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Chaun Conscious
Healing The Christian Wound
Moving The Planet Towards Greater Acceptance
- Self-Help
- English
- 4013 Words
- Ages 16 and up
- 86
Who Am I To Speak on Christianity?
About The Author
I came into the world with an enormous amount of pain to. To deal with my pain I turned to religion at a very young age, namely at 10 or 11 years old. After experiencing the religion of Christianity I converted to Islam at the age of 18 and by the age of 21 I left religion entirely.
At the age of 29 I embraced myself as male and I underwent a physical gender transition and at the age of 31 I went through a series of intense supernatural experiences which revealed insights previously unknown to the Planet.
It is important to recognise that when I spent time as a Christian and then as a Muslim, I wholeheartedly believed in both of the faiths at the time of practicing it.
As a Christian I read the Bible cover to cover and regularly attended Church and ‘cell groups’.
As a Muslim I wore a headscarf, prayed 5 times a day and I wrote articles about why Islam is the perfect and true religion.
This Guide is for anyone wanting to explore themselves deeper than they may have allowed themselves to whilst concentrated within the parameters of a religion - namely the monotheistic religions. I hope that it causes movement within you that feels both good to you as well as movement that feels like freeing.
Healing The Christian Wound
The Christian Wound it is a vibration that 89% of us hold which means that learning about it is not only important for Christians, but for us all.
Put simply, the Christian Wound is the vibration which manifests into a belief that “I am wrong and there is something wrong with the world”. People with a lot of money, wealth or fame tend to not hold this vibration very strongly. This vibration is most common amongst the impoverished, the downtrodden and the ill fated.
Whilst this vibration was not caused by Christianity per se, it has it’s origins in Christianity because when the vibration first arrived on planet Earth it manifested as the invention of Christianity – officially around 323 AD – that is, 323 years after the prophet Yeshua died.
Yeshua is the Aramaic name for the person we in English call Jesus. Jesus Christ as a concept represents both a historical myth and a historical falsehood. There is no power in the word Jesus. Words only have power according to the meaning we as God give to them. There is no more power in the word Jesus than there is in the very offensive word 'nigger'.
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Keywords: self-acceptance, self acceptance, self-love, self love, jesus, the story of jesus, was jesus real, jesus myth, jesus real, jesus lie, what is evil, who is jesus, who was jesus, christianity and slavery, the kkk, ku klux klan, religious hatred, the end times, will jesus return, when will jesus return, second coming, anti-christ, anti christ, the dajjal, christianity and islam [more]
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JJ Pengilly
Blinkered
Tale of a Monkey on a Stick
- Fiction
- English
- 78341 Words
- Ages 16 and up
- 296
- 1
Horse racing is the Sport of Kings, but also the historical workplace of the underclass. Jockeys may inhabit both worlds and can rise, if talented and lucky, from pauper to feted royalty. Duncan Pengilly is at the peak of his powers and anointed at the top of his profession - a prince in silks. Following a fall Duncan now finds his murky past inhabiting the safe and confident place of his present. He fears for his safety - his sanity and his future - after he suffers a series of visions or hallucinations that render sitting atop a thoroughbred at full speed even more fraught with danger than it otherwise might be. At the same time his personal relationships also face the same prospects of imminent fracture. Risk and reflex are stock in trade for any successful jockey and Duncan responds to the threat by undertaking a reckless quest to find the source; to find a cure. In doing so he will be forced to confront his past in kaleidoscopic episodes and painful detail. Memories and dreams, imagination and truth. Blinkered offers a journey of discovery through the quagmire of the stable yard and glory of the racetrack, with observations and insight seen through both binoculars and Through the Looking-Glass. "Thomas Mann sat on a sumptuous black leather armchair on the business side of the desk. The only device or aid atop his desk was a cream telephone. Duncan sat uncomfortably on a chair of more humble expectations; a rigid frame perched upon a rigid frame. Duncan’s eyes darted about the room. It was sparsely decorated; a certificate of accreditation framed and set conspicuously on the wall behind the desk; a framed photograph of Mr Mann shaking hands with an unsmiling ex-Prime Minister (most widely remembered not for policy but for the manner in which he was to gain power) hung at an angle on the wall to the right. Duncan had expected a better show, piles of slow burnt ash and ample displays of flash-trash, objet d’tective: a gun, warm, though not still smoking, courtesy of Messers Smith and Wesson; knuckledusters, spotted with blood and tarnished with wear and abuse; handcuffs on the desk to be jingled and jangled at flat spots in the conversation; and there would be mug shots of criminals most vile, poor haircuts, bent and broken noses and distinguishing tattoos; a coffee crusted mug and food scraps, potato chips and various fluorescent colours of pizza toppings would brighten the desktop and floor; and where were the pornographic photographs, open files and fingerprint kits, the magnifying glass, the fucking detective stuff!? Duncan sat disillusioned and disappointed. A waste of time, he thought, preparing some excuse to leave before further embarrassing himself." [more]
Keywords: horseracing, jockeys, literature, horses
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Marie de Sade, Dr. Olaf Hoffmann
Corpus CusyA
Abstract Literature
- Language & Literature
- English
- 4155412 Words
- Ages 10 and up
- 1050
- 1
Voynich manuscript and Codex Rohonczi have been known for decades or even centuries as previously not decrypted books with unknown content.
For the first time, this collection makes further extensive works available with texts in an unknown language including unknown writing and font decryption. This is also done in digital form. In addition to the extensive works, there is also a smaller work about numbers and basic mathematical calculations.
Due to the forms of the glyphs, the writing is called Cusy (cubic-symmetrical), the language CusyA, just in case, in the future further documents with the same characters may appear, using words in a different language.
The content of the texts has not yet been deciphered, only the rough semantic structure of chapters, headings, paragraphs, verses, lines is known and accordingly transcribed in the publication. From the same source as the texts themselves the so far decoded grammar of CusyA is made available, rather a plausible hypothesis to it, whose extent lets assume that there are further works in CusyA, on the basis of which the grammar was decoded, which are not available however at present.
CusyA surrounds many secrets. Origin and history are unknown, the script shows little similarity with writings from human history, the grammar is also special, but reflects typical language structures in a strongly formalised, regular form.
The authors of this book were given the texts because they have already dealt with xenolinguistics, quantitative text analysis and statistical cryptology of texts in other books of the series Abstract Literature.
Accordingly, statistical data of a quantitative text analysis are published together with the texts in order to help with the further decoding of the actual contents.
The texts are supplemented with Abstract Art, whereby these graphics take up again the cubic Bézier curves of the glyphs, but without symmetry in order to loosen up the book graphically a little, also in order to offer a contrast to the text works as commentary. The graphics are thus also conceived in the sense of alienation effects to keep the critical view of the audience awake and to remain sceptical of one's own hypotheses when decoding the texts.
The texts are supplemented with Abstract Art, whereby these graphics take up again the cubic Bézier curves of the glyphs, but without symmetry in order to loosen up the book graphically a little, also in order to offer a contrast to the text works as commentary.The graphics are thus also conceived in the sense of alienation effects to keep the critical view of the audience awake and to remain sceptical of one's own hypotheses when decoding the texts.
Works A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H and Z are included.Works I, J, K, L, M, N and O can be found in the supplementary volume.
Updated: 2023-01-04
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Keywords: CusyA, xenolinguistics, linguistics, philology, quantitative text analysis, unknown language, not decoded, abstract literature, abstract art, statistical cryptology
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Nigel Carrington
Ant Hill
The Anthology
- Comics & Graphic Novels
- English
- 2 Words
- Ages 14 and up
- 2798
- 10
Nigel Carrington is a self-taught Trinidadian writer and artist currently residing in Rochester, NY. Nigel has been spinning tales since he was seven years old, fueled by the work of artists like Jim Lee, Todd McFarlane, Manga artist Katsuhiro Otomo and countless hours of Sci Fi and Japanese Anime movies he created the Starr Skills Studios Universe which comprise of Ant hill, G.U.N and The Ananci.
Nigel came to the United States in the year 2001 with a strong desire to become a Comic Book Artist. Being that this is “the land of opportunity” he decided to make one for himself by presenting his work to the offices of Marvel Comics in Manhattan NY . He met with one of Marvel’s Editors and was given test assignments which included Spider -man, Dare Devil and The Hulk. The Editor was impressed by his work and it gave Nigel an increase in confidence, but nonetheless Nigel had to maintain a more steadier income aside from free lance . In the following years of working a regular job he returned to his true passion, doing so by giving life to the characters he created as a child and the rest is history in the making.
Nigel worked on a back-up story for the Terror of the Midnight Robber #2 when he lived in his home country of Trinidad and has self published other works including Truth Amongst the Bones, Ananci, G.U.N., and the Ant Hill series. You can see Nigel’s work and get more information on his upcoming projects by staying posted on this web site. www.anthillcomic.com
Creating Ant Hill by Nigel Carrington
The year was 1999 when the journey began. I can't remember the exact sequence of events, but it was around that time I just discovered my brand new love for Comic Books and created Ant Hill while living in my home Country of Trinidad. I discovered Comic Books during the Image Comic movement. If you are not familiar with the Image Comic movement of the early nineties, just Google it. My brother Nicholas was the first one to introduce me the medium and he found out about it from his friends Jerome and Joel Griffth. Back then we all had our comic book titles we would collect from Image Comics. Nicholas collected The Maxx, Joel collected Savage Dragon, Jerome bounce in between titles and I collected Spawn.Being aspiring comic book artists, we decided to make our own comic book company called Cape Comics. Much like the bigger companies we looked up to we planned for our debut publication to be a collaboration book called Sign it was a black and white book that would be printed on eigth and a half by eleven size paper folded and staple by the creators, a simple formula for self publication .The plan was stories by Nicholas and Joel would be featured in the first issue then me and Jerome in the following . So I started looking for inspiration for a cool story that would introduce me to the world, which came to me one hungry and exasuting day after working my regular nine to five job. I arrived home with the intention of eatting some left overs but instead I got a plate of rice , ants and chicken. Being upset I stuck the plate in the microwave and took the ants for a ride. It killed the ants, but the ingredients remained the same. Being hungry I still ate the food reguardless.Anyways a couple of days later while remembering my ants episode it came to me : what if I made the best Ant character ever ? Then in the following days leading up to my story for Sign I modifed it into a space saga after talking to my friend Morillo about the idea. He said to me that he was getting a "vision" of the charcter in space with other ants. The pieces of the puzzle started to come together, so I created my first Comic Book. I never got chance to publish it because " Sign" only had one publication so the story was shelved temporary.
Fast forward into the future twelve years later. I was searching for a comic book title that I thought would make a good book. After creating a comic book called Gun that had mixed reviews, I tapped out of ideas. I revisited my old childhood creation, and started penciling the pages for an Anthill reboot. At first I was hesitant to work on the character because of all the other ant characters I learnt about (which I beleave was some how inspired by my submissions to these main stream companies) but they can't beat the original .Now the original book I did was still back home in Trinidad, so I totally forgot what I had planned for the story or main character. All I remembered is that he had cool long attenas something like Spawns Cape. So once again I started thinking of an idea that I thought would make a good story. I started grabbing for situation that affected me most in my life. At the time my cousin Fhoalan had pass away from sickle cell anemia he had fought with all his might. He was such a cheery soul that no one would ever imagine the pain he most had suffered.Then somewhere in my mind it clicked. Fhaolan's life kinda mirrored what I wanted my main charaters life in the story to be. A person that had so much pain every time he charges into the hero that everyone admired they would never know the pain he suffered because he would never let it show.That was one of the first changes I made to the story.My Aunt Jennifer who also died of cancer became his mother and Fhoalan's dad (who is still alive and well) Uncle Robert became his dad Rob etc.. Then some of my other past acquaintances, storylines and charaters I tied it into the Ant Hill books and made a cliff hanger saga and so Ant Hill was born.
Life after creating Ant Hill issue number one has not change that much not like I invisioned it would. Everytime I create a book I see it as if it would make a good Movie script, not just a good comic book. Lately I started writing more than I am drawing when I produce a book. At my very first free comic book day show In Rochester NY I was talking to James Clauney (a local comic book Artist and creator of Amildillo ) and he give me some wise advise. He said "Nigel I started writing more before I even pick up a pencil to draw because sometimes as artists we tend to draw more than we write and that's what seperate a comic artist from a comic "book" artist. A bomic book artist now means a whole lot more to me now than it did in my humble beginings in Trinidad. Even more so being a Independant comic book artist, I take a script and turn it into visual image that you can follow in a series of stories. For Independent Artist like my self that do the majority of the work and don't get the props for the dedication we have to the craft like the "so call celebrity artist" do, it had me thinking.Should I continue this journey I started so long ago, the journey that has my fans cheering me on or should I give up like some others that tried before me .Come what may the journey up lifes ant hill contiues for us none quiters.
When I Rebooted Ant Hill I made a promises to my self that I know my lord and savior Jesus will bring to fruition. Thanks to everyone who had accompanied me on the journey. Don't matter how big or small some your contribution was, I appreicate you. I want to thank all the comic book stores that support my books my family and friends, and thank you esspecially for picking up this book and reading this section. I hope you enjoyed it.I would like from you ,so please feel free to email me at: antfarm@athillcomic.com or via face book and twitter @ nigelcarrington Thanks and untill the next time I hope you will take this journey to the next volume or the next ish with me. [more]
Keywords: Independent Comic Book, Starr Skills Studios, Nigel Carrington, Ant, Ant Hill, Comic Book, Comic Books, New Books, New book
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Pritis C Majumdar
ENEMIES OF GOD
A Scrao-book on Fanaticism by an Unknown Person
- Fiction
- English
- 1 Words
- No Age Recommendation
- 400
- 1
Harinath Paul (Hari) and Sam Krishna Roy (Sam) are two friends who joined Indian Railways at Kharagpur as a 5-years apprentice mechanical in January 1964.They became very closed and best friend each other. During this training period, Hari loved Maria (Anjali) an anglo-Indian girl whose father was Goerge Gomes, General Foreman of boiler shop in Kharagpur railway workshops,an original Britisher and mother(Agatha) an Indian Hindu Bengali woman.Agatha was residing in his outhouse as a full time domestic help before her marriage with George. After a long ups and down Hari and Anjali became a married couple where Sam played a leading role (both negetive and positive).
Sam became alone after demise of her wife at the age of about 40. Within a few years of his loneliness a terrorist couple took shelter in Sam's house as a tenant showing him the fake Government identity proof of Indian citizenship. Later both were arrested by the Kashmiri police with the help of Calcutta police. Actually, the young man, Md. Ibrahim introduced himself as Mohan Kumar (26-27) who was a Pakistani terrorist and married a Hindu Bengali girl introduced as Bina Kumar(23-24). They found no other alternate but to leave their only child of six months old under custody of Sam, the land lord who brought up her as his grand-daughter. Later she became a most efficient police offcer of Indian Police Service who also became terror to the terrorists of Jammu and Kashmir. She was awarded by Prsident of India for her gallantary service. But she was not happy and her eyes were searching her father and mother amongst the terrorist, live or dead in jail or out side the jail. Ultimately she found both her parents, but she accepted only her mother and left Jammu nd Kashmir on transfer with her grandpa and mother to Calcutta.How she got her parents was a story of thrill and wonderful with tears of emotion.
Anjali's history teacher of her school at Kharagpur railway township, Moinuddin proposed to marry her when she was in class twelve(10+2) as his second wife though he was having a wife live with a daughter. This could not materialise through a series of drama and climax. She became fade up with the jobs in various British and Indian private companies where she had to serve as confidential assistant to Managing Director or Director. Everything was good, but that was with sexual abuses in different forms. Otherwise there was no chance to continue the job. Finally she left the job and joined as a lecturer in a reputed college and started to stay at Calcutta 116 km away from her house at Kharagpur. Being a christian girl, she found easily accomodation in Young Women Christian Association(YWCA) in Calcutta where she came in contact with social service, particularly for the destitutes and older women who were left by their British husbands after British rules ended in 15th August 1947 in India.
Hasina, wife of Moinuddin started a school in their quarter at Kharagpur for the poor girls and illiterate women, particularly of Muslim community overcoming a huge obstacles posed by the Maulovis and Immams. Hasina initially, did not get support from her husband Moinuddin due to the life threatening from those Maulovis and Imamas. Fortunately, a Muslim police officer of Kharagpur police station helped Hasina in all respects to open her primary school. She believed that due to illiteracy and poverty, women of Muslim community become the prey of the patriarchal torture and deprivation socially and economically by them if those women do not obey the fatawah of Imam or Maulovi.
During the Indo-Pak war in 1965, a few maulovis were arrested and punished for the anti-Indian activities. These people were also against Hasina and they once kidnapped and assaulted physically her and her daughter when her husband Moinuddin went to his native village for her younger sister's marriage for a few days. There he found another set-back from his elder sister who was forcibly given Talak(divorce) by her husband on flimsy ground and came back with her two kids. Moinuddin then realised the bad result of poligamy which he himself once wanted to marry Anjai as second wife. He condemned this system of poligamy in Muslim community.
Hasina took initiative to make a non-violent movement with the help of Anjali, Hari and Sam and organised in a district, state and countrwide non-violent movement against all fundamentalists and orthodox Muslims who were doing all anti-Islamic activities, particularly torture on women of Muslim community. Later this fundamentalists and orthodox Muslims were known as Taliban, LeT and other terrorists groups indulging in killing innocent people in the name of Islam.
Hsina and her associates established All India Depressed and Deprived Women Organisation(AIDDWO) and Bilkis, an opressed and tortured Muslim woman became President of AIDDWO. Non-violent movement was spreding like fire throughout world, particularly terror-stricken countries like USA, India, UK, Afghanistan, Pakistan and others.
Military offensive started by Pakistan government against terrorists in Pakistan with the cvilian's support like APDDWO(All Pakistan Dipressed and Deprived Women Organisation), a sistern organisation of AIDDWO. This contued upto 2013 when terrorists were defeated and they surrendered under the two tongue operation by military offensive and civil non-violent movement enmass through out the terror stricken countries including USA, India, Pakistan, Afghanistan, UK and others. Huge terrorists were killed with lesser number of army. Terrorists groups had to accept the Treaty of Peace forever. Thus Peace was regained in the world. [more]
Keywords: Terrorist, Fundamentalist, Terrorisim, Talibanism, Non-Islamic Activities
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John Percival
The Way of the Dollar
Trading currencies for profit
- Business & Economics
- English
- 52180 Words
- Ages 12 and up
- 787
THE WAY OF THE DOLLAR
TRADING CURRENCIES FOR PROFIT
As readers know, my approach to analysing the currencies – its method – is essentially anti-crowd. We look where the crowd is not looking for an underlying rationale for the direction of the main trend. And we use a series of contrarian* sentiment indicators designed to orient us in the opposite direction to the crowd. This method has worked well, and it is timeless so it should always work. The method is OK. If we can have confidence in it and can apply it, we shall win.
"My all-time favourite currency guy is John Percival (now retired and living comfortably in the French countryside I understand). My respect for his insights over the years is immense."
"I have been a reader of John’s newsletter for over 20-years. I have learned a great deal from him, through his writings. There is a wealth of insights which I took from a very beaten up copy of his book, The Way of the Dollar, published back in 1991."
"Mr. Percival doesn’t know this, but he was the only mentor I had in this market. I read his book from cover to cover to cover … pages are falling out … highlighted and notes everywhere. His book provides more insight every time you go back to it. And I go back to it often."
"John Percival made a key point in the book that struck me – my belief in what matters when it comes to markets has little to do with trading success. I believed I was well armed given my freshly-minted MBA in finance and economics. I had already worked as a financial analyst and even did a stint in the never-never land of corporate strategic planning (talk about being paid to do absolutely nothing of value). Anyway, Mr. Percival’s book opened my eyes, but at the time I still didn’t understand just how valuable his advice was."
"After years of trading and barking up all kinds of analytical trees, with major failure and moderate success in currencies, I went back to Mr. Percival’s book. This time I appreciated what was right there in the introduction:"
Finally one had to see if there were other relationships which had any predictive value for currencies like inflation, trade, money supply, oil prices, economic growth, et al. So far, the conclusion is that few such relationships and none of the relationships that most observers seem to rely on are useful for predicting the dollar.
"Say what? I thought to myself. Heck, I have all these so-called analytical skills and education and now I’m effectively being told by John Percival if you want to trade currencies and make money, you better pack up that degree and see the market for what it is, not what you think it is with your left brain dominance. John Percival argues in his introduction to The Way of the Dollar:"
Because the systems constituent parts are mostly based on human behaviour which doesn’t change, not on fashion, we can be confident it will continue to work.
The financial markets, as anyone familiar with them knows, are deeply paradoxical. They have a logic of their own which is why in a way the opposite of normal logic. Hence the market adage “sell on the news” applies to good news not bad news. Hence other bits of market lore like “a bull market climbs a wall of worry: a bear market flows down a river of hope.” Markets do whatever they need to do to confound the greatest number of people.
This happens because prices reflect expectations. If everyone expects unemployment to rise, or a trade balance to fall, or inflation to remain steady, there is no intrinsic reason why they should be wrong: the expectation doesn’t affect the outcome. But if everyone expects shares to fall, or the dollar to rise, there is every reason why they should be wrong: because current share price levels already reflect the expectations of lower prices, and the current level of the dollar already discounts a rise. In other words, the expectation vitiates the outcome.
"You can see why John Percival is an excellent mentor."
"When I first got started focusing on currencies, I did my best to think only about what John Percival talked about in his book and push out all the smart rational analytical skills I was confident I had already learned. I didn’t realize the quality of this little book I stumbled upon; it was a true gem in the world of investment book wasteland where most reside, or should. I went on to do extremely well with my first real trading account."
Jack Crooks, Black Swan Capital
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THE WAY OF THE DOLLAR
Copyright © John W H Percival 1991 [more]
Keywords: currency, trading, profit, contrarian, sentiment, dollar, success, crowd, conversion process
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joann harris
FEAR OF THE BEAST
A DAY OF RECKONING
- Horror
- English
- 291 Words
- Ages 18 and up
- 66
- 3
The town of Wheatfield no longer exists. Very little of the northeastern part of Fork County exists, except in the memories of those who may have once lived there and were fortunate enough to be gone when the great fireball struck, searing the land for miles. Scientists were stunned by the suddeness of the huge fireball, fir it seemed to materalized out of the heavens, traveling at such a tremendous speed, it was almost beyond calculation. "Where had it come from?" the scientists were asked by a stunned population. "From straight out of the sun," was the reply. "You could not have predicted it?"No.' Why?" The scientists hedged that question, for many of them were sworn avowed atheists. Finally, one man from an observatory in Washington who was not an unbeliever did reply, although not to the satisfaction of all of his colleagues. His reply brought laughter from more than a few of his fellow scientists.
How does one predict when the hand of God will fall, and how hard the blow will be? If indeed it had been as the scientists said, the hand of God, it had been a mighty slap from him. By the time various spies in the skies satellites, picked up on the cannoading mass of fiery destruction, it was already on top of the satellites, going through them, and burning them before they could be photographed, more than a one second shot at best, and transmit that to earth. Those pictures that did make it back to earth were immediately ordered to be seized by a presidential order.
Some said it was shaped like a Star of David. Others said it looked like an artist's conception of God's face; striking resemblance. The president told the scientists to shut their damn mouths, too, or faced the prospects of never receiving another dime of government money for anything. But many people witnessed the strange blue lights that preceded the crash of the whatever the hell it was, and they asked about those lights. But suddenly all were quiet about the mighty ball of fire, except for speculation. That soon began to fade as the news pushed the holocaust out of the headlines.
Only the insurance companies were left to ponder over the crash and dole out large sums of money to the relatives of those who had been killed. An astronomer in California thought he knew what had happened but he kept his mouth shut not out of any fear of the government, but because he felt it was the right thing to do. One investigative fellow did put some rather interesting and curious events together after a bit of prowling. But since he was a career army reservist and did not wish to spend his summer obligations to Uncle Sam cleaning up gooney bird shit on Guam , he kept his mouth shut.
"Someday, maybe he will write a book about it, and maybe by them he would believe it himself and be assured of the protection of the Dali Lama in some cave in Tibet.
What he had pieced together was that almost at the precise moment of fiery impact with earth, a series of fires leveled a huge man that was seen leaving earth, moving toward the heavens traveling at tremendous speed. No one knew what that thing was or if they did, they weren't saying, and there were some people who still remained unaccounted for after the fire at the mansion.
One of them was a young man by the name of Alex Balloon who was a minister in Wheatfield who had died under very mysterious circumstances back in "52" when another disaster had befallen the tragedy-ridden community, butt the investigative reporter wisely closed his journal on both disasters for a time.
It had been adnormally hot for this late in the season. By this time in the eastern part of Nebraska there was usually a lash of winter's approach in the air, a bit that brought color to the cheeks of pedestrains urgently but softly speaking of the harsh winter just ahead.
But the winds that blew across the plains and rolling sands hills had a torrid touch and brought a sudden surliness to the people of this sparsely populated county, turning most tempers raw and confusing a few as to why. The man knew why.
The few would learn too late. And out in the badlands some miles from Wheatfield , inside a fenced-in area where horror sprang to life back in the late 50's something stirred. A creature cautiously stuck its head out of the hidden cave and looked around, viewing its surrounding through evil, red eyes. The beast had felt the hot fingers of the wind pushing through the cave entrance as a probing hand might do, signaling those which serve another master that it was time.
The Dark One was near. The wind grew in strength and heat the beast snarling in reply. The manlike creature rose from its sentry position to crawl out of the filthy hole, rising to stand like human bits of dust and twigs and blowing sand striking its hairy body.
But to the beast it was a signal of love, a gesture of welcome. The beast roared its breath foul. It held its contempt for that God who occupies a more lofty position than the master of the beast.
For the creature knew but one god: the Prince of Darkness, the Lord of the Flies, Ruler of all that is Evil.
From behind the sentry came a guttural sound as other beasts rose from their long sleep, surly and hungry . They craved meat and the sweet taste of blood, but the sentry again tested the wind as the wind spoke its reply.
The sentry held up one warning paw to those below, holding them at bay. He growled and the others drew back into the darkness of the evil smelling hole in the earth. They knew they must obey the master. Thee growling sentry told them to wait the master will tell us when we may move. Be patient for you have waited more than twenty years. Wait." [more]
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