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By Anonym 16 Sep

Christopher Pike

I am not dead. Death does not exist. I am alive! That is the purpose of this tale, to let everyone know that they do go on and that they don't need to be afraid, as I was afraid. Yet I also have a selfish reason for wanting my story told. I was young when I died. I didn't have a chance to make my mark in the world. I didn't do anything unique, nothing that will change the course of history. But I wasn't a bad girl. I don't want to be forgotten. I want people to remember me.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Christopher Pike

There would be a trial and there would be a judge. The only problem was, there could only be one sentence.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Christopher Pike

The desert surrounds your every step and you walk forever a thirsty man.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Christopher Pike

I would look up at the moon and see that it was not the smooth orb we had all believed, but a pitted and scarred world with no air.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Christopher Pike

Yes. The opposite of love is not hate. It is indifference. That is why few people find God. They go to church and talk about him and that sort of thing. They may even go out and evangelize and try to win converts. But in their hearts, if they are honest with themselves, they are indifferent to him because they cannot see him. God is too abstract for people. God is a word without meaning. If Jesus came back today, nothing he said would make any sense to those who wait for him. They would be the first ones to kill him again.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Christopher Pike

Mortals have always exaggerated the difference between hate and love. Both come from the heart. You can never hate strongly unless you have loved strongly.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Christopher Pike

‎When you point your finger at someone, anyone, it is often a moment of judgement. We point our fingers when we want to scold someone, point out what they have done wrong. But each time we point, we simultaneously point three fingers back at ourselves.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Christopher Pike

We're not gods, Julia. We're helpers. That's all. People have called us terrible things in the past. But that was only because they didn't understand us. That understanding is for the future, a time not long from now. You may live to see it. Then perhaps you can work openly, but for now, keep your gifts to yourself. Never flaunt your abilities. Never think you hold the power of life and death. Only God has that power. When it's a person's time, nothing can save them.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Christopher Pike

The seconds tick. They always do. The power of an entire sun cannot stop them even for a moment, and so death comes between the moments, like a thief of light in the dark.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Christopher Pike

Most people would probably call me a ghost. I am, after all, dead. But I don't think of myself that way. It wasn't so long ago that I was alive, you see. I was only eighteen. I had my whole life in front of me. Now I suppose you could say I have all of eternity before me. I'm not sure exactly what that means yet. I'm told everything's going to be fine. But I have to wonder what I would have done with my life, who I might have been. That's what saddens me most about dying--that I'll never know.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Christopher Pike

I stand on a vast grass field of many gently sloping hills. It is night, yet the sky is bright. There is no sun, but a hundred blazing blue stars, each shining in a long river of nebulous cloud. The air is warm, pleasant, fragrant with the perfume of a thousand invisible flowers. In the distance a stream of people walk toward a large vessel of some type, nestled between the hills. The ship is violet, glowing; the bright rays that stab forth from it seem to reach to the stars. Somehow I know that it is about to leave and that I am supposed to be on it. Yet, before I depart, there is something I have to discuss with Lord Krishna. He stands beside me on the wide plain, his gold flute in his right hand, a red lotus slower in his left. His dress is simple, as is mine - long blue gowns that reach to the ground. Only he wears a single jewel around his neck - the brilliant Kaustubha gem, in which the destiny of every soul can be seen. He does not look at me but toward the vast ship, and the stars beyond. He seems to be waiting for me to speak, but for some reason I cannot remember what he said last. I only know that I am a special case. Because I do not know what to ask, I say what is most on my mind. "When will I see you again, my Lord?" He gestures to the vast plain, the thousands of people leaving. "The earth is a place of time and dimension. Moments here can seem like an eternity there. It all depends on your heart. When you remember me, I am there in the blink of an eye." "Even on earth?" He nods. "Especially there. It is a unique place. Even the gods pray to take birth there." "Why that, my Lord?" He smiles faintly. His smile is bewitching. It has been said, I know, that the smile of the Lord has bewildered the minds of the angels. It has bewildered mine. "One question always leads to another question. Some things are better to wonder about." He turns toward me finally, his long black hair blowing in the soft night breeze. The stars reflect in his black pupils; the whole universe is there. The love that flows from him is the sweetest ambrosia in all the heavens. Yet it breaks my heart to feel because I know it will soon be gone. "It is all maya," he says. "Illusion." "Will I get lost in this illusion, my Lord?" "Of course. It is to be expected. You will be lost for a long time.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Christopher Pike

Enjoy your life. No curse hangs over you, nor did it ever. No devil chases after your soul. Sing and dance and be merry.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Christopher Pike

Some loves have to be given up, others have to be forgotten. Strange as it may sound, if you think of me as a monster, but I can love most passionately. I do not think of myself as evil.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Christopher Pike

It doesn't matter. You are what you are. I am what I am. We are the same-when you take the time to remember me.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Christopher Pike

When you were in love you knew no fear or hatred.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Christopher Pike

No religion is perfect, not after man gets through with it.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Christopher Pike

That is the difference between you and me. You had only one story to tell.' She stops and grins once more. 'I have millions.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Christopher Pike

Darkness approaches from outside. I feel no light inside me strong enough to resist it.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Christopher Pike

One does not beg for a glass of water from the devil.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Christopher Pike

I'm Paige," I whispered. He was serious, for once. "Are you the first page, or the last?" I didn't answer, not right then.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Christopher Pike

The most content people are those who expect nothing, who have ceased to dream.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Christopher Pike

My Dear Friend, You do not know me, but I know you. Since you first breathed in this world, I have watched you. The hopes you have wished, the worries you have feared, the sins you have committed–I know them all. I am The Observer, The Recorder. I am also The Punisher. The time has come for your punishment. Listen closely, the hourglass runs low.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Christopher Pike

I’m a coward, I close my eyes. I don’t understand why God made sight the only sense that can be blocked off.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Christopher Pike

How much modern civilization has lost, I think, when they lost the awareness of the billions of stars overhead.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Christopher Pike

I stand on a vast grass field of many gently sloping hills. It is night, yet the sky is bright. There is no sun, but a hundred blazing blue stars, each shining in a long river of nebulous cloud. The air is warm, pleasant, fragrant with the perfume of a thousand invisible flowers. In the distance a stream of people walk toward a large vessel of some type, nestled between the hills. The ship is violet, glowing; the bright rays that stab forth from it seem to reach to the stars. Somehow I know that it is about to leave and that I am supposed to be on it. Yet, before I depart, there is something I have to discuss with Lord Krishna. He stands beside me on the wide plain, his gold flute in his right hand, a red lotus slower in his left. His dress is simple, as is mine - long blue gowns that reach to the ground. Only he wears a single jewel around his neck - the brilliant Kaustubha gem, in which the destiny of every soul can be seen. He does not look at me but toward the vast ship, and the stars beyond. He seems to be waiting for me to speak, but for some reason I cannot remember what he said last. I only know that I am a special case. Because I do not know what to ask, I say what is most on my mind. "When will I see you again, my Lord?" He gestures to the vast plain, the thousands of people leaving. "The earth is a place of time and dimension. Moments here can seem like an eternity there. It all depends on your heart. When you remember me, I am there in the blink of an eye." "Even on earth?" He nods. "Especially there. It is a unique place. Even the gods pray to take birth there." "Why that, my Lord?" He smiles faintly. His smile is bewitching. It has been said, I know, that the smile of the Lord has bewildered the minds of the angels. It has bewildered mine. "One quest always leads to another question. Some things are better to wonder about." He turns toward me finally, his long black hair blowing in the soft night breeze. The stars reflect in his black pupils; the whole universe is there. The love that flows from him is the sweetest ambrosia in all the heavens. Yet it breaks my heart to feel because I know it will soon be gone. "It is all maya," he says. "Illusion." "Will I get lost in this illusion, my Lord?" "Of course. It is to be expected. You will be lost for a long time.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Christopher Pike

They are all I have left—the stars and the memory of the many times I wished upon them. But with all those wishes, I asked for only one thing. To see him again. But I will not see him again. I do not see him now.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Christopher Pike

Mother Florence had once told her that jealousy was the worst of all faults because it prevented a person from being who they were born to be.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Christopher Pike

Yet, ironically, it is her very wretchedness that makes me pity her so. I don't know what's wrong with me. I don't know what to do!

By Anonym 20 Sep

Christopher Pike

When you are in love you know no fear or hatred. when you are fearful there is no possibility of love or hatred. And when there is hate, there is only hate.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Christopher Pike

The late hour is such a friend; it has been for so many years. There is not a soul around as I carry Riley downstairs and dump him in my trunk. It is good, for I am not in the mood to kill again, and murder, for me, is very much tied to my mood, like making love. Even when it is necessary.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Christopher Pike

we were here to become like God. To live like his blessed son. We just needed a few pints of Christ's blood to do so.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Christopher Pike

Sleep is not on good terms with broken hearts. It will have nothing to do with them.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Christopher Pike

Don't simply knock and wait for the door to be opened. Go look for the keys. Some fit the lock better than others.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Christopher Pike

Before I begin, may I ask how old you are?" "You may ask." "How old are you?" "It's none of your business

By Anonym 15 Sep

Christopher Pike

When you were in love, you knew no fear or hatred. When you were fearful, there was no possibility of love or hate. And when there was hate, there was only hate.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Christopher Pike

Thank you, Yoda. Feel the force, Luke.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Christopher Pike

If I become like you, I will have no will of my own. I will have no individuality, I will just be your puppet.’ 'True.’ Sio smiled thinly. 'But even a puppet may dance before its strings are drawn tight. You will dance, Cass, and the heavens will applaud you.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Christopher Pike

I am a vampire. Blood does not bother me.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Christopher Pike

Why do we live in Spooksville? It’s not just because our families live here. It’s because this is a place of adventure. The unknown surrounds us every time we leave our homes. I know what I’m doing is dangerous. All great adventures are.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Christopher Pike

I sit alone in a dead world. The wind blows hot and dry, and the dust gathers like particles of memory waiting to be swept away. I pray for forgetfulness, yet my memory remains strong, as does the outstretched arm of the oppressive air. It seems as if the wind has been there since the beginning of the nightmare. Sometimes loud and harsh, a thousand sharp needles scratching at my reddened skin. Sometimes a whisper, a curious sigh in the black of night, of words more frightening than pain. I know now the wind has been speaking to me. Only I couldn't understand because I was too scared. I am scared now as I write these words. Still, there is nothing else to do.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Christopher Pike

As to blood—ah, blood, the whole subject fascinates me. I do like that as well, warm and dripping, when I am thirsty. And I am often thirsty.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Christopher Pike

It is a paradox. Life is that way. God designed it that way. I believe I met him once. He was full of mischief.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Christopher Pike

You’re in love with your image of Linda. Mr. Green is in love with his image of Jesus. Both of your images have little to do with reality. Both of you are making yourselves miserable.’ 'That’s not fair, comparing me to him. You don’t see me hammering nails in people.’ 'You prefer to hammer them through your own hands.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Christopher Pike

He said, where there is love, there is my grace.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Christopher Pike

This problem - it is age old. To do what is right and save the day without destroying the very thing the day is lived for.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Christopher Pike

Most of all I grieve for my soul because even though I do, finally, believe there is a God, and that I have met him, I do not know if he has given me an immortal soul, but only one that was to last me as long as my body lasted. I do not know if when the last page of my book is closed, that will be the end of me.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Christopher Pike

My whole life had been an uninterrupted act of loving him.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Christopher Pike

But if you wish, you can imagine that the Shadow does wait for your return and that it does remember everything that has gone before and that it doesn’t let you accept yourself as perfect until you let it. There is truth in that. That is why a child usually cries as soon as it’s born. With its first breath, the Shadow returns.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Christopher Pike

The physics are simple in theory, but in practice they are filled with the possibility for limitless error.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Christopher Pike

I don't want to die!" "Then you should never been born.