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    There is a lot more to this war than this war... I strongly suggest you potty before reading this...


    Manuscript one:

    Late Fall 1983, a young female Bigfoot (Sasquatch) approached my solo campsite. I remained quiet, calm, and totally motionless. It examined my hair, sniffed me, applied a mental force which paralyzed me, and scanned my memories.
    I became bored, so I scanned its mind.. and found 14 new sciences, and their 1400 untapped technologies, in their unconscious collective...

    It took me 18 years and approx. 250 edits to finally include all the tiniest memories of that confrontation. I now know the base about their Species, including how to communicate with them and call them, and where to find them. Check out the internet on "Bigfoot" and "Sasquatch". All the web pages combined know nothing about them.. except that the beasts seem like they are primates, and that they might exist... But America has one in a lab, doing vile experiments on it, in attempts to teach it sciences, so to get it to evolve our sciences, for more and more money and power... They are even making babies with it... Trouble with that, is it's part of solid collective, which means that the rest feel all its pains and fears... America's greedy mindless meddling is dissolving the contents of their Species collective, and the 14 sciences/1400 technologies in it... Have you noticed that the blond American Intel babe isn't searching for Bigfoots anymore... That Species untapped mind was our Species very last option for survival... America's insatiable greed for wealth and power has doomed all humanity to Hell...

    This manuscript will probably sell 150 million copies...
    160 pages, single spaced typed 8x11...

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    Manuscript two:

    A twenty foot fall severed my spinal cord... I managed to get the spinal cord repaired and functioning by myself.... Medical scans show the spinal cord to be reconnected 15-degrees rotated at the breaksite... My legs are now twice as strong, my adrenals are now on call, I am developing Infrared vision, and I can stop my heart at will for as long as I choose, but restart beat bulges up through the ribs, and stings like hell.
    I teach all this and more in this manuscript... It will save and restore a lot of damaged lives...
    During the end of the incident a black shroud creature confronted me. I threw a rock at it. It retaliated...
    This is the stuff plays and movies are made of...
    I expect this manuscript will sell 200 million copies, and spark many movies, plays and novelties...

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    Manuscript three:

    In research to find an alternative to an "afterlife".. given that religion's concepts, theories, and methods are muddy and cloudy, at best, I opted to study my mind's contents, accesses, abilities and contacts.
    After twenty-five years research I have a clear map of the mind, and a clear definition of the physics, and the how's, do's and don't's of immortality. And it is proved out... Essentially a "map to immortality"...

    In this manuscript I will release the simple formula on how to use your mind to hypnotize a square mile of turbulent ocean shore line, to have the water's surface be as calm as glass is smooth, for as long as the six focuses are maintained in unity... I figure that one in a hundred will be able to quiet the waves... It may well become a shoreline challenge item in the Olympics...

    This manuscript might sell 300 million copies, or more... It's chock full of easy how to do magic, "miracles", and sorcery...

    I have approx. 150 themes in my 75,000 pages of highly condensed complex source notes.. and 500 themes in my head...

    From my mind research, I have enough data to prototype a rough working model of the first engine for floating cars and moon-capable RV's. I plan to finance my first lab by my books sales. I tried to build the engine in my crude workshop, but on the second attempt a small gold-light plasma-accident opened my eyes to the dangers and risks associated with development of this item. For now this project is shelved until I build a safe-lab.

    I seek an open minded agent to make extremely RICH.

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    Manuscript four:

    Is a FREEBIE, a gift from me, dedicated to, and for, the great Pirate's bloodlines of this Race... They are still with us... They are still pirating everything that interests them... They need to eat and live too... They did a lot to pry humanity from religion's evil clutches...

    Here's the deal...

    I've got an absurd, almost unfathomable theme for you... It hasn't been solved by the police yet.. and I doubt they are working on it... I doubt they'll ever be able to figure it out... Thing is, it must be made Public.. It must be said and exposed.. because it is the driving force which be sending us into extinction... and I just don't have the time nor money to do it properly at this time...

    It's about a nun principle, who followed through a series of RC schools, who had a small list of kids she wanted killed, for whatever insane reasons.. The bitch hired a huge fellow to exterminate the children on her list... Her henchman made buds with me in elementary school, in grade four... His games were exciting and fun, while everyone else in the world were just as mindless babies to me... I didn't realize he was trying to kill me.. in that he was always setting me up for potentially fatal accidents.. until a couple of his games did seriously hurt me.. but I always healed, and was back for more...

    While we were walking the city streets, one afternoon, he says to me, excitedly, and right out of the blue, "You're number four!", but flatly refused to elaborate on what being his "number four" meant... I persisted in quizzing him about what his "number four" meant... till it made him quite angry, and he turned and walked away in a wicked tempered huff... When he was half a block away from me, I felt a very hard fist-slug to my back, which nearly knocked my face down on the railway tracks I was crossing... I jumped around, with my fists hard and ready.. to see him glaring at me from half a block away.. with his fists tight and white... Somehow he had hit me from half a block away... I was shocked, and angry.. and thinking, "One day I'll learn that, and I will use it to rip your filthy corpse in two chunks, bastard!"... We parted ways...
    I still don't know how he did it..? There is a hell of a Lot of cosmic power in that guy, not just the physical.. even though he had more physical strength in one arm, than the average person has in their whole body... 6-foot plus, with size 11 feet... It was his powerful mind-strength that I admired so much... He was different from the ape's world... His favorite phrase was "eli eli sabachthani".. He loved horror flics with a passion, and claimed to have viewed every horror flick ever made, at least twenty-times, if not more...
    I recall in the 60's when all the detective and horror shows were at a slump for about two-years.. He complained that there are only boring reruns... He got bored of detective mags, and couldn't find any interesting horror flics, so he combined the two, and began creating his own self-styled crime-spree, building his own horror/crime flics in the real world...

    I surfed his name on the Internet, and finds that he, the "monster serial-killer", actually acted in one crappy B-movie..

    ...Years earlier, I was walking the river bank with him, in an area I had never been before.. the river being our favorite haunt.. when he points to a huge maple tree, and a large tree branch, and chunk of rope, and details how little Richard died in an accident, by swinging into the water on a rope, which He had installed on the tree, and detailed how he showed Richard how to use the rope, to swing out and land in the water with a big splash, in the middle of the river, but he didn't tell Richard that there was an absolutely huge submerged boulder directly out, in front of the rope, exactly how he had planned Richard's death-accident... He detailed how Richard ran home to fetch his bathing suit, to return and try the fun new swing... Richard was one of the names on Sister Evil's hit-list, as was I, as were those, whom ever they were, who Monster had already murdered for Sister Evil... He started to drool profusely while he spoke of his favorite particulars of little Richard's death.. and commented excitedly, "And I wasn't even there when Richard died!".. He had to wipe a lot of drool rolling down his chin then... I pretended I didn't see the drool, nor the extreme evil in his eyes, and a momentary flash of the beast in him... and when I asked, "Why didn't your warn Richard about the rock?".. and quizzed him for more details of the incident, he silenced-up, and exited quickly... leaving me standing there, looking at the rope, and pondering the loss of my little friend at Monster's hand...

    A couple years later Monster moved to Toronto, is when a lot of murdered hookers corpses were being found dumped in the Toronto countryside, for about a four year crime-spree... I strongly suspect it was Monster doing those killings.. It was his style... I bet those Toronto hooker's corpses had his size-eleven shoe prints all around them... I wonder if the Toronto cops made plaster-casts of the large shoe prints they found around any of those murdered females..? I recall he held a strong weird dislike for females... He figured they would be best used as only, "punching bags, basket balls, floor mops, and stews, and baby factory pumps"...
    On the otherside of Monster's personality, he was very similar to the actor Cary Grant.. in a large part like they were "two peas in a pod"... ...

    In elementary school he and Mike would spend time in the school's john, collecting flies in a match box, to release into the classroom... Often he and Mike would jump out of their seats, and rush to the front of the room, when the teacher was out, face their arses to the class, drop their pants, and fart... Those two assholes were the school's main jocks, and very well respected... And they called us, "nard"...

    One of Monster's pastimes, was to eat as many vile-foods as he could think of, which would cause a lot of serious gas in his gut.. His favorite concoction was tinned peaches, broccoli, sour cream, cokes, buttermilk, cabbage, mustard leaves, apple pie, and a few other items, depending on the availability... He would let that vile mess ferment in his stomach for a few hours, then he would go to the movies, and would sit right in the middle of the theater, and fart and fart and fart... In short order, the theater patrons would have cleared all the seats for fifteen-feet all around him... One movie with him was all I could take!.. He definitely was, "evil incarnate"...

    After his last accident setup for me got me real good and hard.. and when he had left me for dead, I woke to notice his huge size eleven footprints, all around me, in the freshly fallen snow, and my pockets had been emptied.. probably for his trophies... and the evidence of the accident had been removed with great meticulous care... My watch, my pocket knife, my coins, my ring, and my favorite pen.. were all gone... I bet he still has them in his little treasure chest of mementos.. taken as trophies from those he murdered... He probably sits and plays with his little worthless trophies, and drools profusely over them in recalling each untimely death... He justified his murders, by believing that he was "doing god's work, by sending innocent souls to god.. and that he was earning "heaven's grace-points" for his labors, which would thus earn him a better place in heaven"... Is probably how the evil-nun convinced him to do murders for her...
    I recall when we were at the site where little Richard drowned.. he says, out of the blue, "Have you got any ideas why Sister would have a list of kids she wants killed?".. and, "Do you know why you would be on Sister's list, if she had a list, which she doesn't?".. but he refused to speak of it any further after he had realized he had already said too much... Then he said "What list?", and chuckled.. and changed the topic...

    After the Toronto killing spree, he moved to Turkey, as an English teacher.. and they had their last war about eight-months later... I bet they started experiencing a series of similar serial murders there too... This story goes so much much deeper than all of that... There's probably no one else on the planet who could fully grasp even a quarter of it, as I saw what I saw, and experienced of Monster...

    Monster is definitely a major multi-national serial-killer who has yet to be caught and caged...
    He might very well even be a cannibal, or worse.. whatever that be..? He may well be the reason humanity has wars... His favorite things were: horror flics, detective stories, killing little critters with as much pain as possible, basketball, billiards, beer, pinball, and his trumpet.. in that order... I don't have a clue which way his sexuality was oriented... I never saw him with a female, nor with a male, except Mike was his best best buddy... He, and maybe they, probably just got-off just killing.. and who knows what they did in secret.. maybe they played with each others crotches... I don't know...

    Two of his earlier setup accidents, left me missing the end-tips of two small fingers, and one left me with ten-pieces of glass buried deep in each eye...
    Another of his accidents left my spine completely severed, but I managed to do the required mind to cause it to reattach, and to heal back into an above-normal functioning unit... Now medi-scans show my spine to be reattached 15-degrees rotated at the breaksite... Things still work good though.. but sometimes my back aches and stings there, right between the shoulders, where my spine got severed.. when I think on it too much... I just live with it, and it generally remains quiet...
    And those NDE accidents gave me a couple unexpected pluses... Having my spinal cord cut in-half, and reattached 15-degrees rotated, gave me adrenals and heart be on-call..
    And the glass in my eyes, gives me a sort of night-vision ability, with all that extra light reflecting-off of the shiny glass chard's facets, embedded deep in my eyes... Plus I am able to send out a fine mental red-beam, and detonate it, to see silhouettes, in pitch black darkness.. I call it "my night vision".. and I am able to bend steel, and start fires, from thousands of miles away...

    Playing "buds" with Monster was always fun and exciting... All the while he's trying to kill me.. and all the while I'm coming out of each disaster smellin' like roses... It was as if the devil his-self was trynah kill me, for Sport.. and I was riding the blade edge of his death storm like it was just an enjoyable exciting "learning-curve game"... It made him try even harder to kill me.. or to set it up so I killed myself... He sure was full of deadly ideas... After I was blinded, then lost the two fingertips, in his accident setups.. I quick-dumped him and canceled our friendship...
    But about a year later, he was back, on the phone, with a fun new exciting game to play.. and I took the bait... It was difficult to refuse him... It was like he could control my Being... That's when I severed my spine.. but somehow managed to repair it, with the assistance of a cosmic-creature I found, after two mental "space-wobbles", into space with stars, then space without stars, then into the cosmic realms.. and while three minutes into my last breath yet....

    After a few minutes, after I was standing again, he came a running up to me, saying he saw a tight straight stream of light blue light come straight from the clouds, and hit me right in my chest.. and that I lit up so bright that looking at me was like trying to look into a huge fairground's arc searchlight.. and how he couldn't see color on the trees for thirty feet all around me, it so bright... and of the red needles of light in the blue beam... The light lasted for about 1 1/2 minutes, while it healed my spine... We chatted about it a while... He said, "Science couldn't do that!.. The church elders couldn't do that!.. The Nazarene couldn't do that!.. And..?? So you couldn't do that!... I suggested I should ask intelligent people what it all meant... He demanded I not mention it to anyone... I argued with him, till I noticed his fists tight and white, his face was partially psychotic red, he was biting his lip, and his teeth were grinding... He was obviously primed and ready to bludgeon me to death right then... So I agreed that no one need hear about it, that it be best forgotten... He was happy with that, and he turned and walked away, leaving me there alone.. my head feeling like it were spinning inside... Is when it All came together.. that ole Monster had been trying to kill me all these years... It took all I had to remain standing...

    He claimed he saw a bright straight beam of light come straight through the clouds, hit my chest, and make my body light up... I didn't know that part... I just felt the beam hit... It dam near straightened out every muscle in my body when it hit my chest... Then quietly, I watched microscopic hands rebuilding nerve-cells at the speed of sound... They slowed-down when I looked close at them.. and they sped-up when I looked and thought away from the surgery process in progress... So I just let them do there thang... Took them about two minutes to get my spine connected enough for my toes to twitch... And then tickles started happening in my legs... The visions before that moment showed my spinal-cord was 100% severed, with a quarter-inch gap ... I can't tell you how much that hurts.. there just aren't any words for it... and especially when I touched a stick to it, to my back, to check for blood.. The stick touched the site, and there was an extremely wicked jolt, and massive explosion of Pain... I woke, kneeling on my arms.. my face, nose, and shoulder, to the ground.. my legs crossed tight as possible.. a Tremendous "Fire" raging in my back.. and an orchestra playing in my head.. so Loud, that it felt like it was in my ears.. but going out, not in... It played a good tune for about 30-seconds.. then digressed to a bad tune.. all the while I'm hoping that the fall didn't re-sever my spine... so I tests fingers and toes... And, What a Relief!... oh sigh...


    What I've got in the magic and sorcery department, is absolutely no-match for the powers Monster has control of.. rather, what ever it is that ole monster is carrying around in him... Maybe he is hosting the devil itself..? or Worse..?
    I met the thing that's in him, Twice... He didn't know it was showing... I made like I wasn't seeing it, so as to not alarm him into hiding it... And I can assure you, that his hitchhiker-demon is much more powerful than all the militarys, on this planet, combined... The impression I get from it, is that it is more powerful than the planet, but not as powerful as the sun...

    If I were to tell you anymore, I would have to write it up like a Stephen King movie script... And I know y'all couldn't handle it without using me as your toilet, for you to learn new-stuff, and dump all your old stuff, without a big fight and a grudge, all directed at the teacher.. making me pay for your god dam lessons... No thanks!.. So I'll save the rest for the movie, some day, if I ever gets me a fine wildernessy cottagish atmosphere suitable to do super some creativity writing.... Hopefully with a petite gentle lady, who loves a lot of touchie-feelie, and loves being treated like a goddess...


    Psst!.. We're goin' back to the accident now... Throughout the next thirty years, in dealing with this new rewiring.. the 15-degree re-wiring changes were a Bitch! at best to get used to.. with me feverishly working on getting things to work like they're supposed to.. which I later "jumped-tracks", "changed course in mid stream", into adding-things to build me into a better Being.. on a path to find a real afterlife... which I eventually found...

    It might be extremely dangerous messing with ole Monster... There's a lot more to Monster, than just the physical "human".. a Hell of a Lot More!..

    Seems weird... All the evil that Monster has done in the world.. I've done as much good in the world... Seems we are absolute opposites...

    The beast in him, is harvesting the human race for food... It eats something of us when we die... It approached me, a few minutes after I got standing... Pssst!.. We're here.. back at the accident scene.. after touching the stick to my back.. when I regain consciousness, and I barely manages to uncross my legs.. and get my arms out from under my knees.. and wishing it would snow real-hard, or someone would splash a pail of ice water on me back, so too cool some of the raging-fire in my back... I thought of rolling my back to the snow, but I aborted it, as probably it would cause more pain than I could handle, given that just a slight touch with the stick rendered me unconscious in a flash.. and rolling on the ground would very likely kill me in a flash...

    Plugging an ear didn't stop the orchestra's screaming in my ears... I can tell you from first hand experience, trying to stand, just a couple minutes after major spine-surgery, has a hell of a lot more pain than Life can handle.. but if you ride the pain, like you are surfin' a hundred foot pipeline, it changes into energies what you want and need.. sort of like it's the mist from vaporized metallic alpha elemental... same stuff I used to reattach my spine with.. those "red needles in the blue beam"... but I had to derect the whole pardy... And I was sure lucky when I found that I don't need this life, on this planet, because there is much more in the afterlife, if you learn to direct it, as required... So I figured it would be best if I stayed awhile.. to boost you'all up to what I found mapped in our DNA... Although I owe you Absolutely Nothing, for the life of hell this whole world pushed me through.. like being keelhauled all my life... It a wonder I have all this love in me, after sustaining all that crap and pain, and violent abuse, you dished out... Having survived about fifty direct murder attempts, damaged me a little bit, but it only made me Stronger...

    Psst!.. now we're back at the "psst!" rift... back at the accident.. where I gets standing, for the second time... And I tries a step.. and down I goes.. with my arms straight-out to break my fall, and it jars my spine oh so bad, with yet another knockout slam, way over the line.. and I wakes up with my face in the dirt again...

    I was determined to walk, or die trying... I gets up, knowin' that one more tumble probably means I'm dead.. and my legs are working 15-degrees out of whack... so I teach each joint how I want them to move, in compliance to command signals.. till a little test pans out that my legs will work right...
    ...is when that black-shroud critter comes-in from my 5:o'clock... Moving slowly.. vanishing and appearing in a 5-second intervals.. looking like it's moving in and out of "dark folds" in the air... and it makes its stand twelve-feet out at my 9:0clock... Pauses.. And turns slowly to face me... And all I'm seeing is is a classic monk's shroud, and black voids where there should be hands and face showing out of the head and arm holes in the most magnificent black shroud in this solar system... I figure I couldn't see it, because I wasn't that sensitive, or I couldn't have handled it without freaking... The creature reaches out an arm, and touches into the middle of my brain with a long claw... and my brain feels like its turning into ice... and now I have the meanest migraine on the planet... In the mean time, Monster is a thousand feet away, sitting on a hill, gloating over his latest kill, and watching the clouds make recognizable shapes in the sky, "Volkswagens and teddy bears" said he.. probably waiting while his beast feeds...
    A quick scan into the beast, tells me it is near me for an expected meal... so I gingerly picks up the closest biggest rock I can find, and tosses it hard as I can, at the beast... The rock hits its left hip, but doesn't bounce off, nor come-out behind it... And it sure didn't appreciate being hit with a rock... It slowly turned a 90.. and floated to my 12:o'clock, faced me from ten feet away, bowed its head.. and went dormant...
    I sighed, "Hwohh...It's over!"... and thought about it... "What's it doing?.. It's not sleeping.. It's doing Something... It's getting ready for something big... So it's Not over!.. I'm Screwed!..."

    So I scanned it while it was dormant.. and discovered that it was connecting with every source and force it could find in the universe... I tried to get a handle on the anomalies it was connecting to, but didn't have a clue... I thought of running away, but figured I'd probably get a hundred feet away, and that would be the end of me anyway... It started slowly raising its head... and I figured, "Even the moon in a the next second, isn't far enough fast enough... I gotta come up with something that works, first time, and Now!".. But my brain was still a bit frozen from when it had touched in my head with that huge claw.. It was hard to formulate thoughts, let alone devise a whole new plot... And I was facing my absolute death, any second now...
    I had to do something right-Now!.. and before that thing vaporizes me...
    So I hyperventilates and hyperventilates.. and digs deep as I can inside me.. I summons my deepest most Powerful voice.. and turns my anger On.. and points a finger straight-out 50-feet away at the ground.. and speaks in my best loudest voice, without even 1% of yell, nor break in it... "Now Go And Not Return!"... And I hears my words, also spoken by an extremely powerful voice, from somewhere behind me, by a voice so powerful that it trembles the ground like a speeding bulldozer... Sounded like it originated about ten feet back, ten feet up, at my 5:o'clock... So loud a voice that my ears stung and felt punctured...
    The beast obeys instantly, turns away, and floats to in front of my pointing finger, and floats toward where I'm pointing... and I maintain my firm pointing... and a rectangle-hole, about 30-inches by 40-inches, appears in the ground.. with rock hewn stairs showing... and down the hole it floated... When the beast's head cleared the ground level, the hole vanished...

    After the hole vanished back into snow covered ground, I panned around for any more things to deal with... There were none... I sighed a big huge relief.. my expanding chest flexed my spine, causing an explosion of new pain.. and Suddenly my nostrils were hit by something extremely powerful vile.. comparable to the scent of fuming nitric, in combo with burning sulfur... but that don't even come close to what I smelled... There is probably nothing else on the planet that smells that bad...
    It seized-up my breathing for about four-minutes... It felt like scalpels were dancing and skating in my nostrils and sinuses... Even its smell can kill...


    HotDam! My back is seriously stinging at that very spot right this now... "Yowza!.. and various sighs"... It's time to push away from the keyboard, and do some things that will quiet that fire in my back... But don't get me wrong.. I can still pickup a VW engine, and walk a block carrying it in my arms... the odd rewiring made my legs be twice as strong as normal... I can still push 800 pounds on a leg exerciser, from a cold start...


    I sometimes wonder, what Monster was gonna hit me with, if I hadn't managed to do the voice, and trick it to leaving me..? and if it hadn't felt the need to obey... It figure it would have probably hit me with an extremely powerful beam or two of raw cosmic plazma, "primary alpha antimatter molecules", which it had collected while in Space, while hooking up with all the weapons in this universe that it could access.. like a fisherman pulling in a net.. or like the supports of a spider's web, reaching to everywhere and everything it can find...


    ...Then Monster delivered that beast to Turkey... is when Turkey had their last big war... Probably so the black-shroud critter could feed and banquet on an excess of human death... I suppose we taste good to it... or are easy game... or both..?

    When I met that critter, in the first scan, I thought I heard echoes of Hitler's voice for about 3-seconds... which makes a lot of sense, given that the dude's parents came from Lithuania about the time WW2 ended... They must have brought the monster with them, after it exited Hitler's corpse... After hearing Hitler's voice in it, I heard hints of Mussolini's voice.. and other known tyrants, and the great Khans voices.. and many so many tyrants, all of them, that I couldn't even begin to recognize, nor ID them.. somewhere from way back in history's lost milennia.. All the evil ones of mankind, and back even further.. and right back to prehistoric beasts.. Right back to our very first ancestor, a bladed clawed/saber-fanged, absolutely sleek magnificent Black Beauty.. "Gramps"... The very first human... A cross between the meanest gorilla ever conceived, and a werewolf.. times ten... I bowed a quick slow quick nod in respect of the Master.. and he smiled a tiny grin, and made a gentle grunty-whine... I waved byebye, and retracted my scan... My head felt like it were 4/5's ice... It was extremely difficult to think.. I just had to Do... But without knowing what to do, it was sure difficult to do it...

    I asked myself, "What do I want now?".. "Don't know"...
    What do I need?".. "To be somewhere else, anywhere else!"...
    "What do I want it to do?"... "To just go away!"..
    I held out my arm, and pointed, like I really meant it... and dug deep as I could, and summoned my most powerful voice, "Now Go And Not Return!".. as I pointed firm, as meaningful and firm as firm gets...
    I suppose it figured I was gonna hit it with what it was gonna hit me with... I'm gonna coin this as, "The World's Greatest Bluff"... It should go into the Guinness Records Book, under "Bluffs"....

    The beast left me.. and four minutes later, I got my breath back.. and just then realized, since the start of the accident.. that I was now breathing again... I was so proud, seeing my chest rise and fall, having done it all by my self, that I took in a huge deep breath.. which seriously flexed my spine, and knocked me out for about ten seconds.. and back into consciousness and out, without falling... oh yay!...

    It took me a long time to ease out that breath so it wouldn't sting, like it stung coming in... I couldn't.. so I just let 'er all out quickly.. and regained consciousness still standing...
    After the music and heat subsided a little.. I figured I'd favor much tinier slow upper-lung breaths.. is about the time a sneeze came about... And again, I regained consciousness still standing... But with so very much pain, that none of the living could even begin to imagine...
    I firmed up my stance, as a just in case... is when I tried a step, and my left leg shot-out at a twisting angle, and face down I went.. again...

    I can tell you assuredly, it was all a major Struggle!.. So was the five-mile walk home, after I crawled up the slippery-hill, and across the train-bridge, between trains... And walked past two hospitals.. knowing right well that they wouldn't have the slightest clue about healing a severed spine, and would very likely make things much worse...

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    Here's the deal.. This theme is left OPEN, for all the world's pirates to "rob", Before it's made robable...
    The thing is you all are permitted to snatch it up like it was your own gold.. and you all writes it up in your own versions, as a super horror movie, and for Monster's entertainment.. Maybe even let him act in it... And if he likes it, and has fun with it, then maybe he'll see us as entertainment, and not as lunch...
    Maybe we can switch his diet from us, to cloven-hoof critters.. and maybe we can teach Monster to teach the world how to love, and how to be powerful.. so maybe we'll all survive this impending extinction what's in our lap... If we don't, We is History... That's why I am submitting this now.. given that the publishing world refuses to publish my stuff...

    Somehow now we gotta teach Monster that heaven is not a reward for death... I sense that his vehicle is dying... I have the ability to call it too me, but I do Not want to meet it again!.. We need to teach it that if he doesn't stop feeding on us, via war, that we won't be able to make any more super horror movies for its pleasure... We might be able to get it to follow us around the bend, into love.. but I seriously doubt it... I sense that its human component is beginning to feel the bad in what he did to humanity all these millenia.. and it's driving him nuts.. because he knows darnwell he has totally lost the afterlife, as much as he knows that I've found it.. and if the whole world focus is on teaching Monster how to know and feel and share Love.. then just maybe that great beast will stop feeding on us, and leave our planet... Maybe with a tiny little push... The plan is to convince it that its mate is waiting on Pluto... And when it finds nothing there, it will maintain its heading out of our solar system.. IF I'm there waiting with some bait.. smiling and pointing at another galaxy, and commanding: "Now Go And Not Return!"... But I'm not about to do that... It would very likely take me with it.. and I sure ain't your martyr!... You do it for yourselves!.. I can teach you how... I've got my ticket into the next... and you don't deserve what I can do for you, after you running me through a life of hell... As far as I'm concerned, you are all on your own.. except I will teach you, if you have the capacity to learn, without treating the teacher as a toilet!..

    I know it will find its mate somewhere away from here.. because it has been here before us...
    It hasn't found nor eaten its mate yet... I figure it should be convinced that its next meal may well have been its mate.. and then it will be so very alone that it will know only twice the hunger it has ever known, forever...

    ________________________________________


    So Pirates, there.. Brothers... This theme is for you to get rich-on too...
    Each one write their own take on this theme.. There are to be No copyrights on this theme!.. Just let the rights be flowing and honest, and free, and fun for all.. and everyone have themself a creative money party... And those who make it big with the novels and flics, will share 40% with our less fortunate brethren writers and actors, who haven't made it yet, who are struggling just to eat and be warm... Then we will all jump into the next project.. #2 of 157... And everyone will make a lot more money again... Then into project #3... I see the next five hundred major cinema features of mankind, and the next 500-years special-effects breakthroughs... You get it all free... All I ask is a little respect and honesty, and reasonable dignity, and a little shack by a creek... And I will donate the shack to a chain of the worlds next great writers... and if I can one-day afford it, it will become a town of great creative writers.. and pirates.. they need a good home too...

    Pirates need to eat too... So make it cool for pirates to pirate the CD's.. Give 'em a little break for a change.. from all that the insane legal system meddling and life stifling, a break from all that sewage-class mindless corporate greed... Let 'em do their thang, without it been made a crime, for once, for a pleasant change... They are good people too yah know.. Most of them are warriors... But do it with honor and respect of your creative brethren.. or "Go To Hell!"..

    Then when you've all had your fun.. and made lots of money on my project, you will assist me to establish a cozy little writer's shack, somewhere in a friendly forest, by a fresh clean crisp stream, where I will write up the Biggie.. One so rich that it will likely make a tenth the audience wet themselves in their seats... Theaters will need to boost their liability insurance, to cover for the pissed-on seats, and for the untimely heart attacks, the movie triggers...

    Right now I need an honest super-wise manager, who has leads to those who can dilute my work into mindless-public ape format... I strive for maximum peaks beyond thought.. and I really don't want to play in their mud and shit, anymore, just for to help the mindless-apes begin to fathom a little reality... There are institutions for that...

    Problem is that the publishing world has informed me straightup that they won't touch my stuff with a "hundred foot pole"... They fear my stuff would seriously "rock the boat".. and they are correct... It would very likely force us to build a new-boat, after the old-one sinks in my reality storm...
    Best y'all finds something solid to hang onto...
    Something must be done to get us off this extinction highway... That something is probably me...


    DonaldJ Engel ("cosmicbrat", "extremesciences")
    [email protected]

  • #2
    can someone sum that up for me? I'm hung over to read it all.

    Our ignorance is not so vast as our failure to use what we know. ~ M. King Hubbert

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    • #3


      ok i have read through this as best i can, it is very long and im not sure i 100 percent understand it, but what im seeing is here we have someone discussing past assumably experience and requesting an agent to aide this person into making this public, via film or otherwise.~breathes~ he speaks of other worlds, creatures technology, and abilities, as well as emotional manipulation of sorts....something like that...ohhhh ~cradles head~ im going to go grab a coffee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


      an interesting read, even if it is a little confusing.
      Last edited by covenofkeys; January 17th, 2007, 12:25 PM.








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      • #4
        Yah!.. That's how my head feels too, after writing all that, and having to almost relive it all... Oh.. my aching head and back...

        Try a coffee, little darlin'.. with: a little ginger, and a titch of nutmeg, a hint of rum, some maple syrup, a good shake of v'nella, and a hint of chocolate.. careful to not make it too sweet... and try not to think about it all at once... just in little pieces... It's a biggie...

        Trouble is that it's all true.. and it needs be dealt with, or we is history...

        I posted this in a lot of places today... I'm bets I'm gonna gets a lot of doodoo from it...

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        • #5
          What does your psychiatrist say about your manuscripts and your themes?
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          • #6
            He says, "The mindless ones won't have the slightest clue what you are talking about"...

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            • #7
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              Originally posted by cosmicbrat View Post
              He says, "The mindless ones won't have the slightest clue what you are talking about"...
              Originally posted by The Rules
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              That's quite enough of that.
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              • #8
                Interesting...
                My greatest power is my mind.

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                • #9
                  Well. I FINALLY read all that. It took me two trys, on two consecutive days, and a MONSTER head ache, but I've finally finished it. I can't say I really got much from it though....

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                  • #10
                    Originally posted by cosmicbrat View Post
                    Manuscript one:

                    Late Fall 1983, a young female Bigfoot (Sasquatch) approached my solo campsite. I remained quiet, calm, and totally motionless. It examined my hair, sniffed me, applied a mental force which paralyzed me, and scanned my memories.
                    I became bored, so I scanned its mind.. and found 14 new sciences, and their 1400 untapped technologies, in their unconscious collective...

                    It took me 18 years and approx. 250 edits to finally include all the tiniest memories of that confrontation. I now know the base about their Species, including how to communicate with them and call them, and where to find them. Check out the internet on "Bigfoot" and "Sasquatch". All the web pages combined know nothing about them.. except that the beasts seem like they are primates, and that they might exist...
                    All that and we still managed to edge them out as dominant species. Can't help but feel a little proud about that.
                    This manuscript will probably sell 150 million copies...
                    160 pages, single spaced typed 8x11...
                    You're new to the writing game, aren't you?
                    Manuscript two:

                    A twenty foot fall severed my spinal cord... I managed to get the spinal cord repaired and functioning by myself.... Medical scans show the spinal cord to be reconnected 15-degrees rotated at the breaksite... My legs are now twice as strong, my adrenals are now on call, I am developing Infrared vision, and I can stop my heart at will for as long as I choose, but restart beat bulges up through the ribs, and stings like hell.
                    I teach all this and more in this manuscript... It will save and restore a lot of damaged lives...
                    Do you also tell where we can get a blue body stocking and a red cape?
                    This is the stuff plays and movies are made of...
                    Ya think so, huh?
                    I expect this manuscript will sell 200 million copies, and spark many movies, plays and novelties...
                    Ooooooooh, yeah. You're new to the writing game, all right.
                    This manuscript might sell 300 million copies, or more...
                    Still got the "new writer" smell.
                    It's chock full of easy how to do magic, "miracles", and sorcery...
                    Bad news. Llewellyn publishing beat you to it. Just browse the New Age section of Barnes and Noble.
                    From my mind research, I have enough data to prototype a rough working model of the first engine for floating cars and moon-capable RV's. I plan to finance my first lab by my books sales. I tried to build the engine in my crude workshop, but on the second attempt a small gold-light plasma-accident opened my eyes to the dangers and risks associated with development of this item. For now this project is shelved until I build a safe-lab.

                    I seek an open minded agent to make extremely RICH.
                    Last I heard, inventors didn't use agents, especially inventors capable of all you're boasting. Why not just use some of your Sasquatch technology? Hell, combine that with your superhuman powers and sorcery and you're guaranteed success.
                    They did a lot to pry humanity from religion's evil clutches...

                    It's about a nun principle, who followed through a series of RC schools, who had a small list of kids she wanted killed, for whatever insane reasons.. The bitch hired a huge fellow to exterminate the children on her list... Her henchman made buds with me in elementary school, in grade four... His games were exciting and fun, while everyone else in the world were just as mindless babies to me... I didn't realize he was trying to kill me.. in that he was always setting me up for potentially fatal accidents.. until a couple of his games did seriously hurt me.. but I always healed, and was back for more...
                    Were you rejected at alter boy try-outs or something?
                    His favorite phrase was "eli eli sabachthani"..
                    Yep. You're new to the writing world. Plagiarizing H.P. Lovecraft will get you nowhere.
                    If I were to tell you anymore, I would have to write it up like a Stephen King movie script...
                    Never fear. You're not that good. And those scripts suck.
                    And I know y'all couldn't handle it without using me as your toilet, for you to learn new-stuff, and dump all your old stuff, without a big fight and a grudge, all directed at the teacher.. making me pay for your god dam lessons... No thanks!..
                    Wait a minute. Didn't you volunteer to save us all? Now you're backing out? What gives?
                    That's why I am submitting this now.. given that the publishing world refuses to publish my stuff...
                    They don't publish it because it sucks.
                    Each one write their own take on this theme.. There are to be No copyrights on this theme!.. Just let the rights be flowing and honest, and free, and fun for all.. and everyone have themself a creative money party... And those who make it big with the novels and flics, will share 40% with our less fortunate brethren writers and actors, who haven't made it yet, who are struggling just to eat and be warm...
                    In order to make it big, you'll have to use copyrights. And if you really want to make it big, the arts are a very, very poor choice.
                    All I ask is a little respect and honesty, and reasonable dignity, and a little shack by a creek...
                    Wait a minute. What about that safe lab you wanted?
                    Right now I need an honest super-wise manager, who has leads to those who can dilute my work into mindless-public ape format... I strive for maximum peaks beyond thought.. and I really don't want to play in their mud and shit, anymore, just for to help the mindless-apes begin to fathom a little reality... There are institutions for that... Problem is that the publishing world has informed me straightup that they won't touch my stuff with a "hundred foot pole"... They fear my stuff would seriously "rock the boat"..
                    Either that or your stuff just sucks. The whole "The world is not ready for my work" rationalization is the classic salve for the writer's easily bruised ego. How many submissions have you made? How many edits, revisions, and total re-writes have you done? The tone I get from your writing leads me to believe you've done very little, if any, of this. Writing is not for the lazy. Very few people realize the extraordinary difficulty of sounding your little trumpet in an attempt to blow down a city wall. Apparently you billed your material as non-fiction. The editors took one look at it and labelled you a nutball and moved on to the next manuscript.
                    Best y'all finds something solid to hang onto...
                    Something must be done to get us off this extinction highway... That something is probably me...
                    How can you say something so assanine after showing your total contempt with this?
                    who can dilute my work into mindless-public ape format... I strive for maximum peaks beyond thought.. and I really don't want to play in their mud and shit, anymore, just for to help the mindless-apes begin to fathom a little reality...
                    So even though we don't really deserve it and we're waaaaaaaaaaaayyy to far beneath you to understand, you'll save us. Maybe. If we ask real nice.
                    Let's recap:
                    1. you alone have the knowledge to save humanity, though why you want to is a mystery, given your contempt.

                    2. You alone can create advanced technology.

                    3. You alone have achieved superhuman powers through an accident.

                    4. You alone are privy to a vast and dark conspiracy of cyclopean evil involving eldritch powers from the deepest regions of the cosmos. See, you're not the only Lovecraft fan here.

                    5. You stand alone against this evil conspiracy that means to destroy us all.

                    Toss in that bit about having some hot chick live with and adore you and you have the recipe for every adolescent male's dream. Seriously, when I saw the 12 by your post number I thought it was your age. If you're really serious about getting published, do all the work necessary to clean up and polish your material. As soon as you say, "I don't need to. My stuff can stand on it's own after the first draft." you're sunk. NOBODY is that good. The great writers didn't achieve their status through talent alone. They worked at it with such intensity and devotion that it was more of an obssession than anything else. In fact, some of them ended up in those institutions you mentioned. Then submit it as fiction. In fact, I suggest submitting it to comic book publishers.

                    And learn how to take criticism. I know how painful it is to have your life's work poked and prodded, but if you wish to succeed as a writer, it's an occupational hazard. So is rejection. Most of us have at least one box full of rejection slips from publishers who turned us down.

                    Now I really must know: do you honestly believe all this you gave us? Are you saying this stuff is absolutely 100% true, with none of it fabricated or even exagerrated? Or is this some attempt at a clever sales pitch?
                    "I would rather make the gravest of mistakes than surrender my own judgement." -- Cora Munroe in Last of the Mohicans

                    "Civilized men are more discourteous than savages because they know they can be impolite without having their skulls split, as a general thing." -- Conan the Barbarian in "Tower of the Elephant" by Robert E. Howard

                    "Moral outrage has little effect on a cat." -- Garrison Keillor

                    "There aren't many problems than can't be fixed
                    with $700 and a .30-06." -- Jeff Cooper. Or maybe it was his daughter Lindy. I can't remember.

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                    • #11
                      Just sic the Dirty Reptilian Bumboy on him

                      http://www.tearingdownstrongholds.com/dreamscape.htm

                      There, problem solved
                      "One between two worlds chants, "fire walk with me""

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