It is a unique thing to be working through a prosperity course and not being focused on “getting rich quick” or quick rich scheme or ponzi scheme if you will. Mary Morrissey is a decent enough speaker and teacher. Yes they focus heavily on “tithing” of money, which never has sat well with me in general.

Yet they also tie into other points of tithing that I still remember learning from Father Bob in my Roman Catholic days, of not only money but of time and talent as well. For as my patron saint, Francis of Assisi was fond of singing, it is in giving that we receive. We are entering our seventh week of this ten week journey, and a question posed in the homework is around what has been gained by this?

Gained, a renewal of spiritual practice of self-examin, which always happened for me daily, beginning and end of the day: what is working, what needs to be changed, roads of creativity, yet this course (and since entering the New Thought fold) has become more structured once more.

There is also the “clearing” as they dub it, which is a renewal of my vow of simplicity, removing the excess of life to bless others or create the space for the energy that unites us all to move, grow and create within spacial realms.

Then there is the giving of our time, and finding a way to connect beyond ourselves.

So has there been a profound, AHA! or even a “money money I am in the money” moment? No. But there is a weight that has lifted from the family home through releasing that spiritual sludge which can become oppressive within our energy, the sludge that hardens like a plaque and creates disunity with the Holy. Removing and coming back in sync as a family unit is the blessing.

The next is walking towards into the renewed vision of an open, barrier free home, a place of gathering free of labels to discover how to live out in our communities, the answer to a very simple yet profound question:

What would Love do?

The first step is : poster

The next step and question is simply to ask, is there a reality where the Rainbow Chapel needs to be renewed?


Mystery could read the expressions on the bruised vestiges of his teammates. Never had a Street Avenger had the control of their telekinesis to bind someone never mind bind a godling. How would it be explained? In the energy flow, shedding all the soul sludge as his soul mate came into looking for him. Healing the fractured being, allowing the Chakras to take in the rites and to become whole. Whole finally, being able to be who he is, love he is meant to love, no labels, and no boundaries.

Mystery for the first time since he had been resurrected, and the first time in his memory since the day he held his nephew Jack as a baby, Mystery smiled genuinely. He even gave himself permission for a little giggle when he noted PinBall crawling over.

If this was Herne, then John had been his Avatar here on earth, much like Rick had served as Arthur’s. He felt a little blood trickle from his nose, but wasn’t going to lose focus until PinBall put this guy down. Just like old times, before the warehouse explosion took him.

PinBall’s orange hand touched the tip of Herne’s boot. “Bionic’s on.” Barely a gasp, but enough to bring the lightning. . .

Only the lightning went into the house.

Then a second bolt.

Herne attempts to flex his chest. Mystery closes his eyes to focus more to keep the hold. The lightning was coming, and if electricity and energy physics was to be believed this is going to be painful.

The burst hit Herne square in the heart, a fork slammed into PinBall and Mystery’s energy sphere exploded sending him reeling backwards into the garage, actually through the wall hitting the mini-van hard on the hood. Hopefully Calgary insurance companies still offered Supra insurance for instances like this.

Herne moves to his waist to try to grab for a sword.

A glint of steel and Herne’s hand leaves its wrist. The godling cries out as he shrinks and collapses. PinBall stumbles up to his feet. The armoured figure stood over the dissipating godling.

PinBall noted that the greyish armour had a silver tinge, not the way Rick had returned from Camelot. “Rick?”

The Bionic Knight nods. But in the helmet there is two coloured eyes, mud brown and blue? “Susan?”

Another nod.

Regis stepped out from behind the poplar, as Herne completed vanishing. The air was cooler, it had been messy, but it was a win on the first wave.

Zed walked up beside the agent, Mystery’s hand slipped into the immortal monk’s. “This was just the first wave.”

Regis nodded. “Yup, we angered the Hunt by cleaning up the putzes that liked blood. “

The Bionic Knight looked at his gathered teammates. Friends. Susan felt the surge of power, even this with the de-powered version, the rush of saving lives and the world. Is this what its like to live the call?

                You got it baby. And you just sliced off the big bad’s hand.

Yea, not my finest moment, but he did break my house, my van.

                So what’s it going to be?

We stand with our family.

                “Great Crime Fighters,” a light from a camera, of course the media was already here. “and people of Canada, this monster was Herne of the Wild Hunt from ancient mythology. At one time, he provided the power to the hero The Bionic Archer. Tonight he showed that was a guise, as he wants power. Tonight we sent him back, and we are ready for when they try again.”

The End?!


MacCurtis’ suit fades away as the orange energy surrounds his body, his hair flames out as he launches through kinetic energy towards the form standing outside of his friends’ house. Were Rick and Susan still alive? PinBall closes the distance ready to rebound the form into the stratosphere.

The form’s massive arm straight armed with open palm catching PinBall by the throat. The hero dangled as the fingers compressed around PinBall’s throat. “Really feeble child, you were my Avatar here on earth. You are nothing.”

PinBall tried to form the words, but he felt his windpipe being crushed.

Inside the kitchen. Susan moves broken bits of table off of her. She felt the warmth of blood on her legs and arms, she tasted the iron taste in her mouth. Rick was unconscious. Laying in what was the kitchen wall separating it from the living room. His right hand was close, she could see the celtic cross ring that held his power.

Her eyes fell on a protruding 2 x 4 stud, only it had snapped and was jutting out through his abdomen. Blood was running down. Susan remembered how the change would heal him. “Damn it Rick.”

Her fingers brushed the cross of the ring. She whispers quietly “Bionics On.” And winces as the lightning comes. . .

The chopper was metres away. Agent Regis motioned to Johnny Power to launch. Johnny Power could not fly, but he could leap far distances and this was one of those moments. Speedster could move her legs fast enough to vibrate to ground and followed her godfather out of the chopper.

Shotgun hung out the side and aimed. “Great Crime Fighters Unite!”

The form has huge stag horns coming from his head. He drops the unconscious PinBall, blue energy crackles around his eyes.

Johnny Power’s shoulder slams into the standing form’s abdomen. Blue energy shoots out at the chopper vaporizing the pilot, Regis and MacKay leap out. Herne’s elbow slams into the base of Power’s neck knocking the hero to the ground as Speedster is clotheslined.

Regis looks to McKay as they land.

Herne smiles. He had just taken apart the Great Crime Fighters without breaking a sweat.

McKay levels his shotgun at the godling. “Now you die monster.”

Herne simply laughs.

“You are mistaken human.”

McKay pulls the trigger as buckshot explodes. Regis covers his ears and dives behind a poplar tree.

A sandal catches Herne in the back of the head, and a molecular shift in the air redirects blue energy back at Herne.

The godling slams hard into the ground. Johnny Power stumbles back up to his feet. McKay smiles. “Zed, Street Avenger took ya long enough.”

Zed smiles, as the one called Street Avenger straightens his gray tie. “I am Mystery.” He kisses Zed on the cheek. “The Street Avenger legacy ended with my nephew, to be healed a new trail needed to be blazed, and that trail begins today by sending this mutt back to nowhere.” Mystery shifts the air molecules more wrapping Herne in a field of telekinesis and closing it around him.

PinBall reaches out and touches the godling’s foot. It was time to see if how to send him out of the realm of this earth still worked. He gasped for air, but the kinetic energy that fuelled him was working overtime to re-knit his throat back together. This thing had killed Rick and Susan.

“Bionics on.” Barely a whisper. The lightning flashed. . .

and Herne laughed?

To Be Continued

 


Okay my geek is firmly on. I remember discovering the “Red Circle” heroes out of Archie Comics, via DC Comics’ Impact Comics in the early 1990’s. Loved Fly, Jaguar, Black Hood, Comet, Shield, Web and the Crusaders. They were fun super heroes at a time when things were dark and gritty. Sadly, I cannot find these epic titles in collected trade paper backs (sorry Archie, just not a fan of the digital comic, old school here).

Then I found a TPB of the Red Circle New Crusaders from 2012 at my comic shop of choice Words & Pictures, the story being the aging Shield brings the children and proteges of the original Crusaders together to take up the mantle. This is after Emperor Brain returns after the heroes believe evil having been eliminated. Again, another fun story line, and I encourage folks to go to their local comic shop and find copies of this, or any singles of the Impact Comics (if you see trades let me know please!).

Which brings us to February 25, 2015 and the Red Circle relaunching as Dark Circle with the advent of Black Hood #1 (Yes already on my pull list). In the vein of Afterlife with Archie and Sabrina, comes a crime/noir super hero story that in my mind gets to the core of the Black Hood.

The Shield, a patriotic hero that pre-dates Captain America, but always in Cap’s shadow as an inferior clone is completely re-imagined for an April relaunch and The Fox is set for March.

Now for my spring to be complete, I just need word that Dark Circle will be bringing back The Comet. As my hope is with these three titles, unlike with Marvel & D.C. hero lines, the world shaking event is done, and the return of fun character driven stories of adventure is back!


Zed massaged the temples of the unconscious Mystery. At one point and time, the connection between the two was not needed the telepathic nudge of his enlightened mind. Douglas Katz, was the Street Avenger between Doug’s father, Kevin, and his nephew Jack Wulf. Believed killed by one of the K.

If he resurrected, yes the memory of Doug returning to life, his body reforming from the ashes, in the burnt out husk of the warehouse he was believed to have died in. Zed probes deeper. His mantra is simple, “Open the lotus, open your heart.” Letting the heart and essence energy from his heart space, to open into the heart space that is Doug Katz’s the man now calling himself mystery.

Zed’s breath moves into sync with Mystery’s. He feels the crown chakra energy open to his heart chakra energy. Some would call it telepathy, but it is energy work. Where once there was two, now the energy becomes one. The rainbow energy begins to surround the room.

Regis stands in the doorway, across his iPhone is the message out of Calgary of the targeted attack at Rick and Susan’s house. The team was not together yet. He came to get Zed to be able to deploy who was here, but the energy was flowing, the rites were happening, it was time to heal Mystery and bring the team fully together. Regis backs up and lets the door close.

He taps the intercom on the wall. “Johnny Power. Speedster. McKay. Meet in Hangar 6.” Regis releases the button, as he dials MacCurtis on his phone heading down the hallway.

“John, Louis here. Get to the Saturn’s. It’s begun.” Regis curses under his breath on reaching a voicemail.

Zed exhales slowly again. Mystery’s essence was opening to him.

Zed felt the next spiritual plane, his astral projection forming. Yet the essence that is Mystery is fractured into multiple images, none complete. The first step, to step out and trust. A slow exhale in his astral form as Zed expanded his energy aura to catch the fractures, now it was time to see if what people say about soul mates was true.

“I know it hurts Doug. You were dead when they hunted and killed your family, by the time you made your way back, you felt a failure, and I was nowhere either. I am sorry. I should have been there for you. I love you Doug Katz, my Street Avenger.”

The aura’s flare. Tendrils begin to extend and wrap, as an astral projection pulls together to form Douglas Katz, floating. A hand outstretched, Doug’s hand slips into Zed’s and the energy flares.

  • * * * * *

John MacCurtis watched the lightning fly through the kitchen window. They were here.

To Be Continued. . .


Susan sipped her coffee. There was graying to her blonde hair. Rick knew he was the cause of it. Or rather his over 20 years as the Bionic Knight. The last few with the Knight away she had been able to relax, they were able to enjoy their children. Be able to not worry if her husband would come home each night. A simple 40 hour work week, nothing more, and nothing less with the occasional overtime.
But now it was different. The last year since the city hall incident, had been different. She had seen the worse outcome possible with his death reported, she mourned, until he came back.
One last time was what he had told her then that was all. There was the true heroes back, he was not needed. And how does he tell his soul mate, that he had lied to knowing that he had tasted the adventure again. He was addicted to it. The flight of heroics, a danger junky if you were. He had missed it. John was giving him a way back in.
But she was the gate keeper. Rick’s thumb played with his wedding band. Susan still sipped on the coffee. Her steel blue eyes boring into him.
“So that’s it. Another godling wanting to destroy the world.” Susan let the sentence dangle.
“Yes. They need me.” Rick said.
“They need you. You are less powerful. They have most of the G.C.F. you served with, and yet they need you? Or do you need them?”
And there it was, the truth of the statement. Rick wasn’t sure that they needed him inspite of what MacCurtis said. It wasn’t about their need was it, was it about his need and just grasping to whatever he needed? God he hated the psychological questions that came with the job. But it was needing an answer, could they not handle Herne without him?
Rick sipped his coffee. “Both. We both know the truth hunni. It is an addiction, and yes I do not have the power I once had since Camelot almost killed me.” Best not to touch on, that he probably had died, and was resurrected through the process of the collapse of Camelot. “But during all this Herne left John, which is why. . .”
“He’s back to just being PinBall. I get it, and with Camelot gone, Herne and his Wild Hunt see our world as easy pickings and. . .Fuck. . . The Hunt is coming for. . .”
Susan’s eyes revealed the truth that not even MacCurtis had told him about the trance. But the Wild Hunt would zero in on those that they believed had imprisoned Herne, the challenge was that Merlin had directed Herne into John MacCurtis, to give PinBall a power up and release the Bionic Archer to protect the world.
As the power waned, and John tried to power up during the City Hall incident, Herne released. But in the release he had gone insane, an insane godling with a pack of demons. Just what the world needed, but the transfigured not for the better pack was coming, and was zeroing in on.
“They’re coming for us.” Susan whispered.
A crackle of lightnine across the sky. Rick’s eyes move to the yard.
“Susan, move.” Susan dodged as lightning burst through the window. Slamming directly into Rick’s chest.
To Be Continued

Reflecting Hex

Posted: February 10, 2015 by Ty in Musings
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Jonah Hex is a well-known, unknown character within the DC Universe (New 52 or otherwise). He is part of a cadre of Western style heroes, and set in DC’s old west (except when Hex had a sci-fi series, which c’mon DC where’s the collection on that puppy?). Justin Gray and Jimmy Palimiotti have put together some of the best western adventures.

But Hex did have a Vertigo stop over tying back to his “weird” horroresque Western adventures of the 1970’s. Yet who is this character? He is a bounty hunter, a Confederate soldier with a heart even though he tries to hide it. An abusive father after murdering his mother, sold him into slavery himself. He fell in love with an aboriginal woman, and paid the price with the scarification of his face. Yet that did not stop him.

Yes there was the Josh Brolin Movie, which aside from Meghan Fox as Tallulah Black, I   must admit I enjoy, it is a good take on Hex, and ties more to his Vertigo stories than his New 52 or regular DC comics’ adventures. But at its core what the Hex stories are is a story of redemption. Tallulah Black is a character that can be explored within feminism. For she is the victim of atrocities, yet rises up to claim a destiny she was not expecting, and turning her pain into power, and rising to equality with the gun hands of the day.

Within the new 52, he came to Gotham City in its infancy, and was partnered with Amadeus Arkham for the first 3 volumes of the series. The shift of the country boy to the city, created other explorations of character, and the psyche of not only Hex, but of other characters within. It looked deeper into the thrust of how evil can shape a city.

Yes it went a bit sideways when Booster Gold came to the West and Hex became displaced in time to the modern DCnU. Yet even in that it became a character study around destiny, around truth, and more importantly for a damaged anti-hero like Hex, what would a happy ending look like. As before the series was too early cancelled in this writer’s opinion, Hex would return to the west for a happy ending, well as happy as one can expect in the legend that is Hex.

So is any Hex collection worth picking up? Definitely, as whether they are the modern pre-New 52 one off issue collections, or the collected mini-series from Vertigo, or the Showcase Presents of older yarns, to the serialized connected adventures of the New 52 what is found is not a traditional super hero take. What is found within these stories, is the essence of a heroic journey, and one that can be dissected for arche types, and for deeper meanings just like any of the modern myths of our time found in the four colour genre if you will.