Daniel's Life

'Why me?' asked Alison's father Daniel.

'To be sure it's meant to be,' replied Alison in an Irish accent.

'Yes, Irish lass,' said Daniel. 'Ok. Sit down then.'

She sat down in the Den of Daniel and he started his tale.

'I was born in a town in the great UK, from a baby to a boy to a man today.'

'You're quoting a song,' said Alison. 'I Can NOT remember which one, but I know it. From childhood.'

'Funny. But, yes, I was born in the UK in Kingston upon Hull in my Earthly manifestation. Early life was Catholic. But more Daly I suppose then Catholic, and half Baker style at that.'

'I could imagine. Grandmother is a very strong woman.'

'Muggins is a tough nut indeed. Called a brick once by Kevin McFadden.'

'I don't know him,' said Alison.

'St Pats friend of the family,' replied Daniel. 'Now in my early 20s I found God after an agnostic phase, and returned to Catholicism before drifting into Pentecostalism for a while, before becoming a Noahide. For the briefest time the 7 laws of Noah were adhered to, but soon enough the Karaite concept ruled the idea of the Rainbow Covenant for me.'

'This much I do know,' replied Alison.

'So I'm being brief. Forgive me,' replied Daniel. 'Soon enough recording things came along and divine inspiration unlocked secret histories of the universe. Or something like that. And the Chronicles of the Children of Destiny was born. Various fellowship ideas soon after an, in time, the ANM parcelled it all together in the main package of things. The rest, as you say, is history.'

'Give me some unique things,' said Alison. 'People know that much already.'

Daniel scratched his head. 'Not much to say which hasn't been written about already or isn't in my memoirs. You could research them, you know. Cull together a piece from all of that.'

'I like it fresh out of the horses mouth,' replied Alison. 'Spill the beans buddy.'

'Very well. Your mother was a fond obsession from early on. Eventually I cracked on to her, and eventually other Daniel's gave up. I won the spirit of the Swift Chick.'

'Funny,' said Alison.

'We do have prior children. They are private sorts. Not keen on being in the public eye. One day you'll meet one or two of them. Not for the time being.'

'I understand. Mum said the same thing,' replied Alison. 'Tell me about Katy Perry.'

'She was an early obsession too. I've had a romance or two with that one, but it's mainly Taylor who lights my fire. She is suited to me very well. I always felt Daly's and Swifts would make a probably good team. It's usually been the case.'

'I see,' said Alison. 'Obviously. You produced me. First class work there dad.'

'B Minus,' replied Daniel. 'But I'll continue.'

Alison chuckled.

'No, Taylor is the main gal of my dreams, and I'm hopelessly devoted, but there are a few other chicks back in time which are out there here and there, and the little black book is occasionally referred to – the brain in other words – when I click onto facebook and send a little not of 'Hi', touching bases again after what is usually an aeon.'

'How it's done I guess,' replied Alison. 'But Katy. Was it the big breasts? Be honest?'

Daniel glared at Alison and sighed. 'They were something of a factor, but it was mainly crazy dreams. Your mother too. Extreme loving encounters in silent lucidity and my heart was claimed. Crazy, I know. But those dreams spoke to me.'

'Really?' replied Alison. 'I did not know that.'

'Few do,' replied Daniel. 'Private matters of the heart.'