Thursday,Dec 28 2006, 03:51:58 AMA Whole Lot of Me

A Whole Lot of Me

By: Clifford Latta, 2006

 

When I bite my tongue and spit out the tiniest trace of blood I am looking at millions of replicas of that original fertilized egg that became me. None of the original egg and sperm are present, just the code...but it is exactly and precisely ‘me’.

Since that first packet of sperm DNA and the egg DNA met to start the process of ‘me’ I have been trillions upon trillions of cells and somewhere in that shifting, ever changing maze of countless trillions of cells, all hanging together to move me and feed me and protect me and procreate me, my personality somehow maintains an integrity that defies reason. My memories, who I am, what I like, my dream...my insubstantial dreams...are all woven through time so that I can continue to exist. How is that possible? There isn’t any physical thing here that was here a few years ago and yet the impossible feat of continuing ‘me’ has been realized. In spite of this house of mine being torn down and rebuilt many, many, many times the inhabitant has remained. The house has been continually torn down and built around me and continues to be torn down and built around me as I type these words.

Quantum Mechanics tells us, through some of the most brilliant people to ever have lived, that the world that I seem to inhabit doesn’t exist...not like I see it...not like you see it...not at all like it appears to be.

Quantum Mechanics tells us that an inconceivable, multidimensional event may be taking place that we can only measure mathematically and, perhaps, to some degree, experience through spiritual insights. Never can we know but we may be able to move toward and some how feel just a hint of the hugeness of what we are involved in.

A conjecture: If there are trillions of me living every possible experience with just a dab of my soul in every one of us then when this physical packages dies in all the worlds my soul stuff will reunite into a totality which then will contain all possible lessons of life. Like the Sanatra song, I will have been a pauper, a king...and beyond to a mass murderer, a child molester, a priest, a saint, a...and there is no limit...it all depends on the number of lessons that must or can or should or will be learned.

A young friend of mine is picking up quite a bit of me and incorporating it into who he is. He, too, moves forward into the multidimensional world of endless possibilities taking a small slice of my soul with him...so my soul can learn the lessons he will learn. Perhaps, ten or twenty years from now, when he may be teaching some children to make drums, he will talk about me saying something like, "This old dude, Grey Wolf, was instrumental in teaching me to be a drum maker and a good human being." Twenty years later one of those children may be teaching some distant group of kids to make drums. He may say something like, "My mentor spoke of a Shaman named Grey Wolf who said, ‘If I plant a tree in the morning, make a drum in the afternoon and die in the evening, it will be a good day’’’ How far does soul stuff go in its quest to complete the circle? We can’t know; all we can do is pay attention to the moment.

Thursday,Dec 28 2006, 03:36:56 AMCRESTORS

THE CRESTORS (A movie idea)

 by

 Clifford Latta

 The first, few paragraphs define my feelings about the future of the human race.

A stone in the hand of a Palestinian, an ax in the hand of an African Hutu or Tutsi, explosives in the hand of Iranian terrorists, fertilizer and diesel fuel in the hands of extremist militiamen, an Uzi in the hand of an East LA gang member...it's all the same. The human race fractionalizes by nature. We want to be a part of a definable group with which we share commonality. Couple that need with the guarantee that among every group there will always be those who want, and are able, to rise to power and you have a no-solution problem. Those two aspects of the human condition, gregarious, special interest clustering and strong characters rising to power makes all hostilities between groups similar, dangerous and certain.

All over the world gang leaders are developing or coming into (through conquest, scientific progress now instantly disseminated over the internet and/or capitalism at work) sophisticated weaponry including chemical, bacterial and atomic and world-wide problems are growing ever more complicated and, it would often seem, unsolvable. The unsolvable nature of Jihad or humans seeking to subjugate other humans becomes increasingly clear as one group under god's umbrella or some strongman's compulsion comes into conflict with another group similarly endowed with god's protection or the ego needs of some charismatic nut.

 It would seem that mankind is doomed. How can we survive? Evolution could be the natural solution but these events are occurring too rapidly and evolution takes so long. An answer, if there can be one, might be... 

THE CRESTORS

 Suddenly, all over the world, among all people, a phenomena begins to occur. At around 15 or 16 ears of age, for men, and 18 to 20 years of age, for women, one in every ten million humans begins to change. The first signs are psychological. The first indicators are almost manic depressive mood shifts and a heightened sexuality. Within a few months physical changes become apparent. It is at this point that a ‘Changer' is recognized. Subcutaneous fat is absorbed and muscle begins to develop, the skin becomes smooth and hard, facial hair begins to disappear while the hair on the head and down the sides of the face and the back of the neck turns black and coarse except for the rare occasion when the hair turns silky and blond. The eyes change color becoming light green. The I.Q. increases to genius with a photographic memory, a talent for logic and math and the ability cross reference a vast, incomprehensible amount of information almost instantaneously. Certain psychological changes also occur that can only be described as 'moral'. It is obvious that the Crestors are superior evolutionary creatures. They, more than anyone else, know it, They regard humanity as their parents. They fully understand that a few, powerful people control the masses and, for self-serving reasons, are putting the entire species at risk. The Crestors consider it their duty to preserve humans on the Earth.

After an initial period of acceptance and adjustment humanity recognizes the superior moral nature of Crestors and their need and, perhaps, ability to free humankind from the evil works of a few humans. The people, with the help of the Crestors, force their various governments, to allow the Crestors to become a world-wide police/military squad. Their clothes and physical appearance identifies them. They are united under a loose leadership that takes suggestions from the United Nations Security Council. The members of the Security Council realize that if they should pose a threat to world peace, they will be 'neutralized' as quickly as anyone else. The Crestors can go where ever they want , they can use whatever facilities they want, they can stay where ever they want, do whatever they want...when they use something that has value they can leave a 'chit' which is covered by the United Nations Security Council.

The job of the Crestors is to eliminate problems that generally cannot be solved through regular channels. Presidents of countries, war lords, drug kingpins, Mafia bosses, gangsters, murders, muggers, molesters, and other despicable, self-serving people are uncovered and neutralized by the Crestors. Sometimes a threat will do; sometimes a little cash; sometimes a bullet. Whatever it takes, that's what they do.

Every once in a while a bad Crester is born. He is sought out and killed by the other Crestors.

Once a year the male Cresters come into heat. It is something they normally, with great difficulty, control; however, if a Crester does have an affair with a non-Crester woman it will change her life. It is said that the pleasure she receives from the the Crestor will set her aside from regular women. It is said that sex with a Crestor bestows blessings beyond belief and to see the hackle on a Crestors’ neck rise, in pleasure, is to touch heaven.

Only one in 20 Crestors is a woman. They are more independent, more likely to move according to their own moral dictates. There is no known record of a bad female Crester. Their natural inclination is to help children and females.

Crestors generally have dark hair but one out of 20 is very fair with blonde hair and bright, blue eyes. All Crestors are about equal in intellect and physical strength so, perhaps, it is the 'difference' that always puts a fair Crester in control when consensus is required.

The female Crester is always sexual. She, too, can, and most often does, control her sexuality...but if you are a male that is lucky enough to see a Crestors’ hackles rise in pleasure your life will be changed. It is said that making love to a Crester is to know god. When asked what that means, those who have been loved by a Crester smile and say nothing. It is rumored that the humans who are either the father or mother of a Crestor/human child have formed a secret society and that their children are likely to be Super Crestors. [Another movie.] The evolution of Crestors comes at a propitious time. Without them we are doomed. With them, with their love for us, their parents, with their highly developed sense of morality, with their skills, the world is saved and humanity is given time for its primitive nature to evolve to match its intellect.

The End

Thursday,Dec 7 2006, 07:43:29 AM"The Athiest and Other Army" or "Holy Shit"

HOLY SHIT

By Grey Wolf 04-05

"Pssst", the hiss caught Bill's attention - it cut through the general babble of hucksters scaming their products...all religious, all spiritual, all consuming.

"Pssssssst," it was a persistent knife, sharp and unyielding. "You ever try God on a stick," he whispered smiling luridly "Suck a dick...suck a dick", he said giggling.

What had been my indifference to another man’s religious inclinations suddenly turned hostile and he saw it in bill's eyes.

"Hey, buddy, no godfense intended." He pulled back and said, "If you don’t like it you don’t have to lick it." He licked his lips suggestively.

Bill Trendon looked the little, twisted man, with the handful of some sort of lollipops, directly in his eyes. "No sale here, buddy," he said, sarcastically drawing out the buddy.

The street intruded on Bill’s consciousness. The wet, early morning street was flashing neon back at the colorful glory signs that proclaimed the steeet’s business in many languages but mostly in Arabic and English: "Catch the Supreme Message", "Find God with the Fast Flight", "Yo, Man, Yo God ...Get On Down". He didn’t know what the last sign meant but there was a young Jew in a bright purple yamacka pointing at the sign and declaring loudly, "Yo, Bro, Don’t do Snow In Kokomo with Joe...Go Slow and Don’t Blow..." He words became lost in the background noise. There were dozens of prophets and store fronts all promising to put you in touch with The Deity.

Muslims, Jews, Christians in every imaginable shape, size and color. Because he was born into a Christian family in a Christian nation and because the Christians were the most boisterous and intrusive with their advertisements he was more aware of their presentations: The Divine Awareness, Traditional Seven Day Advents, Baptists, Catholics, Christian Scientists, Full Gospel folks...everywhere you looked there was some sort of god thing or person, generally with blazing eyes and accentuated voice declaring his or her path to be "The Path".

Traditional Islam, Judaism and Christianity side-by-side with "Mother Shimmy’s Shining Gospel", "Googlepie" and "God on a Stick."

Bill was old enough to remember when Christianity’s enthusiasm pointed toward ‘service’...helping the less fortunate, feeding the hungry, clothing those who needed clothes...but not any more. There just wasn’t time for actual ‘service’ except for token expressions done for the sake of tradition and inference rather than any need to do good. The ‘inference’, of course, was that they were doing much, much more than they were actually doing. All congregations expected it; if you wanted to be successful with a religion that was the way things were run..

Bill could remember when religion, in America, really began to change. It was about fifteen years ago when Bill was around 35. The U.S. Supreme Court handed down the now infamous "Darango" case which allowed a degree of aggressive religious advocacy never dreamed of by the Founding Fathers. The religious freedom was so great that local control over any religious expression, no matter how repugnant it might appear or sound was, once and for all, lost. Once the Court declared the right to an absolute expression of religion, aggressive churches began to proselyte from other churches...the religiously strong (a definitive political term) absorbed the weak. It became a struggle between wolves for the sheep that needed a religious experience. Soon fire bombings, assassination and endless treachery were the hallmarks of American Christianity (another definitive political term). In the suburbs religious life was easier for longer...but the making of money is the fundamental goal of all churches so the wolves were ready to manipulate all things for profit.

Bill clearly remembered the three teenagers that had lived next door to him and Shelly, his live-in honey. They had been nice, polite kids with an apparent good nature that helped make the neighborhood a friendly, safe place. Then they found Quantella Jones and his Band of Christian Bandits. It was a play on words. The Quantella Jones church was comprised of musicians and band members. Within a year of joining Quantella Jones’s church the kids next door scared him worse than he could ever remember being scared. During his life, he had been frightened badly a time or two...but nothing like the terror he felt when the kids next door asked him questions about his religious feelings or asked him for money. They knew he was afraid of them so it became part of their approach...scaring the shit out of him until he was about to pee his pants then slamming him for the contribution...or the nodding of is head affirming that he was in sympathy with whatever religious nonsense they were preaching at him. After the youngest of the girls, she was about twelve at the time, swung a well timed, expertly delivered blow to his groin incapacitating him for several days, he tried to stay out of their way. But, of course, they wouldn’t allow that.

Jerusalem was still the center of the religious world and the Darango case, in America, had set the stage for the present Jerusalem.

The cry came louder. He had been aware of it getting louder for a minute or so, "Sucky, Lucky, Pucky." The vendor had some sort of toy or religious artifact on a piece of string tied to a short stick. "Sucky, Lucky, Pucky," he said again and again as he manipulated some small object on the string while walking. A few paces down the road someone stopped him. Bill couldn’t hear the entire question; he did hear, "...three for a single pucky." The customer smiled, reached in his pocket, extracted a bill and handed it to the vendor. Bill heard him say, "...a smart, red sucky..." And then some question about the string breaking.

Everywhere there were efforts to get hands into every pocket. Jerusalem was the central point for three of the great religions and for its entire history it has been the source of constant religious turmoil that didn’t just involve those faithful followers of those faiths but all the world. ..and that hardly seemed fair to Bill. He didn’t belong to any of the three religions and yet they were about to kill him and his entire family and his friends and his country and his very species They didn’t care. In fact, some of them welcomed the opportunity to help this holy person or that holy prophecy in an attempt to bring on the end of the world as we know it.

When Bill first became aware of the terrible danger to which these three religions were exposing the entire world he decided to do something about it. He sat at his computer one evening and created The Atheist and Other Army. The sole objective of TAOA was to get enough intellectual converts to build a single atomic bomb or collect enough money to purchase one on the black market. Once the bomb was either built or bought it would be hidden somewhere in the middle of Jerusalem and the people clearly told of its existence and its purpose. The announcement from TAOA would be that in one year the bomb would be detonated turning all of Jerusalem's holy sites into a single, homogenized landscape. Perhaps, with the destruction of the destructive nature of Jerusalem by eliminating the city the chances for Peace on Earth would be imroved. He knew that the act of vaporizing Jerusalem would be more hype than anything else. The three religions in question would simply redirect their enmity toward one another and continue the inexorable march toward conflict and world wide destruction.

 

 

 

Chapter Two

Jamie Hindrix leaned against the peeling door way, adjusted his leather cap so he could see more clearly to his left and waited. He didn’t know how long he waited. It didn’t matter. He was, like the Blues Brothers, on a mission from God.

His eyes were constantly moving shadow behind the dark shades; he was a tall blonde man with shoulders wide enough to look out of place with his thin frame. With his nonexistent ass and hips, thin, long legs and wide shoulders his lady-love, Jackie Cohon, said he looked like an upside down truncated triangle. Of course, Jackie was exceptionally bright and prone to such odd observations. She was his Second in Command and exceptionally talented in the martial arts. She liked to remind Jamie that she could beat him to death in a debate. He didn’t know what that meant but he did know her dedication to him and his cause was pure, absolute and, perhaps, God given.

Religion had always been a dark, sinister force in Jamie’s life. He didn’t see the shining eyes of the converts; he didn’t see the Mother Terressas; he didn’t understand the relentless dedication of intelligent people to Mickey Mouse god concepts...concepts that declared that some omnipotent God would give a shit if a person went to church on Saturday or Sunday or would be concerned with a single prophet, saying obviously moral things to people who, based on geography, chronology, family background and personality needs were to accept the dogma or not accept it at the expensive of their eternal soul...heaven and hell...pleasure and PAIN...reward and punishment. All that sounded to ‘human’ for Jamie to attach it to any concept of God. Jamie’s relationship with an omnipotent Force hinged on his obsolete knowledge that he could no more have a relationship with God than he could have a relationship with a worm. He knew that trying to understand a God that existed someplace outside of a four dimensional world would be harder than teaching that worm to sit up and beg for treats. After all, in Jamie’s spiritual world, a God would simply be beyond reach...and to tweak the God Force to understand it would be to tweak it into human perimeters that the simple human mind could comprehend...and that would no longer be anything close to God but, but rather, a convoluted expression of a single man or woman’s spiritual hallucinations.

The bent, old Hassidic Jew with the case full of uncut diamonds shuffled toward him. On either side of him, towering over him, were two husky bodyguards. They were black, big, baldheaded and mean looking to the core...exactly what Jamie expected. Jamie stumbled from his waiting place, lurched against a door jam, bent over and puked. Not much. There wasn’t much in his stomach, just enough to splash on the shoes of the diamond merchant and his heavies.

"You fuckin’ moron,’ the old Jew snarled. The two heavies focused their attention on Jamie, their right hands sliding beneath their expensive suit coats. That was exactly what they had to do to bring phase three into being: Jackie and their coconspirator, Bill Trendon, inconspicuously hiding behind a brick wall, waiting for phrase three, step quietly from their hiding place, each with a 50,000 volt stun gun wand. Simultaneously they touched both heavies directly on t heir spine, between their shoulder blades. The effect was instantaneous and dramatic. With grunts more than 400 pounds of heavies were collapsed piles on the pavement.

The old Jew, clutching his bag to his chest, began to cry, great gasping sobs. "Please, don’t take my diamonds. How am I to feed my children? How?"

Jamie ripped the bag from the old merchant’s hands. "That suit costs at least $1,000 and the goons costs big bucks. Your kids aren’t going to starve." He laughed. "And it might comfort you to know that you are going to help the Atheist and Other Army fulfill its mission. We are going to blow up Jerusalem."

Jackie and Bill super glued a half dollar coin on the closed eye lids of the two heavies. It wouldn’t hurt them but it would take a couple of hours to remove the coins. Plenty of time to become just anonymous creatures in the huge Jerusalem zoo.

Chapter three

The atomic bomb was purchased from some Chines rebels for half of the diamonds. That left plenty of money for preparation and implementation. The intellectual converts to the Atheist and Other Army to charge of the bomb; however, security disallowed them knowing the location of the bomb so all movement to and from the bomb site were performed blindfolded and convoluted routes were taken. When possible the technicians stayed on the site until everything was in place and ‘ready to go’. There was no twin keys, no code numbers, no mystical shit; just a single red door bell button screwed to a hunk of plywood. The pushing of the button would begin a countdown that was inevitable Once started there was no way to unstart it.

It took three weeks to move the equipment and people around in a manner that wouldn’t draw attention. Three weeks and all the techs and other intellectuals, blindfolded during all the comings and goings of this momentous, historic event, were thanked and allowed to go on with their lives. The photographs and videos were meticulously taken for two reasons; one, they would convince the people of Jerusalem that they did indeed have an atomic bomb and that indeed the atomic bomb was hidden somewhere in the middle of Jerusalem. The mere fact that the bomb was in existence and in Jerusalem with a one year time table for detonation, with ample news coverage, guaranteed that the only people who would be in Jerusalem when the bomb goes off will be those people who chose to be there. Their death would not be the responsibility of the Atheist and Other Army. If a dam were beginning to weaken and it was obvious that the dam was going to burst and folks down river from the dam were warned who could those being washed away blame but themselves?

Overnight Jerusalem turned into a nightmare of police entries, searches, tortured prisoners, huge rewards offered and all the efforts that could be made by a terrified populace trying to save their city. The Atheist and Other Army had expected as much. When several of the techs tried to help the authorities, for the reward money, and were unable to provide even a semblance of direction to the bomb’s location, even under torture (of course it was used in an attempt to ‘fresh’ the memories), the authorities began to realize that they probably weren’t going to find the bomb. Three months before the 'detonation date’ the evacuation of the city began. It went smoothly except for the routine killings of Jews by Arabs and Arabs by Jews. In the last three weeks almost everyone was gone...a few wild eyed fanatics, some thieves, people who just didn’t give a shit or didn’t believe a word of it and, of course, the last few people of the Atheist and Other Army. Only Jamie was left during the last week. The timer was 72 hour; push that red button and three days later there would be no Jerusalem with its deadly holy sites...responsible for so much hatred and death...just a homogenized, lumpy sea of green glass.

Chapter four.

After the bomb vaporized much of Jerusalem the religious crazies tried to remap the area declaring this lump of green glass to be this and that lump to be that and soon they were fighting over the lumps. The last attack came from the Shinning Glow Worms of God.