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"It was a stone tablet. Strange, with alien markings all over it. But it held great power. Justin Thurman couldn't figure it out. It was as if glancing at them was a new world, brought in a great consciousness that overwhelmed the mind. He took one more look, then left the desert cave to rejoin the others. Martha noticed him walking back. 'Still the same?' she inquired. Justin shook his head, exhausted, and let out a low moan. 'I guess. That same strange feeling is still there.' Martha went back to eating her sandwich, a little bologna and cheese on thin white bread. They didn't have much time. Dog came over, juggling his assault rifle back and forth and acting inquisitive. 'No luck, eh?' Justin shook his head again, knowing the news would be bad. They had gone on this expedition to find artifacts like the tablet. But now they were cut off, abandoned without communication to the outside world. Their only hope was to find a power source or communication from the alien technology in the cave. 'I'll keep working on it,' Justin reassured them. 'We still have enough food for two days.' Dog rolled his eyes and grunted, more than happy to take his chances with the wild around them to find a way out. Martha finished her sandwich and got up, rolling up the wrapper with her hands. 'I'll go take another look. You two coming with me?' Dog and Justin consented, putting away the cooler and rising to their feet. They had to get to work. There were a few hours of daylight left, and they were running out of time. Hiking up the slight rocky hill, the now activated alien technology beckoned them with a faint glow from inside. They stood around the pedestal, the strange, glowing stone tablet etched with runes perched on top of it. The feeling hit again. As they gazed at the markings, tried to figure them out, tried to make sense of them, the aura always hit. It was like a power surged through them, their minds quickening pace and their understandings of life made infinitely clearer simply by gazing at the runes. Dog growled, his usual trademark, and shook his head. 'It's making us smarter. It always does. But what else does it do?' Martha looked around in awe, her consciousness taking a large leap, and consented to let Justin answer. He pointed at the markings. 'Let's figure them out. We have to learn this language. Then we'll know if this is a way out.' The hours passed, the three sitting in the cave, staring by lantern light and waiting for realization to hit them. Darkness had come, and they had moved their supplies into the cave. The best they could figure, the tablet was an instruction manual, or a religious writing, or maybe both. Enjoying the glow and the high they got from it, the three spent the night in the cave in preparation for evacuation the next day. They had to get out. Justin woke dreamily, hair tossed and pressed by his sleeping bag, and looked about. There was Martha, sleeping peacefully in the light of dawn, wrestled up in her bag. Then the shock hit. Dog. The alien tablet. They were both gone. Waking Martha quickly, he filled her in and they both started to panic. Their food was gone, too. They died of starvation two weeks later. Dog and the alien tablet were never seen again. Some residents in the local country reported seeing an unidentified flying object, a flash of light, and hearing strange noises. Presumed dead, the three bodies were never found, and the expedition was listed as a strange and unusual failure. Reports of the runes and the effect they had were transmitted, but no one had ever been able to figure out the phenomena of the strange alien markings and their power over the human mind."

"Of the group I spoke of in my earlier posts. This group of conquering, belligerent warriors. What do they need, Yin? You think what they have is true Yang? Cruel, marauding, destruction... That speaks to me only of a strong shell that lacks a proper balance of both energies. A capable shell, a capable species, reduced to ignominy and self-destruction through a bred imbalance in their energies. Taking that imbalance out upon others as a means to appease their pain of need. War. Have you no sympathy for the truly strong who exist in that corrosive culture of violence and regression? To have their own strengths attacked as weaknesses? If their culture is so foolish as to see love as weak, then surely, they exist in a state of perpetual agony and restlessness. While they do exist at all..."

"A hurried conversation ensued, two men huddled outside of a rundown metaphysical chapel on a cold, windy night. There weren't many people about, only a few stragglers here and there in the distance, going back and forth, obeying the wind. A conversation began... ' There's something in the water. The belief without knowing is too strong. The obedience without thought is too rigid. What have we to do, Bryant?' 'There is naught else, Chester. We must abide. The soma of the masses is upon us. We must take it upon ourselves, and at this time." 'But why would one believe and obey? They are but tantrums that sundry us, nothing but catalytic forms of greed and starvation, lewdness and chastity, all at the same time. Dear Bryant, have you lost your nerve to that we must conquer?' 'No, for I am stolid. No, for I am strong. No, for the fact that I have two hearts instead of one. Do you not see that I am a man, a man who must obey and believe, as I have been told? They tell me to have strength, so I do. Surely, Chester, you would drink of this chalice, too?' 'Half-hearted I am, dear Bryant, for your strength has outweighed my own. This chalice is yours, and the cloudy water within as well. For I believe what I know, and I obey when I feel it. Bryant? Are you there?' A strong gust blew past Chester, as he looked about for a sign of his comrade. Bryant was gone, lost suddenly to the darkness. The wind howled; Chester grimaced as he walked away. A rain started pouring, softly spattering off the statues beyond."

"The group had walked through the woods, lit by a lantern, on their way to a mellow campsite just over the ridge. Laughing and chanting, they had assumed no rest in their pursuit of glory and happiness that day. They approached the campsite, bugs buzzing around them, at a dusky hour with the sun well below the horizon. The group was varied, eleven eclectic strangers all suited in their various fashions and ways. They had reached the campsite, taking their seats on four logs surrounding a wooden stake. The stake now held the lantern squarely as it swayed gently in the soft breeze. The friends sat and talked glory; the lantern illuminated their faces and bodies with a rhythmical glow that seemed to betray the night itself. Eventually the conversations died down, as the eleven friends sat shoulder to shoulder facing the strange flickering. As time passed, the group was still aglow from the light of the burning lamp. Seemingly no one had noticed the time passing by, and a strange sensation had come over their faces since earlier that day. Almost thoughtless, the friend's conversation had died to a dull murmur. Even their thoughts seemed to have drifted, far away from the woods and the ridge to another ethereal realm. Helplessly, they looked into the flickering of the burning lantern with a glazed look in their eyes. Who were they? Why were they there? Why had they gone out there that day? Why, on Earth, had the conversation died some two hours ago and they were still studying this rotten lamp? An abrupt cry was heard. The members of the group looked about. One of them, a young man with a mustache, had been stabbed by the man next to him. Greedily, wildly, the assailant looked around. No one reacted, as a look of horror swept across a pretty young girl's face across the lantern from him. Then they fell silent as the glow of the lantern swept over them, yet again."

" Two doctors worked away in a laboratory, bent over instruments and vials, inspecting lab mice as they scurried about. "Look at him run!" The doctor pointed wildly at his partner and laughed as the laboratory mouse hurried under an alcove in the maze. 'We've got him now!' The second doctor, an older man in his late seventies, rolled his eyes and sighed. 'It's our job, Copernicus. You know, you should really watch how much fun you have with these exercises.' 'Exercises, huh?' Copernicus laughed. 'Webster, you old geek, why don't you have more fun with it. It's our job!' Webster sighed again and set down his clipboard, rubbing his eyes and trying to recover from his research partner's exuberance. Webster spoke again, cleaning his glasses and peering over them at the other man. 'The mice represent something, Copernicus. They're alive. Why don't you respect that? Why don't you understand it? This is important work. Try to keep up.' Copernicus looked shocked for a second, then laughed loudly. 'Whatever you say, old man. Let's just try to keep it interesting!" He straightened his lab coat with a snap and pretended to be busy with his charts. That day, as every other day, the mice had swept through the maze being offered cheeses, treats, pellets, really anything their hearts would desire. Then, the trap would spring. Right over their head, right through their chest or stomach, the mice died in horrible ways. Copernicus had seemed a little too enthralled by the destruction... Webster gathered the surviving mice out of the maze and ushered them back into their cage, done for the day. Chattering and squeaking, the mice sniffed around, glad for a reprieve. Webster grabbed his coat and exited the lab with a distant demeanor. With an evil glance, Copernicus sneered at him and stormed over to the cage."

"Well of maturity, quite sure. And to lean on others and not have a fight for you, sure as well... For you only use your words and say no to things in a false, rumbling voice, almost as if... ...Bro?" Darkness 4:11

"Canst thou not hear my voice? Is it not absurd? Why dost thou not slay me? For my voice is rumbling, and false of fools. For certainly, we are the chosen. The selected of thine light, to perish! Canst thou hear me, brother? Canst thou? Thou canst." Voices 4:11

"What possesses thou that thou speak to me so? Dost thou cast thine eyes upon mine in such a strange ilk and manner? Thou hast lost thy mind to such chanting, for only to speak thy name is to speak of timid tigers. Dost thou fight, or dost thou whimper? Why dost thou cringe on look, except to offer thine love with thine wretched hearts? Only then, dost thou timid tigers anger! For thou art fools, and not tigers, to think thyself stranger and yet kin. For what dost thou do, who dost thou know? Only chants and mantras of weakened fools. " Timid 4:11

"We are in this, this emblem here, to profit of it. This life we live. There is naught else to us. For we will assuage them, gimmick their souls, profligate their minds with propaganda, and tell them Us, what we are. For we are but Gods..." Asif 4:11

"The horses and the carts broke down before they made it out of town Tell me what you're going to do When no more kids are scared of you Flick the finger flick the ring Takes more than this to be a king The looking glass is clear and true Look what time has done to you Bring the horse and bring the bull All you do is void and null Tell me what you're going to do When mockingbird here sings to you Sing back to your hearts delight You'll learn a thing or two by night When this happens tried and true There will be nothing left of you " *a response to 'Hush Little Baby'

Some good advice: Don't look at someone anywhere but in their eyes, Don't speak with a false voice, Don't use excuses to justify crimes, Don't blame others for your own poverty, Don't project your flaws upon others, Don't act rich when you're not, Don't be a traitor to your country, Don't take credit for someone else's achievements, Don't say anything that doesn't make sense ever again. Bahama 4:06

"The flames course through me, a hallowed reed, all wisdom burns through me I need. The flames of Aiya, the bawling light, what we call  love shall conquer night." Aeterna 4:11