Post by Fiona McFly on Jul 20, 2018 16:19:35 GMT
Part III
“TALE OF THE BLACK WIDOW”
18 July 2018 + 1400 GMT
In the real world...
FIONA MCFLY:
I’m doing all I can, trying to remember what happened to me fifteen years ago, but...I’m coming up with nothing but blanks or wrong memories.
We find ourselves inside the 5th floor office of Dr. Jessica Franklin, a Fort Worth-based spiritual counselor with a Ph.D. in Psychology from Arizona State University in Tempe. She loved her job and was quite successful at it, as evidenced by a well decorated with awards and plaques from various accredited institutions around the world. Fiona McFly sat in a black leather sofa, relaxing in the cold air-conditioned comfort as she tried to recall certain events that caused her to succumb to the entity known as "Caligula."
Yet within the past few weeks, aside from revisiting her first meeting with Jack Gaither, she didn't have the mental strength needed to enter that other realm and figure out the puzzle conflicting her mind.
Yet there was another problem at hand. Fiona had been out of a ring nearly a month, but she felt that the ongoing war was, perhaps, a metaphor for the infighting that was taking place in her mind.
FDR. JESSICA FRANKLIN:
Well for the time being, let’s dispense with your memories and concentrate on the here and now. Tell me what’s on your mind today--not in the past.
Fiona nodded, taking a sip from a bottle of LIpton green tea.
FIONA:
I’ve been undertaking this journey for three years to become a success in me work, and I...I am conflicted between two mortal enemies that are bent on annihilating each other. If I attempt to pass through them both using conventional means, I will be destroyed as well. Yet if I turn around...I would be branded a coward for abandoning what I set out to accomplish. I just...I just can’t find anything in me mind worth focusing on--no matter how hard I try.
Dr. Franklin sat at her desk, writing notes on her HP laptop computer's LibreOffice word processing program before looking up at a small banner which had an unspecified Bible verse written on it.
DR. FRANKLIN:
When your own imagination can’t find the answers you seek, then perhaps...you must seek a new imagination, one far greater than anything you’ve ever known. I have days when I find myself kneeling in prayer, asking the Lord to help me figure out the biggest puzzles in my life. After all, I’ve tended to believe that when everyone already knows the book you’ve written, it’s simply time to throw that book away and start fresh...
The good counselor, an Arizona native who had been in the profession for 10 years, stood up and handed Fiona a small pamphlet which contained information on the church she regularly attends, the Midlothian Bible Church.
DR. FRANKLIN:
Why don’t you come to my Wednesday night church group, Fiona? Perhaps...we can make an appeal to God for guidance.
Fiona studied the tract inside and out, which contained a listing of the church staff as well as its various programmes for both kids and adults. Yet she shook her head, realising that it was a convention of hers to seek out the Father when times were dark, as they are now.
FIONA:
I apologise, but...I just don’t know if it’s going to work for me this time, given how me mind is operating at the moment.
Fiona paused, closing her eyes as she tried to focus on what lied ahead in her own life. She had always stuck to her own conventions, never straying from them regardless of the situation. Yet as a warm, gentle aura began flowing around her, she realised that perhaps...it was time to make certain changes that would help her evolve.
FIONA:
But there is an alternative that I haven’t considered, but I have a feeling you’re not going to like it.
DR. FRANKLIN:
Oh, this is gonna be swell. Lay it on me.
Fiona smiled as she took another sip from her drink of choice.
FIONA:
To this day, I remember a parable from a former English professor I had whilst at University. One morning, a rogue black widow spider was walking along a desert canyon, looking for a way to pass over to the other side. Suddenly, a bald eagle dropped down from the heavens and landed next to her. The spider asked the eagle ‘did you just fly from the other side,’ and he told her that he did. She then asked if he’d fly her across the canyon and to the other side; the eagle’s eyes widened as he responded ‘if I do that, you’ll bite me and kill me.’ But the spider reassured him ‘if I did that, then we’d both crash and die.’
Dr. Franklin listened intently, imagining the story unfolding in front of her own eyes--yet in her own imagination.
FIONA:
So the bald eagle thought about it for a moment, then he agreed. The black widow, it’s harrowing red hourglass markings warning of the danger, climbed on top of the eagle’s back, and the latter began to fly her across. Yet halfway along the route...the spider bit him. As the eagle began a sudden, violent tailspin towards certain death in the river below--venom coursing through his veins--he asked the spider in a panicked voice, ‘WHY!?! Why’d you do that to me?! Now we’re both going to crash and die!’ The black widow, cackling with demonic glee, simply intoned…’i'm sorry, me dear lovely...it’s just in me nature.’
The counselor sat at her desk dumbfounded, wondering why her client would tell such a sinister tale in the first place. Yet Fiona's smile grew wider and wider, her warm and gentle vibes become hotter and more determined by the second. It was at this point in time when she finally understood the biggest key to ensure her own personal success in the wrestling gig:
That she would have to break from her conventional routine...and think outside the box.
FIONA:
What if I became the one that poisoned all of the eagles?
Fiona stood up, looking down at a cellphone photo of her biggest enemy: Rowan MacDonnough. If she couldn't beat her by conventional means, she thought, then perhaps...she could fight fire with fire. Yet she knew that it was going to be a long process of making sure that this plan was foolproof.
Yet in spite of her conflicted mind, Fiona knew...the job had to be done.
FIONA:
What if I made an appeal...to the Devil?
~TO BE CONTINUED~
“TALE OF THE BLACK WIDOW”
18 July 2018 + 1400 GMT
In the real world...
FIONA MCFLY:
I’m doing all I can, trying to remember what happened to me fifteen years ago, but...I’m coming up with nothing but blanks or wrong memories.
We find ourselves inside the 5th floor office of Dr. Jessica Franklin, a Fort Worth-based spiritual counselor with a Ph.D. in Psychology from Arizona State University in Tempe. She loved her job and was quite successful at it, as evidenced by a well decorated with awards and plaques from various accredited institutions around the world. Fiona McFly sat in a black leather sofa, relaxing in the cold air-conditioned comfort as she tried to recall certain events that caused her to succumb to the entity known as "Caligula."
Yet within the past few weeks, aside from revisiting her first meeting with Jack Gaither, she didn't have the mental strength needed to enter that other realm and figure out the puzzle conflicting her mind.
Yet there was another problem at hand. Fiona had been out of a ring nearly a month, but she felt that the ongoing war was, perhaps, a metaphor for the infighting that was taking place in her mind.
FDR. JESSICA FRANKLIN:
Well for the time being, let’s dispense with your memories and concentrate on the here and now. Tell me what’s on your mind today--not in the past.
Fiona nodded, taking a sip from a bottle of LIpton green tea.
FIONA:
I’ve been undertaking this journey for three years to become a success in me work, and I...I am conflicted between two mortal enemies that are bent on annihilating each other. If I attempt to pass through them both using conventional means, I will be destroyed as well. Yet if I turn around...I would be branded a coward for abandoning what I set out to accomplish. I just...I just can’t find anything in me mind worth focusing on--no matter how hard I try.
Dr. Franklin sat at her desk, writing notes on her HP laptop computer's LibreOffice word processing program before looking up at a small banner which had an unspecified Bible verse written on it.
DR. FRANKLIN:
When your own imagination can’t find the answers you seek, then perhaps...you must seek a new imagination, one far greater than anything you’ve ever known. I have days when I find myself kneeling in prayer, asking the Lord to help me figure out the biggest puzzles in my life. After all, I’ve tended to believe that when everyone already knows the book you’ve written, it’s simply time to throw that book away and start fresh...
The good counselor, an Arizona native who had been in the profession for 10 years, stood up and handed Fiona a small pamphlet which contained information on the church she regularly attends, the Midlothian Bible Church.
DR. FRANKLIN:
Why don’t you come to my Wednesday night church group, Fiona? Perhaps...we can make an appeal to God for guidance.
Fiona studied the tract inside and out, which contained a listing of the church staff as well as its various programmes for both kids and adults. Yet she shook her head, realising that it was a convention of hers to seek out the Father when times were dark, as they are now.
FIONA:
I apologise, but...I just don’t know if it’s going to work for me this time, given how me mind is operating at the moment.
Fiona paused, closing her eyes as she tried to focus on what lied ahead in her own life. She had always stuck to her own conventions, never straying from them regardless of the situation. Yet as a warm, gentle aura began flowing around her, she realised that perhaps...it was time to make certain changes that would help her evolve.
FIONA:
But there is an alternative that I haven’t considered, but I have a feeling you’re not going to like it.
DR. FRANKLIN:
Oh, this is gonna be swell. Lay it on me.
Fiona smiled as she took another sip from her drink of choice.
FIONA:
To this day, I remember a parable from a former English professor I had whilst at University. One morning, a rogue black widow spider was walking along a desert canyon, looking for a way to pass over to the other side. Suddenly, a bald eagle dropped down from the heavens and landed next to her. The spider asked the eagle ‘did you just fly from the other side,’ and he told her that he did. She then asked if he’d fly her across the canyon and to the other side; the eagle’s eyes widened as he responded ‘if I do that, you’ll bite me and kill me.’ But the spider reassured him ‘if I did that, then we’d both crash and die.’
Dr. Franklin listened intently, imagining the story unfolding in front of her own eyes--yet in her own imagination.
FIONA:
So the bald eagle thought about it for a moment, then he agreed. The black widow, it’s harrowing red hourglass markings warning of the danger, climbed on top of the eagle’s back, and the latter began to fly her across. Yet halfway along the route...the spider bit him. As the eagle began a sudden, violent tailspin towards certain death in the river below--venom coursing through his veins--he asked the spider in a panicked voice, ‘WHY!?! Why’d you do that to me?! Now we’re both going to crash and die!’ The black widow, cackling with demonic glee, simply intoned…’i'm sorry, me dear lovely...it’s just in me nature.’
The counselor sat at her desk dumbfounded, wondering why her client would tell such a sinister tale in the first place. Yet Fiona's smile grew wider and wider, her warm and gentle vibes become hotter and more determined by the second. It was at this point in time when she finally understood the biggest key to ensure her own personal success in the wrestling gig:
That she would have to break from her conventional routine...and think outside the box.
FIONA:
What if I became the one that poisoned all of the eagles?
Fiona stood up, looking down at a cellphone photo of her biggest enemy: Rowan MacDonnough. If she couldn't beat her by conventional means, she thought, then perhaps...she could fight fire with fire. Yet she knew that it was going to be a long process of making sure that this plan was foolproof.
Yet in spite of her conflicted mind, Fiona knew...the job had to be done.
FIONA:
What if I made an appeal...to the Devil?
~TO BE CONTINUED~
Well howdy there pardner.