Thursday, December 26, 2013

MADNESS OF THE GLYPHS: A Haiku Sequence

by Alfred D. Byrd


Peace is too fragile.
Passions constructed on lies
Lure us to combat.

Friendship allows us,
Seeking in others new light,
To learn of ourselves.

To love a songbird—
Often, we lose our desire
When it flies away.

Diplomas matter.
Seeking respect through degrees—
Will you find success?

Another message—
Symbols beyond our knowledge—
Waken a sleeper.

Ignorance kills us.
Drawing on darkness for light,
We breed delusion.

Darkness is speaking,
Telling, whispered in symbols,
Secrets to no one.

Glory is fleeting.
Sometimes, pioneers languish,
Losing to others.

Politics claim us.
Symbols are altered to serve
The needs of the state.

Who's coming to us?
A friend, a rival, a foe?
Can we read the signs?

Conjectures flourish,
Filling the heavens with chaff,
When we're short on facts.

We turn to revels,
Blessings of gods, we may say,
When we're filled with doubts.

At times, we're spinning,
Seeking to find direction.
Often, it flees us.

Deadened emotions
Burgeon, finding a love
When they've lost their hope.

Are pictures the roots
From which we grow our writings?
We grope in the dark.

The news of silence,
Telling us, "No one is home,"
May be, "We're over."

Facing disaster—
Lover, now stranger, is lost—
Compels us to wait.

To shout at a crowd
A message of fear and death
Is to speed their birth.

To give up your love
For others who need her help
Is to grow, but die.

To seize a future,
Ponder a path to success
And learn how to walk.

A stranger, a friend—
What traits distinguish the two
When you seek the truth?

Belief may bring us
Deadly rewards for our faith
If it stems from fear.

Do we know our friends?
Within a heart beside us,
Murder may fester.

Seeing a message
Seeming to show you the truth,
Consider the source.

Although no meaning
Shatters the wall of the Dark,
The quest will go on.


You can learn more of the novel on which this haiku sequence is based at Madness of the Glyphs.

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Shadows of TO THE THRONE OF GOD: The Fifth Thread of the Dhitha Tapestry

Alfred D. Byrd


Is peace no more than muchness of money and goods?
If so, how soon it'll end in sorrow and shame!
You may stand amid the stars, but stumble swiftly.
Riches are never enough to deny defeat
To ones who worship glory when it wanes for them.
The heights can hold no safety for hearts of darkness.

Pride and fear have brought a world to the eve of war, a war that Timothy Johnston is coming to think is unstoppable. Thanks to him, that war will now affect only one world, his adoptive world of Tena. He has saved the earth from invasion by Tena's two Human-derived alien species, the gracious Dhitha and the blood-drinking Vulg, but at what cost to his adoptive world, now the world of his irreversible exile?

Because of the gift of Light that makes him a Dancer, a wielder of telepathic and telekinetic gifts, and because of the wild gift that makes the priesthood of the Sacred Fire regard him either as a potential high prophet or heretic, he has no choice but to get involved in the politics that will almost certainly bring the Dhitha and the Vulg into their most deadly and destructive conflict. He must fight against the prejudices of social standing and of species that divide the world of an orange sun and a purple sky if there is any chance of saving that world from the deadly weapons imported from the earth for an invasion that will now never occur.

Regardless of whether Timothy succeeds or fails, Tena will change. The new high ruler of the Empire of the Dhitha, the beautiful and charismatic, but willful and ambitious Anthemrela, will ensure change. She speaks of peace, but it is she whose policies have ensured war — her policies, or perhaps the human heart from which they arise. A voice of prophecy has said, "War lies in the human heart."

Immemorial custom will die, replaced by — what? Timothy is unsure of whether progress for the sake of progress is better than the stasis that it is meant to overthrow. Many who are high are brought low, and many who are low are brought high, but does the change of position of high and low really make for a better, more stable world than leaving things as they were would have yielded?

Events escape even the control of Timothy and Anthemrela, friends, yet rivals in the world of guiding a world. Both have gifts of Light, and neither has time to question why the Giver of Gifts has seemingly set the recipients of gifts at odds with each other. If only there were a clear vision instead of the riddles that Timothy feels compelled to speak…

Listen to words that you've learned from lips of prophets,
But hated to take to heart for harm to your plans.
The faults of fathers become the failure of sons;
What marked the mothers with shame has marred their daughters.
A truth in which you can trust has tried your patience;
What hides in your heart destroys the health of your world.

The message is unpopular; its means of transmission is questionable; the messenger is filled with self-doubt. Is the speaker of riddles a high prophet or a heretic? The priests reach a decision…

If you wish to learn more of Timothy's quest, please read To the Throne of God. This is available in paperback from Lulu and in Kindle format from Amazon. All five books of The Dhitha Tapestry are now available in Kindle format: Through the Gate of Horn, On the Wings of Dream, In the Fire of Dawn, At the Brink of War, and To the Throne of God.. Walk in the Light!

Thursday, August 1, 2013

Shadows of AT THE BRINK OF WAR: The Fourth Thread of The Dhitha Tapestry

Alfred D. Byrd


"If you're about to be named a high prophet, why are you running for your life?" one might ask Timothy Johnston, reluctant protagonist of The Dhitha Tapestry. As At the Brink of War opens, he has fled through a Doorway from Tena to his native world to tell the earth of a coming invasion by religious fanatics in league with cannibal vampires. If only the invaders weren't so likeable that one was tempted to overlook their intended evil! To them, however, it appears as good…

He may not be able to escape his pursuers; still less can he escape a gift that burns within him. With light from his eyes, he inscribes in letters of fire on a wall a poem, the message of the concluding stanza of which fills him with dread:

A work now begun will go to its goal as planned,
But its end is dark to eyes unopened to truth.
The dark delivers the light; the loveless stagger.
Bursting, a bomb will shatter a baby's slumber;
A child will arise and run to reach a palace.
The blind will open their eyes and honor the One.

Does the cryptic stanza promise a final peace after a final war? More than just Timothy want to learn the answer to this question. Besides him, the gracious Dhitha, the blood-drinking Vulg, and Humans who live among the once-Human aliens seek the answer fervently. Ironically for all of them, it may lie in a jingle spoken by a renegade telepath, acting outside the strict bounds of propriety on her world:

Two who are one, clothed in the sun,
Walk through the land. None can withstand
Makers of change. They will derange
Things of the past. Nothing will last
But what is true, ever made new,
Tested by fire. Leave on your pyre
Doubt and despair. Dawn will be fair.

Reluctantly, Timothy comes to accept that the future of two worlds and three peoples lies in the hands of two persons set apart by a force that neither can understand — set apart to determine peace or war. If he, the speaker of prophecy, prevails, so will peace; if Anthemrela, the beautiful and willful newly-made empress, prevails, war may spread beyond anything previously imagined.

Like many another prophet, Timothy asks, "Why me?" It must be he, however, or an instrument of the dark ablaze with light will determine the path of history — a path that may well bring an empire to initial glory, but may bring all lands lasting destruction. What will become, not only of two world, but perhaps of all worlds, teeters on the brink of war.

If you wish to learn more of Timothy's quest, please read At the Brink of War. This is available in paperback from Lulu and in Kindle format from Amazon. All five books of The Dhitha Tapestry are now available in Kindle format: Through the Gate of Horn, On the Wings of Dream, In the Fire of Dawn, At the Brink of War, and To the Throne of God.. Walk in the Light!

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Shadows of IN THE FIRE OF DAWN: The Third Thread of the Dhitha Tapestry

Alfred D. Byrd


A ruler is dead; his line is gone.
The heavens, mourning, proclaim an age
Of fear ahead. The Doorways will yawn,
Transporting forces of peace or rage
From Tena to seize a land that sleeps,
From the earth to scourge a land that weeps.

Back on this world after having been trained on distant Tena in his gift of Light of the Dance, Timothy Johnston hopes to use his gift in quiet anonymity in his birthplace, the Bluegrass of Kentucky. Events on a distant world deny him a future here. When the last high ruler of the current dynasty of the Empire of the Dhitha dies, Timothy must return to Tena to aid a dynastic succession, for only he can hear the thoughts of the blood-drinking Vulg, the Dhitha's traditional enemy, and learn whether they will attack the empire during its interregnum. Sadly, Timothy learns that a renewed Vulg-Dhitha war is only one of three wars that he must prevent.

My children may sail the seas and seek their glory;
My children may call a king for conquest or peace.
They go wherever they go through gifts of the One
Whose light is the source of life, and Whose law is truth.
Conquer, or keep the peace, you will come at last
To the Veil that guards your view from visions of Fire;
Your thoughts and acts will enter an hour of judgment.

Conscience leads Timothy to oppose a friend and mentor's ambition to obtain the imperial throne. She, he fears, will heed calls of extremists in the empire to make a preemptive invasion of the earth — calls of members of a Human religious community in the empire to free the earth from Babylon. Life grows yet more complicated for Timothy when he gives what many take as a prophecy from the Sacred Fire, Tena's monotheistic god, in front of that god's high priest. Now, Timothy must be tried in the temple as a potential high prophet — or heretic. Will his trial's outcome determine war or peace for three intelligent species on two worlds?

Beautiful maiden, you bear a burden too great
For your strength alone to lift. The Land of Exiles
Will bless you on days of bliss, but blast you with rage
When you go to goals of change that give them concern.

If only he could stop speaking prophecies! During a reenactment of an ancient assault on the empire's holy city, Timothy speaks verses that many take as saying that his friend and mentor is indeed the Sacred Fire's choice as the empire's high ruler. She speaks of peace, but he fears that war is her chosen means of achieving it, for the military that she will command if she takes the throne has stolen the earth's weapons for use against it — including the most fearsome of weapons, to be launched against the earth's centers of power. Timothy, a reluctant prophet, must fight against his own prophecies to save the world of his birth…

If you wish to learn more of Timothy's quest, please read In the Fire of Dawn. This is available in paperback from Lulu and in Kindle format from Amazon. All five books of The Dhitha Tapestry are now available in Kindle format: Through the Gate of Horn, On the Wings of Dream, In the Fire of Dawn, At the Brink of War, and To the Throne of God.. Walk in the Light!

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

REFLECTIONS ON "DINNER OF THE LOVING DEAD"

Alfred D. Byrd


As long as I've been reading, I've been reading Gothic horror. Much of it, I read before I learned what the term meant. Would I have enjoyed Frankenstein, The Narrative of A. Gordon Pym,, Dracula, Gormenghast, and We Have Always Lived in the Castle had I known beforehand that they were Gothic? Likely. Tales of brooding dread in a realm of darkness have an appeal to more of us than just me — an appeal going back to dreads that had affected humans long before we hired professors of literature to dissect and classify those dreads for us.

Family, if you think of it, is one of our foremost dreads. Just think of what's involved in becoming part of a family! Without our having any say in the matter, we're born amid blood and pain to a couple — perhaps, to only part of a couple — that sets us in the heart of a web of relationships that define us and make instant demands on us. Some of us never learn how to navigate that web without getting tangled in it. Can you really say that a system such as family isn't just a little bit scary?

Beyond family, another dread is finding meaning and purpose in our lives. Meaning and purpose start in what's defined for us and assigned to us by our families. Do we accept what's defined and assigned, or do we react against it and try to define and assign our own meanings and purpose to our lives? Either choice bears hopes and uncertainties. To accept is to find acceptance at the potential cost of individuality; to react is to find freedom at the potential cost of loneliness. In the real world as well as a tale of Gothic horror, life is never simple.

Dread of outsiders — yes, as if family were not enough for us to face, we must deal also with strangers. Like avalanches ever poised to sweep across our peaceful villages, they lurk beyond us; like comets bearing portents of doom from the void, they plunge amid us. Just when we've got family all figured out, strangers intrude with alien lifeways and alien demands on us. If family represents the danger of stasis, strangers represent the danger of change.

The ultimate change is the ultimate dread, death. In at least this world, death cuts through all that is woven by family, meaning, purpose, and strangers. We may claim to be confident in death's face, but how often is our confidence, shall we say, whistling past a graveyard? Did Shakespeare put our attitude towards death best when he wrote in Hamlet, "the dread of something after death,/ The undiscovered Country, from whose bourn/ No Traveller returns, Puzzles the will,/ And makes us rather bear those ills we have,/ Than fly to others that we know not of"? Certainly, he expressed an attitude of Gothic horror.

At the heart of Gothic horror lies mystery; at the foundation of mystery lie secrets. What is cloaked in silence, in misdirection, or in lies? What is really going on behind the eyes of that person — perhaps a loved one, perhaps a figure of authority, or perhaps a stranger bearing a promise of a better life — who is talking to you ? What are you hiding even from yourself? How will your world change — for the better, or for the worse? ‐ when secrets come out?

Horace Walpole crystallized all of humanity's primal dreads in the first novel of Gothic horror, The Castle of Otranto. In a haunted castle, a father's ambitions, founded on lies and murder, slowly destroy a family that, as much as he can love, he does. Although the novel's language is outdated, its theme of a family tormented and ruined by secrets is as fresh today as it was in the Eighteenth Century — as fresh as the evening news. The Castle of Otranto inspired directly and indirectly all of the works that I mentioned above, and is still inspiring captivating works today.

On a minor note, it inspired me to try to crystallize themes of Gothic horror in a tale of less than twenty-five hundred words: "Dinner of the Loving Dead." Did I succeed in conveying to you the horror of a family haunted and tormented by secrets? Why not find out for yourself? At the story's end, you'll have learned those secrets…

"Dinner of the Loving Dead" is available in Kindle format at Amazon.Com.

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Shadows of ON THE WINGS OF DREAM: The Second Thread of the Dhitha Tapestry

Alfred D. Byrd


A road that runs through a Door to wrath and to hope
Has led me through light and dark to a land of strife…

After having learned in Kentucky's Bluegrass of the once-human Dhitha and their enemies, the blood-drinking Veligit, Timothy travels through a Doorway to the counter-earth of Tena for training in his gift of luma dhunas, 'Light of the Dance.' There, he finds that he is not only a Dancer, a wielder of telepathic and telekinetic Light, but perhaps also — terrifyingly, to him — a prophet sent by the Sacred Fire to summon a straying world to a new path. If Timothy is not a prophet, how can he, a middling poet in his native English, speak perfectly crafted and powerfully compelling bardic verse in Vara Dhithas, his adoptive people's language?

The Door has opened Doorways to death, or to life,
And some will seek to cross them to save their people,
But others, to rule the earth with iron and with blood…

In Tinnemâl, the holy city of the Iteri, worshipers of the Sacred Fire, Timothy falls into the ambit of Berona Nakras, the aging High Ruler — last of his line — of the Empire of the Dhitha, and Anthemrela Nebras, a young, charismatic, tradition-breaking Door with sweeping ambitions. Both the High Ruler and the Door are working together for peace with the Veligit — peace, not for its own sake, but for the sake of a potential war with Timothy's homeworld, the earth, which both the Dhitha and the Veligit are coming to see as a greater threat to them than either of them is to each other.

You see the earth as sinful, a site of horrors,
Yet are blind to stains of blood that blacken your hands.
To assess the size of threat, you assign your spies
Duties beyond the Doorways, yet darken your gaze
To wrongs that rise from your heart in rage of vengeance.
Your foe, the fear inside you, will find Tinnemâl…

In the Holy City, Timothy sees beauty in long-standing traditions of politeness, hospitality, and worship, yet also danger in class and ethnic pride, in fear of strangers, and in blind self-confidence in ways that cannot change, yet must if a world — or perhaps two worlds — is to survive. Reluctantly, he becomes a political and religious voice for peace in a world coming to see war as the only way of life.

The fearful will seek a sign to save their customs,
But will find their fire of hope too fierce for their taste…

On Tena, Timothy will find acceptance into a new family, love in a much-desired marriage that becomes nonetheless a plaything of a strange world's politics, and power and promotion in his gift of Light of the Dance. He will also, however, find his new world threatened by passions, prejudices, and dogmas that drive one long-lived conflict and threaten to start another. Perhaps worst for him, personally, is dawning suspicion of a stain in his earthly family's past — a stain that may ruin, not only his chance for personal happiness, but also his usefuless as an instrument of ending one war and preventing another.

If you wish to learn more of Timothy's quest, please read On the Wings of Dream. This is available in paperback and in Kindle format from Amazon. I am currently working on making all five books of The Dhitha Tapestry available in Kindle format. The first three — Through the Gate of Horn, On the Wings of Dream, and In the Fire of Dawn, are already out. The remaining two, At the Brink of War and To the Throne of God, I hope to have out by the end of July 2013. Walk in the Light!

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Shadows from THROUGH THE GATE OF HORN: The First Thread of the Dhitha Tapestry

Alfred D. Byrd


What is "the gate of horn"? As you'll learn in Through the Gate of Horn from a character named Angie, the gate of horn is the underworld's gate through which true dreams reach dreamers favored by the gods. Angie is referring to The Odyssey, in which Penelope, not knowing that her nysterious guest is her long-lost husband, Odysseus, tells him of a dream in which he has come home to her — a dream that she hopes has come to her through the gate of horn, but fears has come to her through the gate of ivory, through which the gods send false dreams to torment those whom the gods hate.

The Dhitha Tapestry is an odyssey starting with a dream. This comes, not to a bold adventurer like Odysseus, but to a meek, undistinguished thirtysomething computer programmer and aspiring poet named Timothy Enoch Johnston, who has just buried his parents in Winchester, Kentucky. On a night of a spring equinox, when America has just invaded Iraq, he has a dream of white-clad men and women dancing around a pale, red-eyed woman and feeding her light that she uses to open a doorway between worlds. During the dream, Timothy awakes repeatedly to find himself out of bed in different parts of his house. He fears that he is engaging in sleepwalking, which he has never done, but, on his last awakening, he faces a numbing suspicion that he has actually teleported.

The next day, Timothy sleepwalks through a dull workday as he recalls that he has had the dream of dancers often before, though never as clearly as he had it the night before, and that it alternates with dreams of hairy, blood-sucking ghouls who sway to produce darkness, light's counterpoint. That evening, he heads to a science-fiction convention in Cincinnati, Ohio, where he hopes to find answers to his questions about dreams. What he finds, however, are more questions as he meets the lovely, distant Angie, a Viking shieldmaiden out of time, and her diminutive friend, Lisa, whose green eyes bear sparks of red reminding Timothy of the red-eyed woman of his dream.

Both Angie and Lisa know a shadowy painter named Kiril Paris, who, Timothy learns, has painted imagery directly from his dream. Both Angie and Lisa are cagy about Kiril — Angie, regretfully so; Lisa, gleefully. As he spends time with the two women at the con, Timothy cannot shake an impression that, even as they talk with him in normal speech, they are speaking to one another mind to mind in an unknown language in which they refer to Kiril as potra, — 'door.'

When he parts for a time from Angie and Lisa, Timothy sets out on a quest for Kiril. On this quest, Timothy learns that what he knew about himself and about the world in which he has only marginally lived is only a shadow of a greater reality. An at first indifferent Christian, he must wrestle with skepticism and faith, neither of which seems to him adequate to encompass what he is learning. A lifelong loner, he must learn to love another and become part of an embracing community with a holy purpose. An underachiever, he must learn to accept and grow seeds of greatness within himself.

Above all, he must learn to accept that he lives in a world of magic — or of technology so advanced that it looks like magic even to a skeptical computer programmer like him. Perhaps, however, neither magic nor technology, but religion, is in play. The Dhitha, the People of the Door, tell him confidently that the gifts that both they and he possess come from the Sacred Fire…

As, in Through the Gate of Horn, I set you out on the odyssey of The Dhitha Tapestry, I start with what is familiar — at least to me — Kentucky's Bluegrass. This is a realm of hidden, contradictory depths: amid the rolling fields of stately horse farms run deep canyons; beneath the farms, uncharted systems of caverns. The Bluegrass is a perfect hiding place for the human, yet not quite, Dhitha, locked in a seemingly endless conflict with the blood-drinking ghouls — a war of the children of light against the children of darkness. Our world is not their home, but a stage on which their conflict may play out.

Did Timothy's dream come to him through the gate of horn? What becomes of him in his quest amid this conflict? Here is a hint in two stanzas from one of his poems:

The Door, with eyes of fire, is sitting
In state at the heart of things,
And I, who see her weaving the light,
Will face the future she brings.
I hear her call in words of a dream
And know the truth of her chants,
And I come, despite all tests ahead,
To yield myself to the dance.

If you wish to learn more of Timothy's quest, please read Through the Gate of Horn. This is available in paperback and in Kindle format from Amazon. I am currently working on making all five books of The Dhitha Tapestry available in Kindle format. The first three — Through the Gate of Horn, On the Wings of Dream, and In the Fire of Dawn, are already out. The remaining two, At the Brink of War and To the Throne of God, I hope to have out by the end of July 2013. Walk in the Light!