WEST OF THE MOON AND EAST OF THE SUN ... 8/20/14

It was all so easy. Great seething tides of manic, screaming flesh swept through the streets breaking windows, smashing cars and killing people. After a while even the cops joined in. Psychologists might call it 'mass hysteria.' But it was more visceral than that.... Planet of the Apes, but without all the chimps.

They say it started in France. Somebody firebombed a synagogue in Marsailles right at the start of The Biblical New Year. Burnt, cut survivors struggled through shattered windows, falling down to the grass below, only to be bludgeoned by crazed assassins yelling shrill, scriptural mantras.

The next day they did it in Paris, but the sanctuary was empty. And in the dry countryside of the south a bomb went off... a 'small' more or less tactical device, atomic in nature and approximately sixty percent the strength of Hiroshima.

No one died (they think) but the flash and the mushroom cloud were carefully recorded. You Tube never had so many hits. Some group in West Jerusalem claimed credit. The Sword of Gideon, they were called.

Soon after The Missouri Compromise failed. Four guys shot up a 'Peace and Reconciliation' panel in Ferguson. Within hours St. Louis exploded.... an instant Beirut.  And little by little, older, traditional hate groups crept out of their basement warrens scattered throughout the Pacific Northwest and various parishes out by New Orleans. Look, other cities had them too. We're just telling you where it started.

They called up the National Guard. For a while they were effective. Manhattan was quiet... sort of. But then a plane flew over. No bombs.... just a hundred and twelve, late stage Ebola victims, thrown from the hold like candy from a pinata. Each had a parachute. Guess somebody else pulled the chords. They floated down to the city and few knew what it all meant til they saw the t-shirts... plain, white, Hanes t-shirts, each bearing five scrawled letters... E-B-O-L-A. ... When they ordered the guardsmen to round them up (most survived the fall) half deserted. That went viral too (in more ways than one). Rich New Yorkers fled to the rooftops, where helicopters scooped them up, yappy dogs and all and carried them off to God knows where.

Three kids interrupted Governor Christie's news conference in Trenton with about thirty five seconds of cell phone video. Said it was 'werewolves' running through the woods by some shopping mall in Ocean County. Governor tried to browbeat them, but folks like werewolves and they wanted to see.

'Least it took everybody's mind off what Putin did in The Baltics.

That's how it was when Tomas, also known as Jonathon, came back. Franklin tried to stop him. Tried to keep him up there in The Moon. Baby Philadelphia is a sweet little town. And the various alien specimens scattered about the inner surface of Earth's little sister get along much better than the (mostly) human population we got down here.

Gave him a little version of The Poor Richard, piloted by an android. Brought him in right over Philadelphia. Not Baby Philadelphia. This was the real one. Came in low, just above the river. He 'sublimated' into the city from there. One of the elferinas met him. They say it was Marianne. Where they went, who knows.... Gunned-up vigilantes patrolled the streets. Some have armored vehicles 'liberated' from a military depot up toward The Poconos, others make do with Suburu Foresters.

In all honesty the Foresters are much more comfortable... til they get shot up that is.

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LOST IN A PC-LESS UNIVERSE... 8/16/14

I feel like I'm bleeding. PC was either compromised by virus or screwed up by my deficient digital science. It's in PC -sick bay now. Should have it back by Mon or Tues...(I hope) ..On a desk top thing at public library now. Very confusing. Kids running 'round. People getting paper cuts and screaming...Bedlam. Noboby tempers their voice (including the staff).. It's surreal. My head feels like it wants to buss' open. That probably happens a lot 'round here, cause I see old dried up brain stains on the ceiling. Ewww, the stain two seats over is still dripping.


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WHAT OUR PARANORMAL FRIENDS LEARN FROM THE 4D BEING... 8/12/14

It's hard to 'channel' this. The truth comes from the 'characters' in the story. It comes to me and I transcribe it on this laptop. But certain parties do their best to stop it. I don't know who they are, though I have my suspicions. They create malware and virus-like prions. The kids at various 'support' sites do their best. They try to help. But the poisons still drip back. We do not know if these noxious brews come from the world we are all in (you and me) now, or the place where the story comes from. They don't say. 

So I'll get on with it.

The radiance in the cave, the four dimensional being, sees many things. Our 3D lives appear as picture books to them. consider this example. Think of a 'dot' personage in a 2D realm. Pretend he's in a circle. He cannot see anything beyond it. The circle is an impenetrable wall.

Then a 3D being comes along, reaches into the 2D circle with special tweezers and plucks the 'dot' man out. As he rises above the plain of his flat world, he sees it all and realizes its limitations. Going 'up' exists. Going 'down' exists.  Possibilities abound. They are difficult to comprehend, but 'dot' man is now, at least aware of them.

Four Dimensional man is like that. He sees more possibilities. He sees ahead in time and back into time. And he sees movement in every possible direction. Barriers mean little to him. His world is a place of coming together and blending. Distinct personalities swirl and dance into and out of each other. They see. They feel. They know.  Even the sub-atomic particles in such a place exist in a multitude of points at any one instant. Truly 'empty' space is hard to find.

So Doctor Franklin and his companions stand there and listen, or rather absorb, what the being has to share. Some of the information is surprising and new. Most of it is not. 

He tells Tomas to resume his original path. Worry not about the world, but rather separate individuals encountered along the way. 

Sarah is a healer, meant to cleanse the sick with drops of her vampiric blood.

Luna is a scientist, cold and dispassionate.

Billy is an 'illustrator.' His stories (if he tells the right stories) will inform and inspire.

Doctor Franklin chuckles. He doesn't share what he heard. And nobody questions him. But Tomas asks about something else. He says - How does that 'thing' that light in the cave get here?..... Doctor Franklin shrugs. He says - I don't know, not really. But I think he may have started the whole thing.... What 'whole thing?' - asked Tomas. ..... This. The moon. The hollowed out interior of it, I mean. It must be artificial. Physical matter doesn't arrange itself this way. At least not solids. - says the three hundred and eight year old explorer.

Then they exit the cave, really more of a grotto, and walk back toward Baby Philadelphia. I don't know if they eventually got into some conveyance, or walked the whole way. 

It was dark when they left and the handful of ethereal twinkling illuminations, meant to represent stars, sprinkled the void within the bubble-like habitat with a cool and silvery light. 

Jonathon, also known as Tomas, wondered - What was his original path?.... He's had so many.

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A FOURTH DIMENSIONAL BEING SEES ALL (many theorists feel they would) ... 8/11/14

The light WAS the being. It touched Doctor Franklin and Jonathon and Sarah and Billy and Luna too. Maybe 'touch' is the wrong word. Encountered would be more accurate. For it washed through their skin, penetrating every part of their bodies. And it examined them with senses far in advance of our own.

The creature knows their thoughts...all their thoughts... a totality of every fleeting image or perception. It experiences the fitness or foulness of their bodies. And because it is a benevolent creature, corrected certain things. Minute clusters of 'questionable' cells became healthy again. Hearts beat strong. Organic secretions ran pure. Vampires were vampires no more, or at least until they left that place....

Look... I wrote a full length post. But my CLEAR 'hot spot' internet access thing is horrible. It dropped connectivity after only two paragraphs, so the rest of this episode was lost. I call them and complain, yet the kids in far off cities cannot do anything but repeat - We are so sorry you feel that way... I tell them this is not something I 'feel.' This is something I know... So they say - We are so sorry for your inconvenience... How well rehearsed they are. How afraid of their corporate superiors. Is this the way the internet was supposed to be?

Though tonight's moon was a super moon... and what goes on inside it can be rather special too. 

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A BEING NOT LIKE ANY OTHER... they engage the 4th dimensional being... 8/9/14

I must type fast. Actually,I type not, but think of what it is I want to remember and pass on. Yet the experience is very much like tapping keys. If I stop. If I think. The essence of what it is I want to record is lost. So please excuse any mistakes. I am not scribe, but witness. 

Why do I channel this? Why has it fallen to me? I don't know. I hear I (or a manifestation of me) exists in two worlds. I am here, in the story, with doctor Franklin and Sarah and Luna and Edith and Baylah and horsey Skeezix and the new non-decomposing zombies and the Red Paint People... all of them, even the three castes ( or flavors ) of wolf-folk. Ours is a varied and complex 'plain.'

And I also exist as the 'real' Billy who tweets on Twitter and eats Chinese buffets and loves new sneakers. Like a fun-house image I am, lost in a hall of mirrors. 

Doctor Franklin goes first. He walks into the cave, a rather ordinary opening, shrouded by vines, bushes and tree limbs, his face bathed in soft, dancing light. Tomas goes next. The Doctor whispers and he follows. But Franklin, in this instance, addresses him by his earlier, Hebrew name. He says 'Jonathon'... and the old being in the young body steps inside. Sarah takes his hand and goes with him. I go next. Then comes Luna. 

A cool, light dances over the rough, silvery walls. Moon 'rocks' look that way. Google them. You'll see.

Doctor Franklin nods toward the radiance, which resembles nothing so much as a fine, constantly changing, filigree of thin, coral-like spicuals... a delicate, moving tree emanating soft, undulating light. 

This is 'the beautiful emissary' - says Franklin. My friend from another place. I stumbled upon him one night during The Revolution, alone in my cellar with a primitive 'armonica'... not yet 'grand,' like the one we had at The Anti-Enchantment Bureau. He hears, or rather felt my song. his world knows harmonic science too... And we talked. Thus did I learn secrets... things about the British and the French and the Algonquin and the Iroquois ... Not with words. We spoke in different terms and his voice resonated in my bones. 

They the old reprobate refrained from addressing us and focused on the presence before us. 

Earth is in chaos - he said...( and I refer to the Doctor.) Religion means everything and faith means nothing. This exotic being sees that. He is there and he is here and countless other places too. I brought you here to escape that chaos. Indeed, I brought you here to save your lives. .... Jonathon, step into this tree of light... step into all that is before you. Go on. Don't be afraid. Do it.

And the thousand year old son of old Al Andalus did as he was told. His form grew indistinct and soft about the edges. And we all just watched.... The Doctor said - What do you see?..... I see everything - said the former vampire. I see creatures... human... not human... though none appear like him (referring to the 4th dimensional visitor)... and I hear voices, or rather I comprehend words... at least I hear them as words.

What do they say? - asked The Doctor...... But Jonathon just laughed... an innocent, soft laugh.

And then the light touched us all...

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A delightful early episode. Good place to jump in and bathe in the perfumed waters of Old Persia. Our (basically) courtly vampirino, Jonathon, also known as Tomas recollects some early days, spent east of the Levant and south of Muscovy.


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Okay, NOW We Meet the Fourth Dimensional Man... 8/6/14

They dressed for the occasion, quite aware of the fact that they'd seem little more than two dimensional photographs to this erudite, far traveled being. 

Sarah, slightly intimidated by the whole thing, saved her new eighteenth century garments for later, preferring her natural attire... Tomas too... So they both made do with tailored jeans and white, cotton shirts. That which is familiar provides security. Billy wanted to wear his new suede, knee britches. You know the type. Wears his new sneakers home from the store and all. Luna didn't care one way or the other. Not like she's ever gonna 'get' with him. Put on a good bra though, 
'cause she IS still vain. Doctor Franklin did a mix and match...  black wool knee britches, a deep green Philadelphia Eagles sweatshirt and a good pair of Rock Port walking shoes. One sees things like that on the streets of Baby Philadelphia.... street entertainers, fire breathers, in cargo shorts and poofy shirts.... tavern wenches resembling nothing so much as  mid-eighties Madonnas.... small children sporting a Little Rascals meets the Seven Dials ensemble. I guess it reflects creativity and diversity... But as the lunar generations unfold, that won't necessarily be so. If people become used to seeing things that way, it's no longer new. It's just what is.

Well, let me tell you about that fourth dimensional guy. Think they call him Biff. And here's how 4D people diverge from you 3D bastids. Think of it this way. Imagine if at every instant of your life, you occupied every place you'd ever be in your life... a nebulous, misty, web weaving together your spot on the rug in kindergarten... the path you take when you walk the dog... all the toilets you ever sat on... If your body EVER passed through it, you (at all times) occupy it.... even if somebody else has occupied it too.

The entire population of 4D world forms a nuanced melange... a gumbo of unique personalities able to see into and all over everyone else. Though their focus of orientation can zoom in on particular areas at any time. 

3D people, on the other hand, only interact with the point in the universe they happen to be in at any one time. 4D people can talk to us, but move items far, far away. They can drink coffee in your kitchen, operate a bus and deliver baby tigers in India... Or just drift and observe... Que sera, sera.

In some ways, a bit like Olympian Deities. 

And all inanimate matter in 4D world operates the same way. Each planet forms a torus around its star. Each star forms a torus around the center of its galaxy. Errant comets and asteroids only add to the confusion in a burning bush of creation spanning eternity. 

Gee, what do you serve a bastid from some place like that?

Hope (when they focus) they don't look like bugs.

Doctor Franklin leads his group down the street. He hails a cab... a rather Dr. Seuss looking affair that takes them to a little place out in the country. 

They exit and snake down a leafy glade  toward a hidden cave. A soft, misty brightness rolls out to meet them. Billy's sorry he wore those suede britches, 'cause now he's starting to sweat.

Sarah says she hears some kind a show tunes playing inside. Luna says she smells farts. Tomas whispers an old Hebrew prayer. Franklin chuckles.

They step inside.

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