Perry The Prince, In A Prison Of Pain.

52 Stories in 52 Weeks: ## 13 Perry the Prince, In A Prison of Pain:

By: Mr. George Patnoe Jr.'s Ambidextrous Writing Brain + Mind

The Prince had been captured as part of his fallen army, most of them plainly dead from steel poles and swords being thrown into their skin. The Prince was tied up as a common soldier, because his captors did not know he was a prince, and he planned to keep it that way. Once inside the prison, once inside his own small blocked off room of cement and brick and steel, he heard the sound of pain through the air, just has he had heard the sound of ducks begging for bread through the nature’s air. When ducks begged for bread from the walking humans, he would give the ducks bread, if he had bread to give the ducks. But what could he give those who moaned with cries of sadness because their torn and bloodily bodies laid helpless in their own individual blocks of cement and stone.

Almost a breathing graveyard is what the prince thought he was in, but somewhere, somehow, there had to be life too. But still, the rest was needed from the bloody battles which raged over the grassy battlefields when wars were fought for his king and queen, who were probably dead too, by their own personal beheading. The overpowering army probably killed the king and queen just for the fun of it, or maybe they were be carried off to be beheaded, in the public square; because beheading seemed to the be the enjoyment of the day. The prince never enjoyed watching beheadings, even though he knew that they were a fast and clean way to die, compared to the men who fought in the battles, on the battlefields for the king and queen’s freedom.

Perry always thought of being a monk, living somewhere safe, like in a cave, away from the king and queen and his responsibilities from being a warrior prince. His own historical blood forced him to kill other royal blood when the need arose in a country and in an age where killing seemed to be the way to settle disputes over land, power, money, and even fame. How insane it all is, thought Perry the Prince, though no more a prince or just a unknown prince in a prison, with the sounds of pain all around him. He heard their moans and even when he did not hear their moans, he heard the sound of them sleeping, in deep sleep, where pain would disappear for the moment. The sun’s settling angle caused the darkness to flow over the prison, when darkness would force some men to sleep and dream, while other men would be force to think and ponder and wonder how to escape their current living quarters, even if by death.

Perry the Prince, who was a prince warrior / warrior prince suddenly became Perry the Philosopher. A forced philosopher who needed to save his sanity from any possibly insanity that might occur while he sat alone, surrounded by gray cement walls, and steel doors and bars, more importantly death. Perry the prince knew he would manage to escape his current situation somehow, although he did not know how, just yet. He knew that some unexpected and possibly divine intervention would again, set him free to live another day, in another life, for another reason. Some called the prince a lucky guy, like the cat who has nine lives, but who maybe is in truth, an immortal cat. Sometimes Perry the prince felt immortal, as if he had lived another life, and he was supposed to wake up of some mortal dream to some spiritual self, a self that lived in another dimension of a different space and time, or maybe of no space and time.

But for now, if there was a spiritual side to Perry, Perry did not see it, though he felt as if he somehow felt that side, that invisible shadow that followed him around wherever he traveled, as if there was no escape from this spiritual shadow which transcended above all earthly conditions, but somehow forced its way into his own personal life, like water that transforms into steam and then into water and then into ice, and back again over and over again and on and on and on. Perry laughed out loud as he thought, ‘Boy, I wish I was steam right now and then I could transform back into this body afterward, only outside this prison.’ Perry, tired from the days events, fell asleep.

After a few hours of deep sleep, after Perry’s mind had lost itself from the world, Perry floated off from the prison of pain world as he dreamed a dream of magical wonder. Perry saw one part of himself drift through and then away from the prison’s cement walls, as he looked upon his sleeping body laying still in the prison bed. The dream state being what the dream state is, Perry’s dream shadow saw the bodily Perry float as light as a feather through the air as if there was no air. After all, how can there be real air in the dream state or in other realms and universes? thought the shadowy Perry, as he watched the bodily Perry float away from the prison?

The shadowy Perry watched the bodily Perry float away from the prison, higher and higher until he was high enough to reach a small cloud. As he touched the light and white cloud, he felt the water as it was building up in and as the cloud. Even the white cloud felt like a sponge, thought the bodily Perry. The shadowy Perry lifted itself p to the cloud, and it pushed the bodily Perry in a downward direction, only in this realms, this dream realm, a push from your shadowy self can cause your bodily self to quickly speed up and move faster than the skin and bones and body could ever realize on planet earth. The shadowy Perry watched as the bodily Perry rushed towards the earth, only it was rushed towards a cave on a very tall mountain.

People who wore robes walked all along the mountain, and in and out of the cave. The bodily Perry was pushed in the direction of a grand old white haired and bearded monk, who also had a long white ponytail. The bodily Perry felt as if he was being pushed in one direction and in one direction only. Floating through space, he quickly and easily closed in on the cave’s entrance. A bright light was exiting the cave’s rather large entrance, but there was no escape for the bodily Perry, thought the shadowy Perry. When he noticed the bright light, the shadowy Perry knew that the bodily Perry was forcefully bought here to learn a lesson or lessons, though the shadowy Perry guessed what he was here to learn, he could only watch the bodily Perry helplessly stop at the cave’s entrance. He hovered at the cave’s entrance, as if he had a choice to make, why would he worry about pain? He was in the either world, where pain seemed not to exist.

The bodily Perry looked around the cave’s entrance, just to look for any sign of danger. He was in a new universe, so he had to learn new experiences and rules in this new universe. But the only danger he saw was a Roman statue with a two-faced bust. A voice whispered to both the bodily and shadowy Perry, "Janus, the god of gates, doors, doorways, beginnings and endings." The shadowy Perry wondered what his earthly counterpart, the bodily Perry, would do when faced with the choice of facing the god of an invisible door and gate of the cave, along with facing a new beginning.

The bodily Perry looked at the Janus and wondered what the two face bust meant for anyone who looked at it. The stone bust looked thousands of years old, weathered by nature’s sun and rain and sand, but more importantly, by the stares of people who looked upon it and wondered what it all meant. The bodily Perry floated up to the cave’s entrance and he noticed an airless rippling wave that seemed to represent some sort of guardian energy field, or an energy field for some other reason. The floating bodily Perry tried to look backwards, as to look back in time, be he could not turn his head, unlike the Jan who could see behind him and in front of him, as the past and the future.

The shadowy Perry had snuck up closer to the bodily Perry and gave him a push, but just a slight push forward, only enough to inform the bodily Perry that he had no choice but to enter the cave, no matter what the risk to his dreamy stated of an immaterial dream body. The shadowy Perry could never be touched by these dreamy illusions, but the dreamy Perry was sustained by these illusions of human symbolism.. Nevertheless, Truth on any level could not be changed by any symbolizing dream world, or even by the shadowy Perry. The bodily Perry lifted up his hand and he moved his finger close to the energy field; as he was being careful enough to pull it back if he felt an invisible fire heating the dreamy skin that now constituted his finger. Nothing seem to be happening, so in he went; entering the dreamy cave’s entrance just as dreamy person would enter, except he possessed no choice about whether to go in or not. He just seemed to have a choice, even though he knew that he could not look back because an invisible string kept pulling him forward, into the light of the cave, into the future, into a new learning experience of the dream world.

The dreamy bodily Perry felt a tingling sensation over his dreamy airless body as his body was sucked into and through the cave’s waving energy field of a door. Once inside the cave, the light called out his name Perryyyyyy and then a new name, Janice (Hebrew, knowing God’s grace). Janice got the message, while the shadowy Perry remained outside, waiting for news, as a parent would be waiting in the waiting room of a hospital, as they waited for news regarding their child.

The shadowy Perry knew that the dreaming earthly Perry needed to learn a lesson, and that some lessons had to be learnt alone, even if a spiritual self or even a spiritual guide was watching the action from another plane of existence.

Janice felt the pull of the all-powerful light, and without any hesitation, Janice’s core being was sucked into the all-powerful light as if the light was the God of both the dream world and the earth world and even of the dead world; along with being the God of all the universes that ever existed or would ever exist in the future. Janice was no longer Janice, as a limited dream creature who was dreaming or who had a past or who wanted a future or who wanted death more than life to escape an earth of war and hate and killing and disease and evil that could not have been created by God of such infinite light, and love, and intelligence. Janice had become one with the all-intelligent Infinite Light as a drop of water would become one with the sea. Janice had become nothing and everything in one shot of God’s grace. Janice was no more and at the same time, forever more.

As soon as the transformation had began and ended, the shadowy Perry was also no more, but was even more than before. The shadowy Perry was always at one with the Infinite Intelligent Light as it watched the bodily Perry adventure forth around planet earth, but now, even the shadowy Perry’s inner awareness lit up with more glow than it had ever experienced before. It had been watching the bodily Perry on earth and in the dream world, but now that the bodily Perry had gone into the All Intelligent Light called God, the shadowy Perry also felt the sucking pull of the Infinite Light. Seconds later, the shadowy Perry was also sucked into the All Powerful Intelligent Light that some creatures called God, except it skipped the cave’s entrance. It took the fast lane. No dream worlds for the spiritual self of Perry or any person anywhere in the universe.

Perry the Prince felt the sun’s light melting through his eye’s eyelid, along with the aching of his bones of the wooden bench and the cool air bumping up against his skin. Naked or clothed, the wind always seemed to win against the toughest of men. A warm cup of tea would help Perry the Prince regain his earthly awareness. "What kind of dream was that?" he asked himself.

Perry the Prince kept his eyes closed, and even close them tighter, as he brought his hands up to cover the power sunlight from destroying the night dream visions which he did not want to forget. Perry the Prince had experienced these kinds of dreams before, just as other humans do, but many humans want to forget their nights dreams, their dream adventurers, but Perry knew better than to dismiss the dreams adventures that might contain messages from beyond and above the life and death of earth.

Wow, Perry the Prince remembered, ‘That was that light in the dream.’ Perry guessed that maybe he was awoken by the light of the dream instead of the light of the sun, but that was of no worry to him now. Perry sensed that his stomach was full of something, though he had not eaten a real big meal in few days. Perry felt his muscles and bones as he had never felt before now. ‘Odd!’ He thought to himself, feeling as if was going to jump up and be a real prince once more. He traveled back into time, back into his dream, to see and learn from the light in the dream.

There were other creatures in the cave’s light. They too, were full of radiating light, their own individual light, even as they were at one with the realm of the Infinite Light. One of those enlighten creatures moved forward to meet Perry. Perry’s bodily Perry stood still as he heard the words from the enlighten creature, "You must leave this dream to return to earth a new creature, a creature who must be a Prince of Peace instead of a Prince of War. You must show leaders of the planet earth that draining the blood of men from their bodies and their souls will not help the future of mankind. A second chance is hard to come by and now you must use your second chance wisely. We will help you escape from your prison of pains and from the cement prison and that the prison of blood memories. But now, meet some of your fellow earthlings who have become enlighten and listen to what they have to say, and then learn how write with a pen, instead of killing with a sword. Learn about Life, and Truth, and Love, and how those spiritual qualities should be reflected in all life on planet earth. So Perry listened to the enlighten ones, and so did Perry’s shadowy Perry. Everyone had yearned for enlightenment in Perry’s seemingly dream world.

Perry heard the beginnings of a new day at the prison. He was forced to snapped out of recalling his night dream and attend to the matters at hand, even if he was not in charge as a Prince would normally be if he was not in prison. As the prison guards opened the doors, prisons began to walk toward the food court, so Perry simply followed them. Most of the men looked as if they needed freedom instead of a good bed and a good night’s sleep. Nevertheless, Perry felt strange, because he now saw a different world, with different mental eyes; as if his mind had changed, along with his seeing. He did not feel as if he wanted to kill a single soul, not even the guards. But as he walked down the hallway to the food court, he felt the words flowing into his consciousness, "Be ready."

Perry saw the food court, grabbed some chow, and started to eat. He looked around, without lifting his head to high. Someone notice the Prince, not by name, but by his face. He pointed and yelled out, "The Prince, the Prince. What have you got to say dear old Prince?" The prince knew that he could not hide anymore. He stood up and stepped up onto a table and raised his hands to the heavens and he said. "Have no fear. While I slept, I dreamt visions of freedom and new hopes for our country and for the world. We need new laws and new judges and new economic policies, and a new religion. We need thinkers who will help create a world of peace instead of war. But for now, we will be set free from this prison of pain." One man cried out, "How do know that and how are you going to do it?" as some men laughed under their breathe.

Just as he was finishing his meal, and drinking the bad tasting warm tea, he heard the sound of an army of men who were crashing through the doorways and hallways and even though the walls. Perry’s army had gained their reinforcements, and they had one mission and one mission only, to free the son of the king, the Prince who would now lead the land with new ideas. The king was now dead. As the prison guards laid down their weapons, as they knew that they were overpowered both by the numbers of men and the weapons they carried, everything slowly became silent. One of the leaders looked at the Prince on the table and yelled, "There he is!"

A general commanded his men to free the prisoners and he walked the Prince to the sunny day, where his army was now waiting for him. As he mounted a tall white horse, he looked up to the sky and raised a hand to the heavens and he said, "Thanks for the help." In less than a second, a magical sort of bird flew straight up to and then landed on Perry the Prince’s shoulder. Everyone stood still as they stared at the bird on the Prince’s shoulders. As the silence was killing almost everyone, the bird squawked out loud, The King of Peace, The King of Peace!"