The Prophecy of Agnes

Where did God come from?

The bedroom was massive as was the Napoleon bed.
It had heavy posts as well as a fleur de lee pattern.
"Round like a circle within a circle,
like a wheel within a wheel,
ever spinning never ending in
the windmills of my mind." Agnes recited a song as
she opened the drapes around the bed.

"Can something come from nothing?" Charlie gazed over at
the wall of books and ancient paintings ...
"Well? I never suspected." Agnes walked across the rugs
and stone floor in her bare feet.
"Charlie are you a philosopher?" she continued with a
Cheshire Cat smile. ..
Charlie smiled back and took a copy of the Tell Tale Heart.

"Yes." Remy answered, "Something can come from nothing.
Where did God come from?"
Charlie flipped through the old book pages, "So?"
He looked over at Agnes, "Are we made of nothing?"
Agnes ran the tips of her fingers along a row of books.
"Those Tibetan monks really got to you." she answered
and nodded, "We are but shadows in a dream, who fret
our hour upon this stage?"

Remy laughed, "The monkey God?"
Remy levitated over to the fireplace,
"Do you worship magic?"
She extended her arms and a fire blazed in the hearth.
"Am I your God? Or are you?" Remy was levitating nude in
imitation of a Christ's crucifixion.
Behind her was a large copy of Goya's painting of Saturn
devouring his son.

Po and the maid sat in the kitchen eating sandwiches
with milk.
"How long will they stay?" the maid queried Po.
"As long as they like. That Jinn is very influential .."
Po dipped a brownie into his milk.
"You could take her." the maid said. Po smiled, baring
his fangs, "Take her where?"
"I-I meant to say your just as powerful." the maid stuttered.

Po laughed, "The power is radioactive."

Reflections~ Romans 1:22

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