Golden Tiger Agent and the Golden Age. (An Other story.)

Golden Tiger Agent and the Golden Age. (An Other story.)

Hocus Pocus

Turner says that this was the name of an Anglo-Saxon magician; but others regard the two words as a corruption of the hoc est corpus used by priests in mass.

Things not generally known; a popular hand-book of facts not readily accessible in literature, history, and science by John Timbs, 1857.

Transmission for Central Sun Station, Velatropa verse. I remember, yes i do, iwas there, your Golden Tiger Agent, in that age, when HUmans and the gods and demi-gods still rubbed shoulders and we gave eachother the balance we needed. To keep eachother in check. This age of mythology, the blue print for the Mythical Zone, when the Others and HUmans still mingled. We did not all live under the assumption to be gods, just different from the Humans we shared Blue Star or any other planet with in this galaxy. We could wear our true form and HUmans would not be affraid, they would welcome us, we were bringers of luck and good fortune and most times just laughter and entertainment. Yes, many Others were artists, circus people, painters, sculptors, actors, healers and warriors. Nobody talked about the magick back then, everything was still magickal, even the HUmans in their innocense still had their magick, that last bit has drifted to the background, its has become a secret. Aahh, i remember fighting battles for kings, singing in townsquares for the HUmans, hundreds of women, HUmans and Others that wanted to be with me for a time, all knew they had to let me go after a while. There is that restlesness in our kind, many can not stay in one place, always moving around, then dying somewhere and being reborn in some other place, sometimes a distant star. There we meet again, one look and the memories start to flow, i rememeber you, i ermember you, there and there and from that place and weren’t you with that guy, that lord, that king, that tribe, that country and yes……i and they always were. We were always around, somewhere in the background. The snarflings retreated completely at the end of the myth, people let go of them, just as they let go of us. We are still around, even the snarflings are returning, i see them among the HUmans, switched at birth ofcourse. The original children taken to the snarfling stringholds to grow up and live the magickal life of the snarflings. It is the 21st century, whatever that may mean, the images or archetypes of myth are mingling with the HUmans again, what will it mean, what does it mean, i don’t know anymore, i don’t know anything anymore, the only thing is to go on, live the life that has been given by the TSA (Transdimensional Spiritual Authority) and see where life, the river or sea of life will take me. Golden Tiger Agent signing off.