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THOR’S WORLD TOUR… The Departure

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Somewhere on a small island in the Great Pacific Northwest… The Departure

I must be off to a place called The Emerald City on the morrow.  I have heard there are Witches there, both good and bad.  The good ones are hot, I was informed, so if I hath to meet a Witch, I hope she is a good one.  Oh… what if I am being sent to a Witch… a bad one?  Would the writer with the lilac hair be so cruel?  Oh, yes… I said “Lilac”.  My host has something they call ‘photographic evidence’ and showed me this…

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Seeing her visage brings back the memories of a night long ago when this world tour thing started.  Here I was, having fun playing with her son and daughter, waiting for my next chance to save the human’s world, and one night she takes me to a den of iniquity filled with lusty maidens of exotic scents.  My excitement soon turned to fear as a furious squealing and shrieking ensued with such frantic pawing of my person.  Each one had to have her turn twisting and turning my body and looking under my cape.  Telling them I was the God of Thunder only made it worse.  What I couldn’t figure out, was that they were all calling me Chris!  I soon learned that I would be forced to visit each one of them, and they are all writers!  And, that was only the start.  I still carry a portrait in my cape of that fateful night…

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I was given this as a memento when I visited my bosom buddy and her little white dog, in someplace called Colorado.  That is her on thy right… one guess who is on thy left.  It is nice to be loved, but this whole Chris thing has me perplexed.  So that is how this whole affair started.  My host is preparing another coffin, he calls it a shipping container,  for the morrow.   But first I plan to be checking on a curious sight I saw in the village.  I passed a garish building with a poster of a flying man in a red cape like mine…

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 I enter the building behind some small humans and my senses are immediately assaulted with the heady scent of butter.  I am curious to see if he is one of the Avengers.  I have not heard of him, but he is quite handsome and I wonder if the female writers will be sending him on a tour.  It is quite dark inside, filled with little humans making awful chewing and smacking sounds.  The wall soon bursts with light and comes alive.  I am not sure what is happening, but it is loud and exciting.  The man in the red cape soon appears and I realize how comic his appearance, and what an impostor he proves to be, Man of Steel indeed.  He is a Fairy Tale… A Fraud!  I stand and cry “I Am The God Of Thunder… Bow Down Before Me!!!”  I am quickly shushed and ushered outside.

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So it is with heavy heart that I must take my leave from this perplexing island.  My stay has been enjoyable, and I am curious to see the color of the nail polish on the fingers that next open my ‘shipping container’.  My only hope is that she has a girl-child with friends.  Or maybe it will be Witch or a Wizard instead and I must wield the mighty Mjollnir!  I am The God of Thunder and the God of Earth!!!

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Editor’s note:  From the Sheriff’s Log in the ‘Journal of the San Juans’…6/23 ~  Deputies across San Juan Island have been on alert for a small man, dressed in an eccentric costume, creating a public nuisance and harassing citizens. He suddenly appears and forces them to bow down before him.  He has some type of weapon described as resembling a mallet.  He has also been sighted on Orcas Island previously.  It is known that he has been evicted from Herb’s Tavern, The Palace Theater, McMillan’s Dinning Room and The Hungry Clam.  The Washington State Ferry System and the Coast Guard have been put on alert, and automobiles leaving the island will be searched.  He will be apprehended.

June 24, 2013 ~  In recognizing his efforts in saving the world, a grateful nation arranges for an agency of the federal government to transport Thor off the Island.

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Previously… The Mausoleum (Part 5)

Previously… Paradise Found  (Part 4)

Previously… Day Trip to the Magic Island  (Part 3)

Previously… Adjusting to New Surroundings (pt. 2)

Previously… The Arrival  (pt. 1)

To learn more about Thor’s World Tour, and see where he’s been… THE GOD OF THUNDER IS TOURING THE WORLD

My thanks to Susie Lindau for use of her photo (of course she does not know it yet) see… Susie Lindau’s Wild Ride

THOR’S WORLD TOUR… The Mausoleum

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Somewhere on a small island in the Great Pacific Northwest… The Mausoleum

I awake early anticipation engulfing my body, starting with a tingle and erupting into The God of Thunder!!!  Today, I shall have answers!  I quickly dress and, borrowing the Barbie’s automobile, proceed toward Roche Harbor Road and the Land of Afterglow, where dwells something called The Mausoleum.  I am hopeful the link to Asgard is awaiting me.  The Barbie auto sputters to a stop.  I have heard they are a thoughtless lot, and have no doubt neglected to supply needed fuel.  I espy a horse in a nearby field and give careful examination.

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Cursed animal… doth sleepy or bored!  Even my Mighty Hammer fails to impress.  Besides, what good is a horse without wings?  I hasten to the village on foot, wanting to conserve my strength, as I have been quite active of late.  I hearest tell of a hearty animal, by some mortals swilling their infernal coffee, who will be willing to take me to this Afterglow.  Only, it is guarded by a fierce ogre.  “Fierce Ogres are my speciality, as I am The God of Thunder and The God of Earth!, I shout.  They say, “Okay, he’s over there.”  We meet and I immediately tell him to “Bow Down Before Me!!!”  The odious sloth defers and I swing into action with The Mighty Hammer.  (See, I am learning of this thing called puns)  

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“Appease me Sir… Victory will be mine!”  He is no Hrungnir, and I vanquish this foe with but one swing of mighty Mjollnir.  He begs me take my leave.   I shout “Fare thee well!’, not wishing to apearest rude, as I mount his trusty steed and head to the Hills of Afterglow.

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The journey is long, but soon we draw near to the forest of this Afterglow I have sought.  A Sign!  “The Mausoleum Straight Ahead ➪”  I take this as a good omen.  Worthless animal trembles with fear and will go no farther.  I dismount and it promptly falls asleep.  ‘What is it with the animals on this strange island’, I wonder.  I plunged into the woods and follow a time-worn path.  I soon come upon an ancient cemetery.

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There is a stillness in the air as I gaze upon the funerary monuments before me.  The dead are enclosed in familial plots, of varying degrees of wealth it seems. I had heard the common folk had been buried in the forest on the way to the tomb of the mighty.  I decide, as The God of Earth, I must spend some time with these departed souls.  I wander the woods and pause to visit in respect.

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I find Agnes and Mamie… they died young.  I think I would have liked to have played with them, because I have met many mini maidens who believed in The God of Thunder and introduced him to many wonders.

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I encounter all manner of enclosures, some well-tended, some seemingly forgotten.  Amidst weeds I come across the statue of a fawn.  A tear comes to my eye, as this signifies the resting place of another young one.  I cannot make out the name on the weathered stone.  Better luck with Kendo, he was an elder and only departed recently.

I take my leave and continue the path, climbing higher and higher through the forest.  I come upon a clearing, and in the distance I find… Afterglow Vista and The Mausoleum… that which I seek!

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Light filters through the branches of trees to deposit a gentle glow inside the monument.  I ascend the weathered stones to reach the summit and behold with awe the greatness of The Mausoleum!

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Mere words cannot describe my happiness.  My chance to commune with my elders and gain knowledge of my fate at last

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I take my place at the Round Table, paying respect to the chairs and those they serve.  I fall into a deep meditation and awake refreshed.  I have had a vision.  

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One last look and I take my leave of The Mausoleum.   I have learned that I must bid my host and my new friend Ula farewell and depart soon for a place called The Emerald City.

To be continued…

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Previously… Paradise Found  (Part 4)

Previously… Day Trip to the Magic Island  (Part 3)

Previously… Adjusting to New Surroundings (pt. 2)

Previously… The Arrival  (pt. 1)

To learn more about Thor’s World Tour, and see where he’s been… THE GOD OF THUNDER IS TOURING THE WORLD

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