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It’s Time.

As more of these HolyDays Holidays approach. More herein is. As well. Borne. Born of the merry Mind. Of i, Shiro that is. Is that and this Fictional Tale Short n sweet from Our World. Legends in a Modern twist to so happily to meet and Greet the Seasons. Ahead, in deed. It’s Time.


It’s Time.


The Hotel Elevator clanging, clattering shut behind Him. Joe turned, grinning,

watching it go. Nostalgia and sentiment may decree otherwise, yet He knew,

that much of the Old City really should be replaced. Renovated at least.


Stopping in front of a Door that matched His Call-out. Hopefully,..

His last for the Night.

A quick check of His Military styled Watch confirmed the timing. Knocking

3 Times quite hard, then almost shouting “...Your Taxi’s Here… “.


Hearing the affirmation He turned, heading back, noticing ahead in the Corridor

several Figures just emerging from the Room, next along the way.

Room 1212.



“…Can you take this Bag please.?. ”

The voice of previous affirmation, female.

Matter of factly, though tinged with perhaps suppressed emotion.

Behind Him.


Turning, stepping back and taking hold of a plain, sturdy Case.

“…No probs, i got it... ”

Looking directly at the Voice Owner then and smiling as He saw.

Her rather obvious state. She smiled back, a little hesitant.

Like Her walk.


Joe slowed His regular pace to match, as They approached the Elevator where

already stood, the small group seen earlier. 3 Men it seemed. Heading down.

Like Them.


The Elevator arrived, seemingly louder than before.

Whines, squeals and groans.


An Old City in deed, Joe mused again.




(Music Link)


As the Doors opened the 3 Men stepped back,

almost lining up behind them.

Joe smiled, knowing too their innate respect, with understanding.


Joe and Passenger entered first. The 3 trailing behind, then moving

into the opposite corner.

Once in and settled, Joe poked the Ground Floor icon.

Doors slid shut, noisily steeled.

With a hiccup and jolt they began to move. Down.


As they passed the next floor a whine and thump from below was heard.

A twang from above resounded, just after.

The Elevator stopped. Swaying a bit, then settling. Still.


Joe bit his lip as He started to press a few buttons on the console.


No lights, no reactions, no Power it seemed.


Stopped still.


“…It’s Time…”

Joe’s Mind reeled. No, this cannot be. Not Here. Not Now.?.

He looked around, as frantic as the intruding thoughts.

The 3 Men, Elders, simply smiled. Earnestly. Vacantly. Back.


Turning to the where that Voice so arose. She was nodding.

“… It’s Time... Now…”

Breathing faster, shallow. Insistent.

She blushed a little, almost skipping, stuttering over the Words.


She knew well their effect.



“… It’s Time…”


All Eyes were upon Her.

4 Sets. Male.

All synced and focused on that peculiar stillness that had so been

brought to a head with just those Two Words.


Joe automatically rolled up His sleeves locking Eyes with His Passenger.

“…You Sure.?.” though He already knew. Her breathing and stance.


She nodded not trusting Herself to speak.

“…I’m Joe...”

“… Mary,.. Hi… Joe…” She so replied. In ‘tween the Breaths.


Hello MaryO.k. You’renoWe,..

…are in LuckNot only am i Your Driver…” As He chatted, with deft and sure

movements He settled Her into The Position. The 3 Men too busied themselves.


One went to the Elevator Phone console putting on His glasses as he looked

at the Instructions. The Other Two removed Jackets, smoothly, efficiently

folding both into a Log Pillow, for Mary’s Back as support.



“… I drive a Taxi nowI was in the Army not so long ago.

A Medic. I know the Procedurethough I have only assisted


Thus far…” smiling confidently. He hoped.


Mary, slightly bent over, looked up. Still

and so breathless.

“... That’s O.K. JoeAm a Single New Mum-to-be

My First as well…” then adding,..


thus far…” whilst taking His hand, She squeezed trust through Her fingers

whilst Her Body fretted in pain.

Joe squeezed back…” O.K. MaryLet’s do this.

It’s Time…”


again smiling, now easily and honestly. She had Spirit this One. Humor too.


His Training came back. Ordered. Controlled.

He turned to the Men, surprisingly calm and ordered themselves.

Simply waiting it seemed.


“…Ok Guys empty Your pockets

…Let’s see what We can use…”


As They reached in and around for their contents Joe opened the Case,

laying the Lid flat to also use as a Board for His Equip.



“… Why did You join the Army Joe.?.” Mary asked, trying to distract Herself

from the pulses Her Body was letting out. Like waves She thought.


“…ohwelli was given a Suggestion,..

told to see the Worldby a Judge


...He disagreed with the Way i worked with WoodI


…i was one…

…of the early Tree-huggers and that got me into some strife,..


…so to get out of that... i went in. The Army instead…”


“… Did it keep You out of strife.?. She thoughtfully posed.

“… Mostly

in Time…” Joe replied with that cheeky grin.

They both laughed at each others discomfort and their own.



Joe took and arranged several Items.

Water, Scissors, Gel Soap, Mouth-wash, small Cloths,


He didn’t need much if all went well.


‘Twas Nature and Mary did the main and hard work.

He read out the Labels, accentuating and highlighting the Names.

Mary laughingly insisted too. On a taste of that

Mount Myrrha Mouthwash…


“… Sounds Yum

To refresh Myself,..

at least a part anywayo.k.”


“…onto the next...”

A smile and determined grin combined. Residue

spat, cleaned, wiped, mopped up.



Joe shrugged, taking a swig and rinse as well.

First and Second Cloths, corner tossed.

Fresh breath. Breath fresh.


Well as then,

cleaning His hands with Soap and Water, a Flower Essence

so filled the Air. Lavish bouquets of Sweet and Spice. Exotic.


Frankincense it seemed.

Antiseptic as well.

Third Cloth tossed.


The scented smell soothing, though filling the Senses as well.

Placing it back and next to, The Scissors, small, golden

and sharp. Fancy,.. rather ornate… perhaps a Gift,

though well kept, with little signs of Age. Sitting still.

Awaiting the Turn.


As He and the Men sorted and refilled Pockets

of the unneeded. Mary’s breathing changed. Joe, sensitive and practiced,

adjusted Her Position. Slightly, to suit.


Her Breathing was louder, the pains more insistent.

Persistent as well.


Slightly unnerving as Joe could do little to Help

take that edge off. Wiping His own brow

as He felt movement next to Him.

“…We will do what ever You need Us to Joe...”


said the Man closest. Clasping

His shoulder for emphasis.


Joe looked Him square in the Eyes, seeing humble

and open honesty dwelling there.



“…I’m Mel Auricson,..” automatically reaching for a Business Card. Handing

One to Mary, then Joe.

Not to be outdone both the One next and the Phone Caller did same.

‘…Casper Frankson...”  “… Belmont Mirson…”


As Mary went to grab Hers, the pain wave struck. Gasping and clutching at the pain

Her Hands withdrew. Reaching over, Joe took the Cards, nodding to Them

all. Looking down hurriedly, He noted the Logo…


M.A.G.I. Mel Auricsons Great Importiums...



...embossed as well, noted too. Placing them, His and Mary’s in His top-pocket. He

turned back to where what mattered most. Mary had paled some. He quickly

gave Her some Water from the Case, noting in the background,..


Mr Mirson seemed to be online with the Hotel Supervisor.


“…ok Folks…” He spoke up, Phone held loose.

His dark features crinkled though with smiles in His eyes,

as He overdramatised, like a solemn Reporter’s Evening spiel.


“…The Super’s got the Crew on it. If it’s the usual problem,…

We’ll be ALL out safe and soon. If not.?.”

He shrugged in the Way of those Destinies, Fates. Letting it hang.


“…The Ambulance is also on the Way…”

He continued on, then pointing at Joe...

“… They’ll call You here when they arrive.?.”


Then looking to Joe for confirmation. Joe in turn,

nodded to Mary, holding Her gaze. Simply stated in reply:

“… It’s Time



They’re gonna miss out…”



They All laughed then.

Then got down to work.


Picking out and checking over His Tools a breathe of relief

He now gave. He was Ready. They All were.


That too which moved within Mary. Was ready as well.


The act proceeding along naturally. Joe watching close, encouraging

where needed, supporting when can. The Men kept busy

with the minor chores.


Sweating freely, Mary now, quite loud with some choice

winces, groans and gasps,..

at those sudden moments of tearing despair.


Mary’s face deep reddened as Times slowly ticked on. Sweat and Tears

mingled so. Grabbing the cool Water, Joe let some trickle behind Her

Neck. She smiled in ‘tween gasps and exhaled more evenly. Settled

somewhat more.



“...More PleaseThat Helps…”

came out at last. Joe complied, glad She felt some blessed Relief.

He had seen.

Her Hands constantly wringing, turning those pains away.


As New Life so then emerged, Joe tapped His Watch without looking,

to record that Event. Hands then quickly back and under, He watched in

awe. The Miracles of Nature simply unfold.


Secure in His Hands this small and squirming bundle stretched

as if waking. A Hand came up,

then down in a movement and motion Joe thought was rather Zen. To

then rest on His Thumb, in a steady and sure grip. Content. At ease.





They All... gathered around.

Simply Watched.


Tying and Cord-cutting, with Scissors glimmering ‘tween His Hands,

sharply, smoothly. He

then wiped clean that bright and brand new Face.

Wrapping up in a small Towel that was colored as bright as Our Sun. A

golden Child, Joe thought as He passed Him to where He now, so



In those Arms of His Mother. Mary. Just there.


“... CongratulationsA Son…” Joe intoned solemnly.


Small cheers, acknowledgements, chorused by All.

That rose a lil’ louder as They began to so move again.





A lil’ later.

On the gurney, through and out the Front Entrance,

Mary motioned Him close.


“… Thank-you Joe. For Everything…”

She smiled, that Glow All around.

Joe had to check His own breathing. Then.


“… Well Mary,.. I’m not going to say it was All a pleasure,

though indeed,..

It was a grand way to spend the nightno joshing there…”


…letting heartfelt Truth add depth of feeling to His Words.







Mary almost blew the words from within. Breathless. Timeless.


“…Joshua will be His Name…”


She leaned back as the Ambo’s readied Her for Transport. Then leant

forward quick, to converse with One.

After a short exchange She searched out to catch His eye.

“… The Bethlem Royal...” She mouthed His way.


He gave Her the A-ok sign.

She leant back again. Stayed there, as Others now did Their part.

Joshua settled in.


Joe waved just before the closing of doors. Mary too.

He stayed, still,


watching till They were finally lost in the Night’s dark.



Strolling back to His Cab, Joe tapped the Display on His watch

bringing up the Time of Birth that He had clicked on earlier.


The Watch flickered, finding the Time then displaying.


1212,.. Born on the 25th... of the… 12th Month.?.




Wasn’t that their Room number.?. Too.?.

Those 3 Men.?.

He clutched at His shirt pocket,

feeling and grasping the Cards therein.

Mel Auricson, Casper Frankson, Belmont Mirson.


Those… MAGI Men...

He’d give them a Call soon. To say Hi.

Thanks too.


Perhaps pick up a Gift for Josh and Mary.



(Music Link)



He put the Cards back in. Tapped the pocket.

“...It’s Time…”


With just two words, 5,.. no, 6... Lives did so meet.


6 Lives. One Night.


Looking down at His Hands, Joe smiled.

Remembering what just before had been there. So Full of Life.


A blessing.

The Cards decided it for Him.



At least now He had a great excuse to visit Josh…

and Mary.

At the Bethlem Royal.


He was starting to so like Mary.

As for Josh,.. Josh, was a given.

A Gift of Life.


Joe walked on.


It’s Time.



Scribe’s Notes:


The above is My... i, Shiro’s Attempt at a Christmas Tale of Fiction.

Using the Legendary and Timeless Themes of Birth, New Life.

Those Holy Days.


Simply Enjoy.



The Cast:


Joshua : The Newborn. Gifted with Life. Simply Cute and So. On.

Mary : The Mother. A Gift-Giver. Cute, so sayeth One Joe.

Joe : Joseph, Wood-Worker, Coach-Man, Life-Coach. OK Joe archetype.


The 3 Men : The 3 Wise Men: THE MAGI.

Mel Auricson : MELCHIOR, the Gold-Gifter.

Casper Franks : CASPAR, the Frankincense.

Belmont Mirson : BALTHASAR, the Myrrh.


All… Persian, Olden. Of Yore. Wiseass as Serpents

it seems in deed. Also. (...Indeed and as well...


…Btw’s… AURIC… That is. Is so and that:

An Olden Term for Gold...) Thereof. Herein.


A Christmas Tale.

That carries no stinger...


just some zing.



Our World Legends.

Be One.

It’s Time.


Wherever, Whenever, Whatever

You so Find... Your Self.



Next… So be in Our World. Legends

From Authors, Editors, Writers, Poets, Readers.

A Seek and Search. Top Tips, Helping Hints.


The Writing Arts. So Thus Writ. Nomened as:

When You Call Me Names Love. Writing. The Ultimate Guide.



Please Feel Free and If So Inclined To Contact/Comment:..

i, Shiro that is.

With Any Thoughts, Hints, Tips and Dreams.

If A Particular Legendary Theme or Our World Legends. Is A Desire.


To Be So Writ. Herein.



Till next…



The Eye Of The Tigress. Upon You.

The Tiger is a Feline Classic in Our World. Legends cattily so and say Tales of Claw n Tails too. To those Rocky bits of Minerals Earth that Shine. The Eye of the Tiger. Does Look. At Many things. Things many. Many Themes that seem to purr so perennial. From The Ways of the Martial, Earth and of Mother Nature. A Trio of Eyes. Upon You. The Tiger. Tigress as well. Arrowed In. Targeted. Herein.


The Eye of the Tiger. Was not. Upon Me.

Not at All.

Nor that of the Tigress which was afore i, Shiro also. Also,

being Thirsty and otherswise occupied, to Waters was She

so headed. There. There,..


then too did i slowly. Slowly, silently. In Shadow.

Smoothly bring up, align Bow, Arrow, Tigress.

Plan B not needed. Not Now. Now


the Tongue of this Tigress curled back as Waters were

flicked and taken in. Her rounded Eyes slowly surveying. Arounds.

Still and ’twas mid Morn yet She had fed already. A

Young Deer that had strayed. Ways too far. Far

from that and Family Herd.


Btw… Tigers do not Roar before Attacks;

but mainly as Long Distance Telephony and Communication.

Certain Other Creatures Calls and Sounds can be imitated. Also.


They prefer The Ambush Styles. No Purrings either.


She so killed quickly in that Big Cat typical Ways.

Body weight shifting to adjust on the accelerated run-in.

A Mature Tiger can Leap some 5-6 Mtrs. Length and Height.

Keeping Pace, the Paw extends, to flick a Trip.





Strong, smooth, relentless. Body-weight, Claws and Teeth

doing that final Work. Working to find vulnerable points of

Bone, Neck, Back or Belly.


Claws honed on those Tall Trees. Trees that so mark and line. Along

the Ways to these Waters thus and so

She sprayed. Spraying as both release and Warning. Warning

to Others alike and not-so. Marking Her Ways

and Lands… along those Ways. The Ways of the Tiger. Thereof.


Males and Females oft share overlapping Territory for reasons of Mate-ship,

Ritual and Tradition.


The smell too, as One closes in, is

of a wild, intense and buttery Popcorn which then so

adorns the Jungles usual green and browns heady scents.




Centred on a Spot a lil’ Ways above the Ribcage. Watching it fill and

empty. Empty becoming

of Thought, Desire and Motive i, Shiro waited for that Final

Alignment. Of Action. Then.


Closed Eyes. Now. Mine.



My Camouflage Clothing, Tree Foliage Add-ons,

Elephant Droppings Rub and Local Experts Teachings


was in deed doing that Hard Works. My Nose a bit tetchy as well. Well as

being One of the few Cats that so loves, indulges in Waters Play. Playful,

soothing and cooling no doubt. No doubt too. To

and though being not endowed with Specific Night Vision and in spite


of being Blind at Birth… for a Week or so,..

still developing

some and a Vision 6 Times better than Mine. Yours also. Day or Night.



This Tigress. Never knew what hit Her.



(Video Link)


The Ninja of Japan had well Trained i, Shiro. Well. Well…

quite Hard actually. Any

and Ways… Then.


If i, Shiro had known

The Eye

Of The Tigress.

Upon You

…or Me… at that and those Times and Places. Was


in the Real… ON ME.?.



Those Hands holding the Bow…

and the i, Shiro Camo Pants…

…may have been cattily filled

with more than such placated purring Emotions. So Writ.


The resultant Dinner would not have been had by Me…


but… may… have been Me.!. in deed. Indeed

though not necessarily a Man Hunter;

Man Eater, Tigers sometimes be.

Their Ways too. Are of Survival.


Ways of the Tiger are one of the Classic Animal Forms within Our World. Legends

of Our Martial Arts.

The Tigers Claw… a Classic Move as well. Well as

having the ability to inspire and Symbolically represent. Represented


far and wide in Our World. Legends that so and tell of Names and

Nick-names so applied. Applying Strength, Raw and Natural Beauty



in Ways that so venerate The Tiger Ideal. Ideals,

Ways Tigerish,

that find application in many diverse yet Societal Ways. Also.

Such + several Examples. As Belows.


The Tiger Fish. Many Varieties.

The Tiger Moth Airplane.

The Tiger Moth. Insect.

Tiger Lily Hutchence.

The Night Tigers within and of Fiction.

Martial Art Nicknames.

Tiger Balm. Heat/Cool Rubs. Useful for M. Artists.

The Gem. Mineral.


So forth. So on. Onto

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such as this. This and more. More, Much More has this Ancient Creature

so inspired.

Our World’s Largest Cat Species, a ferocious yet majestic Predator found

on several Continents with Names and Colors to suit. Therein.


Surprised i, Shiro too. To see and witness the Feeding.

Table Manners in deed. The Tigers do Share. Share

Meals in surprising Ways.


Males await generally for the Young and the Female to have Firsts. First

and foremost at Meal Times… is Share. Tigers

rarely fight over Kills, simply waiting Turns. An innate,


rare Sense, perhaps kicks in. Of



a Respect of Death that can then, Life Gives and Shares. To

Others as well. Well as the Tiger Tongue is Antiseptic. Antiseptic

Licking of Wounds so applied. Therein. Thereupon. As well


a Life Span of some 25 of Our World Years.


Tigers can Mate with Other Big Cats to produce Hybrids. Hybrids

of Leopard and Tiger the main in the Wild as they tend to cross

each Others Paths a lil’ more than some Others.


The White Tiger somewhat a rarity. Also. Also



being given such a suitable and Legendary nomen.

A Gem in deed Sparkles,

thus and so bright. Once

Polished That is. That is, though Minerally not being Rare. Semi-Precious

so classified. Tis valued, esteemed and looked upon. Anyways. As


well. Well as

those Tigers Eyes. Can be.


Can be a notable and livening addition to various Jewelry

Forms and Pieces.

A Variety/Type of Macrocrystalline Quartz.


Eye catching in deed, once sparkling as it’s design and lustre can

so reflect iridescently and at Angles. So catch Our Light. Lightly

silken smooth, appearance and feel. Even the flat cut/shaped Ones

provide reflections and Light phenomena


so seen. Colors of Blacks, Browns, Golds the norm.



Occasionally Dyed or Heat Treated to affect Color Changes,

with mainly the Reds then shining thru’. There.


Usually Naturally formed Banded, the Colors so reflected merge. Shine.

Once and When the Cleansing and Polishers Tasks. All Done.




Whilst The Gem is quite durable per se… it is susceptible

to even The Mild Acids oft used in other cleaning forms/preparations…



and such may also DISCOLOR/STAIN etc…)


The Tiger’s Eye can be found in many Places, Locations in Our World. Legends

confirm the following have All been seen with quite a few…


Tiger’s Eyes. Upon Thems. Thems



Countries, Places such as and including the, Belows.


Australia, Brazil, Canada, China, India, Korea, Myanmar (Burma), Namibia,

North Cape-South Africa, Spain, Thailand, the USA. The Major Producers.


Look Outs For Thems. Near You, too. To and



Now. Now, as All Alignments, Inner and Outer

so Ups. Did Line. Lined, let

Breathe to be so loose. Loosened


so too, the i, Shiro,

Arrow So Flew.


Eyes Opened. Green. Mine. Now watched. Watched as that

so flexed, to then,


Straight As. Arrow True. True.


On Line. Wheres Mine Eyes. So Green. Had Been. That

Tigress so. That was watched and targeted. Back then.


The Striping of Tigers akin to Our FingerPrints, or a Tattoo.

That is. The Stripes go through Fur and then on and onto. Skin.

Not plain and boring, unders. At Alls. Without. Within. Striped Be.

The Tiger, Tigress + co.


Take a Look.

Arrow True.


As well, each. Each


Arrow flexes to control, maintain it’s forward movement, arrow straight.!.


Tiger Print,.. Unique and different. Individual. They Be. Be


bobbling, not quite weaving,

yet straight as, straight. True. That Arrow. So Flew. Then


She… The Tigress… did Yelp. When so Arrowed. Did Strike.


Was Nots… expecting that.!.


At Alls in deed. Indeed,


Followed and with, that cloud, puff and spray. That Follows.

To get whisked aways in those huff n puff Winds. Thereabouts, arounds.

Color of Life, runs back and so, agrounds.


That Arrow. Arrow so Flew.

So Straight. Thus and so. True.


Died Not The Tigress.

Died Not.

I Watched. Eyes Green. Mine. To See.


Died Not did She. She


Be… DYED instead. In

deed, She Be. Green.


She so be.

Of The Other. Green that is. Is that

Color dyed She now. So Striped and be. Then,


DYED. GREEN. That is.


Dyed Green.

She thus, so is and was. Dyed Green in deed

indeed. In Deed, perhaps a Day or

and so more. A LiL’ Times and Places. Till and still. Waters


do so clean. Then. That off. Dye.

So Green.

That Green Dye stuff off. Her Stripes. That be. There. Arrowed

then Capsuled. In. Green. For


Alls to See. Then.


Still. With Life.

Eyes also. Also,

yet and still.


Running thus and so. Still

Free. Still



and Whereas sooth and for. For i, Shiro. Then,.. Now.

Retrace My Steps. Careful and So.

Back Indeed.

A Times and Places… to then Change. In deed As well. Well as


Clothes, Locale, Ways…


and that Elephantine… Tiger Protective, Nasal Stripping.





All Eyes… On the Tiger. Tigress

Also. A


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To See.


The Eye of The Tiger.

In The Real.


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Feel Free and More So to Share. Herein too.

To and with. Those Tigressive and Tigerish Tales So True.

Of Whens, Hows. Whys. Did You.?.


Have To. Feel, See or Use.

That Majestic, Enigmatic Power Thereof.

The Power In. Within.


Your Eyes.


To So Still. A Moment. To So Live. That

Moment. To Be… Full and Filled. To Finally See.


That Moment… a Dream.?. Came True.

When You So Needed To. So Did.


Have the Eye of The Tiger. Within





Was so there. Too. To

and for. Herein. To Share.


That Moment.

A Moment… or Two. For…


“… The most difficult thing is the Decision to Act, the rest is merely tenacity. The

fears are Paper Tigers. You can do Anything You decide to do. You can Act

to change and control Your Life; and the procedure,

the process is its Own Reward…” Vis Amelia Earheart.



Our World Legends.

Be One.


Live Your Dreams.

Watch Them Sparkle.

So Shine. As well,


well as



Next… Ups. So be; Bees Being;.. Will be

Napoleons Golden Bees. That Buzz. Belt Off, Not Tonight.



Please Feel Free and If So Inclined To Contact/Comment:..

i, Shiro that is.

With Any Thoughts, Hints, Tips and Dreams.

If A Particular Legendary Theme or Our World Legends. Is A Desire.


To Be So Writ. Herein.



Till next…


Ways With Words. Crashing In. The White Room.

Word Play Work. No chore in Our World. Legends Writ that so do tell, of Career, Life,  Dreams. Dreams that so in turn. END…NDE. Tell then anew of New Ways. Ways of Change. A Wreck that wracked a Life so. Stripped of Power in that of Death. Wings torn. Off. Off i do so set. Back Here. Herein. A Birthday Tale. For You too. Pt3. To read. That End. This Begins.


As both i, Shiro and The Kunoichi Kawasaki sat there Spinning Wheels

so slumped. Spitting those Chips and Others such Flaming

Metaphors as well. Well as

My Mind… and Body, was… All over the Places and Times. At Times…

well mostly. With lil’

of Light. Breath also. Also


Ways With Words.

Crashing In. The

White Room.

So and thus, this and that leads



Onwards to this One. Pt.3 two, so one too… To and then


Back. i, Shiro sat.

So sat, set was my devilish grin. Like Mind. Shattered. As several

Teeth. Moved so and within. That. There. Mouth

of Mine. As i sat in. That Gutter still there. Still. Eyes peeled, steeled. Still

and so an

idiotic, pained misshapen, unbalanced, edge of sanity,

o so clear and deeply in red smeared grin. Did grow. Of


at least. Am Alive. There.



I smiled. A lil’ then. Sorta’.

My Last Image. That Day. The Kunoichi Kawasaki.


Lying there. Like me. Well… sitting, slumping. Then.



Then… Then Breathe stopped. Felt it leave…

as did My Vision. Then…

Slept like a deadened Log. Woodenly. For a lil’ while. Long. Still.


Many Others known and unknown took such Nursing, Care into their Hands

from their Hearts. For this. Of mine. Thus using with Mind collectively

to achieve. The Healing within. Within this Body

of i, Shiro.




Now. There within.

The White Room.


For me. Mine. Though

The Kunoichi Kawasaki. Not treated so. Well. Well as


not moving. Much in Body

at All. Certainly not free. Not there. 3



Places Neck cracked, much and so more. More not worked. Moreover

yet and still. Still enough so yet

NOT broken, so Times and Places can. Death halt then. Heal that therein.

Life that then and so remains. For and then. A


while some more. It seems. More and more in deed. Places

and Times behind. Healing Times. So went. I… Flew.?.

In Mind. Mine.

Did so Fly. Whilst i, Shiro so Slept. In that.


White Room.


Leaving that and this. This Body behind as well. Well as Mind Freed,


i so went. Aways. Aways from those unknown Carers. Aways,

yet Home bound

some Ways as well. Well as so seems. Seems scenes seen



there, divinely hellish then seemingly balances. Like a Dream. Fill

Fulled with a Life. A Death. All it’s Own. Therein. There. Mind. Mine. Then.


Till enough was said for and to Mind. Mine. To comprehend. Then. Then told

after intense discussions-aways to go. Aways.?.


No, not so. I was… thus and so, sentexiled. Aways from there and that

Place. A Place

where Deathly Life so

Reigns. Places, Times. Stand stilled, no Real Rain either. With Wings

that propel at every thought. Of Mind. Mine. Within…


Yes… there were Wings. There. On. In a


Places, Times of No

Life. That Breath

of Power, Force.

Held. Still. Deathly and Still.




in the Real. Still had Life to go Ways. It seems indeed. Let Me stay

in this, that

Death. Places and Times. Would NOT be thus, in deed.


Not so. So then and thus so back and to,

Earthly Life from 12 to 7 Chakras was Deathly

and deftly given, dealt,


torn from i, Shiro, such and with All Love from that and those Hands

and House of Death. Wings removed

asunder. Off. Powered Down, Cleansed, Removed, Banished


from The Lands of that There After. Exiled was i. I… i,..



the Shiro. Had no say. About that. At All. Sent

back to Play too. To and with Life.



With Words. Of Legends, Dreams.

Hopes, Tragedy.

Angels, Demons. To turn. In


the Real.


For You. There.


To read.



Herein. So Writ.



Then Mine. Mind

then. Though and with no need. No need to so breathe. Therein. That

Places and Times of a o so heavenly divine,

so worrying devilish. Death. Began, Begins. To then. End.?. Then.


Anew begins. Life.


With a such and so Thought in Mind. Mind so thought too. To join in. To so

Breathe. Now. Now, to Embrace Life thus back given. Then. Join

in. Just Breathe. Just so. Then and so. More. Again. Breathe. Just and so.


Waking up. Times and Places unknown. A White Nightmare in deed. A


White Room.


Eyes everywhere. That

i could see. Then. That.


The Kunoichi. No. No

where to be so seen. Now. In


this White Room. I lay.

Bared. Still.



Just Breathe…


The Color Green… as per the Eyes of i, Shiro. Colors Green some 2% of Our World Total.


Still and now surrounded, enveloped. White and bright Light. All

arounds. Me and mine. No movement from me

for days many too. To which. Just Eyes. Move and that

so see. Then. Those


Days into weeks then so roll on though thru’,

thru’ those and these pains that grow, slow and by. By now

i so knew. Knew too. To


renew, anew, the i, Shiro view. View


Of Our World. Had changed. POV’s.

In deed.


A White Room, for a start…


The smell. Too.

Disinfected, clean.


Invades nose and throat.

Disinfected now indeed. Too,


it seems. Still. Clean.



Afresh. Anew.


As well.






Just Breathe…




1962–Birth. Shiro.

1966–Death of Father.

1968–I Dream of Ninja Dream. Begins. To be Dreamt.

1968–Self-Defence, Martial Arts. Study Begins.

1984–Ninpo Taijutsu. Study Begins.

1984–I Dream of Ninja Dream. Ends. To be Dreamt.

1990–Career. Begins.

1998–First Motorcyle Acc.

1998–Lived in a White Room. A lil’. While.

2002–Final 2nd Motorcyle Acc. Described Herein. As Above.

2002–Career. Ends. Herein. As Above. Also.

2002–Lived in White Rooms.

Paralysis was shortlived. Rehab Work lil’ longer.

2007–Walking unaided. Caned and Braced though. At Times, Places.

2012–Finances in chaos, disarray. Now. I have a Job. Sorted.

2015–Braced. Only on those bad so bad Days.




I writ. Herein as well.


Occasionally, i Breathe.



I have not ridden a Motorcycle since. The Kunoichi.


The Kawasaki Kunoichi. A

Kawasaki ZX-7.

Of 2002.


An Ode of The Event… Therein.



I… i, Shiro read a lot. Still. Mostly and majority. Non-Fiction.

Many choices.

On My Ways to Training, Lunch Breaks, Gatherings, Social Events, Public Transport.

Wherever. Whenever i goes. All Times and Places. Therein.


In that and those lil’ and so thus white Rooms. A lot too. To

whatever i could get my Hands On. Mind. Into.


In and within My Man-Cave thus and so is a Library. There. Now.

Still. Now. Even now. Still there.

Shelves, Racks of Books, Weapons. New and of Yore. Both.


There too.

Laying bared.


A Pic.

From my Son.



The Kawasaki Kunoichi.

A still-life. Was done in deed.



and so drawn. With that full and final Love. From

Our least. Who are Our Most. Indeed. To




this. An Invite. Feel free and more so to Share

a cherished Dream, Life Changer Event,

Vision, Synchro Event, NDE, OBE and so forth. One

that brought much and


more Life into Yours. How You coped, adapted, fit it

in. Your Life. Now.


Herein. As well. Well as



Happy Birthday.

To and For those like i, Shiro. On the 25th.


Btw’s… Each and All of Us… Shares a Birthday…

(…’cept for those on Feb.29th…)

With approx… 19,000,000 Others too. So. So and


And to Others All. I have. So missed.

Simply Enjoy. Take Care too. To


then. Now. What is so writ. Herein as well. Well as this. The

Next. Which is… then. Now. To be… as below. Soon. The


Charity. Charming, Cunning. Chuggers. Busted. Bubble Balls.

All at Sea, to see. Next. Actually


Our World Legends.

Be One.


Crash Out.?.

Crash Right Back. In.


Your Ways.

Live Your Dreams. As well. Well as.


You can.



Please Feel Free and If So Inclined To Contact/Comment:..

i, Shiro that is.

With Any Thoughts, Hints, Tips and Dreams.

If A Particular Legendary Theme or Our World Legends. Is A Desire.


To Be So Writ. Herein.


Till next…