The Traitor (Echo Diary #10: Dave R. / Mercury Rose)

(1880: Lincoln County, New Mexico)

I was riding with a gang out of Southwest New Mexico and a pal I miss now in more ways than one. I was at the bar, leaned over a whiskey when they first walked into my life. I believe it was in a small town in New Mexico, one that was wiped out of existence in time. A dusty street/ one bar town, with a dirt floor and plank bar that served the rotgut that I had come to need to keep my mind straight. It helped then, especially when my life I had built in a Northern town had blown up due to affiliations and bad timing.

As I sipped the amber liquid a tall shadow crossed the doors sunlight and entered. I half turned to see two men enter the bar and take a seat at a table in the room that a new friend was sitting at. They ordered coffee and my pal waved at me to join them. I turned at my seat at the bar, and watched them, but didn’t join in. I didn’t trust anyone new that quickly. My friend gave them info on the gang and had them join up. They seemed eager to prove their worth, but I was not impressed and pretty soon they were the enemy.
The traitor stuck to the lanky guy like a feeder fish and looked at my friend and me as if he was afraid of the hedonistic, rough we were involved in. He had tried to be a bad ass prior to this, but couldn’t hack it and turned to be a wannabe law dog eventually. Because I kept him as an acquaintance he was not clear in my recalled memory, but now I recognize his soul completely.
I can remember him now as a shadow that I kept the corner of my eye on. He wasn’t someone I was concerned with and knew I could take him down easy enough if I had the chance. I also knew the true terror he felt in his heart when he would look at me, the whites of his eyes glowing in the firelight if I moved suddenly. That memory makes me smile now, actually…
He rode with us for awhile, bent on his own reasons, which turned out to be whatever the beanpole wanted; to take us out and get the reward and notoriety. They both turned to the law when things got sticky. I was fine with it, had never trusted them and was happy when they left. It was my true friend that had a problem with their traitorous ways. But this traitor and his tall Law abiding man was nothing to me, no more so than some vague memory that I recalled only when prompted. He wishes he was more to me in his heart.. but he will always be the scared guy who helped the people take my pal down. Pathetic little life he led.
When we went our separate ways we ran into each other one other time, on a cold December night, when my pal and I were captured. It wasn’t the first time and it definitely wouldn’t be the last. I wasn’t too keen on heading up North to face the ‘consequences’ but I wasn’t worried either. Things tended to work out. (Actually, I think it was my cool-headed outlook that scared a lot of those around me, considering I didn’t look the least bit worried about a hangman’s rope, or the courts. But that is something to tackle another day.)
The journey North was a long one and the weather slowed the travel. Shackled to my friend in the back of a buggy it was rougher than riding a horse. When the weather worsened Bean Pole decided to stop for the night at a Boarding House nearby. There we slept through a snowstorm, played cards, and had a strange holiday meal with our captors. But I remember quite vividly the Traitor watching me closely and nearly panicking if I moved to fast, even though I was unarmed, and chained.
Despite this.. the worse thing that traitor has ever done to me.. was falsely identifying himself in another life.
Enough about him… he is dead to me and is of little consequence to my existence, then or now.

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(present day: Santa Fe, New Mexico)

Recalling your past lives can be confusing and convoluted at times. It is hard to know what to believe and who to turn to. I had extensive experiences, which will all come to light in the feature Echo. But one of the most profound experiences was when I thought I had found a very good friend from a past life. The old soul in me, the Ruffian, was open to the idea of finding one of his pals again. So much so that I allowed the falseness of his words to placate me and make me more open then I should have ever been. He came at me in my current incarnation as my pal. We connected and shared some memories.. memories he would have had being an observer of it all. Maybe his ego was so big or it was wish fulfillment for him, but he pretended to be my friend. We bonded over similar experiences and reveled in the idea that we were not alone. We even moved in with him and his family, for a few weeks, to bond more. There my true-self was validated by some amazing things, but what was a bit confusing and questionable was his fear of me and the way he would avoid being the same room alone with me, and didn’t want to dive deep into our memories of that past life. That’s what I had come to South Texas to do, to revel in each other’s memories of a life long gone.

Earlier this year I thought he was still who he had claimed to be, and had pretended to be. And I, missing my friend, my ‘pal’ sought him out, to reunite again and be friends, damning the present issues we had that had torn us apart for nearly ten years. In so doing I didn’t get him but reunited with his old family, the one he had abandoned. (Yes, he is the same traitor and selfish man he has always been.)
His old family and I are friends now, and they are helping with Echo actually, as well as the Border Ruffian project, among other little details. I had wanted to still meet up with the man himself again, to recall glory days and see what damage we could do in this one.

But, recently some new historical evidence has surfaced, that has allowed myself and the Echo team to figure out some truth… that he was NOT my pal. He was the shadow traitor that was barely a memory to me until his photo resurfaced along with a new one of me, and my genuine pal.
That knowledge has freed me from the desire to contact him again; although for a few moments my past-self wanted to do some serious damage to him. That has since rolled off me like water off a duck’s back now, and I am confident in the truth we know. He will not be getting much in the way of any attention in Echo, or the other projects.. and Dave? He is still looking for his true pal and hoping one day to find him again. If you’re out there.. we will reconnect!

by Sophia B. (inspired by Dave R)
Copyright @Wickedlydrivenmedia2018 (January 13, 2018)

Dear Reader: Echo Entry #7 (Dave R.)

cropped-7a7272ab993f49e8f94029eb296fdd0bSo, Dear Reader… I am quite well aware you are there, waiting in the breadth of the web to read my words and glean from my stories a guess as to who I was or who I am now… or better yet, get interested in the idea of the movie Echo.. which is the whole point to this; that and the eventual Novel series; one that, if you like my stories you might enjoy. Apparently, I did soo much in my life that it cannot be honed down to a movie; at least not yet.
And considering the film Echo is based on this truth, it kinda makes sense to break the characterization for a moment. You see this story that we are gearing up for, and working on so diligently, is based on a true story about me, reconnecting with my present life, ‘Mercury’. Being a strong persona that I am I ended up bleeding into her in a way, affecting her life since she was a little girl, and making a very real connection. I have given her my strength when she was a puddle on the floor and couldn’t move, and she, in turn, is keeping me from being killed off before my time. We are influencing each other. But the story of Echo is how we came to be this way, and have this connection.

In experiencing all this I found my way to walk this world once again. Although the world has changed greatly from my time.. and to take a step in becoming a different person; not just Mercury, but experiencing a new way of living. I think of it as the ultimate disguise. I live in a city that wanted to see me hang in my day; and yet I walk the streets and experience joy and wisdom, art and culture, right under the noses of the law. The law that was after me is long dead, and the records state I was killed in one way or the other. So I am free.
I do not have my own body anymore of course; that part of me is in the ground in the Pacific Northwest; but I have my personality, my memories, and everything that was me back then. Mercury tends to believe we may be living simultaneous lives, and if so, we can influence each other to be better. I like that idea and get a kick out of thinking of my gang, during my lifetime, thinking me intensely insane as I talk to her in my dreams as if I have smoked some opium or drank too much whiskey. We shall see how the historical evidence has changed. I have witnessed with my own eyes some slight variations on what was once true about my fate, and for that, I am grateful and humbled.

We have been called out/ recognized, in this present life, as to who I am, and who Mercury was several times, which shocked and frightened Mercury at first. But she since sees the beauty of this validation and no longer sees herself as just her, a lost girl wondering who she truly is and where she came from. Reveling in this experience and the truth of it has made me proud and is making her a stronger beautiful woman and this brings us both great joy.

Being a woman was hard for me at first. But it keeps me in my place.. as I do not want to overtake her life or have to deal with men who may think like I used to about women and treat them badly. I have learned my lesson, and hope I did so before my death; after all, I did have a wife and children. But how I treated them has affected Mercury as she knows the darkest thoughts of men because of me. Because of this, she is still single. She is working it out and I am helping her work through it. (All this sexual harassment stuff in the news brought this up.)
I did have one friend confess to me he killed himself when he found his spirit in a girls body. I don’t know if this is true, but it shows just how cowardly he was. Life is but an experience we all share, Dear Reader. And to cut short one’s life because of the unknown is just plain bad karma building. And he more than likely will have to come back again and again until he understands that. Me? Mercury and I? We want to learn our lessons, gain our wisdom, and move on and wake up from this odd state into our true selves. But in the meantime, we are here.

I feel sorry for my friends that are stuck in other lives at this time and do not have the capacity or the allowance to be themselves in some way or another. That can be the ultimate hell after all.
My last name will be known eventually on here when the time is right. But it is hardly the point. Although in so doing the book series and the movie following that will vindicate my name from obscurity. I was a bigger name in my day in the papers then all these so-called famed western symbols you know today.. but time has a way of changing the truth to the survivor’s version of history. The true nature of my world and my name will come into focus once again.

So, Dear Reader, I hope you stay tuned to this story as it is told… and get interested in the movie Echo. This is all based on real experiences from its authors and is a true telling of events. Belief systems have mentioned reincarnation.. but not so blatantly as we will lay out.. And in the end, maybe more people can acknowledge their older inner selves, and know who they were truly in the past, to improve upon their lives in the present.

Yours truly,
Dave R. edited by Sophia Bungay

P.S. If you have questions and comments we look forward to answering them.

Copyright @Wickedlydrivenmedia2017

Self Identity (A Pre-lude Essay to ECHO)

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(Conceived & Written February 18th-25th.. part of the meditation during a flu virus battle)

Who are we? How do we define ourselves? Are we an amalgamation of who our parents are, who our family is, if we had siblings or not, what our genetic traits are, what our knowledge is, our lifetime experiences, who we know; or is it something much more than that?

Years ago I went out to music venues in town, single, yearning to be a part of something. Through those adventures I met some lovely people, and made some acquaintances, but nothing true. Most of the time I felt like a lone wolf, wanting to be a part of something bigger, but not really fitting into it (whether it be dancing, drinking, or other.) The desire for something more kept at it until I didn’t know myself anymore; to a point that I woke up in situations where I was completely lost, not recognizing the world or myself in it. And as I lost myself to this yearning I realized it was the same loss I felt of my own identity and life when I gone through similar loss and thus growth years earlier.

So I turned away from that path, concentrated on education and work, focussing on regaining a new me. And it worked, and I have moved forward.

A few weeks ago I started going out to music veimages-12nues again, for the social aspect as well as a need to hear some good tunes. In the meantime part of myself had re-emerged to give me vital confidence and a purpose that keeps me going.
With all of this new claimed identity and self confidence came a new longing for adventure. To walk through these situations and truly know who I was and what I was aiming to gain from each and every encounter; It felt great to have this much knowledge in myself and I hope it continues. (Actually ECHO project is helping it come together even more so.)

Through this I was unaware that the other night I had gotten someone’s attention.. and met someone of similar interest, and desire, to spend time with me. I have yet to see where this leads but look forward to the possibilities.
We, this new compadre, and I, went out the other night, and ran into some people I had known before. But now they were looking at me differently.. instead of this lone wolf, sitting at the bar alone, I was part of something… does pairing up or giving into a social grouping make one look different to the others in the vicinity? It was quite a revelation. That some of them were three sheets to the wind doesn’t matter. They were having fun, and, will always be a part of the social scene here. But it was nice to be acknowledged none the less.
Self identity is what you choose to affect you, choose to let in, choose to believe – in yourself; what makes you, you.images-11

And self identity can go past this world, this life, and into the next or what was before. Whatever your experiences/ beliefs are.
Whatever affects you, or whichever to chose to let affect you, shall create your personality, who you are perceived by to the world.

So at present… I am (insert Breakfast Club ending Monologue )

Just kidding… sort of…
I am Artist-daughter/ Lizard King Goddaughter/ Horse woman/ Historian/ Flapper girl/ Border ruffian/ Writer/ Filmmaker/ Administrative goddess/ Egyptian priestess/ Art collector/ Friend & Pal/ Loner/ Confidant/ Chef/ Music lover/ Movie enthusiast/ Liberal/ etc… toting high goals that wickedly driven and a equal amount of self esteem. / I am all that and more….

So who are you?