Behind the deep purple mountains the sky was on fire, blood red
shadows pulsed across the snow covered pine trees. Flames crawled up
into the night sky and were swallowed by the stars. I was at the edge
of time, the end of the world, the only living man in a Land of
“Join us!” the Spirits cried.
I started to climb the Mountain. The icy rocks cut my hands, yet I
felt nothing. When I reached a ledge I could see the silhouette of two
figures wrestling atop the Mountain. A shaft of fire illuminated them
for a second, it was Jesus and Satan locked in a fatal embrace. I
reached out towards them and nearly fell from the ledge into the
flickering abyss below.
“Jump!” the Spirits cried.
“Why?” I shouted in anguish.
“Join us!” the Spirits pleaded.
“I cannot!” I screamed and fell to my knees. “I cannot”, I whispered
as I knelt.
Jesus and Satan were swallowed by the fire and then suddenly it was
night. Cold kisses were upon my cheeks. My eyes were stinging. I heard
someone crying only to realize it was me.
“Come back” I heard myself say. I was filled with a deep, deep
loneness, as if my dearest had passed away.
“Come back” I opened my eyes just to catch a glimpse of a tunnel of
light disappearing into the deep black of space. I reached out, trying
to pull back this vision. The stars seemed to fall from the sky, it
I staggered to my feet and made my way through the woods. Waist deep
snow drifts were illuminated by an ambient blue moonlight. The trees
were inky black against a white silent landscape. I did not know where
I was going, but I was sure that I was being lead in the right
direction. My heart heavy with a nameless loss and my mind was reeling
from all I had seen. I tripped over something like a rock and landed
in a cloud of snow. I moved my arms to my side and pushed myself up.
There in the snow was the impression of a fallen angel; under the snow
was a patch of pavement. I had found the road.
I slipped and skidded my way down the mountain road. To one side was
a forest, to the other a cliff with no visible bottom. Just a few
posts along the side of the round marked the boundaries of the
pavement. In the distance I heard the roar of some motor. Moments
later I saw ever growing pinpoints of light making their way towards
“Snowmobiles” I whispered into the night.
“We found him” I heard someone say.
“Bring him down” crackled a voice on an unseen radio.
A snowmobile pulled up to me.
“Get on” the driver motioned to the back of the sled. I threw my leg
over the seat and we were off.
I was back on earth.
THE BIG BANG
At the speed of thought, infinite suns form and explode, radiating
from the eternal womb and leaving pockets of matter in its wake.
Inconceivable awareness of no certain origin tore through the void.
Tides of shimmering gases chase the ever expanding blackness, swirling
and colliding like luminescent paints thrown to sky, unbound by
As the ballet of light and matter danced across the Heavens, the
first children came to delight and serve the One. These Angels were
like a bit of dust tossed from a Lion’s Mane, born of the wind with a
trace scent of its origin. They would observe as the structure of the
Universe unfolded, midwives to all Creation.
The Master Architect’s plan was spun from a future of no beginning and
no end. What had yet to happen was already preordained. Circles
intersecting circles that formed clusters that became simple then
complicated structures. The Universe was literally falling into place,
an endless tumble into the future that had already become history.
Light marking the passage of time…
Echoes of the Creation trapped in light waves. A Cosmic Diary, a
Divine Blueprint, the fertile seed of the One that was neither born or
conceived. Through telescopes, microscopes, spectrum analysis,
measurements of radioactivity and sophisticated scientific devices,
mere Mortals try to glimpse of the Mind of the Creator, yet no one
could fathom the most fleeting presence of the One that renders all
Mortals humbled to the point of being less than nothing.
Even the First Children could not fully comprehend the One, they
would quarrel amongst themselves as to who best could serve the one
and acted as a buffer for those who followed. The First Children loved
the One and knew no other Father.
“I WILL BE!”
The Future was already the past, all things were written and the
curtain lifted across the Universe. The Children dwelt in the Valley
of the Stars to both observe and be in the play. Only the One could
remember the Future, to all others what was to come was a complete
The Creator soon turned much of His attention to Mortals. Many of the
First Children were jealous and soon the quarrels became divisions.
The War of the Heaven’s began. Mortal Souls became pawns to be tempted
through their assigned lives. A Mortal’s actions could very well
determine the course of the War. This is quite troublesome, for
Mortals have no recollection of the Past or the Future; even the
Present is a great challenge.
This is the story of Mortal Life, as witnessed by Angels and Devils
on a stage Created by God.
It could have been a dream, but how could a four year old even think
of things like space ships, angels, souls waiting to be born?
I have heard that humans only use about ten percent of the brain (I
use much less according to the word on the street), so does the other
ninety percent hold hidden memories? Have the footsteps of some past
ancestor left etchings deep in the caverns of our memory? Has a record
been kept, our own black box flight recorder, tucked away in the
fragments of our DNA? All these speculations mean very little to a
four year old.
At four everything is new and finally within reach, well almost
within reach. Just like the cookie jar, the moon is just a little too
far, even on the tips of shaky toes. Yet all children stretch their
tiny fingers, hoping to grasp the shiny orb of the night sky. How much
fun would the moon be! To hide the moon under the night sheets, bounce
it across the floor, roll it down the hallway and most importantly,
learn the secrets of the Man in the Moon.
One evening, just as the little boy was falling asleep, he heard a
big commotion outside. He jumped out of his bed and went to the
window; an orange light bathed him as he squinted at a suddenly bright
night sky. What he saw was amazing! The moon seemed to fill the entire
sky; it was so close that people could actually jump onto the moon.
The little boy pushed the window as hard as he could and got it to
open just big enough for him to wiggle out. He was a little worried;
he had never been outside at night before. Mommy and Daddy might get
mad! He was not supposed to go outside without permission. The moon
beckoned and the Boy thought very hard about what to do. He quietly
stepped over to his parents window and whispered,
“Mommy, Daddy, if you are awake, I am going to the moon. OK?”
“Mommy, Daddy, are you sleeping? Don’t wake up because you will get
mad.” They really did not like noise at night. Daddy would always say,
“Be quiet in there!” or Mommy would say “Shh, or you will wake the
dead.” which was always very funny.
Still there was no sound. Perhaps his parents had already gone to the
moon. Why would they go without him! It wasn’t fair! Maybe they forgot
him! What if they stayed on the moon so long it was chased away by the
sun. He would be all alone! They would be scared or lost! They might
jump off in China and have to adopt a Chinese baby! What if the
Chinese were already on the moon? Of course, that is why the moon was
so low, it was weighed down with Chinese People. They are always
hungry, they must want the cheese! He had to save his parents from the
Chinese Moon Jumpers! Noise or no noise he had to save his Parents
from certain doom!
The moon did not seem so big anymore. Could it already be on its way
to China? What to do? The little boy found a piece of rope and his
cowboy pistol in the back yard. He was ready to take on the escaping
moon and any Chinese Moon Jumpers he could find. He ran towards the
moon and then stopped suddenly. He forgot about the great big fence.
“I’ll use my rope!”
He kept throwing the end of the rope onto the fence, but nothing
“Just how do the cowboys do it?” he wondered. “Oh, they make a big
circle at the end of the rope!”
So he made a circle with the rope and tied it all together, just like
he would tie his shoes. Satisfied that he had done it just like the
cowboys he took the rope and flung the whole thing over the fence. The
little boy stared for a while. He figured something wasn’t quite right
with his plan. He had to get the rope back and try again. Then he
remembered how a puppy had gotten into the yard. The puppy had dug a
hole under the fence. So he crawled through the little puppy hole and
was on the other side. He soon found the rope and was just about to
throw it back over the fence when he looked up and noticed that - the
moon was getting away!
“I have got to catch the moon!” he thought and moved towards it,
fearing that the moon would escape with his parents. Just then he heard
strange voices. The little boy slipped into the shadows and crept as silently
as an Indian. He could see that the voices were coming from some
people dressed very bizarrely. They wore all black, with shiny zippers
and medals hanging from their jackets. They had little beards, long
shiny hair that they seemed to be constantly combing and big black
boots. The little boy got closer to hear what strange men were saying.
“Yea man, like those tunez were real smooth.”
“Cool and smooth, those catz man, layin’ it down.”
“Rockin’ the bebop baby.”
“Chinese men!” the little boy exclaimed.
“Waz’at?” one of the men said as they moved towards the shadows were
the little boy hid. The little boy started to back away when he
remembered his cap gun. He jumped out of the shadows brandishing his
pistol and trusty rope.
“Whoa!” said the startled men and they stepped back, puzzled by this
little boy in pajamas waving a small gun.
With determination the boy commanded, “You cannot take Mommy and Daddy
to China, get my parents off the moon right now!”
“Man, this kid is flipped.”
“Waz’at??” asked one of the men, pointing at the gun.
“I don’t speak Chinese” said the little boy, “speak English!”
The men started to laugh, the little boy started to get very mad.
“What is that in your hand?” asked one of the men.
“It’s my rope and my official Roy Rogers cowboy pistol”
“What you gonna do, shoot us and tie us up?”
The little boy knew he needed bullets, but these moon-jackers from
China didn’t know that. There were still a couple of Super Bango Caps
for most cap guns in the pistol. Perhaps he could fool the Chinamen.
He pointed the pistol in the air and..
“Oh crap, lights are comin’ on”
Lez split man.“
Down the street the black leather clad Chinamen ran. Black silhouettes
briefly illuminated by lights coming on in the neighborhood. Men in
bathrobes started to come out of suddenly thrust open front doors.
Women were peaking out of windows. Suddenly from across the street a
door opened and out came a woman in a robe, her hair in curlers. She
was holding a broom as if it were a rifle. She spotted the little boy
across the street and pointed the broom in his direction.
“Mean Mrs. Neary!” exclaimed the little boy. He mustn’t get swept up
by that terrible broom, a thought he might find terribly amusing if he
survived this night of terror. The little boy ran, but he was not fast
enough, Mean Mrs. Neary had already grabbed him by the back of his
pajamas and lifted him off the ground. Maybe she was a witch! He had
heard someone say she was a real witch. She did have a broom! Witches
eat little boys, oh no, the little boy was doomed. His parents
kidnapped by Chinamen and taken to the moon; now he was about to be
eaten by a witch. He had seen what condemned men did when facing
certain death. The dangling little boy turned to the witch and said,
“I demand a last request”
“What? What is that?” asked a puzzled Mrs. Neary.
“I demand you get on your broom and fly to the moon and then you can
“How dare you, where are your parents”
” They are on their way to China. “
‘We will see about this, come with me.”
Well the little boy was in no position to refuse, suspended in the
air, hanging in his sleepers, in the icy grip of the witch! So this is
what it is like to die. At least he would die a hero. Only one thing
left to do before going to heaven. The little boy turned to the witch
“I would like a cigarette please.”
“Is there no end to your impudence? You are in plenty of hot water now
The little boy was stumped! He was not sure what impudence was, but it
sure sounded like he was going to get a bath! No wait, not a bath, he
was going to be made into soup. Little boy soup, how awful, he would
have to sabotage the Mean Mrs. Neary’s plan. Suddenly he had an idea!
No witch would ever eat him-he had a secret weapon!
“I am going to poop in your soup!”
“I should wash your mouth out with soap!” said Mean Mrs. Neary. She
had a plan! She must have dealt with the threat of poopy soup before.
Of course he had heard of the old wash your mouth out with soap trick
before, but never thought the soap could come out of his rear, this
was truly the end.
Suddenly the little boy realized that he was at the door to his house.
There were lights on inside, the door swung open and there was
“Mommy!” said the little boy, looking a bit like and airplane dangling
from Mrs. Neary’s outstretched arm. The little boy was plucked from
Mrs. Neary and was glided to the floor. Mrs Neary put her hands on her
hips and shouted,
“I found him playing out back. Why he woke up the entire neighborhood
with that cap gun. What was he doing out at this hour! And what a
mouth on that boy!”
“I am sooo sorry Mrs.’ Neary, Young Man-what were you doing out of
your bed! Wait till your Father hears about this-he is out back right
now checking on all the noise we heard. We were worried sick! You get
right into your bed this instant!” and she whacked him on the fanny in
the direction of his room. Her voice and Mean Mrs. Neary’s muffled by
the door he closed behind him. The little boy climbed into his bed and
“Maybe next time I’ll just leave them on the moon.”
More Secrets – An open letter to The A Deck
There is no such thing as the speed of light. Light energy merely
travels at the speed the Universe allows. The Universe is a fluid.
Particles surf the flows of the Universe. Light particles can only
move as fast as the flow of the Universal tides.
Most folks agree that the Universe started as a “Big Bang”. Many
spiritual documents (like the Bible) allude to some sort of instant of
Creation. Some astrologists have measured “Red Shifts” (measurements
of light refractions that indicate whether an object is moving towards
or away from a specific point) and conclude that the Universe is
expanding. Expanding is good, while contraction is probably counter
productive to life as we remember it (I digress). The expansion of the
Universe is exactly the same speed as light can travel, as light can
only move as fast as the Universe can expand (or contract, as we will
So what was the Universe like before the “Big Bang”? We only have to
examine so called Black Holes for the answer. Rather than being
contracting stars, these are remnants of the Universe before the “Big
Bang”. Just as we may bury our darkest thoughts, Black Holes are
fragments of the creation process that resist expansion. Theologically
it could be argued that these are parts of the Universe that are
consciously suppressed or even resist expansion. As much fun as it is
to travel down that path (and the foundation of many epic tales) it is
important to note that no light escapes from a Black Hole. Only X Rays
seem to emanate. This is interesting, why would anything emanate from
a negative source? How is an X Ray different from a Light Wave? How
can a Light Wave seem to flow into an object and disappear? Why don’t
I like tomato soup (even after repeated tries)?
Remember that I said the Universe is a fluid? How could I make such an
outrageous statement? Other than copious amounts of mind altering
chemicals (actually, your mind cannot be altered, only modified) it is
through observation that most theories are developed. There is no such
thing as a vacuum in space. It is very easy to prove. If you were
floating anywhere in our solar system (let’s say about 500 miles over
Saturn) and you help up your hand, you would see your hand (or at
least glove-we will put you in a space suit). You see your hand
because of the light of the Sun. Why does the sunlight travel out from
the sun, why doesn’t it just stay in one place? Why does light travel?
The answer is that the leeching effect of the fluid of the Universe
actually pulls light particles away from its source, but not quite the
way you would think.
If I place a drop of water on a paper towel, the water spreads out as
far as it can be absorbed. Now if I suspended a solid, like grape kool-aid
in the water I would see that the stain would be darker in the center
and lighter as it spread out. Our Solar System mirrors this drop of
kool-aid, it is more dense in the center and lighter as it spreads out
(with the Gas Giants and water in the form of Comets at the extreme
edge of our Solar System). Now imagine this paper towel as the
Universe before the “Big Bang”. The paper towel is the fluid in which
the Universe is suspended; the paper towel is completely saturated
with kool-aid. The kool-aid is evenly dispersed among the fibers of
the paper towel, but at some point, the solids in the kool-aid (let’s
say the sugar) begin to merge together, forming crystals and begin to
precipitate. Since the universe is three dimensional (at least) the
precipitation falls out from the center of the event, causing more and
other reactions. This is the “Big Bang”. Now whether or not the paper
towel dissolves and becomes part of the stuff that becomes matter is
immaterial (unintended play on words) because matter behaves as it is
still suspended in a fluid. Eventually the fabric of space will return
to it’s original state, or will eternally fall away from itself.
Many scientists believe that space is curved while space is actually
straight lines moving outward from the center, making the furthest
reaches appear curved. It is likely that the universe is expanding at
an equal rate across it’s circumference, but it is just as likely that
the density of the suspended materials are uneven and take longer or
shorter times to precipitate causing the edge of the Universe to be
uneven or oblong. Space may appear curved because matter wants to form
in the center of pockets in the fabric of space.
Matter attracts matter. Matter collects in the cradle of a wave, like
water collects in a paper towel. Matter can come together as an atom,
or even components of an atom. As an atom forms inside little pockets
in the fabric of the Universe, the fabric behaves like a fluid and
ripples to accommodate the newly formed matter; these ripples toss
other matter around until only mater of the same mass rides along the
same ripple (or wave). Groups of lighter mass objects attract a single
or equally balanced mass (like H2O). This is like smaller waves within
larger waves. Each long wave is composed of waves radiating from a
central point yielding an unlimited (or nearly infinite) amount of
points that radiate in all directions, but each of those points
radiate from the Center of the Universe. That is to say that any point
in the Expanded Universe is a mirror image of the initial “Big Bang”.
This is because that is how the Universe behaved at the beginning and
there is no other behavior to modify it to do anything else. Just as
the Universe expands outwardly infinitely (but is not infinite) any
point in the Expanded Universe wants to pull towards itself. Since the
expanding Universe is out of balance with the part of the Universe not
yet precipitating, the Universe will keep expanding until it is pulled
back by the same force that created it.
Therefore you are free to roam the Universe, however not everything is
free, like this web site. A few folks have offered to chip in and keep
the site going (until I can get back on my feet) but have not been
able to do so. Our yearly fee is coming up and I am starting to get a
little paranoid about the end of this Universe. Many hands make light
work; just a few dollars from you could keep us flying for another
year. I don’t like asking for help and I really hope this is the last
time I will have to. Please either write or Paypal to this address:
firstname.lastname@example.org - everyone that helps out will get a nice
Up next: Why there is no such thing as anti-gravity-real interstellar
transportation devices-shortcuts to there> X Rays and Black Holes
To be continued,,,