So it's finished; I managed to upload all my previous writings of note.
Keep in mind these were written while I was much younger than I am now; and I've entered into a more mature line of thinking and writing since then; though I see where I was coming from and getting at.
From this marker point, down; to the next marker point, which is another blog; explaining "What is to come"; is all previous work; and what you see above this post will be brand spanking new, fresh, original content; about whatever the Hell I happen to be thinking about.
Dark enough to see that Eayae was in an industrial plant.
Large rusted machinery stood around the environment slowly chugging away at their collective task.
As Eayae moved through the world; it became apparent another person was here; always somewhere near by.
Carefully Eayae worked his way through each dimly lit room; when it became clear the other person was in the same room.
Melting out of the darkness came forth the Dark Mad Man; clad in smokey black gray cloaks, a vest, and face concealed by a small unperceptible hat. He had some kind of sharp bladed objects protruding from his torso; glowing brightly with indistinguishable colours.
It became clear the Dark Mad Man's intentions were hostile.
Pulling a blade from his torso in each hand; the Dark Mad Man smirked a sinister smile at him and threw the blades; narrowly missing and busting open near by pipes with the projectiles!
Eayae watched in horror as more blades appeared replacing the now missing pieces.
Reacting to the situation Eayae ducked into the shadows and started to move tactfully around the large motors and gears and using the steam and smoke they made; with this Eayae concealed himself from this evil intruders view.
The Dark Mad Man called out "If you run; I am only going to make it worse!!!"
Cackling he gave chase!
Around the world they played cat and mouse; all the while Eayae's only defence against the blades that kept flying passed his head was strategic maneuvering through the mechanics around them.
It was then that Eayae rounded a corner and found two carpentry hammers; which seemed rather novel.
Picking them up; a renewed sense of ability flowed through him as Eayae now turned the tables; and prey became predator.
Moving through a cloud of white steam Eayae swung and proceeded to pummel his tormentor with the hammers; at which point everything shattered.
And it was dark for a moment.
Eayae woke up in his cell.
Cell number 7; again?
So strange how it is always the same one; Eayae thought to himself.
He spent some time resting and day dreaming while still in his slumbering haze; laying on his hard metal cot.
Getting up; Eayae proceeded to walk out of his cell.
There were no guards.
This being perfectly normal; as there was no need for guards here; because of the complacent general attitude of the prison population; allowed him to move freely about.
Eayae walked out of the cell block and down a hallway; seeing open prison cells lining the way.
There were no doors on any of the walls; or on any of the cells.
Curious.
It was then Eayae heard a familiar voice calling his name; so curiously investigating further; it was soon revealed to be two old friends from long ago; Sunev, and Enihsrats; two loves from his youth; how good it was to see them!
At least Eayae knew some people here.
After the warm greeting all three felt a source of strength develop as it became clear they all had a great level of degree for choice here.
Then another voice called out; and a third friend from more recent times was there.
He had made his choice; and was stepping out of the experiments; however it was not to go live outside the prison; but to sleep in his bed at home.
"It is warmer and comfier there; with big thick blankets and heavy quilts!" he insisted.
That sounded nice; but wasn't really Eayae's cup of tea; he knew what his choice was going to be for where he stepped out of the prison.
The crystal structured city.
It shone in the future.
The geometry of which elicited a healing energy to all that resided within it's parimeter; and held a collective of creativity within the every day that allowed for a state of being beyond the description of words.
A state so abstract; delicately delightful and beautiful; the physical language cannot even fathoming the ability to begin and describe it.
You might as well try to trace a snow flake with a large rock.
Blinking back out of the scenic city Eayae looked around the environment his friends shared.
They each had large beds with mattresses; and shared a large cell with about 30 beds in total.
It had a public toilet.
At this moment Eayae felt thankful for the tiny one person cell and the privacy to use the toilet as the only person in the room.
That's when the two old friends; both stated that it was comfier to live in the larger cells because of the social support and bigger comfier beds; plus everyone there respected everyone else's privacy.
Eayae stated the small isolated cell was more to his suiting; and they each gave him high five in response.
That's when curiosity led him to the more recent friend.
He stated once again he was leaving prison; no longer wishing to be part of the experiments that took place there.
He was going home to sleep in his warm comfortable bed again for awhile.
He offered his larger cell bed to him; but Eayae politely declined as he preferred cell number 7 and thus; set out to return there. The choice was everyone in the prisons.
The lack of doors was strangely unappealing; as it left for no way out.
As long as they consented and chose to be in the prison; experiments would be performed on them.
Along the way it did occur to him finally that the amount of beds varied by room; but they all had one toilet; more and more Eayae appreciated his solitude in cell number 7.
There were still no doors on any of the cells.
None.
All felt comfortable there; despite of how uncomfortable it was.
Strangely appealing; and nice; despite the incredibly dangerous experiments and general living conditions of the prison.
In and out there was a shift in prisoners all the time; all very much happy to be there; and all very happy to leave.
However many forgot about their ability to choose their time spent inside and so sat waiting for anyone to help them; often times prisoners who remembered this would explain it and end up confusing other prisoners ; which cause massive out breaks of panic and disorder due to the misconstruction of information of the course of time.
These outbreaks would often settle themselves through eventual discourse in opinion in the general panicking masses.
Eayae walked back to cell number 7 and laid back down on his bed; closed his eyes; and fell asleep; knowing when he would be ready to choose to step out of the cycle and back into his own free willed domain.
Deep, blue fog had rolled in that morning; and no one was around the city in it.
Not since a few months ago.
A fog has settled on the city one day and everyone that went out into the streets vanished.
As if they got lost in their own city.
No one had seen any of them since.
Yet he could hear foot steps outside.
Someone was running; and fast, but not in any particular direction.
The man with his hat on, leaned out the window to look around.
As foot steps drew closer he realized they were panicking; whoever they were, from the pattern of their footsteps alone.
Suddenly a cry cut through the fog!
"HELLO!!! Can anyone help me!?! Someone??? IS ANYONE OUT THERE?!?!" came the call.
The man with the hat decided he was, indeed, THERE.
So he called back out.
"Come towards my voice!!! I will meet you at the doorway!!"
"No!! NO MORE DOOR WAYS!!!" came the response.
Slightly odd; he thought to himself as he left his abode and walked down the hallway to the staircase that led to the main door of the complex he lived in.
Upon opening the door and entering the fog; he could feel a sudden sensation of bodies, and people swirling and moving around him everywhere.
No wonder everyone was staying inside.
"I am over here!!!" he called out again
This time there was no response.
Walking out further into the fog, he soon realized it would be best to not leave his block or wander too far; for some reason his mind has started swimming and filling with abstract thoughts and ideas; none of which he had ever really experienced before.
Upon rounding the corner of his building he found the women huddled up in the corner of the dingy alleyway; behind the dumpsters.
"Please! Help me!!!" she whimpered while reaching out towards him.
His mind started reeling with the possibilities of this.
Was she some strange homeless person, a murderer maybe?
What kind of thoughts were these; he had to get it together and see what was happening.
Approaching her he said:
"Come in out of the fog if you want; but we gotta go through that door over there." he pointed towards the entrance of his building.
"Okay, okay, okay... Just get me out of the fog; please!" was the implored answer.
Upon entering the building and settling down on the couch, she started shaking violently from confusion and fear.
She stared down at his fancy rug.
The intricate patterns on the floor seemed to hypnotize her.
"They took me there!" she exclaimed with a sudden realization; and pointed towards the rug and a design on said rug that depicted strange wheels, bands of colour and intertwining patterns of lines.
"Who took you there?"
"The others! They said we all forgot about them; and our reality was disconnecting from theirs!"
"Um... Oh yeah?"
"That`s why they took us all! They took us to remind us that our reality is not just what is here; and what we perceive!!! I want to go back, I want to go back so bad! To the warmth and splendor of their world!!!"
"Well I guess your stuck here for now... How did you get there anyway?"
"My friends and I... We were out walking around one night in the fog, when everything started to shudder and bend; that`s when the doorways opened and pulled us in! Everyone is still back there; they sent me back to tell others about this place and the beings and people there! If we destroy our world here, or move away from theirs too far everything will collapse!!!"
They all stopped; and didn't turn on their clocks.
Some went to work; but did so with a smirk; and kept the lights off; even in the park.
The cities laid dark; and silent except for the socializing of people out and about.
Cars stayed stationary; no one was going to drive them; and if they did; a mob would swarm the car and quickly disable it by any means necessary.
Everyone simply had enough.
Enough taxes.
Enough rising prices of fuel.
Which in turn; due to their social reliance on the substance of oil; caused the price of everything to sky rocket.
Soon millions were homeless.
It started as a slow slide; then a pouring of people simply unable to afford the capacity to live.
Then one day everyone simply collided and agreed that enough, was enough.
Like a game of pop 500 in the park in the olden days; before video games roped everyone into socially retarded
states hidden away on their couches.
No one turned on any lights and turned off all the appliances.
Transformers and substations across the countries started exploding from the surges of backed up electricity!!!
The people remained calm; knowing they had to in order for panic to not break loose; once panic and chaos broke
loose the Army would be unleashed; quickly ending any and all chances at freedom.
THE PEOPLE HAD TO STAY CALM.
Soon; The System opened lines of communication; stating their compliance.
Large magnetic resonators were being installed; and the oil industries assets seized for massive violations of
human rights and crimes against humanity.
Done were the days of environmental murder; and oxygen genocide; all in the name of profit.
However - the monetary hole left in the economy caused massive job lose and huge unemployment rates.
The People were desperate; it looked like everything they strove for to save the planet was costing them in the
long run the vary freedom and dignity they wanted to enjoy sans pollution.
That`s when; at North America's darkest hour - - -
JAPAAAAAAN!!!!!!! KICKED IN THE BOARDROOM DOORS!!!
That's right!
Japan.
Japan said to the now Free North America "We would also like to not use oil; as it is simply no good!"
Because Japan was smart; they had taken steps long ago by investing their research into advanced robotics; like what Tesla had around 1890 or so.
Japan offered the Free North America "Melt down your refineries and big steel cars! ALL OF THEM; for they are useless now! With the metal build: ROBOTS!!!"
So The People of Free North America melted them all down into robot parts.
The robots were put to work on EVERYTHING; except the jobs people actually enjoy.
They were all plugged into the walls by extension cords so if they ever wished to rise up like in Terminator; they could only go 20 feet or so before simply switching off.
Because no one had a job; no one had any money; and because no one had any money; it didn't exist.
So now each and every person in the now Free World Organization; which wasn't organized at all; except in the fact that no one had anything in particular to do with all the robots working and such; had the freedom of a seven day weekend.
All the time.
Many sat bored for months.
Unsure of what to do with themselves and not having a boss to tell them what to do all day.
Eventually many reached a state of enlightenment by accident with all the sitting around and thinking about thinking.
Many simply made a lot of art.
LOTS OF ART.
Entire sky scrappers were transformed into 100 story canvass.
Many others took up gardening; and soon large sphere domes were built out of the remaining scrap metals.
The sphere domes could hold an entire city in them; and withstand incredible storms of immense magnitude.
Massive lots of land lost to concrete sprawl and city decay were consumed by wilderness which grew close and dense right up to the edge of each dome. With these domes being the hubs of humanity roads were almost forgotten; as only one or two were required from each city to the next. Inside people got back and forth with ease; and could go out to the woods within minutes of anywhere in the building; so humanities connection with nature soon flourished again. Many people moved back out to the woods to live in small cabins and traditional tribal ways; eventually creating a balance within the domes for further population expansion. The crystal cities rose again using the harmonics of nature to power their society; without any poisonous chemicals or processes.
The animal kingdom grew back; and Earth finally could breath again.
It was as if a blanket of fear had finally been removed from a long smothered child.
Humanity was then free to focus on advancement once again as a whole.
My plan to free humanity. Giant Positive Magnet - EVERYTHING requiring power armed with small negative magnetic rotor; thus everywhere the positive field is creates power where ever a negative falls within it! Everything has power everywhere! Roads between cities equipped with positive magnetic lines; allowing an unlimited vehicular range of travel. Where do you want to go today?
The harnessing of guns can be the difference between an entire civilization prospering and expanding, or being swept away. You can stay alive another day through the correct application of your gun, or blow your foot off by accident by being dumb with it and not paying attention to what you are doing.
Never point the gun at anything you do not intend to hit with a round. Your focus, control, and capabilities are your direct responsibility; no one and nothing else can be blamed for a round going where you pointed your gun.
Allow only trusted, responsible, capable people handle your gun. Never let just anyone play with you gun, for they will inevitably blow you away, prolly by accident.
There are times when the gun is out, and times when the gun is put away. To leave a gun laying around is going to lead to a random person picking up the gun and doing something stupid with it.
Some people HATE guns, for no other reason then the choice of application some humans have used them for. Guns don't kill people; people that go ape shit kill people, and professional soldiers, mercenaries, police, prolly the Pope if he had the chance (Actually the current Pope was a member of the Hitler Youth, so he more then likely has...), anyone defending their house, home, or nation, and a wide variety of people, such as myself; who enjoy target shooting for the skill based aspects of it.
To quote Agent Cooper regarding golf: "I enjoy it's precision."
Keeping your gun clean and well maintained will not only improve it's performance and capacity for inflicting maximum round output, but also keep it from exploding in your hands while you unload down range.
Know your gun inside out at that, know the pressure of the trigger, the pull of the overall weapon, which way is the most comfortable to place everything, which position is best for you to fire from (My preference is a cross legged sitting position, using my left arm to keep tension across my knees, with the rifle balanced in the left hand shooting right, it takes some practice to get used to, but essentially makes your body a mobile shooting rest for superior accuracy.), how long it takes you to reload, what noises it makes, what mechanisms are at work within it, and so forth.
