An Army Gathering

The army had gathered near the Forest of Misconception. They had momentarily kept to the rule of running fast enough to stay in the same place, so the Generals decided to convene and discuss their plan of action.
The Pink-Lipped Harlequin is the first to speak:

'We should show her no mercy. Off with her head! The King's as well. The time has come to completely wipe out the Kingdom of Heart. No prisoners I say!'

The generals mumble and shift in their places, and then the hookah-smoking Caterpillar raises his voice, after taking the hookah out of his mouth and yawning once or twice:

'If we free her head from her body, she'll tumble around and she will not know which is which. A tyrant queen we do not need, but a chaotic queen is even worse.' And then the Caterpillar continues to puff away without speaking.

The Duchess, speaking for the other generals, as they had agreed at breakfast earlier, rises, sits down again, rises and makes sure she has everyone's attention:

'Gentlemen, gentlecreatures and other assorted things, this army's purpose is to abdicate her highness, The Queen of Hearts. Our goal is clear; to storm the Kingdom of Heart and force the Queen off her throne. For this, we need the White Rabbit to guide us through the Maze. Without his help, we are doomed to wander in the Maze for all eternity. I have summoned the White Rabbit, but he is late, so I suggest we wait. Patience, we should all learn some patience.'

The Duchess sits down again, rises, goes a bit to the left and sits down once more. The Generals all look at each other, and wait.

I turn my head towards the forest of misconception and faintly hear the cracking of a tree. I clutch my sword and wait for the ticking of a clock, the ticking of a clock, the ticking of a clock, until the army falls asleep.

rotting tree

Alice hears whispers of news that the assembling of a battle is in progress. She hears these whispers off the trees. She is still in the forest. She isn't sure if she hears lies from the trees or truths. She can't be too sure.

She keeps walking on her path, nothing is what it seems these days. She feels everything is a lie and that it's hard to trust anyone - even White Rabbit. She ponders if the forest is putting thoughts in her head. If that be the case, she knows she must get out soon.

At this time, the wind carries a message to find a tree.
'A tree? Well, what kind of tree? And what will I do once I get there?'
It tells her to go, and that it will be clear.

Alice walks. Stumbles. On the point of tears when she sees a tree. She could tell it was once a magnificent tree. Not very tall, but it's trunks strong and leaves colourful. It was rotting. Confused why she was brought to this tree, she notices an axe. On the handle of this axe was a message: Off with it's head!

She picks up the axe and swings. Alice had just made the first move in the battle against the Queen.

Where's the battlefield?

reinardus

Where do we fight the tigers, the snails and the rabbits ?
Where can I draw a sword out of a stone to become king and order everyone to fight my cause?
Where do I find the shield to protect me from their blows?
Where is my horse to ride unto towards the setting sun?
Where is my armour so that I can become untouchable?

I will fight against the Queen of Hearts and her paper army. Her reign of terror should come to an end. From this day we will no longer shivver when we hear her shout ‘off with his head’. We are not her slaves!

Who’s with me?

forest of misconception

jk

In the past Alice has fallen victim to mishaps and sugar-coated truths. People or places not being what she saw them as or what they said they were. She recalls these incidents as she passes a clearing she has been walking in for a few days.

She comes to a gathering of trees. Tall ones. Short ones. Big ones. Skinny ones. She hesitates. Not because she is scared, but because she knows what may lie on the inside. She steps in. The Forest of Misconception welcomes her.

Just because nature is pretty doesn't mean it's all good. The prettiest of plants can kill you. The ugliest ones can at times save you. In the forest there are several paths. Alice is confused which ones to believe. She can take the trail that is clear of overgrowth and darkness or the rocky one that may take a tad bit longer.

Trails have always appealed to her. Some look so wonderful when you first start off. But in the end, you get stuck in the mud. For the trail betrays you. It lies in a way a friend does to get their own way.

She is tired of candy lies and fake gestures. She decides on the less attractive one, knowing it's for the best.

what's real?

is it real...
this world?
these people?
these feelings?

how can you tell make believe from truth?
tea parties with the hatter and heir
from real dinner gatherings with friends?
giant sized from regular sized?

it's all here
all the answers
they're in your heart
they're in mine

how can you build a boat
from sticks and dreams
to sail you closer?
i found one way -
built from words and wishes

i saw white rabbit the other day
he says hello
and that he's late

what's real in this wonderland?
it's hard to tell
i guess we will have to figure it out
card by card
guess by guess
tea party by tea party

wonderland chronicles

"Thus grew the tale of Wonderland:
Thus slowly , one by one,
Its quaint events were hammered out -
And now the tale is done,
And home we steer, a merry crew,
Beneath the setting sun."
- Lewis Carroll


Down, down, down. Would the fall never come to an end!

My fellow dreamer, it doesn't matter if you live in Bushland, China or Monaco, we both fell down the rabbit hole. We are indeed queer and quaint and all things that start with a Q, and we hammer like madmen, yet we wouldn't want it another way. Let the Wonderland Chronicles begin!

the beginning

It all starts somewhere. Fall in that hole. Stay for awhile, maybe for good. Then leave if you choose to. Many people come into our rabbit holes, whether they be special or an enemy, we have encounters. We learn from these things.

I ran into the King, he gave me advice that was recycled. He told me, 'Begin at the beginning and go on till you come to the end: then stop.'

So from here, we start at the beginning.