A Keepsake From Above

There was an uncertainty of how it happened, but several versions of stories developed about how their mascot had simply disappeared. Some of the villagers believed it had been hidden away or worse, stolen.  Others supposed that the heavy winds must have taken it away.  ‘Course there hadn’t been enough wind to even carry a leaf, let alone a statue. Then there were others who started to believe that maybe there hadn’t been a statue, that maybe it had existed only in their imagination.  Further speculations were made to search for the answer of this mystery.  There was one thing that they all agreed upon: the person, who created the mascot, had departed the lands, and because of this, the mascot had gone.  And what was the mascot?  No one could remember.  There was no record or picture of it.  Even I don’t know, and I’m narrating the story.  But the villagers had an inkling that the mascot was a statue, which stood about 17 feet tall and was bronze. Some believed it was gold.  They came to this conclusion because of a large indentation in the grass, where the statue was believed to have stood.  Also, there were remnants of metal pieces scattered on the ground in that particular area. But the elders of the village did know for sure who made the statue.  It was a man by the name of Ed Minsey.  The elder villagers believed that the mascot might have been a statue of him.  They weren’t really sure if Mr. Ed Minsey had passed on or just left.  All they knew was that the winds had changed and the land was gloomier than ever.

The Scholars of The Acenscion 

He was dressed in a deep sapphire blue cassock, that seemed to be illuminating against his midnight skin. His hair was gray and his face was etched and his eyes were filled with wisdom.  “Good afternoon, fellow pupils and the Ascension staff,” he said in a deep and strong voice.  “I am Reverend Sagarp Adão Meddeala.  You may call me Reverend.”    Everyone chuckled. The Reverend smiled.  “I’m glad you are responsive to my dry humor.  As my name is quite difficult for some, I thought I would begin with that introduction.  Welcome everyone, welcome.”  During the Reverend’s speech, a few things were happening.  The seats began to move very slowly around the statue once again.  The seats were circling the Reverend so that each group of participants could have a better chance to hear and see the Reverend’s face and gestures.  Then, there was the matter of the walls.  On the walls of the Rotunda, there were gray granite square tiles that were rotating.  Individual ones were flipping and turning, making gentle clicking sounds.  And if you listen long enough, it almost sounded like drops of water.  The Reverend then began his orientation of the Ascension Center.  “In this place you learn not just about the artist in you or the skills you have or will acquire.  No.  It is about what is inside of you.  You and the aura of your making and that of which surrounds you, are the gifts that you will bring to many.  Here, your gifts will gain momentum.  Your gifts and talents will stretch far and wide, further than your imagination has ever taken you.  You will not only learn to represent the best you are, you will also be able to pull from all forms of inspiration to create the master within and who you were meant to be in the light of the Mighty One. Now, be warned, this is not an easy task.  It is a life’s work to make it and to perfect it.  In this world, perfection is what we aim for. But it should be the last thing we think of, because it is not important. What is important is that you know where your energies come from to help you to succeed. 

On Thursday morning, Nina gathered her wits, and focused on what she needed to know from Mr. Hunklebettergetitright, in order to generate some idea of what he was looking for.  It was an interesting task for her at hand to build that understanding between herself and the client.  That way, she could then, put the pieces together on how she would approach producing a blue print of some sort, to demonstrate how her company could construct his home.  Nina entered the building of Lock, Stock & Barrel.  It was your normal high rise building in the business district of Philadelphia.  She got to the floor of Mr. Hunklebettergetitright’s office.  I shall describe the décor to you.  In Nina’s opinion, the décor was pretty neutral and minimal.  Sand color carpets, rectangular halls with light fixtures that looked like large lampposts.  The office cubicles were more like little offices in square shaped ice cubes, which was made entirely of glass, the trimming made of iron.  She came to the front desk and announced her appointment time.   “Good afternoon, I’m a little early, I’m Nina from Images and Dream Designs.  I have an appointment with Mr. Hunklebettergetitright. I can surely wait if need be,” said Nina.  The man behind the desk said it was fine, and announced her arrival to Mr. Hunklebettergetitright.  Within two seconds, Mr. Joseph Hunklebettergetitright came out to greet Nina.  He was a very tall, earth tone brown man, lean and had a thick mustache and thick eyebrows.  His hair was graying at the temples of his head.  He came towards Nina, stretched out his hand, and said “Joseph Hunklebettergetitright.”  “Nina, of Images and Dream Designs,” she said.  He shook Nina’s hand, and then, gestured her toward the direction of his office. He was not at all what Nina expected.  “Either he really needs the house done and is in great despair, or he couldn’t be bothered,” thought Nina.  Or maybe he didn’t want to appear to eager or give any idea that he needed help. In any case his silent greeting was no match for the way he was on the phone.  There was something, but what was it? 

Sounds Like A Doll Store