerous, kill most who entered it, and have enough solid ground for her to build her castle and little more. It had taken him days to stretch out from the fields of the village, between the Swords…great mountains that pierced the sky with crows of snow and ice, but were barren of trees and foliage, and populated with black, evil stone rumored to cause sudden death to all who touched them, leaving them with gaping holes in their bodies.
Hence the name: Sword Mountains.
But that was only one direction. The other was the distant sea, which was usually reachable by a number of beaten roads over which traders and other luckless souls traveled to the realms. Luckless, because all who entered the clutches of the Dark Lord and Lady, rarely ever left.
Arthur snapped out of his dark reverie and brightened. Merlin.
He turned to look and Merlin slid off beautiful silver mount, a unicorn, he had found in the Golden Forests behind the Crystal Cave. He had raised it from a foal and no it was stomping, ready to pound the earth anywhere and anytime, giant of a horse with one wicked horn between its eyes.
“Good Spirit.” He said soothingly, and he dismounted.
Spirit, the horse’s name, nickered in a sweet melodious voice, then began satisfying its hunger on the thick sods of grass and flowers that grew abundantly so near the swamp Arthur was approaching.
“Merlin!” Arthur greeted happily.
“I thought you might need a hand in this project, so I brought my best scout.”
He clapped a hand gently on the mane of Spirit and it turned its head from its food and rubbed its cheek against Merlin’s arm. Arthur envied that touch, as Unicorns would allow none to touch them who were impure in any way. They were made of pure magic and pure love. None could fool them or lead them astray. Those who tried, usually got stomped beneath their hooves.
“And a right pretty one, he is, Master.”
Merlin laughed when Spirit rose up slightly on its back feet, and flung its hooved feet towards Arthur, who quickly backed away.
“You should be careful not to insult Spirit, you know he’s very sensitive about his gender.”
Arthur laughed, and then bowed to Spirit. “I apologize master of the earth and wind.”
Spirit nickered in a satisfied tone, then went back to working through the sods beneath him, but still keeping a wary eye on Arthur, who made sure he was on the other side of Merlin just in case.
Merlin pointed to the weeded path that strayed into the leading swamp, its edges damp with moss and bitter flowers…a kind of flower used for healing by many of Arthur’s kingdom.
“Ah, I see medicine.”
Arthur sighed. “I see stinky clothing, perhaps a bite or two and a swollen face from the bugbites.”
“The bugbites would never bite you, Arthur. You’re much too sweet for them; they prefer salty old dogs like myself.”
Spirit chose that moment to snap a piece of Merlin’s bottom, causing him to yelp.
He sighed. “You’re right, Spirit. The bugbites don’t discriminate against young or old, sour or sweet. They just bite.”
Spirit shook its head yes, then returned to its feast.
Merlin sighed once more, and then joined Arthur at the swamp’s edge. “It’s not a safe path this way, lad.”
Merlin went back to Spirit and took his long staff from its holder on its side. He wove intricate patterns in the air above the swamp waters. The waters began to boil and receded, revealing a path of slimy rocks that twisted and turned in many directions, but always led south.
“What way is that?”
“Where she must build her castle.”
Arthur and Merlin stopped their way across the path of slimy rocks and surveyed a small islet in the middle of the swamp. Arthur nodded his head, as if having been spoken to. “Exactly what she would want. Dirty, filthy, ugly, lots of horrid creatures.”
He said that after a poison snake revealed itself in the slime, then slithered away to be joining other ones hidden in the swampy grasses.
Merlin laughed. “Don’t hurt their feelings Arthur. Even the poison ones have their purpose. And feelings.”
Arthur suddenly remembered how Spirit had acted and stepped to a higher stone away from the slime.
Merlin laughed again. “They won’t strike you as long as I am with you.”
“Why not? They can’t help their nature.” Arthur protested indignantly.
“Why? Because it is not my nature to let them.” He laughed.
Arthur puzzled over that several moments, then leaped onto the beach of the small islet. No sooner did his boots strike dirt, and then the waters, which had receded, began pouring back into view. So fast that water splashed onto Arthur’s boots, washing away the slime upon them and replacing the slime with bits and pieces of moss and soil.
The skies turned black as charcoal and the heart of the Dark Lady as Arthur and Merlin got their fire going in the middle of the islet. A myriad of tiny creatures poked their heads from the bowers of trees, shrubs, holes and grass to watch them, their tiny eyes sparkling with curiosity.
Arthur warmed his hands over the blazing fire, kicked his boots off, and warmed his toes as well.
Merlin stood at the edge of a small pond, looking into its depths, where tiny fish swirled in fractal patterns that spread outwards and downwards. “Curious.” He finally said, turning away to look at Arthur. “Why would she choose such a holy place to build her darkness?”
“Why are you asking me? You’re the master!”
Merlin laughed. “Of something’s. Not all. No soul on this planet could know everything there is all at once, but must grasp the knowledge piece by piece as the Light reveals it to him.”
Merlin sat down opposite Arthur, spreading his cloak on the moist grass, to deflect its dampness. “Arthur, you’ve been negative since the moment I’ve arrived. What is bothering you?”
Arthur took a deep breath, relaxed a tiny bit, feeling the tension subside, then looked at his friend and mentor. “Merlin, why do people have so much need for wealth and power? Uther is always conquering a new village, a new land, a new people to accumulate power. Morgana never tires of torturing and tormenting the very people who serve her, while building ever more circles of dark magic about her. I just don’t understand why they have these great needs.”
“I doubt they do either.” Merlin said finally after a long pause.
“What do you mean?”
“First, I think we need to attend to some hungry beasts.”
Arthur jumped up, looking hurriedly around. “Where?”
Merlin barked with laughter. “Arthur!”
Then Arthur’s stomach growled like an angry lion, causing his body to quiver with need.
“Oh.” He finally said, humiliated by his fear. He sat back down. “That kind of beast.”
Merlin didn’t reply, instead he plucked a wild flower and set it before the flames of the fire. “That which is sweet and pretty, shall nourish our spirits with that which is fulfilling and rich.”
The flower began to grow and as it did, it spread itself out into a table, then began sprouting pints of liquid, plates with steaming vegetables, bowls of soup, and hot, sizzling fish.
“Wow!” Arthur cried out and reached for some of the food.
“Wait!” Merlin commanded.
Arthur stopped himself. Then bowed his head. “We thank the Light for that which It has given us and are grateful for the abundance we are supplied.”
After they finished the meal, Arthur asked again. “You still haven’t answered my question.”
“Arthur, people are like our hungry stomachs. Until they are full, they will never realize h own empty they are.”
“That doesn’t make any sense.”
“It does. A man who is half empty seeks to fill himself with that which he imagines will bring fulfillment. For some that is power, control, and money, magic, whatever. All have a craving to be more than they are. It is natural to the human condition.”
“But why do they want so much?”
Merlin looked into his hands, spreading his fingers out, as if enclosing a great secret. “Some are never happy with what they have, no matter what they accumulate. Those must sometimes…with the Light’s permission or not…discover the truth.”
“How, if they work contrary to the Light?”
“Why then the Light will work contrary to them!” Merlin said with finality, flinging himself down on his cloak to sleep. Spirit walked over and stood over him, nickering softly.
Arthur pondered Merlin’s words.
Tomorrow he would head back to the castle, to give Morgana what she wanted, but what would she do with it, once she had it. He yawned. Those are questions for another day.
He lay down near the fire, his stomach full, and his heart warm with friendship and danced off into the happy oblivion of deep sleep.
First thing you'll notice from this batch is that I explored more subdued colors, not all of them so colorful and bright. The reason for that is to see what kind of contrasts I can create while at the same time creating something interesting to look at.
Abstraction is a very personal thing, and my cup of soda, might not be yours, but it's fun to me anyway.
A 3D batch is coming up today some time or tomorrow. Still working on it.
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