Charlie the Great White Horse and the Journey to Egypt

by Kenneth Mullinix

Ozymandia-Ra-Atum-Khepri

  Your day of days will soon arrive

  Go forth into the light of the new day beyond the golden Palced walls of Kalapa

  Take with you only:

  Your wits to lead you

  Your courage to guide

  And your

  Determination to bind them

  A new friendship is yours for the taking

  Although trust is a must

  Be wary

  Inside of yourself is where you will find the answers that You seek

  You must become you

  For deep inside the belly of the beast lies the heart of gold That will be salvation replete

  You must follow your destiny

  Go forth to find your Shambala

  The Pen of Jupiter Angel Satquiel fell silent once more, the unnatural blue glow emanating from its core faded, as the pen lightly touched down inside of the Good Book's pages. The book closed as all in the room pondered the strange writings and heartfelt reading by their king.

  "The belly of the beast...a heart of gold...what does that all mean Charlie?" asked a somewhat confused Louis.

  "I do not know Louis; it is for you to find out. It is your destiny, and yours alone, but from what I can decipher of the writings, you are to leave the golden palace walls alone today to seek your enlightenment, and you must find the answers you seek alone, with the help of nothing but your own belongings, and your wits to guide you. We must get you on your way this morning."

  "Yes Louis this morning your destiny is so to speak knocking on our city walls, you must answer the sound, and move out into the world of doubt that awaits you" said the king as he motioned for all to head towards the courtyard outside.

  "I will go to my room, remove these golden robes, and gather my worldly belongings that I have brought with me, and then I will meet you all at the gates to this fair city in a few moments," said Louis as he quickly hastened towards a small door at the far end of the great Hall of Kings.

  He disappeared quickly.

  All present spoke in hushed whispers between each other as the broad gathering of people moved farther into the vast courtyard outside, and towards the golden gates at the entrance to the magical city of Kapula.

  The sun outside was brilliant, and all encompassing in her beauty as she hung high above, over the snow covered peaks of the Himalayan Mountains, surrounding the magical city's walls.

  Mr. Beamer reached for his golden glasses to cover the golden reflections of light beaming off the nearby golden walls, as all others in the city placed their glasses as well, over their eyes as they entered the courtyard.

  Thousands upon thousands of Tibetans now gathered at the cities golden gates, waiting for Louis to arrive, to begin his quest for enlightenment in Shambala. They were waiting for their savior.

  Louis reached his room.

  He disrobed, stepping out of the golden robes that were offered as a gift just a day before from the king. Lifting, the gold-leaf headdress off his head, he placed all the gifts on the goose-feathered bed in the center of the golden room. Upon finding his old, tattered backpack, he reached deep inside only to find his trusted blue baseball cap, favorite old blue jean coveralls, and white tee shirt; he grabbed his trusted walking stick.

  Quickly getting dressed again, and feeling more like the Ol'e Louis from Centerville he threw his backpack over his thin shoulders, then directly headed for the city courtyard, where all were waiting for him. His mind was filled with a million confusing thoughts, of what might lay ahead for him. Was there another Nebuka the Terrible, Black Jack Tilly, or Growlar the Cave Bear, outside of the city walls, or even worse could Petar be waiting for him again, in the darkness or the unknown?

  Louis hung his head down in complete contemplation and deep thought, as he walked along the polished marble floors, underneath the vast marble arches that were spread out above, over his head. As he finally passed the last of the vacant hallways and rooms, and out into the grand courtyard he could not believe his eyes at what he saw next.

  It appears that the entire inhabitants of the golden city had congregated in the courtyard to see him off, on his imposing journey into the heart of doubt and uncertainty. Louis placed his golden eyeglasses over his eyes to protect them from the golden reflections drifting and scattering about the courtyard, he then moved slowly towards the golden gates at the far end of the courtyard.

  As he walked little by little forward, all tried to touch Louis, to offer him good wishes and a safe return. A pat on the back, then another, a handshake here, then a handshake there; Louis tried to muster all the courage he could as he advanced forward, through the throngs of well-wishers. With his backpack tightly secured on his back, he finally reached the two large, glistening golden gates.

  He turned backwards towards the city with a searching eye, looking for Charlie. He found him walking towards him directly, with Junior and King Kulika right at his hooves. Upon reaching the gates Charlie turned to face the crowd, then back towards Louis.

  He spoke.

  "Ozymandia-Ra-Atum-Khepri, I see you have become the boy you once were. You wear the clothes of your childhood, and carry only your personal possessions. You have left the, Shield of Heracle and the Bow and Quiver of Ra, the Sun God in your room. Have you left the Compass of Nubia as well, but you have brought the Staff of Thebans, which you carry in your left hand, and as for the Bell of Amun Ra; where is that? I must have them all, for you have to go forth into the world without these magical gifts, if you are to become the Child King, that you are destined to be."

  "You are right Charlie I have reverted back to my ole' self, because that is how I deciphered the writings of the Pen of Jupiter Angel Satquiel, but again Charlie you are ever the wiser. I now offer to you the Staff of Thebans, and here is the Compass of Nubia, lastly here is the Bell of Amun Ra from off of my neck. In my backpack all I carry is the worldly possessions of my childhood, and the offerings from my past childhood friends, and from my family. Nothing more, I assure you. I will go out into the unknown with nothing more than my: wits, courage, and determination as the sacred pen has asked of me."

  "It is done then", said King Kulika as he reached out for Louis's hand in friendship "go with god-sped, and with an honest heart to guide you. You will need nothing more to find the real you, which is all you are seeking, to seek the path of High Thinking take nothing more."

  After stripping himself of his gifts from Mr. Beamer and Charlie, Louis pressed forward through the golden gates to the other side of the city walls. Charlie looked back at the crowd and said, "I speak for all of us Ozymandia-Ra-Atum-Khepri, take care, and come back to us safely, go become, the man you were destined to be".

  "Take care all and don't worry about me. I will not let you down, for I am... Ozymandia-Ra-Atum-Khepri...I am Louis Robert Parks; I will take my place in history. I will defeat, Hathor the Mistress of Eclipses, I will conquer Mehan the Serpent, the ruler of the Neither World, and I will stop Petra Deegan Aden, the holder of the two evil eyes, the Evil Eye of Horus Amduat and the Eye of Wedjat. I will be victorious! I shall return to you the shortly, the Precession of the Equinoxes will cease to be. So shall it be!" shouted out little Louis above the rising adulation, and screams of the crowd gathered before him.

  With this said by the ever-courageous, little Louis the splendid golden gates at the entrance to the city of Kalapa slowly closed behind him. He turned to look out at the enormous task that lay ahead of him: the mighty snow-covered, Himalayan Mountains, and the road to Shambala that stretched out ahead of him, upwards to the heavens above.

  Louis tightened up the straps of this backpack, pulled his heavy coat tighter up across his chest, and stepped forward into the unknown, all the while looking upwards at the rocky road heading into the cloud above.

  The skies were crystal-clear and a beautiful color of azure blue. The sun danced off the snowy mountain caps. Louis could see deep
rocky valleys down below in the lower valleys below Kapula. It was indeed a days of days for Louis, one that he would remember for the rest of his life.

 

  For two hours, Louis walked forward and climbed upwards. The terrain was rocky and difficult, Louis did not tarry about; he dutifully trekked forward with the singular thought in his mind, find Shambhala.

  Higher and higher, he climbed, deep in thought, lost in his own world. Blue fogs began to form around him, as the skies began to cloud. Day diminished before him as the blue fogs grew thicker towards the tops of the mountain range. There was found an odd coldness in the air that chilled him to the bone.

  Another hour passed, then another.

  The earth was still underneath his feet.

  Weariness finally overcame him.

  He stopped to rest on large rocky outcropping that hung precariously over the frozen mountainside. It had been over six hours of climbing, to who knows where; he was trying to find his destiny, inside the vastness of the Himalayan Mountains, high above the earth. He never felt more alone, or an emptiness in his soul, than he did on that mountainside on that day, before.

  He slept for what seemed like an eternity.

  Louis had brought no food or water, only the meager belongings of his childhood, that were found in his backpack: a pocketknife (that Chug had given him before he left on his journey), there was his trusted slingshot, a handful of wood stick matches and a small ball of the Heaven's Heart healing balm. That Black Elk had given to him in the Boreal Forest.

  A few hours later, he slowly awoke.

  He rubbed the days travel from his eyes; he then slowly stretched out his arms and legs. He sat up on the large rock, to scan his surroundings one more time before deciding what to do next.

  What lay before him was:

  There was only nothingness.

  There was only him and the mountain.

  There was nothing more, and nothing less.

  As Louis let his mind, grow blank: his mind began to fill.

  Thoughts of nothing more...thoughts of nothing less...filled his soul and heart.

  In his mind's eye, he saw all...then all disappeared...as quickly as it had appeared.

  Was his mind playing tricks on him?

  Was this his destiny? Had he found his Shambala?

  Louis sat with his back against the mountain, lost in a world that was his own. There were no interruptions, no distractions, only non-events. He only heard the soft, inviting sounds of the cool Tibetan air, streaming into his ears.

  It was deathly silent; and the silence was golden.

  The silence calmed his beating heart: it calmed his nerve-endings; quelling his thought processes.

  He leisurely closed his eyes.

  He fell into a magical whirlpool, a deep somnolent and dozy sleep was his for the first time in his young life.

  Was he really sleeping, was he in a dream-state?

  Was he having lucid dreams, was he actually awake.

  Louis's soul drifted out of his body, only to rise outwards and upwards, above him. He could see his sleeping body below him. He circled about for a few moments; freedom was his at last.

  Just then, a large gust of air engulfed his natural body, sending him rolling to his left, awakening him as he gently moved. As Louis opened his eyes once more, an epiphany came to him. Pure thought came to him, in the form of an answer to his questions.

  The blue fogs that had been surrounding him grew even thicker, and denser as the cool winds once again stirred about him. He leaned forward, squinted his eyes a bit, to narrow his vision.

  There it was...Shambala!

  A diminutive and very old man, dressed in pristine white robes was sitting before him on a large flat rock. His thin legs were crossed in front of him, his arms and hands were hanging loosely at his sides. His head was hung low, and he was chanting to himself, in a deep melodic voice.

  Oh...ah...mmm...Oh...ah...ammm...Oh...ah...ammm...emanated from deep within his throat.

  Over and over, it could be heard.

  Oh...ah...mmm...Oh...ah...ammm...Oh...ah...ammm...

  Louis with a bit of trepidation in his steps slowly approached the very aged and wise looking man.

  "Excuse me sir...is...is...this...Shambhala...?"

  Before Louis could finish his sentence, the very small, dwarfish man awoke from his trance, raised his head, and then looked Louis squarely in his eyes with his one lone eye that was fixated in the center of his flat, wrinkled, sunburned forehead.

  Louis caught sight of the monstrosity. His first thought was to scream out then run at the sight of its hideousness, but his legs did not cooperate with his mind.

  "Run Louis...!"

  "Run...!" his mind screamed out.

  Louis took a few tepid steps closer, staring intently, straight ahead into the lone, large orb of the small stranger.

  The eye blinked once.

  The Loner spoke out in a soft, warm, friendly tone.

  "This could be your Shambala, if you are wise enough to realize it, embrace it, cherish it, and relish in it...Ozymandia-Ra-Atum-Khepri.

  "You know my name?" asked a still enraptured, enthralled, and horrified Louis.

  "You are The Seeker. You are The Servant of Good. You are here to seek out the answers to the questions that stir your troubled mind. You are the Chosen One and, you are The "Deliverer. Am I not correct?"

  "So I have been told; so it has been written."

  "But do you believe, all that you are said to be?"

  "I do not know the answer to that question yet. My training is not complete, that is why I seek your advice".

  The lone pulsating eyeball, sitting squarely in the old man's forehead, went still. The old man took another long, slow blink; lubricating the "Seeing Eye of Providence".

  "What is your name?" asked a now seemly more calm Louis, after hearing the soft soothing voice of the stranger, sitting amongst the soft clouds, and blue fogs of the mountaintop.

  "I am the Lord of Shambala...The Regent of the Earth, of Humanity and the Head of the Spiritual Hierarchy of Earth...for I am Sanat Kumara.

  "Wow that's a lot of names. I got a few myself; Louis the Red, Louis the White, Ozymandia-Ra-Atum-Khepri, The Chosen One, The Renown Flubber of Catches, but I like the ones you gave me to, The Deliverer and the The Seeker...The Servant of Good. They just keep adding up. Can we get back down to business here? All these formalities and names are getting to be a bit much. I've got a world to save, and time is of the real meaning. So you are the one I seek?"

  "Yes I am the one. I am the Advanced Being; I am at the tenth level of initiation. I am the holder, and wearer of the The Seeing Eye of Providence. I alone control its protective powers. What is the question, you seek an answer for?"

  "Good, enough of the rigmarole, and doublespeak. I have two questions to ask you, Mr. Advanced Being. You see evil is about to rise up again and cover the earth in darkness, four of my best friends, one is my girlfriend, are in grave danger and the rest of the world is depending on me. You see the earth is going to shift on its axis, and throw the world into darkness for eternity, plus I have to get to Egypt in a few days, so can we get down to business now."

  "What is the question, you seek an answer for?"

  "Here goes; can you train me to be a High-Thinker? I need to be enlightened, in Shambala to be able to fight evil, and save the world. That is what everyone has told me, that is, what the Good Book; The Book of Thoth said, the Pen of Jupiter Angel Satquiel, a magical pen from the "Ancient Times", wrote it.

  "I know of those writings and that pen, but only you know the answers you seek, it has already been written. It is for you to find those answers, only you and you alone. Only you can truly find the answers you seek, remember your pen writes the future as our own scared pens do. I can only show you the way to your destiny
, to the way of your truth."

  "It is all so confusing, but I will trust you Sanat Kumara. Show me the way to my destiny, let my training begin" said Louis as he raised his hand (palms upturned) towards the heavens above.

  "So it begins then. Embrace it..."

  As these last words passed over the lips of Sanat Kumara, the thick blue fogs and clouds opened up below Louis's feet.

  He was perched on the edge of eternity.

  He was perched over all humanity below.

  Louis was hovering above the earth.

  Louis looked down into the opening in the clouds, only to see the golden city of Kalapa shimmering in all her splendor below his feet. Just as he looked back up, towards Sanat Kumara, he fell.

  He spiraled and tumbled downwards, with the swiftness of a skipping rock over a still lake. A stumble here, a toppling there plunging and plummeting he went, bumping clouds, fogs, and air pockets along the way.

  Louis screamed out in terror, inside of his misfortune.

  "Charlie!!"

  "Charlie...help!!"

  "Help...." he shouted out time and again, as he descended towards the earth.

  Just then, a large feathery shadow crossed his face. A deep whiney was heard, as Charlie flew across his fall downwards.

  "Charlie I am falling, help me...help me...again shouted out a horrified Louis.

  As Louis neared the earth closer and closer, he could see the great courtyard in the center of the city, coming into view. Just as he passed over the tops of the golden walls to the city, Charlie bit down on the nape of Louis coat collar. Two mighty flaps of his outstretched, wings and both Louis and Charlie, lightly touched down on the hardened ground in the center of the courtyard.

  Disaster had been diverted; or had it?

  Louis let out a great sigh of relief, upon coming to a soft landing back inside the salvation of the great city. Seeing that he was alive, and no harm had come to him, he turned to speak to Charlie, who was ruffling his wings nearby.

  "Boy that was close Charlie. How can I thank you enough?"

  Just as Charlie was beginning to speak, the ground began to open up: swallowing Louis whole. Louis began to disappear from sight right before, Charlie's disbelieving eyes.

  "Louis...no!" screamed out Charlie as Louis, started to disappear into the deep, dark abyss.

  "Charlie, save me!" screamed out little Louis as the unforgiving earth quickly closed over his head.

  All in the courtyard who had just witnessed the miracle of his salvation, from his fall from grace, were mortified at his decent into darkness, into the unknowing and unforgiving, of the world below their feet, into the "Neither World".