The Black Sun

I was pure when I started this life, I tell you, as a matter of fact I assure you.

I saw the world as a beautiful sphere with no bias.

I used words that were encouraging and full of life.

As life went on I admit that the scars of madness gave me some bad habits.

I lost my marriage fight in a divorce.

I lost family members, loved ones and friends to senseless acts of violence.

I even found myself in financial troubles and soon learned that life can be tough.

I tried over and over again to get the people that hated me to love me and failed every time.

In deep repentance, beat down and in search of a home with millions of foster kids we crawled out of the pit of despair and walked into the light of a Black Sun.

Somehow, we, and, it, still shined.

The Black Sun

The Holy Sun

Brian the conqueror could not understand why his enemies kept challenging him. His son Jeffrey was almost killed in an assassination attempt so this fueled leadership questions. Brian’s brother James had just informed him of an army that was planning to attack them from the eastern mountains, eager to win, Brian told his ministers to seep out all nonbelievers for he had been given a vision from the Holy Sun.

“The Holy Sun awoke me last night, he told me that there are some people in our camp who do not believe. They do not have the Holy Spirit. I was informed that if we go into battle they will cause us to lose due to their unbelief,” Brian explained. 

After hearing this, his ministers stormed his camp, weeding out all cowards and snakes. One woman even got stoned for having an affair with her husband’s brother. 

“We’ve done everything you asked Sir Brian the great, we’re ready for war,” Minister Roy said.

Brian the conqueror stood tall,

“The Holy Sun gave me another dream. I was informed of uncleanliness in our camp, and if we are not perfect in the eyes of the Holy Sun the Holy Spirit will pass us by,” Brian the conqueror explained.

After hearing this, his ministers stormed the camp weeding out all unclean spirits and soldiers. They found all kinds of unclean things that would distract them from the war. One soldier was put in prison for selling mind altering drugs in the camp. This angered Brian, he wanted his warriors in shape and ready for battle.

Once this was done, Brian saw a great cloud hover over the camp of his enemies. 

“Get ready to attack,” he said to his generals.

Filled with the Holy Spirit of the Holy Sun, they all ran in to defeat the enemy. Brian could hear his band playing hymns in the distance, he could hear the singers ushering in the spirit. There was no fear in the hearts of his army, they were fighting like soldiers from the heavenly gates.

“We must purify the earth of this venomous enemy,” Brian shouted.

After the cleansing, the Holy Sun rose in the eastern sky.

“What do we do now, Sir Brian?” His brother James asked.

“Brother, we’ve done everything that the Holy Sun has asked of us, now we’re to be fruitful and multiply and bask in the new found spirit of peace,” Brian replied.

James couldn’t wait to relay the message, but Brian the conqueror had one more thing to say.

“Hey, brother, make sure you tell them that even in peace, we must still stay on guard. The enemy never sleeps. We must stay focused on the Holy Sun, it shines, even when all of our time is up. That is why for our offspring we must make sure that they’re protected and live to keep witnessing it shine.”

The Holy Sun

Follow the Sun

 “Jaden, how did you find your way home?” Cassie couldn’t help but wonder, the entire search party combed the woods looking for him.

“I followed the sun,” he replied.

What makes this story interesting is how young this child was. He had no navigational skills and was only nine years old. Once his father found this out he homed in on his son’s skills. A natural born navigator whose story spread quick. 

As he grew older and wiser—learning from his life long lessons, ironically, he found his oldest son stuck in a tree that he attempted to climb. Shortly after that his daughter went missing. Comprehending a lifelong journey, he now stood in the same spot as his parents did when he went missing as a child, but sadly, they had now passed on. A small voice in his head kept saying, “Stay on the porch.”

“Are you okay dad?” Junior asked his father.

“Your sister has been missing for three days, they’re thinking about calling off the search. I don’t know what to tell your Mom, she’s losing hope,” he said to his son.

“I love you daddy,” Jada said to her father while emerging from the side of the porch.

Jaden saw himself in his daughter as he felt his heart skipping a beat.

In a world of wonder he asked the same question as his mother did years ago,

“How did you find your way home?” 

“I just remembered what you used to tell me at camp, I followed the sun,” she explained.

Realizing the stars in the sky at night, Jaden and his family began to sell compasses as a hobby. He made sure that he put the words, “FOLLOW THE SUN,” On the back. He and his family found their purpose. They inspired the world to learn how to navigate a dark cruel world filled with wild forest and oceans.

The Purpose of the Sun

Spinning around and around for millions of years I know I saw two of them.

Trying over and over again, I only had two outcomes, done or incomplete.

Even if I did find gold at the end of a rainbow, how would I spend it?

Falling in love with a thousand women only to still be lonely.

I’m never satisfied.

Hungry people need food, so the sun’s rays create things from the bare ground to eat.

That sun has been doing the same thing for billons of years; therefore, I say, without it, life would be meaningless.

I'm certain that something divine must have put it there.

Each day I awake, I find a new purpose.

Trillions of stars in space with one purpose, and that’s to shine.

The purpose of the Sun

Facing the Rising Sun

I’m on my way home from a brutal battle, but on my way through the door I can’t help but notice something different.

“Who are you?” Someone says, letting me in.

“I’m West, your cousin,” I reply.

“Johnny is dead, John is dead, Edith and a ton of other family members too.”

“What happened, where did everyone go?”

“Patricia is dead, and there’s no way of tracking everyone down. Some have caught the drug bug and some have been beaten down by life, never to recover.” 

“Mom, get up, keep fighting, I know you have some more fight left in you,” I say, observing her in her hospital bed across the room.

Sitting in a room alone, waiting for the results, I notice the sun outside of my window, so I get up hoping for a better tomorrow. It almost seems like everyone is fighting and falling down beside me.

“What has the dark past taught us?” I ask myself looking at all of the memories scattered on the walls. In my work uniform, I face the rising sun of my new day begun. I have no choice but to march on with what’s left until whatever victory is won.

Facing the rising sun.

The Powerful Sun

Its like a friend that you didn’t want to get angry.

Standing there on my knees, I was like his child with gifts.

I could not comprehend its power.

Shielded from its heat, I walked into the light.

As my skin turned gold I became one with the truth.

The ladder home was clear as the planets levitated around me.

Carrying my Ankh and chain my body began to float, I was no longer a prisoner.

In submission to supreme knowledge, I began to eat its pure fruits and vegetables. 

It provided a seat at its table with no fees.

It was my father and I was his son. 

Spinning around, we floated in space, defying logic and gravity as time itself stood still.

The Powerful Sun

The Wrath of the Sun

The machine of space is like a fragment of time and what you find on earth are the left overs. 

The people searching for the answers to everything failed to preserve one simple fragment of existence; therefore, they were left to face the wrath of the sun.

They probed and probed, they starved children and even unleashed harmful chemicals causing nature to become toxic.

They even dug up ancient royal graves to find answers hidden in plain sight.

Women were left lifeless with babies hanging out of their wombs in their quest to prove superiority. These were different people. People whose knowledge gave them an abundance of power while they purposely suppressed others of their will to learn.

They created the noise, ignorant of the vibrations of time and space, this noise created waves of anger and violence. Wars for territorial power soon began to unfold. This all took place while a silent physicist killed himself and burned his work to save the future. This angered the knowledge seekers who said his work was the missing piece of a very powerful puzzle.

In the distance stood a leader of war. He cut off the tongues of his people so that they could not speak. Afraid, they began to write on the walls, some began to pray to the sun because the fortunate had used them as slaves. Eager to find help, they began to rebel, only to find out that everything that they’d been taught was a lie. Servants of truth began to enlighten them only to become targets. They soon found out that it’s impossible to awaken people who are convinced and there is no world arena for arrogance only deadly lessons. Humbled, these people became obedient to what nature was doing. It was as though nature had been taking orders from the sun.

Afraid, one man working the fields hid underground and took off his clothes overwhelmed by the heat. Underground with his family, the heat made him sexually aggressive and he decided to do more mating with his wife. 

After spending forty years underground, his offspring spread creating underground cities that survived the wrath of the sun and when the earth cooled down some migrated back up to the surface creating a better world. Finding fragments of time spread across the history of the earth the new people concluded that the old people killed themselves by trying to mimic the energy of the sun. Comprehending a new vibe, they vowed to live in peace—equal to the frequency of the sun’s rays. They were the first people to see the sun smile. The wrath was complete, proving that everything happens for a reason.

The Wrath of the Sun

The Wisdom of the Sun

Growing old, Ray noticed that he was the last man standing. Everyone he grew up with had passed on to the next life. His mother, his father, and even his siblings were all gone. Sitting in his room alone he couldn’t help but notice the sun rising in the eastern sky. Every moment of his life there was that bright orange disk in the sky. Ray had been through the storm and the rain, he’d lived a long life. Rolling out of bed to get his walker he could hear the birds singing. Out of all the places he’d been, out of all the people he’d crossed paths with no one or no thing was like the sun. Every day, every minute, and every hour it was in the sky. Millions and billions of years gone by and there it was, dependable, and on time every morning. Wise enough not to brag, and wise enough to stay in its lane. Feeling the heat Ray also felt the breeze of the wind. What were the odds of that?

The Wisdom of the Sun

The Independent Sun

 “Welcome stars, hey, where’s Ziggy?” Brian asked.

“He rebelled to go start his own galaxy,” Trina explained.

“Yeah, I hear he even shines for a place called earth,” Alicia said as all of the stars looked in the distance at how much Ziggy was shining. This made all of the other stars jealous, Pat called his black hole friends who told him that they had his back if he started his own galaxy also, and that’s how it started. Once all the stars say Ziggy do it, they took it upon themselves to do it too. The boom to be independent is what created the universe.

The independent Sun.

The Sun’s Birthday

 LISA: First I would like to say happy birthday.

THE SUN: Thank you, it means a lot.

LISA: I have to ask you this, why do you keep shining?

THE SUN: Lisa, there’s a young man out there on earth somewhere, he’s lonely and searching for his purpose. If I don’t shine then life itself is meaningless.

LISA: So you shine for the people.

THE SUN: No, Lisa, I shine for everyone and everything. Without me or any other SUN, the entire universe would be dark and cold. 

LISA: My son, he’s no longer with us on earth, he died when he was just a teenager.

THE SUN: Lisa, here’s a message to you and the world. As long as I’ve shined, I’ve watched civilizations come and go. I’ve seen the earth rot only to be reborn millions of years later. At my birth, everything came into existence. I’ve shined in the midst of suffering and brutal wars and here I sit today with a woman tormented by death. Lisa, accept it, even I must die and be consumed by darkness only to bond with the eternal universe while a part of me rises somewhere else and another part of me shines in you. I am the giver of life, the eye that understands the hearts of everyone that breathes and dissolves into a speck of dust. Does a cloud not provide shade? When I get too hot, is it not wise to take a swim? Your grief is going to give you enough wisdom to understand that fire burns and ice is cool to the touch, but through it all, I must still rise and shine. Be like me Lisa and once you start believing that the world doesn’t need you, that’s when you will lose your spark. That’s when you will lose your shine.

LISA: I guess there is nothing new under the sun. Thanks for the pep talk, keep shining.

THE SUN: Word is born.