The Weak Forest

A Story by Abishai100

Narrated 'claim' of a superstition-writer who offers a dream-adapted forest 'tale' for a materialism-culture ideation of (real) bonds.

A capitalism 'consciousness' faerie-tale, which I hope you like,

----

====

My name's Amlan Satan and I'm a writer in New England (Haddonfield) and had been working on a special superstition-tale about the tracks on Earth drawing the spirit of immortality fascinations among capitalism-race bureaucrats when it struck me that I'd become something of a single-minded fortune-reading storyteller, according to one of my fans/readers, Esmerelda ('Ezzy'). According to Ezzy, I needed to find a more 'expansive' theme to fertilize my creative ideations of natural consciousness wanderings, and hence I decided to think of this (with her help). Ezzy went camping in the forest (Pine-Barrens) and apparently had a late-night 'dream-vision' in which she'd felt quite disturbed by the 'specter' of a mechanized wolf-spirit who whispered to her something about death/darkness. When she awoke she posted this 'revelation' on social-media, hoping to find someone who'd recast her 'examination' into a special Homeland 'faerie-tale' for social shares on the cyber-highway(s).

I offered my 'services' to Ezzy and she accepted the offer and hence moved me to my new mission to create this special 'dream-vision' adapted forest-tale about this examination of a mechanical wolf-specter/spirit with a whispering message of death/darkness. I'd always considered myself something of a 'fan' of ideations of short-term gains or 'heat' and hence life-span depth-stories, and this wolf-specter 'robot' vision had a special/certain 'ring' of temporal complication that I wanted to (now) adapt into a story, which is what this account concerns. While writing this story, I (too) had a stranger 'vision' of the dangers of getting too close to the conscious perception of a darkened forest of unusual/creative 'materialism' proportion(s).

EZZY: Sounds like your story-examination (too) brought stranger vision(s).

SATAN (Me): That's right, Ezzy; in deed, I found a comparable alienation!

EZZY: Writing this story (for me/us) is bringing you fear or courage?
SATAN: Both...maybe that's what I'll share with others (in the Homeland).

Regardless of the complexity of this writing-matter, I knew I'd have to cast this special tale to its full ends, for Ezzy (and for me!), and besides I'd have the 'chance' to recount the depth of complexity of the examination itself in my own journal or in some account (such as this one!) to readers/students! So, I proceeded in the dark task and continued to look for the memes/morphology to 'catch' this theme and contour of a mechanized forest 'presence' and the ramifications of the whispered messages of materialism or morality (death/darkness). Hence, I decided to create this story of a 'weak-forest' of stranger omen shape(s). As I wrote the tale, I unfolded the image of this conception of a 'robot' legion of messengers in the Earth-woods with ideations of short-term matter, and I began to think why Ezzy was so 'paranoid' about the presence of life's naysayers (in the Homeland).

It was the stranger omen-quality of this 'weak-forest' that required me to offer a nice/dashing complementary 'angel-force' of guidance or inspiration to create the 'environment' of overall consciousness, concerning/regarding this mortality fear created the mechanical animal/wolfen 'specter' that Ezzy had a dream-vision of in the Pine-Barrens. This angel-force, the Rangers, were adapted from modern-media/cartoons/comics and provided that necessary 'magic-touch' of courage (or creativity!) to enhance this visualized perception of death/darkness whispered by the specter Ezzy encountered. This angel-force, the Rangers, would remind Ezzy/me that encountering this stranger presence of death/darkness just might (potentially) create a 'handshake' for respectable and acceptable intimations of knowledge of doom while maintaining a reverent feeling of humility/escape in the face of intolerable materialism-linked beast-fire threatening our sense(s) of youthfulness (for the Ego).

EXCERPTS

RANGERS: We're here to encounter you and offer medicine!
WOLF: I'm the mechanized wolf of weakness/doom, Rangers.
RANGERS: Where's the 'catch' in that, beast-spirit of the forest?
WOLF: This message concerns (simply) a 'heat' for humiliation(s).
RANGERS: No humiliation(s) can reveal the true gift of the brain.
WOLF: Sure; but my message concerns the undeniable materialism!
RANGERS: You're a certain naysayer of capitalism-race 'chess' then!
WOLF: Sure; but this 'message' concerns attainable food.
RANGERS: We'll circulate special civilization 'dolls' for capitalism.
WOLF: What variety, Rangers (hmm)?
RANGERS: Perhaps a 'cool' college-media (Barbie?) figure for gods!
WOLF: A figurine/Golem for the ideation(s) of 'true' fortune-chess?
RANGERS: Excellence, beast-spirit; our mission's one of trophy-IQ.
WOLF: Perhaps you've made for 'discovery' of a humbled heart then.
RANGERS: True; perhaps this 'examination' concerns wide-matter IQ.
WOLF: Alright; I suppose all 'exchanges' of brain can awaken waters!
RANGERS: Can we 'agree' that fortune makes for wise chips/bets?
WOLF: I suppose your 'doll' concept is one of (pure) myth (alright).