The missing accounts are numerous actually. They say when you lose something, if you don't put thoughts to it, it becomes something that never matters. I'm fact, in more appropriate terms, when you lose something and you choose not to remember it, the whole matter of it loses its worth that you ever placed on it. It is for this reason that we are able to forget things and be at absolute rest and once with it.  There are many forgotten records. Many histories which have been displaced and then taken to be nought as time passes. They say time heals all wounds. And that is true   Except that in this case, it means that Time also clears all memories.  Now logically a memory that is not visited over time begins to lose essence within our mind frame. Being that we ever have to use our minds to survive and rationally exist, we must be willing to let go of the mundane to take control of the vibrant.  It is not denia

"Ahh!" Iyabo moaned as her eyes went wide with light pulsing through it.  Her lips parted as well as her chest was pushed out further. The next second, she reached him out for a shocked Ronke who was just dispersing her technique. That is, the technique she had wanted to use to attack the Iyabo earlier. Light swooshed and the atmosphere blurred, everything clearing into thick mist and obscuring all from sight.  In the midst of all of this two light beams aepare, color flickering on and off on them. It took about some seconds but even more, the colors affixed to the beams of light. Solidity bgan to take place, both of the forms gradually beginning to become the figures of two ladies. Iyabo and Ronke.  Iyabo heaved, her chest rising and falling as she looked around with a smug look on her face. She had her staff in the right hand even as she looked to the side where Ronke was. "What is it?" She asked. "I… I don't k

"I am Yasmin the First." The figure mentioned, adjusting the glasses with a tip of the finger. "Soul Remnant of Trixius the Great. And You Shall Not Pass Through!"  The voice of Yasmin the Fist was crystal clear to the hearing of both the Irunmole and the Familiar friend of Bayo. There was no two ways about it; this figure and person did not want them to go any further than where they had been. However, it begged the question of what for?  What was this figure that was speaking and how did it mean it was a remnant of Trixius? Ronke's head spun with the serach for these answers. While on the hand of Iyabo, she let out a little chuckle like she had everything under control. To say that she did have it under control would be an understatement. Grossly. She was a healer, using the Law of Love to do her thing. This would not be the first time that she would experience something like this.  More often than not, the ones who sh

Ever wonder why we have seven layers of Heaven stacked upon one another? If you never did, you should now.Now, lets look at this. I know very well that in all of the documentaries edition which I have written, we may have done some bits of heavy critical thinking. In the nature of documentaries, that may not have to be. It is usually of the make that those of us who write documentaries should do so with an extremely explicit disposition. However what fun would that be if all that us to life is plained out perpetual before us?I certainly would not succumb to that. Not by a long shot.This, I ask this of you, why would the seven heavens have to be stacked one another?The reasonsaee numerous, the records could be mistaken.Is there a certain truth to all that there is or is there something which is being hidden from us?The theories abound with time but none of them bear fruit. Fruit reasonably enough to stand as truth and fact.It begs the que

If she could do it, then her pay would also go up. There was just so much for her to cut chase.   Except that there was one problem. Her anchor, Ronke, was not seeing the situation the same as her.    "Listen to my voice. Nnnrrggh! You are powerful, more powerful than you can ever imagine. No one else can do this except, so DO YOUR BEST, Familiar, Ganbatte(1)!"  The immediate moment the words entered into the ears of Ronke, a new bust of resolve flooded through her entire nervous system. She sterned her heart, grinning her teeth in agony with her eyes still shut, a feeble attempt to lock out the pain. Bolts upon bolts of energy flashed out from her boy, streaming forward with reckless abandon to the dilapidated soul of Bayo.  Like Iyabo had said, if any one else could do it, it had to be her. So, she would do it. For the sake of the one person who was truly selfless in all that he did for them.