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Old Queen Helga's insatiable appetite for causing a ruckus and knack for playing the victim was of world renown.

Come close boys and girls, have a seat around the fire and I will tell you a scary story.  It is so frightening because it is true.

History has not been kind to the phrase "lunatic fringe".  As centuries passed, it came to rest on those who rose above duality. The middle has been under attack for not taking sides, opting to look for solutions fueled with logic and reason-increased understanding.

With a woosh and a low droning sound that had been preceded by a few seconds of a high pitched tone, Patrick found himself sailing through a wormhole. Grey and black swirled around him giving the inside of this tunnel a candy cane pattern. He was in free fall, yet not feeling any fear or apprehension at all. A cool energetic breeze seemed to carry him as he tried to recall the moments before arriving in this tunnel.  "Ah." Patrick thought to himself as he saw glimpses of his family around his bed and him lying in it. They were crying and hugging each other. His sister lingered at his bedside holding his hand.  He embraced the silence of his journey in this wormhole.  Alone with his thoughts.  Without warning or indication his flying through this passage was concluding, he burst into a bright blue sky. The low drone stopped and the cool breeze was no more.  He was landing in a land that looked like Earth and began feeling puzzled and intrigued. Everyt...

One thing I believe, fear is an illusion.   Dangers are real, but fear is illusion.