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BEGETS OF AUTUMN

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is a poet with 4 wheel drive, so lets go for a ride…..
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Keep it poetry and poetry shall keep you.
Short Bio Hazard:

I have to take the road that Bruce Lee
took towards the Martial Arts, as an
analog “Like water”.
I take the Literature Arts of Poetry.
In the beginning I used free verse,
swift rhyming, lyrical, metal-rap-groove verse
with definition and aggression.
Now, I try different systems,
in all genres, as always,
and put them to my personal use.
Furthermore, put to use what is useful
when needed, and reject what I don’t need
at the time for a specific write.
Using no specific way, is the way,
I am the way I write, but keeping in mind,
the tools at hand. No limitations as the limitation.
With all poetry styles ( trapping, and grabbing)-
(mind locks-heart locks-spiritual locks-)
Honestly expressing oneself is difficult to do:
The poet, the creating individual is always
more important than any style or system.
Absorb what is useful, discard what is useless,
and add to what is your own.
I write my own interpretation of poetry.
Concepts behind concepts.
Dedicating to creating
creative new-original thoughts, and poetry.
I write with one hand,
but if I could write with the other,
at the same time, a different poem,
that would be to break boundaries.
As asking multi-tasking: Poetry styles separate poets.
Style is a continuous growth.
Poetry skills/tools are weapons and you have
to use all of them, to incorporate all styles.
(Move all parts of your poetry)
Put everything into it, all energy.
Rest then progress.
A true poet is constantly growing,
and when he or she are bound by a set of styles,
or a way of doing things, that’s when he,
or she stops growing.
To reach a reader you have to move
to them, advance, and retreat- advance retreat,
furthermore slide and step back, push,
and push back, circle them
( put the reader on defense),
and close them in, and hit them
with the best closure.
Poetry is like water, flexible, it has to go somewhere..

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SANCTUARY OF AUTHENTICITY: THE ANGELS TUNING FORK screenplay XI by John E. WordSlinger

Posted in Clairvoyance, Faith Poetry, History Poetry, John E WordSlinger, Screenplay, Slingtionarious on January 27, 2020 by John E WordSlinger

 

SANCTUARY OF AUTHENTICITY:

THE ANGELS TUNING FORK

screenplay XI by John E. WordSlinger

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The Beginning

SOUND SONG: Gregorian Chant – “Dies Irae”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dlr90NLDp-0

FADE IN

EXT. DAY – ITALY

Two eagles fly over the forest.

V.O.

THAT day of wrath, that dreadful day,

shall heaven and earth in ashes lay,

as David and the Sybil say.

What horror must invade the mind

when the approaching Judge shall find

and sift the deeds of all mankind!

FOREST WOODS

Thomas, a man near fifty, strong, and handsome, walked into the steep foggy forest, past the CAVE where Saints spend most of their time, and the last years of their life. Thomas went to his spot of thought as the sun slowly shined upon the beginning of the day. The birds sang, and Thomas was conforming to the will of God.

V.O.

The mighty trumpet’s wondrous tone

shall rend each tomb’s sepulchral stone

and summon all before the Throne.

Now death and nature with surprise

behold the trembling sinners rise

to meet the Judge’s searching eyes.

THOMAS

My Lord, am I the only Poet with this gift, and will any one in the far distant future beckon thus, and our call?

The Messiah will never want an army. All who vow shall kneel to you God. Much has happened in twelve centuries Lord. This world as of now be of violence. Be the air be contaminated with sin? This evil papacy branching out as politicians. The Pandora box has been opened. God my own love may not be as big, and strong as Francescos’ love.

A ghostly image of Delfi Sibyl, an oracle appeared and wrote on leaves. Thomas could not see her, although heard her, speak tidings of the future wrapped in dark riddles.

V.O. (Female)

Divination versus disorder. The will of the world, ignoring God, leads to chaos. Climate events, epidemics, and wars.

THOMAS

Every generation must maintain the will of God.

The ghostly image of Delfi Sibyl burned books.

THOMAS

Perhaps we are to human to love one another as God wants us to?

FADE IN – PAST

EXT. TOWN FESTIVAL – DAY

SOUND SONG – Anon.: El Cant de la Sibilla – Sibilla Catalane

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5p40pPd-UPc

V.O.

(Woman singing, ‘The Song of the Sibyl’ )

Thomas a boy, with his auntie Setembrina, and he’s pointing at everything at the festival in amazement, and smiling. They were part of the masses in the crowds walking about. He held his greyhound dog named Trutras, as they walked the dog wagged his tail, in excitement too.

Men were drumming drums. Two men were waving large flags, and throwing them in the air, and two other men caught them. Men on bareback horses began to race. People clapped their hands, and sang.

Musicians were everywhere as they made their way to a theater at the end of the street. The play began of the Prophet Zephaniah.

An ACTOR

The future in a terrible fury for my

decision is to gather the nation’s to

assemble the kingdoms to pour out my

indignation all of my burning anger for

the fire of my jealousy for the fire of my jealousy

all the earth shall be consumed by jealousy

Beautiful women walked by, smiled at young Thomas, and he stared in awe.

THOMAS

(Looked at his Auntie Setembrina.)

Where are they going?

A WOMAN

(Heard Thomas)

We are going to a Poet contest. You seem to know your grammar.

THOMAS

(Smiles)

Yes, and I can feel when the earth moves too. The weak will take power, because of liberalism. The weak and their surrogates in politics will threaten the whole world. Although power be an illusion.

SETEMBRINA

Thomas!

WOMAN

(Wanting to laugh, looked at Thomas, and walked away.

THOMAS

Know thyself!

The night came, and as they walked home Setembrina bought Thomas monkey figurines from a street vendor.

THOMAS

Why do insane people rule the world?

SETEMBRINA

I do not know Thomas.

FADE OUT – FUTURE

INT. DAY – HOME OF THOMAS

THOMAS

The past is bronze while the future be cold, and way then, the past will be gold, and the future dirt bronze.

JACOBELLO

Rust will always have its charm.

THOMAS

God is choirmaster of the Muses, and eloquent language is no less Gods function than beauty of ode for tune, and God should have a voice far above that of any in verse.

JACOBELLO

Frogs sing to God, we are interesting as tadpoles.

THOMAS

Humans may not be as confident as frogs.

JACOBELLO

Frogs are as time travelers, and diverse.

THOMAS

We are as sensitive as frogs. We must prob the shadows.

JACOBELLO

Coupling? As parents go their separate ways, sorry I forgot.

THOMAS

No lose. I know who loved who. Generations are lost everyday.

JACOBELLO

Like our children, tadpoles are always in trouble.

THOMAS

Sin be a thriving fungus. A grand clue.

JACOBELLO

Angels know this, and worry.

THOMAS

They can only watch us do our thing.

JACOBELLO

Mysterious.

THOMAS

Yes. We need to praise God, and life, our life. Sin will change all life on earth.

JACOBELLO

Miracles still unfold, and we have a serious role here.

THOMAS

Maybe Angels check our soul as we go?

JACOBELLO

Maybe so.

THOMAS

Thought about all of his animal figurines when he was a boy.

FADE IN -PAST

INT. DAY – THOMAS CHILDHOOD HOME

Thomas played with his animals, and hid them from his human figurines in ambush.

THOMAS

Treachery it be to the Kingdom. Hide, hide. Find a hero, hide from killers and collectors. Wrath will come. To drunkards, wrath to their havoc. I will fight evil by reading, and wisdom learning. Know thyself, guard, and master your soul.

MAX (Grandfather)

Time to sleep. We will go fishing early at sun up.

THOMAS

(Hid his toy animals in a secret place.)

FLASH BACK – DAY – OLD FAMILY HOME

His Grandfather Max playing a guitar, and his uncle Chuborio playing guitar with him, it was pure magic to young Thomas, and he sat down listening so curiously. Thomas and Trutras went to sleep.

FADE OUT – PRESENT

EXT. NIGHT – SLEEPING QAURTERS

THOMAS

(Laying down in spoken prayer.)

God I always picture myself sleeping near your throne. God, there are people whom love you, and we need you. These people are around. I myself perhaps maybe creating a new kind of Heaven. Poets strive for the divine, and this mutual love to create, as two become, three, all to be one.

I do not find this to be absurd, your natural design, divine, genuine, all of the time.

(Gets up, and begins to write in his scribes at his table.)

V.O.

I awake these early hours to listen, pray, and make decisions, since I was born under the Virgo sun. I bred myself to thou wisdom, although too on guard. Will these be ancient, and shall the world know the art of listening? What are they hiding?

(THOMAS gets up, puts on his rob, grabs a sword, and walks out to walk to his outdoor sanctuary, the forest.)

THOMAS

Nothing seems to matter under these trees. This all charms me. The trees are mysterious like the Creator. I do too, love the meadows. I am someone out here. Out here, brings forth divine revelations and wisdom. People are bad tempered that live in the city. They have many fevers.

And Poetry, Poetry, we are part of a living, loving universe. The universe is constantly challenging us, guiding us, working through us throughout time. Our art and stories we tell, and how we give clues to each other across centuries.

(He places his sword on the grown besides him, and contemplates. He then stands upright on both of his forefingers.)

V.O.

A world without murderers, thieves, adulterers, liars, and drunkards. A world with of sense of empathy for every living thing, great or small. I could be a keeper, anointed, and forbidden to set foot outside the chapel grounds until I die. I have been asked to be recruited. To be a keeper of the ark. My mother wanted me to be, what I am a Poet, and a Musician. With no corrupting and poisonous creations. I predict the future Poets will be not corruptive. The worlds’ minds are full of fevers, how can one put things in their minds to cure them. Only if, they want to be cured? They are being blind sided by evil people in your name God. This be creating people to be cruel! People must surrender to their weaknesses.

God, we need Poets, lots of Poets, creating lots of Poetry!

A low thunder was heard in the distance, and Thomas laid in the grass.

THOMAS

Singing, the say, be the only medicine for unrequited love. Interesting, and better than being dunderhead, under the spell of lust. Kissing, although kissing must be fun. I do find myself pondering kissing.

(He mentally wrote, while looking at a cherry tree.)

V.O.

Then shall with universal dread
the Book of Consciences be read
to judge the lives of all the dead.

For now before the Judge severe
all hidden things must plain appear;
no crime can pass unpunished here.

THOMAS

God, these sins, are deadly fevers. Mercy, mercy. Touch us with your fingers, and hands again. The enemy, and enemies of your creations are to much for us.

A ghostly image of Libyan Sibyl, an oracle appeared, and whispered to Thomas, and he could only hear her.

LIBYAN SIBYAL

V.O. (Female)

What be mankind thinking? Why do they want to be Gods on earth?

Who made your sword, and why do you have one?

THOMAS

(Jumped to his feet, and laughed.)

Beauty! Fear! To save a poem people would have to read, and create poetry, same as life! All will be wounded by their vanity!

LIBYAN SIBYAL

(Giggles.)

What color am I?

THOMAS

Dark. Do you listen to the birds sing? Because I sense God in everything!

LIBYAN SIBYAL

Yes.

THOMAS

What color am I?

LIBYAN SIBYAL

Light. Do you feel cosmic creativity?

THOMAS

Yes.

Four men came out of nowhere, making extreme facial expressions, and sounds.

CYCLONE

Who are you speaking to, only we are to arouse the anger of the spirit of proportion? Are you safe guarding knowledge? Answer me, I am CYCLONE!

THOMAS grabbed his sword, looked at them, and they all had large jaws, low sloping foreheads, high cheekbones, some with flattened and upturned nose. They all had handle-shaped ears, hard shifty eyes, and scanty beards with baldness, furthermore they all had long arms.

THOMAS sensed they were going to stand their ground. The other men began to surround him, and make odd new faces, and eerie sounds.

The ghostly image of LIBYAN SIBYAL walked around them, looking closely at them, examining them.

THOMAS

You all mean to tell me, you can not feel Gods’ Angels pouring down love upon you?

They all looked up in fear.

THOMAS

So you do; yes, you do see God too. The bowls of God may empty upon you. I hope you are not lost in the storm. I like this situation, such a nice contrast. To combat, or not to combat? I am not a hunter, but you may or not know, I am like a Mountain goat. Men, I have a question, have you ever wondered why you are the way you are?

CYCLONE

There’s no perfume, and we still can not escape God. Your words stir us, hunting on the tail of the future. Oh the how, the why, and the when.

CYCLONES comrades spoke, with a new crazy expression.

COMRADE 1

We don’t fear the Gods.

COMRADE 2

Nor Death.

COMRADE 3

Gods are easy to obtain.

CYCLONE

(Laughed.)

Evils are easy to endure.

THOMAS

Can you break the connection to evils that please you? I am not afraid. You can talk to me about murder.

LIBYAN SIBYAL

(Whispered to Thomas, and only he could hear her.)

V.O. (Female)

The world is full of death and injustice. People continuing to suffer due to people who want to live forever. Beware of your heart on, your rejection of war and of the violence inherent in the human soul. They can not understand the soul mirror. They are weaker.

CYCLONE

You do not fear us.

(Laughed, and looked at his men.)

He wants to talk about murder.

We can get away with the reality of killing you. It is best for us to render from making friends, and in our power we will not be. We will return to the high ground city of Palm Trees, with no pity. Where we have our own high celestial talk.

THOMAS

This has been a delight. You know where to find me. Here, where I offer to Justice, to Temperance and Magnanimity, not to golden and delicate Abundance.

The four brutes walked away in silence.

Trutras the 4th Thomas’ dog came out of the woods wagging his tail, and then barked at the ghost.

LIBYAN SIBYAL

Oaths, binds, and bonds. Promises are to be taken very seriously and never broken unless one has no other choice. The people you love are always right behind you, even if you can’t sense them.

(She disappeared.)

The birds gathered, and sang.

FADE OUT – INTO PAST

INT. DAY – SCHOOL OF YOUNG THOMAS

Thomas attending his first day at this new school, and he felt something was not right. His teacher of a different race, displayed her anger in a way young Thomas could not understand.

RHOULAC

I am going to place your seat right in front of mine.

THOMAS

(Looked around, at the other children, looked closer at the girls, and sat down. He looked back at them, again, and seen he was with children of many races.)

A dark skinned girl smiled at him, and he smiled back. They all wrote the alphabet, over and over again.

FADE OUT

INT. NIGHT – THOMAS’ HOME

JACOBELLO

True people do not evacuate. God has not forsaken men, men have forsaken God. Thoth’s prophecy from the Asclepius seems to come true.

THOMAS

In the future, history will be a twisted perversion of the truth. There will be so many roads, and no one, will be able to know where to go.

JACOBELLO

The Angels know we know they are trying to save us.

THOMAS

For some it be to late. A time is coming when men will go mad, and when they see someone who is not mad, they will attack him, saying, ‘You are mad; you are not like us.

JACOBELLO

St. Anthony. People will become disconnected from the planet we live on.

THOMAS

We are the authors of our time, as others shall be of theirs. They, as people in our time, will have to connect to the Spirit Creator.

JACOBELLO

Angels will never give up.

THOMAS

They mostly find nightmares. Angels probably won’t be able to determine.

JACOBELLO

That’s why there shall have to be a Judgment Day!

THOMAS

Love does not know limits, neither in time nor in space; it survives beyond the dead and is stronger than the fear of an eternal damnation. How lucky we are if we love someone and someone loves us.

JACOBELLO

What are you thinking?

THOMAS

Love, and creation, more of, empires are enemies of Love! Love be Gods’ magic, and many are perverting it. Our souls are books we write, God and the Angels will read. So we must write good ones.

FADE OUT

INT. DAY – THOMAS HOME

Thomas looked over his bow and arrows, and a woman came to visit him with a deformed face. Her right eye was more place to her temple. Trutrast wags his tail, happy to see her.

EMMA

I came by to thank you for finding my children, and returning them to us. I also rather put some people in their place, because they had some harsh words to say about you. I too, get harsh words said of me.

THOMAS

(Laughed.)

Yes, we are great at letting things go, and many do not. People forget what they love, when on fire by hate.

EMMA

(Browsing through Thomas’ Macregol Gospels.)

People are being taught wrong, the very poor are for sure. Although there be much to learn from the poor.

THOMAS

Thank you my neighbor, much love.

EMMA

We are going to Lake Avernus. Please join us.

THOMAS

People are saying, it is the lake to hell.

EMMA

Yes, there may actually be some truth to the belief in non-human intervention, but it’s only today that we can truly start to understand it because of our own advances in knowledge.

THOMAS

Imagination. To control a large population. You get the population to endlessly squabble, and fight among themselves.

EMMA

Imagination, be something that humans will never be allowed to fully attain. I have to go, and do work. Out with the old, in with the new.

THOMAS hugs Emma as she leaves, and Trutrast barks. Thomas fed Trutrast, and ate food himself, in a hurry, and they both took a walk. As they walked the sparkles of the sunlight danced through the trees.

THOMAS

Things tend to follow us Trutrust. We have a duty.

(Looked back.)

Some peoples pedigree. We must guard our inspirations.

The ghost Cimmerian Sibyl appeared, and followed them.

CIMMERIAN SIBYL

V.O. Female.

Do not lead them to the mouths of the cave.

THOMAS

(Stopped, and Trutrust barked.)

Where do you come from?

CIMMERIAN SIBYL

Everywhere where Noah brought us.

THOMAS

I think you are gathering information for some dark reason. Some sort of engineering.

A dove flew into a tree close by them.

CIMMERIAN SIBYL

Do you know the language of the birds?

THOMAS

I feel the vibrations. I missed their chorus this morning.

CIMMERIAN SIBYL

The message be, you do not need to fear these shamans, and their evil spells that they are casting upon you and your people.

(She makes clicking sounds.)

THOMAS

This be Natures Kiss.

A crow flew into a tree, and called out to Thomas’ dog Trutrust.

CROW

Trutrust, Trutrust, Trutrust.

THOMAS

Trutrast, let no bird deceive thee.

Thomas and the Sibyl laughed at the same time.

CIMMERIAN SIBYL

One day I will show someone the ladder in the stars. The Chariots of the sun, and moon are moving. Thomas, the woman clothed by the sun be upon us. She be the Church.

THOMAS

This must also mean, so be the dragon.

CIMMERIAN SIBYL

Written in the stars. Look to the sky, we have a guest star, Nebula. Nebula, Thomas, Nebula.

This star was ten times larger than the sun, bursting with light, and people all over the world witnessed this. Trutrast walked near Thomas, looked at him, and sat close next to him. Thomas was in awe, and he spoken some word.

THOMAS

O what shall I, so guilty plead?

and who for me will intercede?

when even Saints shall comfort need?

O King of dreadful majesty!

grace and mercy You grant free;

as Fount of Kindness, save me!

You have numbered the world. They must know the trustworthy path.

CIMMERIAN SIBYL

Parmenides’ poem Thomas. Parmenides’ poem!

THOMAS

Puzzling in how many engage in strife, and not love. Yes, I carry it with me.

(Laughed.)

The winds moved, the crow, and dove flew away, and the branches quivered.

CIMMERIAN SIBYL

Animals have not fallen, as mankind begins to fall.

Mount Etna, the volcano began to growl. Gods way of recycling the earth. Everything is in a circle never ending but continually changing.

THOMAS

God be speaking, and not many listening. Always harvesting perhaps.

Thomas geared up his bow, smooth, and slow.

THOMAS

My arrow be water.

(He aimed it at the Nebula, shot the arrow, and laughed.)

FADE OUT

INT. NIGHT – THOMAS’ HOME

JACOBELLO

Do you want to go fishing at Milvian Bridge?

THOMAS

Sure why not. I saved two girls life there from drowning. Twice, two different times, imagine that.

JACOBELLO

You are an Angel, and the Angels are with you. You are a good man Thomas. You are a human dolphin. I think about the Constantine and Maxentius fight.

THOMAS

His vision of the flaming cross be amazing. Mayhaps the one yesterday was similar.

JACOBELLO

Questionable.

THOMAS

We must keep in mind the prophecy of Daniel, Seven: Twenty Five.

JACOBELLO

Freedom day too, of conscious. Let us go now, the fish are biting.

THOMAS

Tyrants are great shark bait.

JACOBELLO

Indeed. Only shall they fling themselves into the seas.

THOMAS

From history, people should learn the moral things. Seems humanity won’t be happy until it be all dead. People should respect others, lead from strife, and lead with and to love, it diverts hostility, and heartache.

JACOBELLO

I almost forgot. I brought you papyrus, to keep you on top of things.

THOMAS

Thank you much. Power leads to excess. Blindness to the limitations of human action incurs the downfall of all mighty kings.

JACOBELLO

God guarantees a perpetual historical cycle. This dynamic ensures that imbalances of power or greed. The too much and the too little ultimately level each other out.

THOMAS

No one is going to be like Solon for a long long time. A new time when people will realize they have a mutual responsibility for each other. Although, one will again, have to be a wolf among hunters.

JACOBELLO

Millenniums. He stood with a strong shield thrown before the both sorts, and would have neither to prevail unrighteously over the other.

THOMAS

True Poets do not tell lies. Eat some sesame cake before we go. Trustrat, let us eat.

FADE OUT

EXT. DAY – BEACH OF STRAIT OF MESSINA, ITALY

THOMAS

(Awake, and fishing.)

JACABELLO

(Asleep with his pole in the water, and Trutrast sat next to him.)

THOMAS began to cry, thinking of infinity, and the world in now. More of the power of the word, and where was love? Love in the words, and the music. Searching for sacred names. He thought of his parents, and knowing his mother only understood his importance.

The Ghostly image of Erythraean Sibyl, walked in smoke on the bridge, and it smelled as Thymbra. A weed that meant time. As she walked, she spoke, and placed down leaves in an acrostic arrangement so that the initial letters of the leaves always formed a word. It was a prophecy which written on leaves.

I Judgment shall moisten the earth with the sweat of its standard,

H Ever enduring, behold the King shall come through the ages,

S Sent to be here in the flesh, and Judge at the last of the world.

O O God, the believing and faithless alike shall behold Thee

[Y] Uplifted with saints, when at last the ages are ended.

S Seated before Him are souls in the flesh for His judgment.

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[X] Hid in thick vapors, the while desolate lieth the earth.

P Rejected by men are the idols and long hidden treasures;

E Earth is consumed by the fire, and it searcheth the ocean and heaven;

I Issuing forth, it destroyeth the terrible portals of hell.

S Saints in their body and soul freedom and light shall inherit:

T Those who are guilty shall burn in fire and brimstone for ever.

O Occult actions revealing, each one shall publish his secrets;

S Secrets of every man’s heart God shall reveal in the light.

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[Theta] Then shall be weeping and wailing, yea, and gnashing of teeth;

E Eclipsed is the sun, and silenced the stars in their chorus.

O Over and gone is the splendor of moonlight, melted the heaven,

[Y] Uplifted by Him are the valleys, and east down the mountains.

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[Y] Utterly gone among men are distinctions of lofty and lowly.

I Into the plains rush the hills, the skies and oceans are mingled.

O Oh, what an end of all things! earth broken in pieces shall perish;

S Swelling together at once shall the waters and flames flow in rivers.

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S Sounding the archangel’s trumpet shall peal down from heaven,

[Omega] Over the wicked who groan in their guilt and their manifold sorrows.

T Trembling, the earth shall be opened, revealing chaos and hell.

H Every king before God shall stand in that day to be judged.

P Rivers of fire and brimstone shall fall from the heavens.

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S A sign will be seen by all flesh

T The tree which is the boast and desire of those among the faithful

A Life to pious men, but a stumbling block to the world

Y Water illuminating the faithful in twelve wounds.

P A rod to rule and govern strongly.

O This was written before-hand by acrostic our God

S Savior, immortal king, who suffered on behalf of us.

THOMAS

God be mean and lean, although why me.

(Inspecting the leaves, ΙΗΣΌΎΣ ΧΡΕΙΣΤΟΣ ΘΕΟΥ ΎΊΟΣ ΣΩΤΗΡ ΣΤΑΎΡΟΣ)

ERYTHRAEAN SIBYL

Because you have grown, and shall prosper. Your heart Thomas.

God has appointed you with some tasks.

A herdsman, and his herd of goats walked past the bridge on the bank. Trutrast went to investigate.

THOMAS

God, and Gods’ true creations I believe will always outlive their enemies.

A man was sailing on a crate upon the sea.

THOMAS

(Looked at the Nebula sun, above the star was a yellow glimmer, with red whiteish rays.)

V.0.

Recall, dear Jesus, for my sake

you did our suffering nature take

then do not now my soul forsake!

In weariness You sought for me,

and suffering upon the tree!

let not in vain such labor be.

FADE IN – PAST

INT. DAY – THOMAS CHILDHOOD HOME

THOMAS was given natural talents and spiritual gifts, moving in ways he would slowly notice, and perfect as he grew older. A force by God one for all.

He had to learn his letters, he also had to learn speech, and he hesitated when he spoke, because he felt something was wrong. None of his family at this time served God, although his mother spoke to him about the Kingdom of God one night when he asked. It was her love and Gods that brought him to the muse.

FADE IN

INT. DAY – SCHOOL

THOMAS painted a picture of the stars, and a battle between the good Angels, and the bad Angels. His teacher was impressed, and shown it to all of the school.

FADE OUT

INT. DAY – THOMAS’ HOME

JACOBELLO

You seem to have a new friend.

THOMAS

Gods kind be always helping us. We are constantly brought back from extinction. I am being taught resistance.

JACOBELLO

I feel there is no change in human life with fortune, and genius. Do you still use your lyre and the ode to rebuke, to encourage, to frame myths and proverbs; also create hymns to the Gods?

THOMAS

Yes, I am working on one now. A prophecy; God leads me on, awakening and welcoming my poetic natures; and gives me visions. We have to awake humanity, because it be not looking good.

JACOBELLO

Evil people will fall on their swords, and die away. These times are a lesson for all, good people need to step up, and act.

THOMAS

It be our only chance to save others. It be all riddles to silly souls.

FADE OUT

INT. DAY – ROAD TO SAMOS ISLAND

THOMAS

Trustrat, does my music tame you?

(Laughed, and looks at Trustrat, and he wags his tail.)

Enjoying God is to not just stop at the level of the symbolism. Amazing Pythagoras. Sun sounds Om- (Aum). Trustrat, does my singing make rocks weep at my fight? Help me write a song, about names animals gave to each other. We have to make beautiful ratios, unlike the world out of ratio.

(Laughed.)

God be magical, and we must beware of pyrates. While we figure out why God now uses mortal men.

Butterflies were everywhere, and the Ghostly image of Samian Sibyl appeared.

SAMIAN SIBYL

Men of clay are corrupt, and always will be. A lost for thee

to the miserable day, exercised in a conflict, terrible and difficult, fearful judgment again, all shall come to destruction.

THOMAS will not see the last era of my song. Time will conceive and the great sequence of the ages will start afresh.

Men of clay have destroyed the great temple of the immortal God. The

land will be filled with dead bodies slain in a war and all the force of evil spirits by famine and plague by famine and plague and by enemies of a barbarous fury all of the lands, and all shall become a desert and all the cities be forsaken.

THOMAS

(Reached up, and prayed.)

This be all imprisonment of anticipation and dread of what will come. Also many beings, and things seem to be cunning, deceptive and confusing. Rome shall fall, all like.

SAMIAN SIBYL

Your verses are like the names of flowers.

THOMAS

O Judge of justice, hear, I pray,

for pity take my sins away

before the dreadful reckoning day.

Your gracious face, O Lord, I seek;

deep shame and grief are on my cheek;

in sighs and tears my sorrows speak.

SAMIAN SIBYL

Still true to oneself?

THOMAS

Prayer and Poetry. I am a sinner. I have been thinking of the Lords parable of the vineyard. Wicked tenants. The world be full of ugliness. Angels use animal horn or conch shell?

SAMIAN SIBYL

Of the elements.

THOMAS

More of Gods’ gifts. And man will trod!

SAMIAN SIBYL

And will make the world black.

A sparrow squeaked from somewhere unseen. Thomas looked at the folks, flocks, and flowers, before he, and Trutrast went across the beautiful blue water to the island of Samos.

THOMAS

Things I can not make, as Music and Poetry.

SAMIAN SIBYL

An agent of change.

FADE OUT – THE PAST

INT. DAY – THOMAS CHILDHOOD HOME

Thomas, and his friends were assembling their puppet show for their parents, of the vision of Ezekiel. Puppets were an Angel, Eagle, Lion, an Ox, and a Chariot. The show began.

THOMAS’ V.O. Youth

as the voice of the Almighty,

a tumultuous noise, as the noise of a host:

This is the living creature that I saw

under the God of Israel by the river of Chebar;

and I knew that they were the cherubim.

And I looked, and behold,

four wheels beside the cherubim,

one wheel beside one cherub,

and another wheel beside another cherub;

and the appearance of the wheels

was as the look of a chrysalis stone.

And they four had one likeness;

and their appearance and their work was

as it were a wheel in the middle of a wheel.

As for their rims,

they were high and dreadful and

they four had their rims full of eyes round about.

When the living creatures went,

the wheels went beside them;

and when the living creatures were lifted up from the earth,

the wheels were lifted up.

Wherever the spirit was to go, they went;

there was the spirit to go:

and the wheels were lifted up beside them;

for the spirit of the living creature

was in the wheels.

FADE OUT

INT. NIGHT – THOMAS’ HOME

JACOBELLO

My hero, how was your journey to your secret buying place?

THOMAS

Everywhere be a fuss in tastes and attitudes. Many have lost trust in all around.

JACOBELLO

Question everything, and do not take everything seriously.

(Laughed.)

We will all be a laughable centuries from now.

THOMAS

People will know what this place meant.

(Feeds Trutrast.)

JACABELLO

I admire your cares for truth rather than for glory, or for the praise or blame of men.

THOMAS
Know thyself and nothing too much, but respect.

(They both laugh.)

Truth be second to first to God as wisdom ammunition, because many will distort so much after we pass.

JACABELLO

Everything hopeless mixed up, and more and more.

THOMAS

New trees have been born from here to there. Need some milk? Did you bring your pail?

JACOBELLO

I have a wine-skin.

THOMAS

Good.

They walked out near some cows.

THOMAS

As I child, and still I do. I find glee in rainbows, halos, and comets, as many only do in the sun and moon.

Trustrast barked, rushing sounds could be heard, but there were no winds, furthermore the temperature spiked higher. They paid close attention to this strangeness. A mouse ran under the cows.

JACOBELLO

Impressive.

THOMAS

All of Gods’ work be impressive. Imagine flying like an Eagle, and seeing this creation from above.

FADE IN

INT. DAY – CORINTH

THOMAS speaking with, and watching a tent maker work. He glanced at the Mountain where the Romans destroyed Corinth.

THOMAS

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

TENT MAKER

(Not happy.)

No, not here. Diolkos. Porneu. Diolkos.

People were there close arguing about covering, and cutting their hair, furthermore many people were in prayer.

TENT MAKER

(Shews Trustrat away.)

THOMAS

It be a good day.

TENT MAKER

Here we turn the night into day. Are you a scribe?

THOMAS

Yes.

TENT MAKER

You must have good feet to travel all the way here.

THOMAS

I have been told this. I have been told there be an area of death in between this city.

TENT MAKER

Did you see any Dolphins?

THOMAS

Yes.

TENT MAKER

Are you gathering thorns, or roses?

THOMAS

Morality. One good turns deserve another, and what God wants, happens soon.

TENT MAKER

Beware people here may cut your body in pieces, and eat it before the eyes of the citizens. The starry sky turns round like a millstone, always bringing some trouble, and men being born or dying.

THOMAS

Thank you for my tent. I must go to the Mountain.

TENT MAKER

Find your own desires.

Thomas walks away, with his tent, and Trutrast follows. He went to where Apostle Paul once stood, and looked all around. People gathered around him as they walked on, and greeted him, and petted Trustrat.

WOMEN (One asked question.)

We like your toga. Where are you from?

THOMAS

Celano.

WOMEN

He has good liver. He has a good heart.

THOMAS

(Attempted to pull his hood on his toga, but his instinct told him not to.)

WOMEN

He is a brother of the Christ. Pray for us.

(They stare at him deep, and sharp. They covered their head, and walked away.)

THOMAS walked past a graveyard. He seen deeds of mankind, and prayed.

The ghostly image of the Cumaean Sibyl sang, and walked close to Thomas.

CUMAEAN SIBYL

I wanted to die, and I have. Women here are shocking, and they get away with it. Morally unbound.

THOMAS

What be that smell?

CUMAEAN SIBYL

The scent of the underworld.

THOMAS

Ah, the messages, and signals people send are something to think about.

CUMAEAN SIBYL

From the ground all life springs and to the ground life returns in death… What did you sense?

THOMAS

The miseries of history, with the origin and the decline of all empires.

CUMAEAN SIBYL

The primordial collective unconscious revealed. Have you been with a woman?

THOMAS

No. I will starve to death, while the world drinks, and whores around.

CUMAEAN SIBYL

Before their eyes, they do not see genius of God and Poets.

THOMAS

My passions are not like the rich.

CUMAEAN SIBYL

Intelligence and poverty go hand in hand. I will show you the dangers on this journey of life. I am like you. I too am a virgin.

A Peacock ran by, flash lightning appeared, and a small rumble of thunder sang. The ghost faded into air.

Thomas, and Trustrast walked home. He thought of the women, and the act of creation of a baby, furthermore wrote stanzas in his mind.

V.O.

You Who did Mary’s guilt unbind,

and mercy for the robber find,

have filled with hope my anxious mind.

How worthless are my prayers I know,

yet, Lord forbid that I should go

into the fires of endless woe.

FADE OUT – PAST

EXT. DAY – FIELD

THOMAS and all of his friends, and local kids playing mob football. A few dozen per-team. A two day game, capturing the ball, and taking the ball to their village. All stores were boarded up, played at their own risk, and they clashed heads.

THOMAS
Let’s have a win. One pancake, two.

(Kicked the football.)

To the village!

OPPONENT

To the Church porch!

Kids shouted, SCORE or DESTROY, as they played. Everyone took the game seriously.

THOMAS

(Yelled out!)

Use the river!

They scrapped, and scrapped, and pushed, and pushed. Grabbed and grabbed, and THOMAS got kneed in the mouth, and kept on playing. The game went into a stalemate, and the game got heated. No one took a break, and it began to rain with light snow.

THOMAS

BOOT IT! BOOT IT!

OPPONENT

Uppies, uppies.

Most chanted. Many got chinned, and shins got kicked. The losers never asked for a second game.

THOMAS

(Smiled, and tapped his mates on their backs.)

FADE OUT

EXT. DAY – THOMAS HOME

JACABELLO

How was the journey?

THOMAS

I did not rest, or sleep under the mountain.

JACOBELLO

Do you want to play cricket?

THOMAS

(Laughed)

No.

JACOBELLO

I understand. We are not as young as we were, although fruitful.

THOMAS

I am done reading all your papyrus on Emperor Domitian.

JACOBELLO

What do you think?

THOMAS

Fury begets fury.

JACOBELLO

He should have been buried alive.

THOMAS

He hates virgins.

The imperial guard walked by Thomas’ home.

THOMAS

They must be stalking the local region. Are you tired of hammering letters?

JACOBELLO

(Laughed.)

Hated it, loved it, hated it, love it, and so it be my friend too. I do not do tombstones.

Thomas stepped on, and killed a scorpion crawling along.

JACOBELLO

Some people are more contaminating, and poisonous than that being.

THOMAS

I have to agree, it will go all into the deep seas, and people will not get protective for the seas, and admit the wisdom of fish, and their ways of life too.

JACOBELLO

What do you mean?

THOMAS

Creation, and sex, furthermore extinction. Fathers of mankind will never stand guard of their children as creation intended.

It started to rain, and they went inside.

JACOBELLO

So you think humans will carve up the planet?

THOMAS

Do not ask questions you know the answers to.

JACOBELLO

Yes I know you like rising stories against oppressors. A man comet upon the land.

THOMAS

I too feel the shift.

EMMA came to Thomas’ home with vegetables on a silver dish.

EMMA

I came by to make sure you were not asleep, and bring you nourishment. People are everywhere going crazy over todays gladiator match. Everyones heckling everyone about the coming Olympic games.

THOMAS

I smell the death from the last one.

(Handed Emma some coins.)

JACOBELLO

(Wiped his dagger.)

The rain ceased, and a Raven came upon the window.

JACOBELLO

Reminds me of Suetonius.

There was a raven, strange to tell,
Perched upon Jove’s own gable, whence
He tried to tell us “All is well!” –
But had to use the future tense.

THOMAS

The die been cast. I must work. I beckon, be a sign from God. You both must go, and induce your payroll.

EMMA

Yes, I have to feed the statue makers now.

Trustast came into the home as they left. The Raven flew away. Thomas looked out the window, and a rainbow shined.

THOMAS

(Wept, and whispered.)

What you see be what you get.

God I feel, what Cornelius Tacitus knows will happen again far far into the future. To suppress therefore the common rumor, Nero procured others to be accused, and inflicted exquisite punishments upon those people, who were in abhorrence for their crimes.

Thank you for the stroke of love.

(Knelt in prayer as Trutrast laid down.)

As Thomas was in prayer, he had visions of life in the future in social, cosmic, and spiritual deaths. Most puncturing he recalled, two boys from his youth, one calling his mother an ugly frog, and another throwing sand in his eyes, and this stood him up from his prayer.

THOMAS

This be where I learned to fight back, and to turn the other cheek. I forgave, and forgive, as I have been. God be red, red, red. Red.

What seeds have been planted?

Has this been all along child abuse?

Does central Asia know what Angels bestow this there?

Has the end happened already?

Why be our souls like toys?

Why can’t love conquer death and suffering?

Show us things forward!

The dagger, and the sun does not have to work like this.

What be perched on the end of history?

Poetry must save you and us, must!

THOMAS wrote:

V.O.

Divorced from the accursed band,

o make me with Your sheep to stand,

as child of grace, at Your right Hand.

When the doomed can no more flee

from the fires of misery

with the chosen call me.

The Ghost of Hellespontine Sibyl came upon Thomas, and spoke.

HELLESPONTINE SIBYL

You must not try to bend them, only yourself, be gentle upon the wind. The Spirit has spoken, and speaks to you. We should always love and respect everything that is in the existence of our beautiful and benevolent universe, everyone and everything is connected, we all become one.

THOMAS

Fear, things be causing fear, and it seems to be more addicting than love. We must be connected to all forces of nature.

HELLESPONTINE SIBYL

You have a humble heart, and mind. Like you, and the few, the before future will learn, learn the evil jaws of all empires shall fall. I love your symbolic garden.

THOMAS

My way of controlling chaotic nature, and never a day I do not work in it.

The Ghostly image of HELLESPONTINE doublet, Phrygian Sibyl appears.

PHRYGIAN SIBYL

I bring you the cup of understanding. Fear be what will kill those souls Thomas. No one listens.

THOMAS

You look more identical than with your sister Erythraean.

They smile, and look at each other holding their smile.

PHRYGIAN SIBYL

When the dread trumpet resounds, the deepest earth will yawn open,
Kings will be set before the throne of God.
He will deliver the final judgment on the good and the wicked,
for the latter, fire, for the rest, eternal delights.

HELLESPONTINE SIBYL

There are ten of us, we are the triplets.

THOMAS

I had a dream once, me and my friends formed a circle to protect triplet sisters from a brutal riot, and rape.

The Sibyl sister spoke in sync, God be your friend. Your love be eternally, and they both gave him two pink roses.

THOMAS

We are possessed by God, are we not?

(Tears came from his eyes, happy, wonder tears.)

PHRYGIAN SIBYL

Yes, we were beloved of God. Divine madness.

HELLESPONTINE SIBYL

Drunk with God, the wise, love intoxicated.

THOMAS

Pure beauty.

HELLESPONTINE SIBYL

Gods harvest be for some.

THOMAS

People are not going to know fact from fiction, unless they have a near death experience or listen with tuned instinct to wise people. People as me, will ask what can be done? When we know them by their fruits.

Thomas heard someone by his door, so he opened it, and a robed man ran away, and Thomas went to get a clothe rag, and wiped the door handle.

THOMAS

With this capital crime, you shall never poison me with ointments. I do not want to be part of any who killed Jesus.

Thomas looked around, and the Sibyls were gone.

THOMAS

I see from scripture, they are trying to mind control. Skulduggery! Creating numerous new sins, from the original sin.

Thomas warns his neighbors about the evil doings of someone putting poison ointment on door knobs.

FADE OUT – THE PAST

INT. THOMAS’ HOME

Thomas worked as a horse and wagon washer, and he purchased every musical instrument made, and learned it, furthermore to play by ear, and read music notation, and as he learned he drove his mother crazy but he improved and improved. He also wanted to be a Jester, so he wrote his own to his own music.

SOUND SONGS

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qciFoQx1ex0

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NNFcEGPr-5k

FADE OUT

EXT. DAWN – AT SEA

Thomas and Jacobello were on the ocean sailing, and went free diving, for food, shells and sponges. In their boat were a few disk shaped, flat and smooth marble stones, and ropes. Thomas brought his bow and arrows. As Jacobello got naked, Thomas set the boats anchor, and got Jacobello secured to the stone with a thin rope.

THOMAS

You can not hide from yourself down there.

JACOBELLO

The flickering beams of sunlight be with me. This is supreme terrestrial.

Jacocbello put on a nose clip, and frog jumped/head first. All he had on him was a belt, and dagger pouch. He used the stone as a helm as he sunk below into the blue.

Thomas focused on the rope, and thought deep as Jacobello went deep, and deeper.

THOMAS

Noah, Noah I always think about you out here. Noah!

POV – UNDERWATER

V.O.

Our minds are deep. They go far deeper than we know or can measure, deep enough to drown in. People only fear what they don’t try understand.

A fish, most familiar with the water, it’s home. Although oxygen is essential, it does not live on land, for it needs water as much as it needs oxygen. On land, it will dry up like an empty, lifeless riverbed. Deep in the depths of its mind, it will drown.

So we must get familiar with God, as with nature. I sense the two worlds, and merge them together. For it is living in these two separate realities that all terrestrial beings, all of us need to operate in. Only once you cross the surface into this other world, we can observe silence, and at peace.

People must look up, and look down, at our roots, at what we are and where we come from. In this ocean, there be silence, and in its very depths, we can hear, but we cannot speak. Words are no longer necessary or logical, or structures.

In another dimension of ourselves, we begin to understand the depth of our nature. We are not just our conscious minds, we are not our physical being only. We are what we think. And what we think runs deeper than we know.

Who we are cannot be put into words, for language is a product of communication, of speech, of our living on land, so identifying ourselves by these means imposes a boundary within our minds and a limitation onto our being. We must operate at our highest, for we have to defy ourselves only on the surface, and ignore the evils depths, and keep vitality on our spiritual needs. This earth, our collective mind will become a reflection of us.

We must never leave our mind, or our soul in ignorance and apathy, to be polluted, murky and poisonous, and not let the air and spirit be filled with smoke and disease, only only love and life.

POV – ABOVE WATER

ONLAND

CYCLONES MAN 1,

(Making extreme facial expressions, and sounds.)

Cyclone look there is Thomas in that boat.

CYCLONE

(Making extreme facial expressions, and sounds too.)

Go get our canoe, hurry. Great place to execute him. Hurry!

Cyclones men raced to get the canoe not far, and he seen Thomas was not alone, as Jacobello brought up shells, and sponges.

Cyclone and his men boarded their canoe, and oared there way to Thomas.

Jacobello went back below, and felt Thomas tug on the rope as he noticed Cyclone, and his men come unto the water with their canoe. Jacobello dropped sponges he had, and climbed his rope up. He knew Thomas was in trouble because Thomas did not pull up on rope.

Thomas knew they were violent, and they were going to be confronted with something bad.

THOMAS

(Yelling at them.)

This is a sham. God be my witness. I scorn myself to do no ill to you vile men. Cyclone you have no honor. I am not impeded.

CYCLONE

(Laughed.)

As they got to their boat one man cut Jacobellos rope. Thomas stood up, prepared for the battle. Underwater Jacobello cut his thigh with his dagger, and swam under their canoe. He took a breath of air, with his head only out from the side of their canoe, and no one seen him.

Cyclones’ men looked around for Jacabello.

CYCLONE

He must be hiding on the other side of the boat. Dive in, and retrieve him.

They dove over, and Jacobello tipped their canoe, forcing Cyclone to fall into the sea, and Jacobello, climbed in their boat, as Thomas helped him in. Jacobello grabbed an oar, and beat them in the head. Thomas looked at his thigh bleeding.

JACOBELLO

My blood will provoke sharks and piranha.

(Swung the oar more. One shark got the scent, and ascended to their place.)

Their blood too. Get your oar, let us get to shore.

They raced to the shore, and Cyclone and his men, slowly got safe in their canoe, but they were to wounded to give chase.

THOMAS looked at his bow and arrows, and looked at Jacabello.

THOMAS

I can not do it.

JACABELLO

(Still bleeding.)

I can. I can be a hells’ treasure.

Jacobello took the bow, one arrow at a time, and shot them all at sea.

THOMAS

I shall pray. I pray for them, and I pray for you, and I pray for me.

JACOBELLO

I feel no remorse. Still, pray for me Thomas, pray for me. Who were they, do you know?

THOMAS

Local drunkards.

Crabs came out of the sand.

THOMAS

A storm will come tomorrow.

Jacabello swam to their canoe, and tipped it over. Thomas watched him, the shark, and he prayed more again, and Jacobello swam back.

FADE OUT

INT. DAY – THOMAS HOME

Thomas was sitting, and in a trance with the supreme. He knew Jacabello committed a deadly sin. A storm outside his home sung.

THOMAS

Trustrat, did you hear me dreaming last night? Did I mentioned the city upon water, where everyone walked upon a few inches of flowing water? It was beautiful.

Trustrat wagged his tail, and rubbed against Thomas.

THOMAS

Where be the invisible voice?

The ghost of Tiburtine Sibyl spoke.

TIBURTINE SIBYL

I am here Thomas, I am Tiburtine, Albunea.

Flocks and flocks of geese flew above the home, honking, and honking.

TIBURTINE SIBYL

Trustrat will grow wings, and protect you forever. Also all his teeth will grow longer and sharper. Unlike you who have found your place in the universe. Men will lack of relevance in relation to the world. Mankind will always build savage empires, because they all will not find their potential in nature. Although the rivers will always flow, into the falls. Always be lead by nature, never mankind. Listen to the rivers.

Thomas knelt, and looked down.

SOUND SONG: El Cant de la Sibil·la Provençal

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jvP-m1zBLeo

TIBURTINE SIBYL

I have been granted insight into the mystery of human intentions as God sees, and judges them. Like Isaiah in his vision of the Temple.

THOMAS

I see the shadow of the tribulation. Before all the signs of the times shall shine. God sees the mankind trying to be invisible, as in the wall, and Gog and Magog. God be mindful of me, and many others.

TIBURTINE SIBYL

(Smiles.)

Thomas got up, and wrote.

V.O.

Before You, humbled, Lord, I lie,

my heart like ashes, crushed and dry,

assist me when I die.

Full of tears and full of dread

is that day that wakes the dead,

calling all, with solemn blast

to be judged for all their past.

FADE OUT

EXT. DAY – ROOF TOP OF THE ARCH OF JANUS

THOMAS

(Looking at the Church of St. George.)

Pet pigs, pet pigs

The armed flock of birds hung a fox in a tree

Giant rabbits rode monkeys on their killing spree

Brides, brides

Where no nuns wanted to see priests pee blood and to think

When I am done writing all of this, I am going to need a drink

Gregory, Gregory

All books shall have chains, that you ask all of me

All wisdom powerful as an asp, all pages bound with a clasp

I am where the doors are closed

Here be where all war is contained

And to go to Germany I am proposed

Is it here, where the Devil will be chained

So many places

And many have two faces

I go, I go alone,

to the friars of Worms, Speyer, and Cologne

Lord, have mercy, Jesus blest,
grant me them all Your Light and Rest. Amen.

The ghostly image of Persian Sibyl came, and spoke.

PERSIAN SIBYL

You are a saint who will write about a saint. You will teach about salvation, and many holy deeds. You will draw from the memories of martyrs, the ascetics, and the monks, about St. Francis, and the Children of Peace. You will also rebuild a church. You will have access to the book of miracles. Humility, Charity, and for years your work will help the ever struggling sinner. A testament of focused hope.

The Persian Sibyl kissed Thomas’ hands, and disappeared.

FADE IN

EXT. DAY – SEA

War ships with Griffins on board at sea.

V.O.

“When you look for it, you cannot find it. When you find it, you can’t get rid of it. When you do neither, it’s right there.” _Tilopa

THOMAS

No, ah, so many sea people, so many. The true Church is being hijacked by pyrates. The truth will never be what people want it to be. People will have to use their gut.

A long ship of loaded with guillotines passed by, and Thomas felt the tides of debauchery.

V.O.

Chose to lose, if sin be to win. The virtues of Peace.

I am no disciple of him. Pope commands, I must seek the trustworthy. Children uttered shameful things, and gestures made more disturbing. Thomas looked at the trees, and looked at the adults. Thomas knew too, reading wisdom of God was like a blind person, walking into a tree, and scathing it with hands, all over the bark, and wondering, and wondering what this be, and all along it was right in front of thee.

FADE IN

EXT. DAY – ITALY

Here in beautiful Italy. Thomas, and Trustrat walked in the valley with a bag of clothing, and food. He observed the spirit of the world here, as Trustrat sniffed, and wagged along. Children were reared in arrogance, in an age of vanity. Everywhere was Babylon. Shops of military weaponry were everywhere too. Saddles, shields, spears, and daggers. Thomas had to keep heaven on his mind, and decipher who was liberating who. He felt something was wrong, very wrong.

FADE IN

INT. NIGHT – MONASTERY

Thomas organized his sleeping bedding, and his writing equipment. He petted Trustrat, prayed, laid down, and looked at the ceiling.

THOMAS

Tomorrow, Trustrat, we will go into the lonely wilderness, and find our own crypta.

V.O.

When God gives you a spiritual pearl, one must conceal it from mockers. A Bride, beauty and marriage. I am beginning to understand Franceso.

FADE OUT

ENT. DAY – CHURCH

Church bells ringing.

V.O.

A fatal disease was everywhere. Although with the mercy of the redeemer, I will come to victory over myself, and the disease.

Thomas, and Trustrat walked through the Arch of Titus, and he looked at the panel showing The Spoils of Jerusalem. Bandits walked by.

V.O.

Political, religious, and philosophical discourse is still hungry for the concept of sharing.

The imperial Calvary rode by, and they got to the Church. Canonesses were sitting among the trees, looking at the birds, while they sung.

SISTER RACHEL

Brother Thomas, welcome to the church of San Damiano.

THOMAS

I had to see it first hand.

(Looks at a hut on the premises.)

SISTER RACHEL.

Great, Jacobello is here waiting for you. Come inside.

INT. DAY – CHURCH

JACOBELLO

(Looking close to the crucifix.)

Look, must be a large mistake. Saint Francis was fooled. Jesus is being mocked, and we need to expose the heretics. Look at this phallic symbol on this San Damiano Crucifix. Also look at the nuns hands. This and masturbation be violating the ten commandments all in one. This be a rape of the soul.

THOMAS

What else do you sense here? Do you sense the sisters devotion, their patience, their grace of abstinence and silence, their title of highest poverty, their fragrance of virginity and chasity, their humility, and their virtue of charity?

(Looks at Jacobello to remain silent about that.)

A sister walked by ringing a bell, and one shown them a map of convents.

SISTER RACHEL

Self sacrifice for the self suffering, and it’s because we love Jesus, and we what he loves, the people, the church. We pray for priests on the forefronts of battle. We have a battle inside.

Thomas and Jacobello look at each other. Jacabello looks at the candles, and they all listen to the singing.

SISTER RACHEL

The spirit fills our life, and they say the spirit fills everything it permeates the whole of the world so some people use the word of spirits as a playful thing. It’s God permeating our lives with the

beautiful playfulness of the Holy Spirit. I don’t mean good doing good good, but I mean it can be wild and amazing and beautiful and loving and relationships and the spirit fills people in sexual relationships with beauty and you know in a whole that facet of life in music and dance.

Thomas and Jacobello look at each other, again.

THOMAS
This must be a book at another time.

JACOBELLO

Yes, calling out nature playing tricks on you.

SISTER RACHEL

You name it, everything that sort of beauty of the earth that sort of spirit filling us all.

(Looks around, and out the window.)

About the world today it’s a mess, and thank God for the people who listen to God, and try to make it better but rather intimate because the majority of the world are leaving out God. It’s a Godless world.

Again, Thomas and Jacobello look at each other.

SISTER RACHEL

I sent a message to the sisters at Saint Mary of the Portiuncula, so they are expecting you. It be great you are writing about St. Francis. It is not so deserted there.

THOMAS

(Smiled, and nodded.)

A sister came, and gave them each a small basket of bread and fish, and a cup of water.

SISTER RACHEL

The earth is in darkness, and there’s only light illuminating in these places and that is the place of the holy trinity, one God! Saint Francis loved these churches more than other places in the world. For he began humbly, and progressed virtuously.

THOMAS

I see St. Francis hut is still outside.

SISTER RACHEL

(Smiles.)

Yes, and you will feel embraced there.

Pilgrims came into the church.

SISTER RACHEL

Glory be to God in the highest. Remember Thomas the battles of Saint Anthony, against demons.

THOMAS

Yes, the most gifted knowledge besides the Bible.

FADE OUT

EXT. DAY – ITALY

The Imperial guards walked with heathens in chains.

JACOBELLO

Demons use trickery to get people to get their lustful spawn on. One lust leads to another, creating for themselves, a feast of souls.

THOMAS

Yes the spirit of fornication. Get thee, behind us.

JACOBELLO

How are we to handle this outlook on religion being a medicine?

THOMAS

Most people are always searching for what makes them feel peace. Material, intoxication, also and mainly perfect love.

JACOBELLO

This new Christianity could be a cover up for war mongers, and their greed? I make a difference with the disciples of Christ. We have no blood on our hands, and Christ is in our hearts. I ponder, how God presented all of creation to Adam, for him to choose a mate that was suitable, but he found none, and it wasn’t until Eve was presented that he knew she was the one.

THOMAS

Those that seek true love for love and God, it must be hard.

JACOBELLO

I no longer ponder the mystery of death, although I do on the mystery of love, and it’s creation, and what it all creates. Because God selects people, and creates a new future for them. I have witnessed this, and they asked for it. God heard them.

THOMAS

God uses many people to show them to the light. I feel we are as frogs leaping onto stones of wisdom, and not falling into the swamp of sin.

JACOBELLO

(Laughed.)

I like that, yes. We must remain close to God, we must isolate ourselves. It’s for a higher good, we must suffer this loss.

THOMAS

Tell me about your parents.

JACOBELLO

They always asked if I am happy. I also told them me and you are one of the few remaining bastions of true spirituality in this rotten, greedy, material world.

THOMAS

We have weened well away from our parents, and the world. After we get to Portiuncula we must get a mule to carry food, because Santiago de Compostela is a long way away.

JACOBELLO

To the field of stars we go.

Thomas whistled for Trustrat, and he came running to them.

FADE IN

EXT. NIGHT – ROAD TO SPAIN

Thomas, Jacobello, Trustrat walking with a mule.

JACOBELLO

In the day light. I think you should ride, and write.

THOMAS

(Laughed.)

I will try. Tame your thoughts.

JACOBELLO

(Laughed.)

My skull be fine, like most, it be what’s inside peoples skulls what be not. They must conduct the fight with patience for inner peace, and realize grief will follow us until we die.

THOMAS

Are you going to allow them to keep your skull when you die?

JACOBELLO

Sure why not. I’d make a great lantern. I brought extra sandals for us.

(Sung a song.)

THOMAS

Lord, we are poor sinners.

JACOBELLO

They’ll clean are skulls from dust with wine. Who will have more sutures, yours or mine?

THOMAS

Very funny, Jacobello. Look at my face, you can already see my grace.

JACOBELLO

(Laughed.)

To the Mountain.

Strange lights in the sky appeared over them as they nourished, and rested from fatigue.

FADE OUT

EXT. DAY – STREET FESTIVAL

They walked by a blacksmith. A drummer, a horn player, and dancers were in the road dancing. They passed a sword vendor, and a fur trader. They stopped, and looked at arrows with the bow maker. They observed a jewelry maker, and examined papyrus.

JACOBELLO

We are growing better. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea for any of them to see the Pope? They should have remained in the desert, and the wilderness, this swept away dogmas and traditions to reveal what Jesus actually taught.

THOMAS

Are you afraid to be jailed, beaten, insulted, mocked, or stripped naked?

JACOBELLO

No, I am talking about in the long walk, issues years ahead of us.

THOMAS

I understand, the inclinations. Jesus went back into society.

JACOBELLO

We are not Jesus. What I am getting at be, true unity when the Son comes back.

THOMAS

Walking helps us think.

JACABELLO

(Laughed.)

We are walking through fire. Always under the assault of demons.

(He pictured snakes everywhere on the ground.)

THOMAS

We will overcome. Take happy steps, although beware, it all be an internal struggle.

JACABELLO

(Laughed.)

We are alive. What do I look like?

THOMAS

Like a Mountain. What do I look like?

JACABELLO

(Laughed.)

One who will endure to the end. Also I have been thinking.

(Stops walking to talk.)

You can not get everyone because they will turn on you. When I talk to God, lawmen, and I call out to friends to save kin folk and mostly truth of Poets and I rise, walk, and I breath and they do not walk with me to talk, because they are looking for some money that earth made. I say listen to the soul God gave you, and fear not… These leaders lead everyone to pain, pick it up, shove it down their throat and gain… Souls that believe in God will not fight for you. We are not as others whom follow God in the arena, seems we are taking them out, only. No, these people they will not fight in the arena. They are dead and gone. They are on the belt of burning fire and the God none n o n e believes in will always be there like the humans that destroy. Repercussions be not man made karma. It be a game of sorts and Angels play, and most people are scared. As Jesus spoke, the Kingdom of Heaven be inside you. What he did not say without a parable be… The snakes shall use it against you…. The 11th commandment be same as love thy neighbor.

THOMAS

Truth!

SOUND SONG:

Sanctorum Meritis

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RU8EOKrERuw

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nt686uyytvM

They walked by a palace singing,’Sanctorum Meritis’, and people out front laughed at them, further down the road, they seen people living in huts, and a few folk came up to them, and asked for food, and Thomas gave them turnips.

Some people were covered in ice in ditches as they walked by. They prayed with them, and the hut people. Some spoke of Enoch, and some spoke of Elijah.

THOMAS

We all struggle on the path to the Kingdom of God.

They hugged each of them, and carried on. One yelled out, Stay away from the stain of sin, the Bastard, William the Conqueror made, and he is feeling the judgment of the Great Judge. Thomas and Jacocbello looked at each other, and raised their eyebrows. Not long up the road, a man was pulling a man with a cord around his neck into the city, and the prisoner spoke, ‘Look, see me, this glutton, excess in drunkenness.’

THOMAS

May the Lord bless you, by learning the ways of Saint Franceso. Lord have mercy on us. Love God with all your powers, and weaknesses.

JACOBELLO

The good struggle. Silence be the language of heaven, and hymns.

Lovers walked by.

THOMAS

Couples must have God and love in their hearts for it to work, and their offspring will sense this, and they too will have God and love in their hearts.

JACOBELLO

Thomas, people feel at peace with you. Seems most of the world be a void, of spiritual emptiness.

They purchased vegetables, and sun flowers from a vendor, and food for Trustrat.

VENDOR

Thank you, these come from the top of the Mountain from the Monastery.

THOMAS

Welcome, I would like some candles too. I will be writing at night.

VENDOR

What are you writing?

THOMAS

The Life of Saint Francis.

VENDOR

Then the candles are free. Pray for me.

THOMAS

Yes, and thank you.

As they walked the sun began to go down.

THOMAS

Socrates says that, although madness can be an illness, it can also be the source of man’s greatest blessings. There are four forms of such divine madness, prophecy from Apollo, holy prayers and mystic rites from Dionysus, poetry from the Muses, and the highest form love from Aphrodite and Eros. The madness of love arises from seeing the beauty of the earth and being reminded of true, universal beauty.

Unfortunately, most earthly souls are so corrupted by the body, that living tomb which we carry about, that they lose all memory for the universals. When their eyes fall upon the beauty of the earth, they are merely given over to pleasure, and like a brutish beast rush on to enjoy and beget.

FADE OUT

EXT. NIGHT – SCHOONER SHIP

It was about to be early morning where the suns rays where about to carve out the beauty of Dalmatia islands, and the river, furthermore the great water falls.

They rowed by Almohad warships.

JACOBELLO

No one is going to fight for someone who wants a different form of government or who wants to have more land and people to tax and leaders know this. They also know how to paint a fight with religious colors and the crusaders come flying to their standard. No matter what war that has been given a religious varnish.

THOMAS

Sad, religious fanaticism provides minimal gain. All it does is push your enemies to be just as zealous and vicious as you so it creates this cycle of increasing animosity. They walk with sword, and we, we walk with staff.

JACABELLO

Are you afraid we will be captured, and beaten.

THOMAS

No!

(Made the sign of the cross.)

Lord give us peace.

Once they got to shore, many types of birds came to look, and sing, furthermore rabbits frolicked around them. Trustrat was able to sniff the rabbits.

THOMAS

I find it powerful, being Saint Franceso started his sermons speaking, Angels, Men, and Devils.

JACABELLO

Nice, he was tough on them.

THOMAS

(Sung, Jacopone da todi.)

JACOBELLO

Praise of chasity and poverty.

SOUND SONG:

Jacopone da todi

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KO9CsnUBrFU

They made camp at the shore, to rest, and people brought them bread.

A young man came to them. An older man came to them too, as also two older womaen came to them with cheesecake. They came with joy, and their miracles stories of faith and of God. As Thomas wrote their stories of St. Francesco healing them from blindness, crippling, and lameness, Jacocbello made them something to eat as well to share.

Two women walked the shore lines where Thomas and Jacobello got out of the boat, and followed their footsteps to where the people and Thomas and Jacobello where. They smiled, and gave them pizzas.

WOMAN

Saint Francis drove out evil spirits in us, and now we have eternal salvation.

THOMAS

Please join us, tell me about it, so I can write about it.

JACABELLO

How did you all know we were here?

MAN

The Kings Knights told us to come. They are up there on the Mountain protecting us.

THOMAS

Did he mention, money was dust to him, that caused distractions?

MAN

There is an abandoned church, north from here, you all can sleep, and pray there. There no one will frighten you with ruin.

THOMAS

Thank you.

(Looks at Jacobello.)

They trusted this man, gathered their things, and walked to the Church.

THOMAS

Jacobello, I feel the Devil dancing, and his dance be, creating smoke, so people have a hard time being perfect like Christ.

JACOBELLO

People do hold the poison dart of death.

The birds followed them, and sang.

THOMAS

We are going to sleep here, not in the Church. God and Angels do not care for material things.

JACOBELLO

I am more for the wisdom of Jesus, than all these people doing all this church beginnings, because I feel bad magic at air. These people are not sharing Gods wisdom. Jesus never told anyone where the Angels rest, and their powers. This, new ordeal, maybe the worst of harmful thing to the human spirit. We must stay upon about morals, loving others, and doing to others what you want them to do to you.

THOMAS

So you are saying they are tricking people, for false, plenary indulgences?

JACOBELLO

To conquer internal sindulgences. We must sense all of the goodness of creation. We must never close our eyes, and idolize creation. This world belongs to God, and in all forms people will destroy it, all.

THOMAS

We are protected by Jesus, and the Angels of heaven. Although we must become a new man, in mercy, and charity. We must be careful of what externally can scar us.

JACOBELLO

My parents did not love each other, although I love them, but I feel this dark goal happening.

THOMAS

Get some sleep.

JACOBELLO

Jesus did not teach these indulgences.

THOMAS

I know.

JACOBELLO

What do you think demons do to people God does not want?

THOMAS

Great question, has to be score more than any thing we have seen humans do before. Maybe if they can not conquer us with vices, wars or injustices, maybe they do subtly with guiles, gradually leading people into the spirit of the world, making them feel nothing is wrong.

JACOBELLO

I know we have goodness in our hearts, but what if people are creating this evil, because most people are naturally evil?

THOMAS

There are good animals, and dangerous ones. Seems to me it be the same for beings we can not sense. There be love and peace, focus on that Jacobello.

Thomas lit candles, and wrote for awhile as Jacobello went to sleep.

FADE OUT

EXT. DAY – SAME CAMP

JACOBELLO

Sin be depressing.

THOMAS

That’s what I am getting at. Look I am trying to be a good person, and follow my instinct.

JACOBELLO

Alright, but I have killed people, for you.

THOMAS

(Silent.)

Modify it with God, in a good way, will you! They were going to kill us, never forget that.

JACOBELLO

I had a sight, Jesus was with us, and it came with birds singing. Thomas. I have to admit. I am tired of praying for people, and what I mean by that, the people I pray for always turn against me, and us, and ones I do not pray for do not believe in God they are the ones that end up on our side. Makes no sense to me. It seems these people I pray for are selfish, or something deeper.

THOMAS

The big evil one, and those people can not harm us. When people do not love you with their own soul as you loved them with yours you have to let them go.

Wild goats, and sheep walked by as Thomas, Jacobello, and Trustrat walked to the La Verna Mountain.

JACOBELLO

They walk among each other, and must get away from humans, because they will eat them.

THOMAS

Yes, and we must watch where we walk, and not step on flowers, and worms.

JACOBELLO

It be amazing in how you like writing, as Franceso did.

THOMAS

(Smiled.)

All writings are articulations of Gods’ name, that point to good deeds.

Once they got to the Mountain they were in awe of the strange rock formations, and so many butterflies.

THOMAS

We are where God prepared a Mountain for Franceso.

JACOBELLO

Maybe we too can see, the six winged Christ. What has been on my mind be this, this is all going to seem scary to people in the future, and some I believe will think Franceso be only prideful. Did not Christ warn us about that too?

THOMAS

(Fed Trustrat, and the donkey.)

Yes, I understand, and that be why there must be a judgment day. We are going to rest here for a few days, so this way we do not decay, faster than needed.

JACOBELLO

Yes this be great spot for a battle camp of God.

THOMAS

No honor from the people, only glory from God.

FADE OUT

EXT. ITALY

As they made their way to the center of Italy into the city of Rieti Lazio, they noticed red mason bees everywhere collecting mud. They walked through Siena.

JACOBELLO

Why do I sense the demons of diseases here?

THOMAS

Keep focus on Gods’ light, the special love.

JACOBELLO

Thomas, Jesus saved Gods’ people. Do you think this Church should not take it out on his people?

THOMAS

Keep focus on Gods’ light, all gifts are grace with agony. Suffering is growing close to God, and God will go to any extent to reach us.

JACOBELLO

Pray for us.

They both looked at the sunlight through the trees, and pondered the stamp of stigmata on Saint Franceso.

FLASH TO:

Imagery of Christ with six wings, and the process of the gift of stigmata to Saint Franceso.

FADE IN

EXT. DAY – CHAPELLE -FRANCE

Thomas and Jacobello stood by a fire the people of the Church prepared, and they were about to bring the gift of light into the Church. This lamp lighting ceremony was a symbolic, light over darkness.

SAINT LOUIS IX

France-ish, france-ish, noble and free. You two are also noble and free. Welcome to France.

Much younger than the two. St. Louis looked marvelous, and full of glory.

SAINT LOUIS IX

I am more of a King, than a monk, and I admire your existence.

THOMAS

It must not be easy in being a King.

SAINT LOUIS IX

Yes, a Christian King. It be all troubling in rising a Kingdom.

JACOBELLO

I admire your confidence.

SAINT LOUIS IX

Be faith, mere faith. Please come into the new chapel.

SOUND SONG: Sainte-Chapelle

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hQk6i436Gr0

FADE IN

INT. CHAPEL

The Deacon lit oil lamps.

SAINT LOUIS IX

Follow me into the lower chapel.

They followed the King.

JACOBELLO

(Looked around in awe of the Gothic art of the stained glass.)

Let there be light.

SAINT LOUIS IX

(Laughed.)

In the morning it will all be better to look at. You will be welcome to spend hours in admiration. Men, observe the crown of the thorns, worn by Jesus.

How are your writings going?

THOMAS

Going well. Thank you. Much more to do.

Queen Blanche of Castile, Louis’ mother comes into the Chapel, and Thomas and Jacobello bow, and Trustrat wags his tail in excitement.

BLANCHE

(Smiles.)

THOMAS

Looks at them both, and think of Jesus and Mary.

BLANCHE

Margaret is at home where she should be.

LOUIS IX

Not now mother.

BLANCHE

You have your crusades, and I have mine. Louis your guests are welcome in the palace.

LOUIS IX

Prayer, and justice be my duties. I have silver money, but I am sure you two men do not need that, what Francesco called dust. You two also can visit the new hospital, and we need more doctors.

THOMAS

You are truly about huge sums.

LOUIS IX

(Laughed.)

Yes, and you two must see the new university too.

THOMAS

New wisdom.

LOUIS IX

Along with new fleets too, in the harbor.

JACOBELLO

I am at your service King Louis. I am a master archer, and will help you free Christian prisoners around the world.

LOUIS IX

God sent Jacobello to help me save France, and Jerusalem. I am better at reforming government and justice than war.

JACOBELLO

(Looked at everyone, and smiled.)

THOMAS

You have a great heart and soul.

LOUIS IX danced with joy inside the chapel.

FADE OUT

INT. NIGHT – PALACE

BLANCHE

I want us all to talk about the Anti-Christ, and the German Emperor Fredrick II. More of the Pope has to defend and augment this realm just as any other king.

LOUIS IX

As a spiritual leader and temporal lord this be truly coming into conflict. The Pope must not neglect his traditional role, and stop acting like a Prince.

BLANCHE

None of us want anymore raiding.

LOUIS IX

He be our ally.

JACOBELLO

People need to realize joining the empire be their best chance of survival.

THOMAS

A lot of Christians are happy to ignore the Pope’s ban and are going to pray in Jerusalem anyway. We must ask ourselves, who’s war is this, Gods’ war or?

Frederick’s people will portray it as a brilliant victory for Christ, the Pope’s people will portray it as totally unacceptable and damn near Satanic! Saladin’s fears the Crusaders are growing stronger and will retake Jerusalem one day.

BLANCHE

Frederick II understands the Muslims, he will play them against each other. Exploiting the internal tensions among descendants to the full extent. Egypt fears Damascus and Damascus fears Egypt, and Frederick will threaten them each with joining the other. He will recapture Jerusalem without spilling a drop of blood.

LOUIS IX

It all will be failure, although the future will see it as a tolerance, now be, it be treason.

THOMAS

Peace is being burned by this torch of envy. Anyone who hates, lives with the Devil in their heart. I, Saint Francis and Malek al-Kamil want peace.

JACOBELLO

We must ask, is the Pope a bad man, sitting on his thrown behind the safety of his location and guards, as he declares his word as the greatest. He seems to be arousing his followers through deception to murder other Christians, Jews, and Muslims.

THOMAS

None should, never betray, the name of Christ! The future will look at all of this as a raping, and all radicalism must stop from all races, Kingdoms. The future will be different, and only God loving true God loving people will be able to sedate hate, and re-educate wisely.

JACOBELLO

Yes, you do not see China in this madness, not yet anyway.

THOMAS

People must stop killing one another.

(Sung a hymn.)

SOUND SONG: Plaude, Turba Paupercula

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e-EY-5kjgwo

They all relaxed, and listened.

FADE OUT

TO BE CONTINUED

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TURN KEY a screenplay #X by John E. WordSlinger

Posted in Screenplay, Slingtionarious on December 6, 2019 by John E WordSlinger


TURN KEY

a screenplay #X

by John E. WordSlinger

A corrupted town ‘Coltsville, Illinois, U.S.A. involved in illegal teeth commodity trading, and silence is the only way to stay alive.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0848RX3B5

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CHINESE MEN, opium drug lords,
 
MATT HEMINGS, a mix breed, with auburn hair, and hazel eyes. He be Irish and American Native, although a red, white and blue just do the right dang thing will you kind of man, and he’s a Great Spirit fearing man. People seemed to be afraid of his intelligence, the way he carries himself they’d say. He’s a book and dirt road smart person, of course, he’s a Wappelo-Hillbilly, and a new dam Yankee.
 
ASHER TOWNS, local contractor and lawyer. A solid man, clean cut, blue stern eyes, a glimpse of him you could tell, the man mastered the measuring stick, and a master of tools. As MATT looked at him, ASHER combed his mustache with his fingers, and then one knew, ASHER knew mankind, and mans laws.
 
BARBER LEWIS KELLS, a tall man, with a long face, and pouchy lips, furthermore his hair be red, bushy on the sides, and at top, his hair recedes, and his brown eyes were unlike any other person with brown eyes.
 
MRS. ELIZABETH GREENWOOD was THOMAS GREENWOODS wife, and he be the towns banker. The U.S.A. Banking officer. She be beautiful, with brown eyes and hair, that was always kept up, and pinned back. She be a trivia type of lady, everything touched her.
 
CHRISTINA BURZ, her hair braided beautifully like no other, with two rolls rolling back down the middle, way past her shoulder, and the sides of her hair be tightly pulled to the two rolls on each side. Her dress stopped above, covering her breasts and that was as high as the top of the dress went. Exposing her smooth skin, shoulders, and her luring neck.
 
BLACK SMITH FRANK LOCKWOOD, a blacksmith. He be a tall handsome man, with long dark hair, blue eyes, and a mustache that tops a smile that makes everyones day for them.
 
ELSY WHEELER, a seamstress. She be tall, with short dark hair, and deep dark eyes, furthermore held a stern beauty.
 
REX ‘SPLINTER’ WATERS, a short haired, clean shaven man. His stare was always the same, one brow up, that eye was his spear eye, and the other brow and eye was clearly looking directly to you, waiting for your defense. Seemed scary was fun to him.
 
DR. ZANE SHULE, a scary looking man,
 
SHERIFF PAUL WALLACE, an even more scary looking man,
 
HOTEL MAID MARCIA ROBBINS, a beautiful Spanish woman, curvy and short,
 
PRAIRIE MARY DIVIN, beautiful in every way, sandy blonde hair, and blue eyes. She was a master at accents,
 
PREACHER DUNN, short and stocky, full of grace,
 
BANKER THOMAS GREENWOOD, a typical greedy bastard, with that I can take out a bank robber look,
 
FARMER CLAY PEABODY, a double crosser all around,
 
MR. TEMPLE, a big man, & SON-BYRON, a younger version of his father,
 
LESTER, a crazy and smart black man,
 
DR. PIERRE SAPPINGTON, a sharp dressed man,
 
SALVADOR, a big Hispanic with a star tattoo under his left eye,
 
ANTHONY, a big half breed American Native and Irish man, more threatening than Salvador once one looked closer at him.
 
FARMER WILLIAM CALL, a family man, stern and strong,
 
MARSHALL SKINNER, a tall, short blonde haired man with a trimmed thick mustache, once seen one could tell he was a man whom only resorted to violence when it was absolutely essential, but to be deadly efficient in its use as a last resort,
 
MARSHALL McDOWELL, a short stocky man, medium length dark haired man, with a goat-tee, once seen you could tell he was a worker, maybe a forty-niner, and seemed fearless, as though he has been shot a time or two,
 
SAMUEL SEATON, a bright feller, a Washington newspaper man,
 
SHAWNEE 1 RED MOON, a tall man with a mohawk,
 
SHAWNEE 2 BLACK HOOF, tall and stocky, with long hair,
 
The Coltsville Newspaper man writing obituaries.

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THE ASYLUM COOK & THE WEATHER WOMAN screenplay by John E. WordSlinger #9

Posted in Screenplay, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , on October 5, 2019 by John E WordSlinger

A young couple, the man works as a cook at an asylum, and his wife goes to school to be a weather lady… Both have the perfect careers: The weather person gets paid the same if they are wrong or right. The world seems crazy so feeding them well, you do the observation… The weather and the insane are somewhat similar; they drool, snarl, and cry. Sunshine well that’s when times are fine, or are they?

I am Brindley and this be Laurie and we are the Boggs. I fight Mental Illness Stigma, and She fights for Solutions on Climate Change…

Front Cover by Guilherme Gomes
Back Photo Portrait by Olan L. Smith

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John E Wordslinger’s The Asylum Cook And the Weather Woman is an outstanding screenplay, giving an equal depth of life to all characters including the central characters, Brindley & Laurie : a young couple who represents the struggling beings of modern days. The variety of thoughts here is eclectic. This book allegorically shows how life is the weather itself and how we don’t need to be at an insane asylum to become crazy by walking over the thin thread of our sanity, just a windy storm of everyday life is enough… Here, the life of Laurie with her tears of joy wishing to hold her baby daughter brings ‘Faith’ of living in hope to all of us. Author Wordslinger’s wonderful depiction truthfully presents us that there is darkness all around us, but there is also an exit made of light to escape the dark. Indeed the moment of illumination in the end invites the audience to stay positive in any kind of social approach in today’s world. _Munia Khan

https://www.amazon.com/dp/1702661164?ref_=pe_3052080_397514860

https://www.openscreenplay.com/screenplay/the-asylum-cook-and-the-weather-woman/script

 

Cast of Characters:

CARA
(Mid twenties, and looking out the cell-room window, she’s tall, long feathered shiny black hair, and blue eyes. All about her be sexy, mostly dominate, it be in her eyes. When she looks at you know she knows what she’s doing)

BRINDLEY
(He be in his forties with brown hair, and brown eyes. He is fit, and walks with a gentle smooth but intimidated stride through the parking lot to the psych ward where he works)

LAURIE
(My wife has been going to school to be a weather forecaster to analyze atmospheric simulations from some of the most powerful computers on the planet. To collect observed data from stations, satellites, and buoys worldwide. I am smart but she my beautiful wife with her soft blonde hair, and never forget her cheeks, furthermore blue silverish eyes, has mastered physics, calculus, computer science, and of course, atmospheric science.)

GREGG
(Dark hair and tall. He is in his thirties, and he glows with, yes I am a smart ass, and one thing on my mind, sex)

NURSE ANNE
(In her fifties, short, and heavy. Dyed blonde hair, robotic, always looks irritated, and surely scornful.)

NOVAJIA
(In her thirties, a beautiful women, dressed with taste, and dignity, although hiding something, secret be she be a nympho)

LESS (a young man, a 300 pound orderly)

DEBBIE (LAURIES best friend, and college classmate, and in her twenties, short blonde hair, sassy, and funny.)

DR. COLTRANE (in his forties, short, seemed isolated, and perverted all his life, and not a notion of the heaven be going on in outer reality.)

PROFESSOR KING (a tall man in his late 30’s with long hair, and wore tinted seeing glasses. He talked with a clear, and smooth voice.)

DOCK SIMPSON (Chief Meteorologist, the great cadet of meteorology from world war two. He is in his sixties, wore glasses, stern, happy, and full of light.)

DOCTOR FLORES, (in his forties, a thick, squat man, with a large dark and flat face, and no speculation in his eye)

THREE DETECTIVES, in their 50’s a blonde, brunette, and red head.