The Frantic Courier

In the opening statement of yet another word of unencouragement, may I address you in the form of a disclaimer:

Ahem… The Provider of Relevant and Irrelevant Information for any constructivist or primordial ethic group, or any subsequent application thereof, may not be held liable for any damages resulting from the following activities, which may or may not be the cause of the Provider: outbreaks of hysteria, vehement coughing, the gouging out of your best friends’ eyes, any form of defamation or apparent derogatory comments, emotional insecurities, nervousness (up to and including the point of convulsions), belittled mental capacities, nukular proportioned headaches, excessive vomiting of any kind, mass civil disobedience, and/or the conspired death of Dendall, etc. etc. etc..

Well, that having been said, I believe I can now write without fear of any further legal claims against me. For I understand that providing relevant and irrelevant information can be a dangerous business, partly for the reason that people expect either relevancy or irrelevancy, never both. This is the reason great care is taken. Because if you try and please everybody, you might as well be dropped via parachute into the middle of Dendall’s room (which is very much more dangerous than political unrest).

Spanking about rooms, mine has remained staggering on the border between immaculateness (unlike our fellow alleged holy virgin) and desoluteness. I’ll just leave it there, and your impeccable mental calculations can compute the rest. But rest! It eludes me! By my own stupidity, I so many times neglect the prized possession of sleep. And everyone who has ever had the patience to endure my company for more than 10 seconds knows how madly I preach the importance of sleep. But who would have thought the person who understands these monstrous detriments of sleep deprivation would become his own test subject, analyzing the body’s reactions to it. This feat I am doomed to undertake when the above occurs, simply because I of all llamas understand precisely what is going on. What… is the effect of sleep deprivation on an unladen swallow?…

“Well, good sir (by the way, you must bathe and shave), first its heart rate will rise, for its physical capacities are greatly lowered and it must work harder to accomplish ordinary feats; even more so during feats of rigorous activity, such as hauling a coconut, but that is not the issue. Secondly, it will have lowered reaction time, and might crash into a tree if flying through a forest. Thirdly, its overall mental and social health will be affected, and it might spiral down an unfortunate series of events to ultimate separation from society and quite possibly, suicide. But even if this extreme is not accomplished, it will experience a diminished quality of life, simply because of depression. This, good sir, is the effect of sleep deprivation on an unladen swallow.”

And that, my friend, is a perfect example at the reason for the disclaimer. Notwithstanding any intense negative feelings you may be experiencing at this moment, you have already implicitly consented to risk such a negative feeling by reading this whatever-it-is-called in the first place.

Ahh, the beauty of freedom from frolicking tree fellers feeling their ax towards my phalanges. Oh, I fear I didn’t cover this reaction under the disclaimer. In which case, an ADDENDUM is required.

Section 2, Article I of Liscensing Agreement as follows: Tenants shall not under any circumstance resulting from the use of the license hold the Provider liable for any damages resulting from the above unfortunate circumstance, however unfortunate you may deem it to be. Therefore, ha ha.

But life is going pretty good up here in ole’ stinky town ‘Burg. Crap. Seriously. In the air. You would have thought Dendall lived up here, seeing from the bad state of wind. One could design a potato canon from his backside for crying out privately. Can you follow this succession of logic? Yes! So be it! You fool. No, if one followed the logic he/she/it/Owen would see that Dendall stinks. Come on! Stay with me.

But yeah. It’s pretty foul up here sometimes in the night. First it starts seeping in through the window unsuspectedly. Inconspicuously. Unexpectedly, in the most bizarre unexpected redundant way.

But I’ll live. And so will Dendall. Unfortunately.

As for Paul, I have no derogatory comments for you today, because you… are cool. I don’t know. It was my best effort. Now, as to which Paul I refer to, that is for me to know and for Dendall to die in the line of espionage trying to get. Bleh, what is that smell?

A boulder rolling down the hill may free me from my worries. Studies, friends (alleged), ghosts echoing in all directions, I feel sometimes swamped here. Funds are sinking low. I’ll scrape by paying the rent this month. Yeah, it’s tough living out on my own. But it’s something I’ll have to suck up and endure, because I’m here and nothing is going to change. Apart from the negative, there are many good things going on as well.

Music is coming together. I’m writing too. And Mike, my housemate, might just be in a position to jam with me, if he can get his act together and get his guitar from PA. But he seems like a genuine Awesome dude. Awesome with a circle c, he’s so cool. He’s one of the most laid back individuals I know. Any favor you ask and it’s done. But he’s not the exception. Everyone at my house rocks.

Nightlife in the ‘Burg is also fascinating. People, everywhere. I must take care, though, that I do not fall down the road more traveled. As appetizing that life may seem, deep down I know that it will not bring happiness, in any sense of the word. Maybe, just maybe temporary happiness, but that at the most. Frankness, it will get me through the years. Mainly my attraction to the party life is a resultant longing for friends, for acceptance. But this conflict of interests has seized me. On one hand, Christian friends and fellowship. On the other, good times, let the party roll. In this case, I don’t believe a middle ground exists or is beneficial.

But as fate would have it, I am a man of weak words. My best defense lies not in my words, but in those I have found in God. Isn’t it amazing how it seems ninety percent of the Christian Life is rediscovery? Rediscovering those truths long-forgotten, laying dormant in the back of the mind. Truths that come out of the pages like scenes from a pop-up book. Truly amazing.

As you can see, I have many thinks lingering on my subconsciousness. As a result, I must go. And drink the cup of hot-cocoa I left on my desk in my room. Farewell, friends.

School. Life. The love of things.

This post begins a new era of my developmental stages in life. I have landed (from a parachute seemingly) in the small and subtle town of Harrisonburg, drinking grounds for James Madison University (and it’s true). But the ivories will be experiencing a totally refurbished sound, from the respective fingers of Maestro Don. Well, more appropriately surnamed, Sire Veto (for this is my accomplished name, delivered from the mouths of my roommates).

However, “Veto” is not official. In the words of (almighty gold-belt) Jordan, my nickname won’t come until I do something stupid. Which, most assuredly will be crashing down the commons on my bike, or something tragic, simply tragic! But alas! That time has not yet come. The flame flickers strong, and Veto will rise from the ashes of slothfulness!

So far, classes have gone exceedingly well. The one class I’m concerning about is Music History (Mus 373 in case you want to sign up). It’s not that I haven’t studied. It’s simply the format. So much information. Terms, terms, terms. Not that it’s unimportant. It is! Music through the centuries.

Brief lesson of what I’ve learned: the first notated music we have comes from the medieval church, in which the main style of music was Chant. Chant was used to assist in learning and memorization of liturgical texts originally, but slowly this music started to become secularized. And then the world blew up and sprang little devils of music into itself.

Lo! The tidings of joy music can spring into the soul. Already I’ve noticed a slight increase in my self-musical-awareness (Paul, better look out! Those modes sure deliver a knockout!). But onto lighter subject matter (ahem, featherweight), I have an announcement to make: I’m happy. I’m living in a great big house with lots and lots of room and board, which of course I pay out of my own pocketses. What’s it gots in its pocketses? NOTHING, because my landlord took it all. But no worry, the longtime (3 yr) tradition of MTO Total Customer Focus continues in a marginal victory over certain bankruptcy. And as a student, that’s no joke. Credit companies haven’t smiled upon me yet, for their minimal Annual Gross Income remains unattainable for me. No worries, though. We’ll see what happens.

So now I’m stranded in a house with seven other guys, enduring hours of lecture from two bald professors, waving away at the silhouettes of slender ladies as the ratio increases to 70 %! O that it would end!

Or begin, but that has already occurred. We all need a second chance however, and you now have yours.

Downfall and Splendour

Thus follows the account of the downfall of the Crop Circle Creator Corporation:

In the year 6173 by Keeper reckoning, the great Elders inquired how to preserve the freedom of Man from tyranny. For many years we observed the Corporation, but of late, after the departure of the fallen keeper Gristhkep, this Corporation’s actions have indeed darkened. We observed that Newogoth, the new leader of the corporation, had enacted an ambitious campaign for world domination through numerous fronts and many contacts. This is what the Elders brought into light. Therefore, they decided to resort to drastic measures in order to quell this threat.

Gristhkep, after his resignation from the Corporation, had become admirably hospitable towards the Keepers. A few short months after going into hiding, he resumed contact with individuals who had left the corporation following his departure. Newogoth, meanwhile, had enacted a bitter campaign towards all “hypocrites” who left the organization, a notably harsh step up from Gristhkep’s actions while in office. Indeed, this is the reason we considered the drastic measure to end the Corporation’s rule. Originally our plans included Gristhkep in a covert operation, but apparently Newogoth intercepted a number of messages given to “hypocrites” from Gristhkep, for Gristhkep was abducted and we believe he is now being held captive in the Corporation Headquarters. This occurrence has also contributed to the drastic measures offered by the Elders.

On the sixth day of May 6173, year 2005 by the Julian, we selected a number of Keepers to overthrow the Corporation headquarters, mainly by assassination of Newogoth himself. It should be noted that Keepers have rarely ever interfered in human affairs over the course of history, however, we felt a direct calling from The Almighty to end this threat to Mankind. This has been our calling over the centuries: protect Man from tyranny. Mainly, we focus on the tyranny of sin, not tyranny imposed by men. However, this date is the exception, as our operation commenced that very night.

Surrounding the Corporation Headquarters premises, a number of keepers armed only with the Word of God converged and overwhelmed armed guards around the premises. It should be noted that Keepers are under the protective power of God, and are not susceptible to any harm by human hand. However, it should also be noted that the Keepers do not operate under any power of their own; they are only stewards of God’s Will. Thus, the Keepers overwhelmed the Headquarters, and broke therein, and subsequently ended the threat of the Crop Circle Creator Corporation with the death of Newogoth. The foolish one may ask how Newogoth died, but in the end it does not matter. The only thing we will tell is that God dealt with Newogoth Himself.

Now that the threat has ended, we have rewarded Gristhkep a renewed corporation in which he will work to undo the evils he has caused. He is now a strong proponent of Keeperdom and Christianity, and his change has been remarkable. However, we still watch the fallen Keeper closely, to be sure his faith is indeed verified. In the end, however, it pleases us to have our long-forgotten friend back in our care. Though he has lost his rank of Keeperdom, he still has our friendship, and the Grace of God. May God enrich the success of his corporation and lavish His blessings to Man!

Thus ends the account of the Keepers.

Now for something completely... determined

Today I had a thought. And you are bedazzled and bedridden and exclaim “worldy riches and glorious wonder! Let the Exclamation begin!” But no, that is not the accomplishment. The fact I had a thought is not the accomplishment. But concerning Absolute Power and minute details, I did have a thought.

Let me use an analogy: perhaps a CEO-DOG** of some prestigious, ahem, voluptuous organization has a lot of power. What does this imply? …I’m waiting… that’s right, the CEO-DOG has a certain level of control over the organization. And what if he was given more power? Would his control of the organization increase or decrease? …Comon!... yes, of course, increase! To what level of control? Does he control individual action of his subordinates? Not yet. But naturally when you say someone has power, you also imply they have authority, and with authority control (to a certain degree), and with control, the ability to attain their goal.

Now let’s say (as opposed to keeping our thoughts to ourselves, in which case this world would be very boring) that the CEO-DOG is given absolute power. That is, infinite powder. No, not gun powder, you imbecile***. I mean, fairy dust, the substance of infinite ability. So, this dude has infinite power.

What does that mean? What does this imply?

If he has absolute power, his will will affect everybody and everything (no, I didn’t not not repeat a word wrongly). Every minute detail of work becomes a matter of greatest importance to him, since every lost second takes him farther from his goals. So, he is given absolute control. (Now the only problem is to accomplish this without stripping workers of their free will, and/or clothes).

Absolute power = absolute control in my opinion. To say that God is Sovereign and yet subject to the wills of humans is to limit God’s power! To say that in any respect an action is outside God’s Sovereign Will implies that this certain action could interrupt a portion of God’s will, and that, my dog***, is a bad thing.

I am sounding like a hard determinist here, so for the sake of our friends with the surname “Allen”***, I’ll tone it down a bit.

If a scientist has absolute power, everything in his sphere of study is controlled by him.

If Dendall had absolute power, the universe would be Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy personified, along with random clouds of TUDE* space dust.

Does God cause people to sin? I shall respond to this question by asking, “does God make people saved?”. Whoever rejects God’s calling of Salvation in my case is not a Christian. This is the person who stands on his own ability to save himself, which is not what true salvation is based upon. So there. God makes people saved. True. But how? By drawing them to himself. Huh? What is this? God giving someone the desire to come to Him. So, has not God cursed Man with a sin nature? Indeed he has.

Now, let’s come face to face with terms here. What if someone says, “but since people are naturally sinful, God doesn’t have to make them sin!” Bravo, fellow pseudo Calvinist! Now, watch carefully. If sin is outside of God’s will, then the entire Human Race might as well be outside of God’s Will, which undermines Providence. And when you undermine Providence, you undermine hope for a secure future, for if the human race is outside of God’s will, how will we ever reach the fulfilling of Prophecy as told in Revelation?

Here an example is: if God is constantly foreknowing our actions and making provision for actions gone astray, I argue time would be thrown in a constant loop. Think about it, what if God said, “Oh no, there goes Don again. I had better put someone in his life to help him back on his feet.” And who helps the person (who helps Don on his feet) to his feet? You see? If anything is outside of God’s Will, everything is.

Now, as earlier, how does God save people? In my opinion, by shaping their hearts, by giving them desires which they naturally act upon. I have the desire to express myself right now, therefore I’m doing exactly what I want to do. On the contrary, how does sin fit into God’s Will? I assure you it must. Sin must be contained in God’s Sovereignty. Otherwise, nothing is contained therein. Here, when it comes down to details, I will assert one thing: sin happens. As part of God’s overall plan. In the overall plan God laid out for redemption, yes, I sin. Why? God only knows, and I know a little. Because at the depth of sin and utter depravity, my heart goes “bleh”, and I call out for God like never before. In sin my pride is illuminated, revealing my sinful motives. In sin I see just how sinful I am before a holy God and am called to repentance. These are but a few.

So sin has some purpose, a purpose which God can use for good. Sin is essentially bad, but used for good. Just like the Law is essentially good, but we stumble over it and use it for bad. See! See! We led you out! Good Sméagol always helps.

I haven’t told you how my sin is encompassed by the Will of God. And neither will I because God only knows, and I know a little. God can harden the heart for His glory, as he did Pharoah, so through the sinfulness of many men God receives glory. As for Christians, sin is essential in the process of sanctification of Dendall****, as we all have very well seen. Now my fingers can lay in rest… upon my ears***.

So, let’s hope that a logical inconsistency has not occurred in this case. And let Dendall hope that cotton fabrics don’t soak up chicken grease. But why did Dendall’s accident with the intestines happen last week? Certainly that could not be a part of God’s Will? But yes, my chicken, because God has a TUDE* sense of humor.

*TUDE – Toxic Unstable Dendall Emission
**CEO-DOG – Not to be confused with Newogoth
***Not intended for derogatory purposes
****Intended for derogatory purposes

***Encrypted message: begin decrypted text***
Sender: user0157
Timeindex: 5/05/05 0512
Subject: Dr. Townsmite emerges from banishment
Recipients: [llamalist01]: (recipients hidden); [message heaped]

[begin text]

Gretignas, substituents! How it pleases me to converse with my lost fold, the ones of my own upbringing. You have grown, and stood firm through fire. The CCCC is not what it once was. It has crumbled… the very organization I saw in a vision reaching the heavens has been smashed back to the earth, and in all evidences it would seem my fault. Well, my substituents, the ones who rightly abandoned post after the fall, You know, as well as I, that it was an act of God. The One who has the power to change a dead man’s heart surely controls the affairs of powerful organizations. Even the CCCC is not invulnerable.

But this I have noted: the acts of evil under the new presiding officer, Newogoth, have multiplied innumerably. There have been assassinations on the leaders of many countries threatening to reveal the CCCC’s secrets. Among these are Iraq, Afghanistan, Pakistan, Turkey, and South Africa. It should be noted these countries were among the greatest observers of crop circles, as other countries tried to cover up these sightings. How the CCCC secret unveiled itself is unknown. However, the CCCC has put up a front, a corporation which I hypothesize sounds quite familiar in the back of your lobes: the Environmental Protection Agency. I myself was caught unawares when this striking truth made itself relevant in my mind. It seems Newogoth himself had implanted subjugates in the corporation himself under my very nose when I presided over the CCCC, and I did not have the wit to see it. Humph! To think of the folly of my pride back then, I indeed cringe and swivel, feeling the hairs on the back of my neck erect. But this sensation loses power when compared to the blackness of the present-day CCCC.

Along with assassinations, the CCCC has begun harsh treatment of substituents who turn away from the organization. This, I fear, has affected many of you who now read this. Many who even whisper of leaving the CCCC are tortured and thrown in cells under steel buildings, without hope of ever escaping. Many suffer starvation and mutilation there. Many of the females have been raped and killed by brutes of guards. To make matters worse, the CCCC is extending friendships through the EPA front to all nations, in hopes to take control of the world once and for all. Newogoth, the mastermind of subjugate implantation of organizations and soon political systems, has accelerated scientific research on mind control, research that, sadly, I started myself while in power. So, the situation has darkened instead of brightening at my loss of power, which is why I write this heavily encrypted message. We must overthrow the system. We cannot allow mindless brutes to abuse the ideals of the CCCC. But more than anything, I implore you to embrace the ideals of Christianity.

I have found the truth, after so many years of fighting; I have gained friendship with the Keepers. They will not accept me back as a Keeper; nevertheless I do not blame them. I blasphemed their centre of worship; it is grace to even regard me as a gained friend. Their work in the last century to preserve humankind from destruction has been amazing. Something moves me even now: the fact that the black tactics of the CCCC were even within the will of God, which astounds me. My organization was a pawn! This truth, it seems, should madden me incredibly, but nevertheless it brings me the best of bliss. However, I feel though I have returned to Christianity, there is still the guilt and heaviness of my rejection for so many years. I have been forgiven, though, and my soul rests. But the consequence of rebellion stains my life even to this day, and will till I die. So I have gained the trust of the Keepers. They really are astounding; the outpour of records, instead of diminishing over the years, has gained momentum and even now the Keepers keep track of the intersection of human lives as well as blunt life-tracking. They can say whether a man has met his wife before they actually meet and did not know before; they can say what influences of persons world leaders have had; they can even tell you the duration one man befriends another. Truly remarkable. But back to urgent business: there is one Keeper still confined in the dungeons of the CCCC headquarters. That is our first task at hand: to rescue him. His name is Emerson, although I will reveal no more. I will send a second message later to tell of the plans.

Second order of business: Newogoth’s reign must sway. He has proven to be a great mastermind of evils similar to the 20th century’s Hitler, and must come to an end. Have no fear; he is not immortal like myself. A simple stealth operation will suffice. But you, the ones in hiding, have survived thus far in pacivity, and rightly so, for the dark organization looms o’erhead, seeking its prey without relent. So I will choose from among you the most capable and worthy candidates. These two operations must commence immediately and simultaneously, as further lag induces a greater opponent.

[Encrypted code: decrypted id follows]057182495[end code]

This id will allow you access to a portal I will open at this exact time 5 days from now. I wish thee the best of luck.

In love,

Dr. Gristhkep

Friend of the great Keepers, Listener to the Truth.

Sub Space: The Revelation

Here is the synopsis of a novel I'm thinking about writing. Note: the time sequence of this narrative is not necessarily consecutive. That is what happens when a person puts ideas to electronically-represented paper.

Earth is broken. Its king has stepped down. The Aenidians are forced to leave their home-world in search of a better life. These people, considered the rulers of earth after all other states meet demise, offer benevolence and blessedness to all people. However, humans resist the Ways of Benevolence and abide in greed and cruelty instead. In addition, they prefer anarchy over control, even if control offers protection. Earth is broken; it becomes a mass of weapon-making facilities and warring clans. Thankfully, though, these clans lack the intelligence to create weapons-of-mass-destruction. Intelligence has looked up into the sky and traveled thither.

In the outskirts of the galaxy known to Man, a new civilization is chartering an Interplanetary Alliance of Human Beings (IAHM). The beginning efforts pass smoothly and without resistance. However, there are some who disagree with the emphasis placed and law and order; indeed the charter members place justice in highest esteem. Some say that true justice is found in the heart, not in law. But the charter has its way, and the Alliance is established, granting amnesty to those who disagree. But the amnesty offers little protection to those who resist, and the Alliance finds itself in the thick of controversy.

Traveling among the galaxy known to Man, the Aenidians stumble upon a startling discovery: there are no habitable planets left to choose from. Many are simple mining colonies owned by rulers of other planets others are refuges for criminals, planets devoted solely to the purpose of making weapons. To settle on an existing colony the Aenidians would be forced to give up ruling power, and waging war on a planet without just cause would be out of question. Out of options, they find a planet named “Desolate” by galaxy cartographers and make a startling decision to tame it. World Taming: a process used to tweak the atmospheric and terrestrial conditions to mimic Earth, a process one would never have thought to use on a wasteland of a planet. Nevertheless, the Aenidians undertake world taming, and make a startling discovery in the process.

As a result of the squelched resistance against the Alliance, the Noblemen are born, building a mobile city and leaving the supreme planet of the IAHM. In consequence, an interstellar campaign is launched and the Alliance and Noblemen are entrapped in the heat of battle. Finding themselves overwhelmed, the Noblemen must resort to advanced and dangerous scientific advancements in order to preserve survival. Work commences on a portal in space, indeed, a portal through space and time, work considered foolishness by the Human race. Finally, entrapped in their home worlds by a ring of foes, the Noblemen must make a decision.

Antimatter fuels the inner core of Desolate, renamed Desire by the Aenidians. This substance is not natural, but an intervention by the Aenidians to keep the planet’s core from collapsing. There is a magnetic buffer housing the core, but its generated energy effectively repels harmful radiation from the planet, promoting life and well-being. The wasteland becomes a paradise of water and sun and trees. But the Aenidians will not enjoy their longer lifespans for long, for the effects of antimatter peak the interest of the Noblemen, and correspondingly, the Alliance. Soon, parleys are made to the Aenidians from both sides, and the galaxy known to man finds itself in the biggest conflict ever.

And so it begins...

Note: this is not background information, but a synopsis. With no resolution ha ha ha!

Ramblesome.

The End is near.

Within 3 halves of a week, I will be done and quite finished with all undertakings at Virginia Western Community College, save the graduatory honor they will wish to lavish on my May 13th. Speaking about the “eenths” of May, I am quite looking forward to Episode III, having spoiled my judgmental anticipation by viewing several trailers. Hmm, plot? Yeah, some of it has been revealed, but still the intricate complications will be made known. I simply hope Mr. Lucas doesn’t screw up on this one like he has for the last two.

So my endeavors of late have helped to propel me into a strange world of antimatter, relativity, and the dimension of time. I am studying these subjects for a secretive project that I undertake to aid Aaron Johnson in his conquering of the world. Speaking about conquering, do you believe you have the right to arm (and protect) yourself? What purposes do you think guns serve? Just as blunt mindless weaponry? Think again, my friend.

Firearms are tools, very much like knives. They are excellent hunting tools. They are excellent defense tools. And most importantly, they are excellent political tools. But what do I mean by these conversing of political tools? Are not you a tool (snicker)? But even so, let’s say that some day in the near future the U.S. Government decides to strip away the constitutional rights of Americans and decide for itself what is right and wrong (as opposed to honoring its constituents). This day may be closer than you think. Look at the stripped moral rights of Americans, especially religious activity in schools. Look at the attempts to disarm America in order to give the government more unaccountable power. Look at the geometric growth of the government, expanding to control every facet of life. Look at my lady who has just walked in and bade me leave. GOOD MORNING!

Tell me your thoughts.