2016 — Aza Novel?

The Stone Lake Revelations Cover

This is the cover for ‘The Stone Lake Revelations’ – worked up on-line inside the World Building Schnarr in The Hero Cloud [ where Aerendel – the game – has been growing since late summer in 2011. ]

— Friday, October 28th, 2016 — +3°C / +37°F — Cold, Dark and Raining in Atlantic Canada @ 7:51 pm —

{ Prologue to ” C 2016 Aza Novel Year?” }

— Today we finally got a family Doctor here in this wonderful slice of New Brunswick, where we have lived since 2013. Today was either an ’11’ day { a ‘master number’ } or a ‘2’ day – numerological-ly, depending on how you’re supposed to count that. A ‘1’ day in a ‘1’ month in a ‘9’ year? You get that by adding the numbers in a date together. like 2 + 8 = 10, but then 1+0=1 so it boils down to 1 — you do the same with the month and the year { 2 + 0 + 1 + 6 = 9 } According to Glynis McCants – Cathi and I should be allergic to ‘2’ days { She’s a ‘7’ and I’m a ‘5’ — } I will be adding links in here so you can research what I tell you — Do not take everything I say as God’s Honest Truth – I might be honest, but sometime in the future some evil so and so might hack my account and lie his butt off to convince you to go do something evil.

 

{ Here Beginnith: “C 2016 Aza Novel Year” }

 

New Year’s Day, 2016 :

Friday, January 1st, 2016 -( -1˚C / +30˚F — Mostly Cloudy, mostly grey – and ‘quiet’ @ 1:45 pm here in Atlantic Canada )-

Mostly cloudy sky with bare trees and a little bit of blue.

Looking up into the sky to the south and slightly east at 1:45 -ish pm on January 1st, 2016.

— I can’t remember the day or date. I was sitting in the waiting room of the Chrysler, Dodge, Jeep & Ram dealership in our Canadian town, just beyond the Capital Region’s official border. Our town was mostly suburban in character with a few ‘high rises’, none of which reached 10 stories high, several of them subsidized for the aged and partially handicapped, and most of them just off the main roads through town. There were a lot of farms just outside the town’s limits.

— The weathered man came into the waiting room while I was trying to adjust my posture to lean back against the wall just right to relieve the strain on my arthritis pained back and neck. I guessed he was a farmer – dressed in working clothes and boots, weathered face and gnarled hands – he carried himself with the toughness of somebody who had worked hard all his life and the tenderness of a man who loved to watch crops and animals grow. I thought the worry in his expression was due to the idea that he thought he should be tending crops or livestock instead of sitting around, waiting for his car or truck to undergo scheduled maintainance of have something replaced that had worn out.

— He smiled at me like he was someone who was relieved to have company- “That your Jeep I saw out there?”

— I nodded, “We got a good deal, leased it – I guess they were having trouble making their sales quota that summer because they included a lot of free maintainance with almost everything covered-”

— He smiled to himself and nodded, “I kept my old Jeep together with so many parts from cheap parts cars that the inspectors didn’t know what to call it- I bought in new one year, replaced fenders, headlights and just about everything else with parts from jeeps as much as ten years different- They always went with the original year when I showed them the ownership papers from way back.” He smiled like somebody who was fondly remembering a favorite hunting dog or companion he sorely missed.

— I winced and tried to move my back just right to relieve the pain that was beginning to sting between two of my arthritic spinal vertebrae

— He looked through me, nodded like he recognized the symptoms of living with the usual processes of aging and not exactly living a sedentary life. He looked away and wrinkled his forehead and looked back at me. He looked like he wanted to say something and hoped I was the kind of person who might appreciate what he had to say.

— I have no idea how people with similar philosophies recognize each other, or how people with controversial views take the chance that someone they’ve never seen before might share those views, but he made the leap, nodded, “Yup- I worked as a head mechanic for a GM dealership for many years – and one year my shop won a prize for best customer satisfaction in our district, so they sent me to Detroit, all expenses paid, to this high powered convention where a lot of mechanics were there and one of their big vice presidents came out and stood in front of several concept vehicles and new models that were about to go on display at a kind of yearly tour of shiny new advances in the automotive industry – This Vice President fellow sure did know how to talk, to tell us about how lucky we were to work for General Motors and how their big corporate plans had all been made with people like us in mind – and when he finished, he invited us all to come up and get a look under the hoods of all these shiny new cars and see what we would probably be working on in the near future.

— “Well, I got up there and I was looking into the engine of this brand spankin new family vehicle when I noticed something, and realized that this one part that was critical to engine performance and safety was made out of plastic – The Vice President was right there beside me and he smiled and asked me, ‘What do you think?’ I pointed to that part and said, “These have always been made of metal, this here is plastic, it’s gonna wear out too soon -” and the man looked angry – he sneered at me and said, ‘Do you like your job? Do you want to keep working for us? I’m paying somebody two million dollars a year to come up with ideas like that so you have a job!’-” The man I’d thought was a farmer looked deeply troubled, like he’d borne that weight on his conscience for way too long and still did not know how he felt about working for a corporation whose ethics and business practices were nothing like ‘honest’ or ‘above reproach’.

— I nodded, having worked for companies that rewarded unethical supervisors with yearly bonuses and pats on the back, myself. I walked away from that. But I never had a family depending on me and he was wearing a worn wedding ring on his gnarled left hand.

— Even now, several years later, I wish I could have thought of something, said something to him that could ease his conscience, convince him that he did not share in the responsibility for needlessly manipulating millions of car buyers into constant debt for way too long so corporate big wigs could suck on contraband cigars and laugh all the way to their banks – He was just as much a victim as anyone who bought one of those over hyped over priced, sabotaged vehicles – whose planned obsolescence might not just cost anybody who bought one more money than they needed to spend, but could also put their lives and health in jeopardy.

— I still feel his pain.

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— The blogger checks himself in the mirror before he gives his web recording video camera its last check and then positions himself against the green background where his intricately well-timed images will change behind his ‘talking head’ face while he reads his carefully planned and timed words. The first image projected is that of machine gun carrying, armored and face masked US soldiers standing around in Times Square with their fingers very near their triggers, ready – as New Years Eve crowds allow themselves to be patted down before they step into highly controllable groups confined to highly controllable areas : The blogger pushes his record button counts to himself, and,

 “- About Last Night –”

                                                                              -by Douglas J Otterson

— The survivalist hurries through his underground passageway. He believes he is far enough underground that drones with heat imaging capabilities can’t monitor his presence. He doesn’t quite run, but he does hurry in the dark, through the passage he’s very carefully memorized. At the end of the twisting turning passageway, that is the one route to his ‘studio’ through the extraordinarily complex maze he designed years ago – he reaches the door, closes his eyes and hums to himself as he enters his sixteen digit password on the keypad. There is an audible click, two automatic doors open. He spins himself around to his left, and then turns the other way, spins back and turns again, all the time counting to himself – then finally walks through one of the doors. Both doors close and lock themselves with resounding clicks. The studio lights come on-  This room is a Faraday Cage – He walks to the analog video recording desk, sits down, sighs, pushes buttons and watches as the monitors take their sweet time to warm up and ‘come on line’. He will always be a little bit shocked by his own aging image in the monitors, “Testing – testing, one two three- four five six seven-” he adjusts knobs as he watches the dials move, “-eight nine ten.” He sighs again and smiles, unwraps an unused Super VHS tape, slides it into the deck whose ‘heads’ he cleaned before he left the ‘bunker’ last night – waits until the tape is fully seated, then pushes and holds the ‘Fast Forward’ button, watches the counter roll up past ’60’ then stops and pushes and holds down the re-wind button. Then he reaches over and manually turns a wheel that backs up the counter to “001”.

— He sighs one more time, cues the opening bumper music and pushes buttons simultaneously so the tape begins recording his opening credits and the images that have begun his podcast for several  years now- After thirty seconds he deftly lowers the music and switches from the computerized video ‘intro’ to the live camera – sees his face in the monitor and frowns –

— “Do Not take my word for anything, but : –

— “Last night on Coast to Coast a.m. – George “Hollywood” Noory – continued a tradition by having ‘everyday’ people call in from all around the world and give their predictions for what they expect to happen in this coming new year.

— “I was in and out of sleep but what I heard leads me to believe that a lot of people believe that between now and the spring, the evil, militaristic, manipulating muther fupping Fascists will make their move to try to convince everybody on this planet that they need to surrender all freedom and submit to the ‘security’ agenda of the ‘anti-terrorist’ [ read that ‘Anti-Christ’ ] elitists who have been working behind the scenes since at least the end of World War II – when ‘good amerikan’ megala-maniacal control freaks imported Nazi war criminals to help them target, train, and then activate ‘Manchurian Candidate’ type victims to hypnotically act out their orders and commit mass murder and other terrorist crimes against innocent people inside the USA as well as inside most other countries in this world.

— “The nasties have already convinced a lot of mass hypnosis victims that Unions are the evil tools of the enemy of civilization – and everything else worth living for in the ‘free’ world – which is anything but free these days. -”

— He pushes the ‘stop recording’ button, takes a breath and wonders if he is doing the right thing or voluntarily sticking his head inside a noose.

— Now he will lean back, spin around in his ‘executive’ desk chair, stare at the ceiling for several seconds, then sigh, rewind and watch what he just recorded. If he likes what he sees he will bring the tape back out through the dark maze and through the tunnel, back up to his almost surface level underground home, plug the tape into the analog playback deck, which feeds to his heavily firewalled computer – he will not connect the computer to the modem that is connected to the satellite broadcast hardware until after he’s checked it again twice to assure himself that nobody has infected the IP address he’s using this week, that nobody can trace him through the maze of proxy servers he’s set up, and then, only if he’s sure he’s still untraceable – only then will he connect the last cable to his computer and log himself in, watch for several minutes as his security devices and the software that drives them – check through every step of his connection routine. And then he will upload his podcast. After the upload is finished, he will pull all the plugs and disconnect everything, turn off the generator that keeps his off-the-grid home powered only when he wants it to be powered. He will then run back down into his bunker where another generator is waiting to keep him warm enough as he sits against a wall for several hours, hoping against hope that the government drones haven’t found him and won’t drop smart bombs directly over the bunker – or won’t use some kind of particle beam to blast a laser that might make it through everything but his mirror-polished stainless steel last ditch anti-beam deflector –

— Nobody told him they disconnected the internet years ago and all his podcasts go absolutely nowhere – Or that the vintage talk radio programs he listens to, believing they are current, were all recorded more than fifty years ago. —

— djo —

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Farmer with scythe.

A farmer with a scythe.

There was a farmer who grew excellent quality corn. Every year he won the award for the best grown corn. One year a newspaper reporter interviewed him and learned something interesting about how he grew it. The reporter discovered that the farmer shared his seed corn with his neighbors. “How can you afford to share your best seed corn with your neighbors when they are entering corn in competition with yours each year?” the reporter asked.

“Why sir,” said the farmer, “Didn’t you know? The wind picks up pollen from the ripening corn and swirls it from field to field. If my neighbors grow inferior corn, cross-pollination will steadily degrade the quality of my corn. If I am to grow good corn, I must help my neighbors grow good corn.”

So is with our lives… Those who want to live meaningfully and well must help enrich the lives of others, for the value of a life is measured by the lives it touches. And those who choose to be happy must help others find happiness, for the welfare of each is bound up with the welfare of all…

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I Ching Jukebox

“I Ching Jukebox” by Geneve Blue, has been available in a Kindle Edition since at least last July. Amazon dot com may be severely overcharging for Kindle editions, check carefully before you click.

Unions 4 Workers

“All Economics are Voodoo Economics – and Societies function at their most prosperous levels when everyone is guaranteed the food and shelter they need to live a decent life and the ‘disadvantaged’ know their futures are secure and good people will make sure that everyone’s children are supplied with everything they need to grow up happy and healthy and in love with learning.” – TaleRocker Talxalot

FDR quote

“The top 1% / The Elitists who coin phrases like “The Great Unwashed” ARE the Anti-Christ.” – Douglas Jay Otterson

Photo of a grey sky with pigeons on a roof.

“Grey Sky With Pigeons” January 1st, 2016, 1:45 pm -ish.

— Happy New Year –,

~~~~~ Jim

Earthquakes in the News :

Saturday, January 2nd, 2016 -( -1˚C / +30˚F & Sunny @ 11:11 am here in Atlantic Canada )-

Earthquake map.

Map pin-pointing the epicentre of Wednesday Evening’s quake.

— On Thursday Morning, December 31st,  CBC News reported that an Earthquake measured at 4.3 by Canadian Standards & 4.8 or 4.9 by US Geological Survey people, had shaken several people awake in Victoria, British Columbia. The quake was centred just off the coast of Vancouver Island, between islands in that area. They also reported that the quake happened at about 42 kilometers deep underground where plates were moving under one another. The Canadian earthquake measuring people later adjusted their estimate and reported they believed the quake weighed in around 4.7. The US Geological Survey also reported that they believed the epicentre had occurred at more like 52.5 km deep.

USGS map.

This is the USGS map of Earthquakes that measured above 2.5 in the 24 hours leading up to 10:15 am on Sunday, January 3rd, 2016, with the largest quake measuring 5.0 near Fiji out in the Pacific Ocean.

— On New Year’s Day, Friday, There was a four point something quake reported in Nicaragua.

— Saturday morning, January 2nd, CBC started off reporting a 5.3 quake in Afghanistan and then reported 4.3 quake off the coast of California. Afghanistan had previously reported a 6.3 quake on Christmas Day.

— And Nicaragua is back in the news this morning with a 4.5 quake while Attu Station in Alaska had one that measured 4.7 and Fiji felt one that measured 5.0.

— Oklahoma had a cluster of at least 7 smallish quakes that have been blamed on Hydraulic Fracking.

— Looks like 2016 is off a start that could be summed up in early Rock And Roll lyrics as “Shake, Rattle and Roll”.

~~~~~ Jim

First Monday In 2016 = Earthquakes and Market Manipulations

Monday, January 4th, 2016 -( -8˚C / +18˚F with light snow falling @ 12:12 pm in Atlantic Canada )-

Earthquake Map of India captured around noon on January 4th, 2016.

There was a 6.7 magnitude earthquake in NorthEastern India about 17 hours before noon Atlantic Time here in Canada. ( “About 17 hours ago – 6.7 magnitude, 55 km depth –
Imphal, Manipur, India.”) That would be the Orange peg near the ‘h’ above “Bangladesh”.

— I sat down to watch the news after Cathi went to work, her first day back after her Christmas Holidays. I drifted in and out and began seriously waking myself up while CBC News casters were talking about a ‘domino effect’ from a 7% drop in China’s stock market. The Chinese closed their market down to halt the downward slide. I thought the news casters might have been saying that the downward slide in China caused a domino effect and was causing a bit of a world-wide panic / market sell-off. Then I wondered if somebody was trying to say that the fact that the Chinese closed down their market caused the problem.

— I was in and out of sleep / ‘wakefulness’ and ‘heard’:

“The market manipulators are making their move
– Smug in their belief that their tactics
have worked so well in the past
– But something has changed –
– Their efforts will fail
And their failure will be ‘Ultimate’ -“

— I’m not entirely sure exactly what that means, or whether it popped up through my imagination all by itself, or might have been the thoughts of someone in China or somewhere else on this planet, or what. (?) The phrasing didn’t come out in any patterns I usually think in – and when I tried to edit my thoughts to make the last phrase : “Their efforts will ultimately fail.” I felt like some kind of authority figure disapproved of that wording. While I felt that I thought I was ‘seeing’ an image of a stern Chinese teacher who was looking down at me with almost no emotion visible, but his posture conveyed a strong feeling that I did not want to incur his anger by getting that wrong.

— Um, there it is –,

~~~~~ Jim

Wednesday, 06 January, 2016

Wednesday, January 6th, 2016 -( -7˚C / +19˚F with bright sun shining in Atlantic Canada @ 11:18 am )- Today is my friend Kay’s birthday, & Yesterday was Paramahansa Yogananda’s Birthday.

Babji

We could all use a little more light and inspiration.

— I was updating my prayer lists and feeling bad because I couldn’t remember the names of some friends I haven’t seen in a while. I can see their faces and hear their voices and feel their senses of humor, but their names are just beyond my reach at the moment. (sigh, maybe I’m trying too hard.)

— It’s chilly out there in the real world and I didn’t believe I had a lot to say that was worth broadcasting/sharing with anybody – I had a wicked headache yesterday and took some aspirin to deal with that.

— So I checked facebook and one of my friends posted something about not wanting to read any negative rants about the world coming to an end – I took that to mean that she didn’t want to read anything expounding on the terrorist-boogie men who replaced the communist boogie men that too many of us used to believe were hiding under our beds.

— And I tried to remember the lyrics to a song from what? the 50’s? “Forget about the killin and the dyin and the lyin and the cryin and the fella with the switch blade knife – Just think about livin, and think about life.” and it worried me that I wasn’t a thousand percent sure that I had the lyrics right.

— shrug –,

Lahiri Mahasaya

So I believe I will take this opportunity to sit back and thank my lucky stars and especially thank all those whose love and guidance have been with me all along, no matter how egotistical or just plain stupid I acted. — Thank You —

~~~~~ Jim

 

Grumbling

Sunday, January 17th, 2016 -( -1˚C / +30˚F — Overcast, but fairly bright outside in Atlantic Canada @2:00 pm )-

Paramahansa Yogananda

Paramahansa Yogananda. I think this may be a very realistic painting, but I’m not sure.

— Lately I have become amazed at how many creative people have been inspired by Paramahansa Yogananda (photo or painting at the left) I know I have been, & still am.

— So, looking at this picture I’m almost ashamed to complain about the little things that have been going wrong lately, driving me out of my little mind –Hmmmm- maybe those little tribulations were designed to drive me out of my limitations and up into my higher intellectual center? — That would be nice.

— But anyway, dealing with something like a dozen WordPress Blogs ( Mine and several friends’) that are clamoring for updates almost constantly – having the blogs reject passwords that I knew were working yesterday – using my usual repertoire of euphemistic ‘schnarr’ words – and wanting to scream – is, I suppose, a lot more pleasant than dealing with some of my friends’ growing misgivings and sense that some wide-ranging conspiracy of global ‘Elitists’ is manipulating mass media and pulling all kinds of strings, including possibly brainwashing and activating hapless victims into becoming mass murderers so the Elitists can manipulate everybody on planet Earth into a state of constant fear – Um, now that is something I would hate to become obsessed with.

— On the brighter, more optimistic side, I have re-discovered my Tablo.io password and as long as I can get that to work, I may be looking forward to uploading more of the fruits of my labours in the creative writing area – { the last couple times I tried to do that, Tablo wouldn’t allow it, claiming that something in my settings [which they said had something to do with Amazon dot-com?] were vulnerable to cyber attacks and then they would not allow me to even try to fix that. Maybe now that will find itself ameliorated. }

— But right now, while I’m waiting for the update process to work itself out on my newer MacBook Pro, and I’m working on this post on a Mac Mini – All I want to do is gaze at the picture of Sri Yoganandaji and feel the Peace and Love and Understanding and Compassion and Inspiration and Encouragement and other good feelings I get whenever I see a picture or close my eyes and concentrate on what He looked like or what His presence feels like.

— Yum.

~~~~~ Jim

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