The Mad Doctor Serial: The Lost Soul
- Episode aired Jul 1, 2018
The Certain Magical Pimpdex Gang recites a poem in memory of Kevin from the Other Dimension's father, who passed away during the making of these episodes.The Certain Magical Pimpdex Gang recites a poem in memory of Kevin from the Other Dimension's father, who passed away during the making of these episodes.The Certain Magical Pimpdex Gang recites a poem in memory of Kevin from the Other Dimension's father, who passed away during the making of these episodes.
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- TriviaThe Lost Soul is Brenda Dickerson from ZLTV. Kevin Neece and Brent Dickerson have collaborated on more documentary films than Martin Scorsese and Robert DeNiro. Not many people know this, but Brent Dickerson has been a landscaper for the Governor's Mansion in Austin, TX for nearly twenty years.
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Sayoko Mishima: Uh, Guys... there's someone else on this beach with us.
The Lost Soul: How do you do?
Sayoko Mishima: Who ARE you?
The Lost Soul: I don't know... I woke up on this beach... couldn't remember who I was... Far as I know... I'm a Lost Soul...
Sayoko Mishima: You're... a Lost Soul... Do you remember anything at all?
The Lost Soul: I was snorkeling out in the ocean... I was right behind this girl... Just as I was getting onto the boat... I blacked out... woke up here... Don't know where I am... Don't know how I got here... I'm as lost as any soul could ever be... That's me... and the girl... she's gone... Nothing more than a faded memory... Blowing through the wind...
Sayoko Mishima: Is this girl someone you've lost?
The Lost Soul: No... she's someone who's lost me... Come to think of it... I'm kind of wondering if I'm dead...
Sayoko Mishima: You're standing here... talking to me... and you think... you're dead... Well, I'm not dead... What makes you think you are?
The Lost Soul: I see a girl in the distance... I don't know her name... I feel her love around me... I feel her hurt, her heart, her blame... And I can't stop the darkness... her sorrow, her shame... I can't stop her guilt... I can't sail to her aide... She knows someday we'll meet again... but it won't heal the pain... So I reach out to her here... and I wait for the day... She thinks she's alone... And she needs to find her way... I can't... I can't... I can't remember how the rest of this goes.
Doctor What: I see a little girl in the distance... who mourns in her room... for a Lost Soul in the islands... but it won't clean her wounds... for a promise unbroken... but a promise unkept... it hangs in the air... by a vanishing thread... she thinks I don't care... that my heart is locked away... she doesn't see I need help... to release all my pain... we handle loss differently... each of us in our own ways... this world we create... it's all I can say... I vent with all my heart... but the words come out damaged... I feel the barrier give way... it won't open... I manage... these tears I weep in silence... they DO exist... for the Lost Soul of my Father... who lies in the mist... for the company of my mothers as his soul departs... and that fateful meeting is coming... when I'll be forced to say goodbye... to say I didn't cherish him... would be only a lie... I can't- I can't- I can't remember how the rest of this goes...
Welsper The Demon Child: I see an old man in the distance... who has outlived his son... wondering when his time will come... why he's the only one... why is he left behind... when everyone goes... who is left by his side... only he knows... one less in the family... as the old saying goes... a branch fallen off the tree... in the middle of the road... the sun sets on his life... but his late wife awaits... for she never left his side... in his house she stays... to be re-united once again... at the end of his days... I can't- I can't- I can't remember how the rest of this goes...
The Mad Doctor: What IS... this remorse... that everyone sends... for the Lost Soul of a man that's already been spent... I do not understand this... it does not compute... none of them know him... he might as well be a mute... why do I join them on this sickening spree... am I part of them or are they part of me?... Are we different sides of a coin that nobody can see?... Different troubled personalities of a depressed mind we can't read?... I'd scream from the mountains with all of my rotten hate!... I'd try to tear them down... but fear I can only relate... and I'd send hell the darkness... if they'd cut this Lost Soul some slack... I'd tear everything down... but it won't bring him back... so I grant this brief reprieve... for the moments that we lack... and I'll pray for this man... so his Lost Soul can relax... I can't- I can't- I can remember how the rest of this goes...
Skuld: Goddess in Heaven... please hear us out... a Lost Soul is stranded... and his faith is in doubt... how can we judge the soul of a man... who has given all of his love... to his friends and his family... over Heaven above... just because science has taught him to question our beliefs... are we to cast him aside... while his family weeps... he claims not a religion... but he lives out our beliefs... he is the everyman example... to practice what we preach... I see a man in the distance... who knows not his own name... but he feels the warmth and the kindness his family has made... it is not what we believe... it's who we leave behind... to remember our names... and speak kind of our lives... you can't take it with you... because it's not yours to take... it belongs to the ones... who put your love at stake... please grant this man entrance... and forgive all his sins... if he were to be punished... then none of us would win... we don't give souls to the devil... because they won't join our club... we cherish anyone who would devote all of their love... that is the meaning of God... that is the meaning of Life... this message we send to his second wife... and to those without family... you still have chance... you can still have a life... and before your last dance... so reach out to the ones... that enrichen your lives... I can't- I can't- I can't remember how the rest of this goes...
Sayoko Mishima: I see a window to the moonlight... an escape door that's out of sight... a way out of the other night... to a memory where you've done right... if it's your name you don't remember... it's because everyone else has it... you don't have to believe in God... to pull Love out from the Tragic... I see a girl in the distance... who was healed by your love... I see a daughter in the distance... that thinks you're an angel up above... I see an old man in the distance... who got fulfillment from your life... I see a mother up in heaven... who is greatful to be re-united... I see a son who reaches out to you... breaking through his emotional wall... I see your memory displayed forever to those who don't know who you are... you can't be a Lost Soul forever... because you're at home in their hearts... I can't- I can't- I can't remember how this ends.
Kevin from the Other Dimension: I don't need to remember how this ends... because it's stuck in my mind... I just need to get it out there... so I can unstress and unwind... my ex-wife and daughter try to console me... but they're locked out of my focus... I'm reaching out to them through a cage... and I can't reach them... it's bogus... every time I have a problem... why do I have to say it in here?... everyone has walked out of my life... and it's not even the end of the year... so I'm pulling a Deux Ex Machina... and I'm skipping the story ahead... sorry for the lack of conclusion... but it's time to admit my Father is Dead... Dad... I Love You... and I hope you're all right... but if I don't let this go... I won't have a life... I leave you this rememberance... for the love that we shared... and I want my daughter to know... if she needs me... I will be there... he wouldn't want us to cry... he would want us to laugh... I see his girl in the distance... and I know Love will bring her back.