Afterlife

By: DEA

Feb 12th, 2020

1st Update – 3,193 words

The sun has just risen. A young boy, around the age of 10, is running through the forest. Scared. In tears.

He has no clothes on except for a pair of dirty underwear. 

Running almost hysterically through the evergreen, he screams and he cries as he dodges downed trees and limbs. His agility for a ten-year-old is uncanny for his age. He doesn’t know where to go. For all he knows his entire family was just killed in the explosion that destroyed his childhood home. He thought if only his dad would have let him help this wouldn’t have happened.

Cut to: Exploded Farm House – Dawn

Private Cooper is still in complete shock. It takes him some time to realize what has happened and where he is at. As he walks through the rubble of the still burning country home, he begins to look for any signs of life amongst his former squadmates. None seem to be alive. He notices a shimmering object that seems to stick out of the pile. He gets closer and realizes it is the sword that Spoon had used in the prior kitchen space. Checking to see if the handle is hot, he touches it with his fingers. The leather grip is cool enough for him to grab. He pulls the sword out and uses it almost like a cane.

Walking around the house, he begins to notice that the werewolves that were killed have now recently transformed back into their dead human carcasses. He worries that they may still be able to heal and wonders if he should try to look for survivors or finish them off with his sword. He does not want another battle like what just happened, as he is still wounded with a limp and a deep cut had that had to be bandaged with a tourniquet. As far as he can tell he is the only one alive from his platoon’s battle with the family of werewolves. 

Although he is wounded and believes he is alone, he worries that some of the enemies are still alive or can heal themselves, thus he begins to move with a bit more speed collecting whatever supplies that he can quickly. He finds a backpack that is half burnt but still useable. He begins picking up random items that he finds around and outside the house. After collecting enough, he darts off into the forest going for the higher ground, hopefully with some view of the house. He reaches this point just to have a safe place to think for some time. 

He looks around for a semi-hidden area. Amongst a group of trees, he builds a small area to rest. From here he begins removing his bandage and notices that the wound is worse than previously thought. At first, he was in shock with adrenaline, but now as he removes the first bandage there is quite a bit of blood loss and the pain kicks in. He bandages himself once again, but finally succumbs to the blood loss by passing out.

Cut to: Later in the day. 

The boy finds himself at a crossroads literally and figuratively. He approaches a stream of water and begins to drink and wash the dirt from his body. Should he return to the house and look for survivors or attempt to continue on and survive alone? He can hunt during the full moon, but can he hunt in human form? His mind went back to his youth.

He remembered his first memory of being with his family on the hunt. He knew that they were hunting elk and he could hear their commands even if they did not speak in a human’s language while changed. As they caught the pack of elk, he remembers the rush of excitement that came from closing in. He remembers his father jumping from the hillside on top of the huge buck. Its antlers must have been at least three foot across. The boy could hear everything, but dare not open his eyes when he saw his father munching down on the throat of the elk for the first time.

He was a few years older when he remembered his first kill. He was roaming around the north side of the big mountain when he spotted a pack of wolves chasing a rabbit. The wolves turned their attention onto him, as he was in human form at the time. They came closer and closer to him until they had him surrounded. He acted like he was going to fight them and then one of the leaders of the pack approached and sniffed for a while. The boy growled and began to leash and arrow. The boy thought they were about to trounce when all of a sudden the head wolf let out a small howl, then turned around and walked away. His entire pack soon followed after. The boy then proceeded to hunt the rabbit with his bow, as he was not hunting in the wolf form at that moment. He pulled back the sinew and let one fly. A perfect shot for his first solo kill. 

His first kill as a werewolf came against a bear that was fighting against his family. He remembered approaching from behind and biting the bear on the ankle, snapping her Achilles tendon. The mother bear quickly fell. Since it was he that made the blow, it was considered his duty to make the full kill. Coming in from the side, he leapt off the ground and went straight for the neck. Grabbing a hold, he pulled away ripping a chunk out of the jugular. The bear moaned and breathed its last breath. The meat was the best he ever tasted while he was a wolf and even later on when he was a human once again. He remembered the pelt he made from the fur and wished he had it with him now.

He would need to take the skills that he learned during this time and put them to use. To save his own life, he would have to find something to eat. He thought about trying to make a weapon out of a stick and some stones from the creekbed. He looked around until he found one that looked sharp enough and plucked it from the water. He knew that he could sharpen it a bit further from granite stone. He noticed one down the creek. Combining the sharp rock with the granite he was able to make it sharp enough to pierce the skin. After this, he looked for any downed pines nearby. He knew by combing the rock with a pine and some tree bark to wrap he would have a weapon in case he came upon an animal or needed to defend himself. Eventually, the staff was complete and he began to walk the creek again.

Heading back in the direction of his home, he reached an area that he recognized. He knew that if he took it all the way north he would not be far from where the home had been. He just so happened to see a small school of fish and thought he would give his spear a shot at catching one. He took his time and remembered to aim above them as aiming directly would miss when shooting into the water. On his first try, he missed. After a small adjustment he hit one of the larger ones straight in the belly. He brought the fish up and began to eat it raw like his dad used to either in werewolf or human form. 

Going a bit further he noticed a nut tree up ahead and gathered what he could find. The fish and nuts were enough for him at the moment. By nightfall, he would reach their house. What would he find? Who might still be alive? If the soldiers were still there, would they try to attack him? He wasn’t for sure. 

Cut to: Cooper’s make-shift forest bunker.

Cooper awoke with a gasp. It was approaching nightfall. There were many bugs around, and he noticed the pain in his wound. He removed the bandages slowly and thankfully he thought the cut had started to scab over. He knew if he didn’t find some antibiotics or some help soon he wouldn’t make it much longer. 

He looked through the small opening down at the house and from what it looked like nothing had changed. He could not hear any movement or sounds except the smoldering and crackling of the fire. He thought about his next move carefully. If he returned and someone was there waiting on him, he probably wouldn’t make it as his wound was getting worse. He knew however it was a chance he had to take. 

He looked at the small amount of supplies he had gathered and began repacking them into the backpack he found earlier. He had one more bandage he wanted to save for later. He found a lighter to use to create a fire and a small apple that had gone uneaten. He thought about eating it but wanted to save it until he was sure he could find more food. Lastly, he had his sword. Using this sword as a prop he gathered his strength and began to walk slowly through the forest back to the house.

He didn’t notice any movement and came around the bend to where the garage used to be. He thought maybe there might be some old medicine cabinets that would have survived the explosion. This might be his only hope if no one was coming to save him.

As Cooper circled the former garage, he was a bit out of breath from the hike down. He was as quiet as possible and knew he would have the element of surprise if anyone was hiding for an ambush. All of a sudden a crack was heard down the near ravine. It had to have been made by a human or animal. He crouched down and waited for what would come.

Cut to: A ravine 

The boy made his way up from the creek-bed towards the house. He tried to stay as silent as possible and approached downwind to block his smell. As he went up the hill and saw the smoke for the first time, he thought about his family again. Images of his childhood flashed through his memory. He hoped that he could find someone alive. At this moment he accidentally stepped on a twig that let out a crash. Hopefully, no one heard him. He kept on going until he reached the first clearing.

He looked around to see if anyone was there, but couldn’t see anyone. He noticed the body of his mother laying between the forest and the former house. He wanted to stay crouched and hidden, but the emotions overcame him and he began to run towards her. He knelt down, put his head onto her chest and began to cry. 

Cut to: Cooper next to the garage. 

Cooper saw the boy rush out towards one of the bodies of the former werewolf. He was a bit confused as the boy was nearly naked with a large staff. “Was this one of the children that lived here? Would he attack me if I were to approach?” Cooper thought. He reckoned that it was better to keep his distance, just in case there were any more hiding and this was some sort of trap.

Cut to: The boy and his mom

The boy started to holler. He didn’t care anymore if someone saw him or tried to kill him. He had been very close with his whole family as they were all that he had. Although he was scared of the soldiers, he knew that if he saw one alive he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from trying to kill him. He could feel that feeling of fury, of bloodlust. Even as a child it was deep within him.

The boy’s idea of heaven was living in the forest with his family forever. He could not believe that his family had just been taken away from him. He thought maybe he was dreaming and tried to wake up but could not. It had just been the past week that his mother told him that if anything ever happened to them he was to run away as far as he could and survive like they taught him. And now how could this be? Crying over his mother’s dead body, he was overcome with anguish. If he found the men who did this, they would not survive, he felt.

Cut to: Cooper

Cooper knew that he had to make contact. If he didn’t, he was probably going to die. Thus, he took a chance with the boy. Steadying himself upon the sword, he moved closer to the boy’s position. The boy was still crouched on his mother. He said in a loud voice, “Boy, I am not here to hurt you.”

The boy immediately jumped up and grabbed his staff, aiming it in every direction. He wasn’t for sure where the voice had originated immediately.

Cooper lifted from his hiding position. “I am sorry for what happened here. It was not my choice…”

At this same moment, the boy began running at full speed towards Cooper. He drew up the spear and threw it as hard as he could at Cooper’s chest. At the right time, Cooper spun out of the direction of the spear and it whizzed on by. Cooper drew his sword as the boy approached in haste. The boy noticed the sword and slowed down until he stopped at the last possible second. The blade was nearly touching the boy’s throat and Cooper, although injured, could have killed him there if he wanted.

“Listen, boy,” he shouted, “I’ve had enough death for one day. I know that you must be angry, but if you want to die then keep right on with it.”

The boy began to calm down a bit and fell to his knees. 

“You killed my whole family. Why should I believe anything you say?”, the boy said in a deep Scottish accent.

“I cannot undo what has happened,” Cooper said. “What do you expect from me?” The boy got up slowly and started to back away. Cooper drew down his sword, reached into his pack and threw the boy the apple. He caught it in his hand, but the boy threw it back. “I don’t need your help,” said the boy. 

Surprised with the boy’s maturity and dexterity, Cooper caught the apple with his open hand. ”What if I may need yours?”, he slowly responded.

The boy thought about it for a second. “Why should I give it to you?”, he asked. He told Cooper that his whole family was dead it seemed. Cooper felt bad but told the boy that even if his platoon had come to this area, he never knew what for.

He was told initially it was a training mission. After finding his former special operations commander ripped to shreds, he was merely defending himself and his platoon from the werewolves who were on the attack.

“What were we supposed to do? Run away? Play dead?”, asked Cooper.

The boy started to cry again. “They wouldn’t have attacked you if you wouldn’t have come here. Don’t you know that?”, the boy whimpered.

They both thought about what had happened. Whose fault was it? It was obviously not the young boy’s fault. It was not really Cooper’s fault that he was in this position either. He was now merely a survivor, trying to find a way out.

“Do you know where any medicine might be?” Cooper asked.

“I know we had some in the house, but it wasn’t for us. We never had to use medicine. When we were cut, we would heal. Do you not heal when you are cut?”, said the boy.

”Yes,” laughed Cooper, “We do heal, just maybe not as fast as you.”

Cooper began to realize the boy knew very little of non-werewolf humans or how they lived. Was it because his family had not taught him or had he not spent much time with “real” people?

“What’s your name kid?” asked Cooper. “My family called my Tenny, short for Tennyson.” responded the boy. “Tenny eh? Well, you can call me Coop.” 

When Cooper realized that the boy was a werewolf an idea came to him. If he could not find medicine or communicate with someone for emergency help, could the boy bite him to turn him? Would it heal him as well? Would he be a werewolf for the rest of his life after he thought? Would it be worth it? Surviving, but deformed? He considered it a last resort but didn’t mention it to the boy yet.

They had to work together, so they would need to overlook what had happened the previous night between his family and the man’s platoon. The boy thought about how many men had come in the past to try and kill his family. How many times had they been victorious, protecting their home and way of life from the outsiders who only wanted to capture his family members to torture and test in their labs? Why was this man successful where others had failed? What was special about him?

Cooper looked at the boy and couldn’t but help feeling a little sadness for his situation. He thought that the boy would probably die out here alone, but maybe he was wrong. Maybe it would be him that would die out here without the help of the boy. He didn’t know these woods, nor where the closest neighbors or villages might be. Perhaps by joining together, this is the only way they would both make it out of there alive. 

Cooper began to ask the boy some questions. “Do you have any other vehicles around this area? Perhaps some that are hidden? A bike maybe?” The boy shook his head that they didn’t have anything like that. He knew they used to have an old 4-wheeler, but that it had been broken down for some time. Maybe if Cooper was a good mechanic he might be able to get it to start. Did they have any gas left from the barn that exploded? Or the house? Neither could be for sure until they looked closer.

Eventually, they decide that they would need to work together to survive and make it out of the forest together.

Cut to: Later on in story

It was not long after this that a helicopter was heard in the distance. Could it be that someone knew they were there? How could they know the area? Could someone have seen the explosion and sent for help? Should he and the boy try to get their attention or let them pass on? Neither could be for sure if they would be their enemy or a friend.

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A Manual for Slayers

In the soon to be future.

A wandering traveler, clad in black, walks along an old dusty road. In the distance, he notices the semblance of a town. Looking worn but healthy, the man has a small pack and wood cane.

As the traveler steps foot on Main Street, he notices multiple tenants rocking in chairs under awnings, like porch monkeys during the wild west. The remnants of the modern architecture mix with dust and smoke to create a feeling of hopelessness.

Near an old post office, a group of teenagers mingles. The man approaches and they begin to get quiet.

“I would like to talk to ya all about slayin,” said the traveler. “Slayin, what the heck are you talkin’ bout old man?”, responded one of the younger boys. With a grimace, the traveler squatted and said, “You’ve never heard of a slayer son? Let me explain somethin’ to you.”

He lays down his pack and sits on an old stump near the kids.

After a few seconds, showing great dexterity he jumps up on the stump and tilts his hat. After looking into the eyes of all amongst the group he says in a strong voice, “There are slayers amongst us.”

“Slayers of what?”, asked a redheaded girl almost jokingly.

“There are many names they have been called. Aliens. Demons. Inter-dimensional beings. It doesn’t really matter. All that matters is that you know that they are here.” “If you don’t believe, you cannot see. If you cannot see, you are destined to fall.”

“How can we fight against what we cannot see?”, shouted a small voice from the crowd.

“That is a good question little one. It is easy to see the enemy in the beings of others, but to see in the way I am trying to teach you, you must see the enemy as it enters within. This is the first step to the way of the slayer.”

“Nonetheless, it is quite difficult to explain to someone how to slay a demon. Once one has been ‘inhabited’, one will either slay or die. Most of the time a slayer’s death comes from his own hand. It is a sink or swim situation. Like a human thrown upon a bull against his will. If he survives, he automatically becomes a bull-rider, just as anyone who survives a demon becomes a slayer.”

“A demon will only come to those who are worth the challenge. A demon will not overtake an ‘easy kill.’ Demons get no pride from overtaking someone who cannot fight back.”

“Where does a demon go when it dies?”, asked the teenage redhead. “At the moment don’t worry about that. What is important is to know how they work. Your lives may depend on it one day.”

“What most people don’t understand is that demons have access to all memories and knowledge that a host contains and thus can make someone believe anything. One day you will realize that the deeply engrained beliefs most have, whether acquired recently or far into the past, probably came from a human possessed by a demon in some way. Thus, we can never be sure of the true reality. Demons are subtle. They are tricksters and almost ALL want something different.”

“How can we know if they are ‘in’ us?”, asked one boy.

“The first major sign of self-possession is random combinations of old thoughts or knowledge. Some revelations can be ‘true’ and explosive whereas some can be completely false, but believable enough for the host to question what reality actually is. Many a man has lost his entire family battling demons, including Hercules.”

“Hercules? Who is that?”, said the redhead. “Hercules was one the greatest slayers that ever existed. And still, he slaughtered his whole family under the possession of a powerful demon, Hera.”

“How are we supposed to defeat demons if people like this Hercules still lost his battles?”

“Although Hercules was strong and could defeat the greatest threats of his time, he did not have what I have and what I can give you,” said the traveler. “And what is that?”, said one of the prettier girls amongst the group. “Wisdom. Without wisdom, which cannot be passed like knowledge, none of you will stand a chance.”

“Demons cannot be seen in a physical sense, but they can be seen “in” other people. Once we learn to recognize it in others, we can recognize if they come within us.”

“Can we be a a slayer sometimes and not others?”, asked a boy. “To be a slayer, we must willingly choose to become one and after that, if one survives, one can no longer ‘leave the game.’ It becomes a life-long role,” said the man.

“This is a red pill, blue pill situation. If one of ya’ll would like to take the first step, this is your warning. It will come a time that you must choose sides. If you can’t handle that, then quit now. Go on with your life and forget you ever saw me. Pray that you never have to see what I have seen. But if you feel that you have what it takes, keep listening.”

A few people wander off, but some stay. An older boy joked with his friend, “I’m about a tick away from beating the fuck out of that dude and walking away.” “Shhh… maybe your possessed,” whispered his buddy.

The traveler overhears, but continues on, “One must learn to ‘pick up’ demons in our day-to-day lives or travels. If one is prepared and ‘clean enough’, a demon may enter. It is a life or death battle. Either you slay or you are slain. We ‘slay” by surviving all mental and spiritual assaults from the demon and not hurting anyone in the process.”

“The question that must be asked is who is guilty when a man is possessed? The man or the possessor?”, challenged the traveler.

“Maybe the man AND the demon are guilty for whatever occurs?” quipped one of the boys. “The demon will always try to ruin it’s target in whatever way possible, including forcing its host to act guiltily. Guilt, however, is established by each person him or herself. A slayer cannot be held accountable the same way a “normal” person may be. They must be properly understood.”

“The man, or woman, who fights demons can never be held accountable for his actions for they are not HIS actions. In this lawless age, the slayer must be his own judge, jury, and executioner.”

“The world that we live in is one where enough freedom must exist for slayers to do what they must, behind the scenes, for the betterment of humanity. That is our sacred goal.” “For in an unfree world, all slayers would be arrested immediately upon any number of suspicions, as many have in the past.”

“Thus one could say, in essence, that the slaying of demons, or otherwise, IS the very basis for the foundation of this world. And IF this foundation ceases to exist, every evil from here to the outer infinity would have free reign in this existence. Thus, the slayers must reign. They must originate. They must rise again and fight for us all.”

“Like all men, you will either succeed or you will fall. As long as you are still alive, you have not lost your battle. Once a slayer, always a slayer.”

After a bit more expounding, the man in black asked, “Who would like to know more?”

A multitude of hands raised up while a small smile came to his face.

“Does anyone have a cup of water before I continue?”

A boy with a water pale approaches and begins to pour water into a cow horn for the traveler to drink.

“Thank ya kindly son. I needed that,” sighed the man as he sipped the horn.

“Even if someone considers themselves a good person or even ‘holy’ or religious, if they are not battling demons consistently, within, then the ‘positive’ change that they believe they are making is probably not big enough to create ‘great change.’ BUT, a pawn removed from the board can change the entire game. Battling demons within IS removing pawns from the battlefield. To a slayer, we see this as the peak of life since it is a means to an end, even if that end we cannot see. It is a natural process that has existed since time began. The demons piled up and all the great slayers died or were forgotten.”

“Our world was destroyed by villains that we could not see. A demon is not a villain. A demon is a demon. Our true villain was the collaboration of certain pockets of humanity with demonhood itself. They found out how to communicate and have been in league ever since to control the world through any means necessary, including destroying those who work against their cause. Slayers work to cleanse these demons and remove the “human” power structure that is in line with this demonhood. Whereas our numbers used to exist across the globe, there is only a hand full of us left now.”

“We count many holy men, prophets, and warriors in our ancestral past ranks. Maybe you have heard of the man once called, “Jesus the Christ?” The children looked at each other to see if anyone knew, but none had heard. “If the stories are true, Jesus was one of the greatest to have taken up the ‘spiritual sword’. Unfortunately, this noble man didn’t make it. A powerful inner demon tricked him into surrendering himself to the authorities. Some stories say that he was crucified, some that he was saved, some that he was resurrected. Those who work for the true Lord, slaying those who have acted against his wishes, have done miraculous things. But many and even the greatest do not make it. This is not meant to be discouraging. It is meant to show you how hard this battle truly is.”

Slayers is a book about a major character who has the ability to slay demons throughout his day to day life, not thinking much of it. Eventually he teaches and trains a whole squad to do the same.

The path to a better world is to cleanse the world of these trickster demons and to teach others how as well.

How can we show a character transition in a season of television that is not necessarily “character development” (although character development may occur), but “demonic development” or the transformation that one can go through in a given period either “becoming possessed” or “defeating the demon” and coming out of possession? This period is not something that can happen overnight, nor over a short amount of time. Most demons take months or years to overcome. The book is about a “normal” person or at least building a premise for what is normal of the main character. As the show and season go on we see the transformation gradually from his “average normal” character into the character merged with whatever demon the character is “fighting” during that season. And eventually, we see the return from the “possessed” state of the character back into the “normal”.

Slayers are not your average or normal novel or drama in that a character goes and battles demons that we can see. It is about a character who goes to places, whether close or far, and demons that are in those areas inhabit him and use him to do their bidding. Through this character’s strength and knowledge, he can defeat them by surviving. How can we portray this in a novel? In a film? Will it bore the audience to death as most are only looking for “external” battle scenes? Would it translate better as a novel or short story?

Would it be better if the character was a soldier? That he does physical AND mental war. Or should we exclude death?

We should not exclude death, but show what these demons do to people they inhabit. Make it a book about suicide, possession, and how some people have learned how to overtake the demons that come within but also that are in others by explaining the knowledge the main character has.

The villains would say that they are in line with demonhood, because that is the true G-d, they believe, as they are what have been visible in society for thousands of years.

Demons can last forever until they are defeated by a slayer. In essence, even many demons would like to find a slayer who can “end their time.”

Questions the slayers must face: Where do demons come from? Are they a created entity or they an entity that has created themselves in the human world?

Potentially, demons come from the spirits of very bad human beings that are stuck in this invisible demon time or dimension after death. Thus the slayer must work against the demons that are from our past and teach people in the present moment that if they die as a “very bad person” they might be reborn as a demon, which might remove their free will, until they are defeated by a slayer.

The Slayer would obviously have a “flaw” in what society would say as a flaw, but which the slayer and other slayers would not call “flaws”, but necessary abilities to survive their fights. A further “flaw” might be seen as alcoholism or using drugs, but if they are used to help the slayer in his survival and victory, they are not actually flaws. The monks of Christianity made beer in order to give them a helping hand against demons in the past.

The MAIN point of slayers is that we learn that nearly everyone that has mental issues, and suicidal issues, is actually potentially possessed by a demon. Thus those who are battling demons are usually “good” people because demons will only attempt to take down those who are a threat to the demonhood, as well as the entity that is connected to the demonhood.

When a demon comes in it can be very scary. Especially if we are unaware of what demons are or do. If we are knowledgable about the subject, then if a demon enters we can recognize it for what it is. For one, it is temporary. No demon can survive in a human being longer than a certain period of time. The only way that one can be sure a demon was in them if they recognize the change within, it residing within and changing thoughts and patterns around, then it leaving and the person returning to normal.

Most believe that people just go “crazy”. That it is a normal thing and can be explained scientifically or psychologically or whatever and yet what has the scientific, psychological, or medical fields done but castigate and remove the idea that demons exist and our physical and mental conditions can be influenced by them?

In the past, demons were common knowledge. People who were more susceptible were also common knowledge. People knew that certain individuals among society were more affected than others and that these people would go through swings of “normalcy” mixed with swings of “possession.” They knew that the men or women who went through these swings were doing a great deed by battling the hidden elements within society. That is why they were revered, respected, and even promoted in society. It is certainly a reversal that we live in now where people who go through these battles are looked down upon by society, they are ridiculed as someone who is “inflicted” or “sick” or a “bad” person, when in reality society just doesn’t see reality or what is going on behind the scenes.

Demon-hunters have been hunted for centuries. Nearly all knowledge of the original culture that these entities and collectives had was destroyed. The world we live in now is a world built by demons for demons. It was never supposed to be this way. The demons have won only because of cooperation by humans either through ignorance or stupidity. It is time to take back the high ground.

A single human demon-hunter who knows what he is doing can not only win the necessary battles in the modern day, they can swing the tide of the entire war for eternity to come. They can ‘dent the universe’ with their knowledge, wisdom, and experience. Why would anyone wish these type of people ill-will, when they so selflessly work for all of humanity? Only those who are allied with the demon-hood would work against someone who was trying to help them.

The Wuhan Rebellion

A boy is sitting in front of his television, watching the news with a bit of awe.

Newscaster: “This just in, we have reports coming out of Wuhan, China that a new type of plague is rapidly spreading. There is no cause for alarm however as the Chinese have declared a “People’s War” and will not allow the contagious disease to spread any further.”

The boy looks up into the kitchen to see his mother working on dinner.

“Mom, have you seen this?” the boy yells.

The mother, fumbling with a large pot, says that she hadn’t heard of this one before, but that the Chinese always had a new disease every few years so it would be nothing to worry about.

The boy hopes that his mom is right and that there is nothing to worry about here.

Weeks later:

Once again, the boy finds himself watching the news.

Newscaster: “This just in, we have reports that the same virus out of Wuhan has spread to multiple countries and the death rate is quite high. But, nothing to be alarmed about. All Asian countries are banding together to stop this disease from spreading further. An agreement has been made to cremate immediately all bodies infected with the plague.”

The boy starts to get a little worried. He thought that these diseases always ended quickly and that the authorities would be able to stop it.

His mother walks in and sees the dead bodies on the screen. “Is this the same disease you was talking bout last week?” The mother asks. “Yes. It is the same.”

The mother begins to look a bit worried. “Maybe we need to buy us some masks, just in case.”

Another week goes by.

The boy finds himself eating a frozen dinner and watching the news:

Newscaster: “This just in, we have our first confirmed cases of the unknown disease in the United States. Someone broke the blockades and landed in Chicago. We are not for sure if the disease can spread through human to human contact, but we will keep you posted. The governor of Illinois is prepared to shut down all flights into and out of the state to keep people from spreading it further.”

The boy looks up and thinks to himself about the trip they had planned next week to the beach. They live outside Chicago and now they might not be able to leave if they can’t fly or drive away.

His mother comes in through the front door and asks him to help her with the groceries.

“Mother, are we not going to be able to leave to go on our vacation now? The news man said that we can’t fly now and maybe we won’t be able to take the bus either.”

“Oh that is ridiculous son. No one can stop us from leaving if we want to.” “I hope you are right,’ replied the boy.

A few days go by:

The boy is in front of his television again.

A map on tv shows exactly where the virus had spread across the world. How it was in Chicago and spreading outward. He flipped through the media channels and was stunned to see the dead bodies all over the world.

Newscaster: “This just in, as we have been reporting on the past few days, not only has Illinois blocked all incoming and outgoing flghts, but now people will no longer be able to leave the state. The virus has been confirmed spreading through Chicago and it is on it’s way to the suburbs and rural areas. If you live in these counties, an evacuation order has been given, but you must stay within the state boundaries.” A list of counties was listed off. The boy’s county was on the list.

The boy gets up and runs to his mom’s bedroom. “Mom, they just said we have to leave our house immediately and go to another part of the state. I thought this wasn’t going to be serious. What are we going to do?”

“Well by God they can’t make us leave, I will tell you that. We will hold up here and fight anyone who makes us move.”

The boy gets worried, but knows his mom has his best interest at heart.

Days later:

The city has been evacuated, but they don’t know how many people have stayed. Him and his mother decide to close themselves in but leave themselves enough space to see through some small holes outside to the street. No cars go by for at least 24 hours.

The boy asks his mother if he could try the tv again since it had been shut down recently from the lack of electricity. She says yes, but once again it fails. Outside they hear a car going by with some form of microphone and speakers.

“Please come out, we are not hear to hurt you,” was heard over the microphone.

The boy and his mother rush to the door and look through the peep hole to see a older white Jeep with three people in it. They don’t look diseased or anything, but actually extremely healthy.

One person steps out of the Jeep and approach their door.

“We are here to help and to tell you that the disease that the media has been spreading is a lie. We are not here to bring a disease, but a cure for all your problems. You can either take it or leave it, but we will keep moving on regardless,” the man says.

The boy looks at his mother and asks if they should open the door.

“Should we let them in?”

The Battle of Naratives

This is a battle of narratives between one group of elites who have no problem killing us all and another who believe they can save us.

Someone is always chosen to be a representative OF THE PEOPLE. Not democratically, but metaphysically. The left consider themselves wrongfully to be the representatives of the people, but it is not true. The people want freedom, not more control. The leaders of the left build worlds that do not help the people, but destroy and kill them. This is their only goal or path. The true right fights for freedom, fights for the ability of the people to support the people, not the elites or politicians. We must learn to be self-sufficient, in all ways, and less dependent upon the system controlled by the elites who merely want to control us, or kill us if that helps them control the population better.

Enough is enough with our psychotic leadership. Worldwide.

You can see that this entire Coronavirus scam is purely a hit job on the whole planet. They got desperate. Pulled the trigger and have failed. What shall we do now? Just keep lookin at each other?

Which narrative will win? When will the side that is in honest defense of these psychos be overthrown by the just side of humanity? Can no one stop this Kraken from attacking wherever it may like? We cannot see our chains, nor who are trying to kill us all.

What has this place become? A echo chamber pushing ultimate doom? Can you not see it is not real doom, but fake doom to push an agenda further?

Look further…

Looks that the US, Britain, and Israel have known about this and tried to work against the plan. Seems like V for Vendetta went off script. At this point, only the UK was supposed to be around. US would have been done with a Hillary election. Israel gonna survive anything but their own internal destruction.

Everyone pushed this so hard.

I still don’t trust the leaders of the above mentioned group, but to not go along with a mass extermination plan gives them a small boost up. Easily could have been pushed by both sides and we are seeing good cop, bad cop.

Hold on tight. Counter punch must come.

The truth IS that anyone that was paid to push this Coronavirus hoax will be found out. That’s why nothing has happened in US. People were waiting for one side or the other to come out on top.

People in high places were waiting to see which way this goes… Anyone that pushes this WILL be held accountable. Thus, no one wants to get caught. Trump, hopefully, has let them know he will find out and hold them accountable.

I think that is why this isn’t spreading in US. Perps know otherwise and who is in charge.

On Syria versus the World

If Russia just allows Turkey to invade Syria, Putin is a coward. How can he allow them to take any part of Syria that has been regained?

Why can’t Erdogan just stay in his own country? Why not allow the air defense to work? S300?

Assad is the most level headed leader in Middle East. Truth.

May God Bless the Assad regime and the battle hardened soldiers of the Syrian people against the offensive of the insane Erdogan.

The Turks have enough territory. Why must they desire more? All their proxies have failed, thus they use their full army? Assad has been hit and backstabbed by every nation in the world and yet still stands. Israel and her proxies hit to the south. Many it seems wish to destroy their own nations just to prove a point. Assad has survived so far, you think his time is now up?!

The Syrian people have had enough!

On The Building of a Dictator

Erdogan is pulling a Castro 1978, sending all unwanted people to the EU and other countries. By decree he has given his citizens visa free access to 11 European countries, and is now actively bussing citizens, refugees, prisoners, anyone in his country to the border of Greece to “invade” the EU.

I hope that Greece can stay strong. They should not allow Erdogan to use human beings as weapons to destroy the EU, nor any other country. These people are not only refugees, but the remnants of the failed terrorists that he has paid for and promoted for years. People are not to be “used” to cause chaos in any country that he sees fit. Praying for the Greek strength.

When one side finally realizes that no matter how hard they push, they cannot destroy the world, they will have realized they finally have “lost,” AND that there is something more to life that they may be missing. We are approaching the end of centuries and millennia of elitist absolute control over a subserviant population. The elephant in the room is that a large portion of a world leaders have no problem killing us all. We must recognize this and figure out what we must do to overcome this problem.

On Bernie Getting Fucked By the Establishment. Again.

Like it or not, we must have at least one anti-establishment candidate in the election. If Bernie loses, we are all screwed.

When you see the entire establishment rise up unanimously against a single person like Bernie, you gotta realize what their plans are and have been. Whatever Bernie can do BAD for the country, it is not nearly as bad as having an entity in existence that can mobilize so quickly against any populist candidates and destroy them at will.

BIDEN IS the establishment. TRUMP has merged with the establishment. There must always be at least one anti-establishment candidate in the election to continue the assault upon the establishment. I don’t agree with Bernie, but I completely disagree with a unified political and media establishment who works and subverts in the night to get anti-establishment candidates thrown out.

Bernie VS Trump or bust! Get out the vote.

Some people want a guaranteed Trump 2nd term, but I don’t see how that helps anyone. I want the election between Trump and the Dem candidate to be close. I want Trump to have to work hard to win. If he doesn’t, we are all fucked. Establishment candidate vs establishment candidate.

I think we should promote diversity of opinion, perspective, way of life and even government. Only by getting people engaged in some way will they eventually find out the way that works for all. All competition is good competition. Biden is zero competition. Walking zombie. Horrible to have an election when no competition. Trump vs Clinto was actually badass and fun because of competition.

This is a battle between the status quo, establishment, or “sameness” versus something that could potentially threaten it. It doesn’t matter whether Bernie wins or not. It doesn’t matter if he does threaten them or not. It only matters that he potentially threatens them and for this matter we must rise behind him and push him over the edge.

Bernie has best shot against Trump, presents best competition. That is why Trump wants Bernie to win the Dem primary. He knows who the tough candidate is and he can see the whole establishment fucking Bernie over even though Trump can do nothing about it. It is all bullshit. All political manipulation. Going on right in front of our eyes. The Dem voters eyes. What they have been fighting against for 3 years! And yet they let it go?! Fuck that.

Thoughts on Modern Political Paths

To be a man of the right we must not look back into what has been, but understand what a world based upon true freedom and natural order can be. It is the left who has always held the reigns on pushing ideals of what the world could be, but they have not held the reigns for what already is. If what “already is” can be explained properly and lived by fully, the left will automatically understand they have been wrong and specifically where they have been wrong. The battle will automatically be over when one understands the true meaning of life and what we are supposed to be doing.

On Healthcare

I haven’t had health insurance for two years and I still think Medicaire for all is a ridiculous proposal. Americans must become LESS dependent upon the system and not more. If the US enforces free insurance or healthcare upon people, which will be paid by forced taxation, people will end up going to the hospital for any small reason, instead of actually trying to take care of their health. This drives up costs tremendously. Furthermore by “guaranteeing” healthcare they are in essence telling the 80 million uninsured in the US they now have free reign to not only live however they like, but they can eat whatever they like, fuck up however they like, and to not worry because they will get free half-assed healthcare from a bunch of people who are being forced to be doctors or nurses. Be a way better system. Sure.

I agree that our healthcare system should not be based upon mass for-profit activities on all scales. Pharmaceutical, doctors, insurance companies. Yes this is ridiculous, but to instead of teaching Americans to take care of themselves, the Democrats and people who promote medicaire for all are doubling down on the insanity of promoting dependence upon government and that anyone in our country can live however they like and will still be taken care of. It’s crazy. Nothing is free!

At the end of the day, health insurance guarantees that healthcare costs continue to rise as it is not the people paying for these incredibly overpriced hospital visits, or treatments, or surgeries, or drugs, but the health insurance companies. If the people had to pay themselves they wouldn’t pay and all these companies who exist making huge cost-plus profits would go out of business or adapt.

Having diversity of opinion and perspective in our country is positive, but having one side or the other constantly destroy the work of the other is another story. At least having a hardcore Bernie crowd and hardcore Trump crowd shows that there is diversity of opinion in this country, but it unfortunately “steals” or encapsulates smaller groups who could potentially build themselves to something greater with proper leadership. It is not impossible for multiple groups of people with various perspectives or opinions to live together, but it becomes impossible when ANY group forces their viewpoints on all members of society. They preach diversity of race or lifestyle, but not opinion or perspective. Thus a federalized society in my opinion will one day go out the window.

Let every state live the way that they want. If they fail, let them fail. Let all states figure their own paths. Future must be based on teaching self sufficiency as much as possible. We should shy from specialization in any specific careers, especially those whose only goals are monetary based. More importantly our economy should never get to a point where people MUST focus purely on monetary based goals or careers just to survive.

On the Election and Anti-War Candidates

If Bernie Sanders were to win the Democratic primary and choose Tulsi Gabbard as a running mate it would be the “realest” and greatest change to our future trajectory possible. It might be the most important decision he ever makes, whether he wins or loses the final election. He would be passing the torch to the “realist” out of the whole progressive movement.

Tulsi focusing on the foreign policy of spending untold trillions overseas wastefully, and pandering to our non-allies Israel and Saudi Arabia among others, COULD win the election for the Democrats. She will pull people from all walks.

She is Bernie’s secret weapon. If he fails to see and take advantage of this opportunity he is in essence throwing the election to Trump.

Anyone other than Gabbard and Bernie has no chance. She speaks truth to power. People love listening to her.

Warren just shrieks and whimpers.

Buttigieg acts like he knows everything but has the Intel and tech community up his bum.

Bloomberg is a wanna be Trump.

Steyer sounded good early on, but can’t help Sanders.

Biden should have dropped out a long time ago. Can’t even make a coherent sentence.

That leaves best option Gabbard.

I don’t care who does it, Dem or Rep, we must cut our foreign intervention and alliances with Israel and Saudi Arabia. They are not our allies, they are our parasites who use subversion to control us.

Trump can’t see this. He knows who put him into power.

Observing The Ego

When observing the ego there is a before and an after. A forgetting and a remembering. Once one remembers and realizes the full extent of the importance, they will recognize a metaphysical shifter and truth to always be aware of. To never forget.

The key of liberalism’s push for individualism to replace our cultures and communities is to destroy any future cultures from arising AND by removing any support for individuals who do not have communities to rely upon. They eliminate not only social groups, but families, until one becomes completely isolated. This is key. If one builds ones own community or CAN do that it completely eliminates the entire goal of said organization who wishes to remove in any way possible voices against their perspective or opinion.

Coronavirus Hoax

Most optimistic scenario I can see available, for the US and world, is that somehow this entire Coronavirus or another virus like it was pre-planned many decades ago. It was purposefully planned to get Hillary elected and then to have China start the virus. Under Hillary she would have already closed the country off and started offing her enemies. Somehow Trump was elected, got a hold of the plan, and more or less has been isolating the US from this fake news plan for the last 3 years. China, or the global elites, got desperate and decided to go through with it anyways.

Instead of Trump and the US letting the cat out the bag and telling people what China and the globalists were going to do, which might have caused it to not happen or people might have been skeptical, they allowed it to happen and knew or believed they could stop it from making major problems in the US WHILE allowing China to fuck themselves thoroughly, wipe out their population, economy, whatever. The US said why not let them do this and we will prepare and reap the economic benefits after when this event will force US manufacturing to rise up and fill the place of Chinese cheap goods.

That’s my most optimistic interpretation of what could be a possibility.

It dumbfounded me at Trump’s press conference last night that everyone was laughing and giggling about the whole situation like everyone knew what was going on and were in on it. I worry about Pence pulling the carpet out from under everyone here and going rogue somehow.

The most important point is to not drum up fear as fear is the mind killer. To me all countries are PUMPING up the fear which is CAUSING panic in their countries. A few deaths here or there and the shelves clear.

Let’s see what happens. Don’t fuck this up Pence.

Future Writing Prompt

Write a story about someone who falls into a rapidly running river that has started in their village because of a dam break. Write them flowing in the water and eventually finding a big enough tree to jump in. Write how they must get situated to survive in that tree for as long as necessary until the waters recede or help comes. Write how they survive and how they worry about people they knew who might now be gone. Write about how they eventually survive and get out of that tree.

Riding’ Big: The Movie

Word up to all my guys and gals who worked on this project.

Along with a plethora of fine individuals, we produced, co-wrote, and co-directed this film venture together. I give salutes to ALL that helped this movie progress forward. We have alternate and multiple endings in the works, as well as prequels and sequels planned.

We are looking for reviewers, buyers, and others who would like to be involved going forward.