Waking from Narcolepsy

While it had been clear to all that no amount of bandage or patented wound-heal could have saved Francis from these injuries, what had become evident was that prayer could.

Just as the rescue party arrived to see white droplets fall - splat, splat, splat - the seagulls circled in closer and were defecating onto the corpse in the sand.

The calcium white cement was falling into his open chest, and in but once, twice, thrice moments, it was as though the skin had knitted back again and the root had dissolved.

Everyone looked on amidst the feathers and the shrieking … his head, also anointed by the goloputous discharge, here and there spattered with bird poop.

And, miracle of miracles, Francesco awoke from his narcolepsy. He wiped his own eyes, smoothed his hair back from his face and sat up looking sleepy, but as before, healed and resurrected again earthly life.


- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances

Shrieking in a very high Pitch

Seagulls were circling overhead. In just over a minute many hundreds had gathered, and small white feathers were dropping down all around them, like a feathery snow.

They were shrieking in a very high pitch, and as the call got louder, more joined in the swirling white mass above.

A rock possum popped out of the dune and sat at the end of Francis’s feet.

A tall deer had been watching from afar, had courageously moved closer.

A mountain lion paced from several yards away.

Calvin still sat with Francis’s cross in his hand praying - praying literally like he never had before - at least, in this lifetime.

Years later, a world trend broke out for spontaneous prayer coming to atheists - a kind of flash religious consciousness.

Of course the scientists named it as a form of hysteria, however Puck personally attributed the phenomenon to this breakthrough at the Arizona Lake. It really only takes one happening, to get the ball rolling he would muse… Humankind trends are like that - they need a paradigmal surge before new thought can be realized en masse.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances

Sweet Feeling of Uttermost Silence

When Pietro-Bruce-Chan stepped back and moved away, Calvin got closer to Francis. His heart was full of pity for the tall hippy laying there.

He had a handsome face - a kindly face - a noble face. A fine gold cross had fallen into the sand, pulled from his neck when Charley had ripped his shirt away from his wound.

Calvin picked up the necklace and placed the cross into Francis’s hand. Calvin closed his eyes and all at once felt a spiritual pull, as though he was sinking into the deepest of deep waters, down into the most quiet place imaginable - and the voices and the noises of everything around him could no longer be heard.

It was a sweet feeling of uttermost silence, an inner chamber of resonant harmonies allowing him to breathe once again the ethers of perfection. He sighed, and to everyone’s surprise he began to pray audibly - he was praying for the broken and the bleeding man before them.


- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances

Door to Death

Puck was beside his daughter, standing quietly, waiting for Calvin to initiate something.

He had an intuition that this might just be the catalyst to get him back. He waited patiently - however time was getting short, as the Ambos were now on foot with the stretcher making their way down the track from the parking zone.

Pietro-Bruce-Chan kneeled beside the silent body - his own face weary with the sadness of the ages. It was as though he felt there and then every disappointment he had ever known and he was so tired by them.

He could not follow Francis wherever he had gone, the door to death was still closed shut to him - no matter how many times he had tried to push through.

Still, perhaps, just this one more time he could go again. 


-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances

The Day Knows not its Eternity

It is impossible to comprehend something that you simply cannot comprehend: such is Death. The night knows not the day, and the day knows not its eternity.

- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances

A Memory Came Flying Back

Puck put his hand onto Calvin’s shoulder and said, “You can do this, you can do this …”

Calvin seemed entranced.

A siren’s whirring scream was getting louder in the distance.

And then, a memory came flying back to him, and Calvin knew. He knew with certainty. He forgot that he had forgotten: but then, all of a sudden, he knew.

- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances

A Deja Vu

“I’ve never seen anything like this.”

These words drew deep impressions in Calvin’s brain … because he had - at least he felt he had - seen something exactly like this. Deja vu?- an horrific deja vu at that.

It was a pitiful sight. Francis was a big man and yet already his frame seemed to have shrunk back. His soul must have been enormous because his body by contrast looked hollow without it.

The tree-root had pierced him through his very centre, whilst his head bled also. Franco’s eyes were open, and shot with black. There was no doubt in anyone’s mind about whether or not he was ‘gone’.

Charley had torn open his shirt further to see what she could do and put her head to his chest to hear his heartbeat. Her curly hair was touched throughout with his blood. Her cheeks were streaked with mascara from crying. She looked like the world’s saddest clown.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances