Weird Traumatic Events © Surazeus 2025 10 22 This voice I design from stark agony translates screams of horror to songs of joy consistent with hope-standard principles we humans invent to manage despair as we keep walking down the signless road through bitter storms to find the Promised Land. Expansive scope of concepts I express assimilates every possible thought that human brains devise from fluid flash of images replayed from memory banks to analyze weird traumatic events and program productive response of faith. Young girl hiding in sky-sprawling oak tree gasps in shock to see gang of men destroy safe family home her wise grandfather built with hands that molded matter of the Earth to form protective walls of sincere faith till grand halls are reduced to rubble heaps. Suppressing screams of horrible despair so wreckers cannot find her hiding place, Minerva runs away into dark woods to crouch in cave beside the waterfall where her ancestors lived six thousand years and hide in shadows of sweet memories. Though they destroyed her safe family home to build enormous palace for the rich, she returns to stand before castle gate till someone hires her as the kitchen cook where she bakes bread for the wealthy to eat while salting their soup with tears of despair. One day Orion, playful carefree son of the castle king, who loves to chase girls, encounters Minerva rolling pie dough, and gazes astonished in her bright eyes, so they embrace with passionate desire, kissing as they grasp each other with love. When she gives birth to his first-born male child, Orion crowns Minerva princess bride while she sits enthroned in long blue silk gown so all the dukes and barons in the land kneel before her son as baby crown prince, then she sings hymn about her faith in God. Trapped in small room in the tall castle tower, Minerva turns away from the round mirror that reveals her wrinkled face and long gray hair, then watches her son riding large white horse as he leads army of soldiers with spears to build world empire under Christ the King.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus kneels before young castle queen and offers plate of apples for the cute crown prince who snatches his hair instead and giggles with delight.
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