Society, Part 15
The $595 Billion Defeat
Jews Jaws Five Up
Shark America Five Down
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 197
Virgil's Cell Phone Number: (530) 276-4923
Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2008
George W. Bush Will Destroy the World
Looking for the Peru-Chile God Event
Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle: The Secret Story, Society (15)
Today's code is "86th Day, Last Year".
Today we read the last segment of our serialized story, The Not-Forgetting Society.
Tomorrow we begin the third story of the trilogy, Retreat.
After Retreat we begin The Secret Story, which I think I can promise you will knock your socks off.
The interesting thing about The Secret Story is that it is so secret it has never been written before. Whereas Soldier Ghost, The Not-Forgetting Society and Retreat were written about 15 years ago, I will be writing The Secret Story fresh and unrehearsed each and every day.
The Secret Story is so secret even I have not been told how it goes.
I know only three things about The Secret story.
First, that it proves the Japanese myth of their creation--in terms of God's Space Sailors.
Second, it will constantly tell you the short-term future, tomorrow's news today.
Third, it's title,The Secret Story. is a direct translation from its original Japanese title, Himitsu-No-Monogatari; and that the Japanese title contains a secret code which is lost in translation.
Many of the readers of this work are also writers, and they might understand the thrill of a story like this for the writer of the story. The story will be totally given over to the Muse, who will strum it without the writer butting in--or butting in as little as possible, since the writer's Moose-Ego likes to ride the Muse-Eagle; which annoys the Muse and makes her flight awkward and heavy.
As of today, Dear Reader, I do not know the secret of The Secret story; and likely I will not know it until just before I tell it to you about a month from now.
Let's take a look of our Time Map as we move inexorably toward The Secret Story; because since what we know about the future in July, after The Secret Story has been revealed in May, might give us a hint to what the secret might be.
Those of us who were once children will understand this is like shaking the packages under the Christmas tree on December 15.
While I have not counted the segments of the pre-written story, Retreat, it can be expected to climax about mid-April; and The Secret Story, assuming it is of the same approximate length of the previous three stories in the "Tea Rain Collection", as the stories are called by yours truly, should take us into early May.
You know we deal with Time Travel in this work, Dear Reader, and we have done a future projection up to about July 15, this year, as well as one up to December 26, 2064, when this Earth explodes; and in that short projection we have seen events by July 15 having led to the United States of America ending its torture-enslavement of me, which has been in place since 1967,
That's a pretty tall order, considering how much the United States of America loves its torture-enslavement of me; and it seems to me The Secret Story might play a role in that development.
It is a scientific fact, Americans would rather torture Virgil Kret than kill Muslim babies; and all the people of the world and God in God's Heaven know how much the American people love killing Muslim babies. It makes them feel so righteous and so vindicated.
(Vengeance is the Lord's, you psycho-fascist American assholes; but there I go again, giving the plot of God's Story away. That's exactly why I am not being told the secret of The Secret Story.)
Now let's look to the final installment of The Not-Forgetting Society, in which Tea, with great opposition from Matsushita, has been shown the secret seance technique of the Society; and Tea, hated by Matsushita since the beginning, begins to hate Matsushita in response; hatred being a foreign emotion to Tea.
Society, Part 15
Praying Mantis was gone, A dull flatness overtook those in the dream he had left behind.
The three living dream personalities stared as the place he had stood just before he vanished. They were feeling exhausted and depleted from the energy expended, from too much sake', from standing naked so long in the bath; and now the violating glare of the post-storm sun was sapping the last of their strength.
Atop the exhaustion was the strange message Praying Mantis had delivered.
"What is it?", Tazuko asked as she rejoined them, having stayed with the ghosts when Atsuko had towed Praying Mantis across the pool.
Tea was lost in his own thoughts. He turned and waded to the steps and climbed out of the bath. The others followed, Matsushita explaining to Tazuko what had taken place; that Praying Mantis seemed to say Tea was not of this Earth.
Atsuko was quiet, walking ahead of the other couple and slowly catching up with Tea, who had reached a shelf which held fresh yukatas and was putting one on. She looked into his face, searching. She tried to hear his thoughts, but couldn't. She felt that either everything was falling apart, or everything was coming together.
Matsushita was feeling a trembling. Was it age? Was it trepidation? Was it excitement? Was it nausea? Was it true? Was Tea that unique? He looked at Tea. He could see Tea was in turmoil.
"Tea-san", he asked, "did that make sense to you?"
Tea looked at the man who moments before had said he could drown him in the bath and no one would betray him as having done so. Tea wanted to say, "Kiss my ass". "No", he said instead. Then he waited another second or two and said "No" again.
All three Japanese knew Tea was lying. His being here, at this inn, on this coast, at this utterly secret, alcoholic Alice in Wonderland seance, underscored to everyone his differences. He knew the Land of the Dead like New Yorkers knew their subway system, and found it far safer and more attractive. He had been born with the knowledge. But why? And how? Answers to those questions were like snowflakes that melted on the ground before they could be examined.
Tea changed his answer. "Yes. Sometimes I think I started out as a speck of a soul on a random meteor; but maybe all freaks think that."
All four were dressed now and walking together toward their two rooms.
"I've often wondered if my soul might just be some kind of deformity; but then, it is the only one I've got, you know."
Tea had never wondered if his soul were a deformity.
Matsushita was confused. He had had Tea pegged as a fool of some sort, or a good spy acting the fool; but, yes, a deformity, a freak, that made sense...but why did he feel his life's dream threatened by Tea, his dream of great vengeance which would catapult him onto the Mount Olympus of his nation, and give Japan back its bushi, its great martial spirit? Was Tea an elaborately established mole? Had The Kai been discovered years ago by American intelligence? Was Tea's having met Praying Mantis an elaborate maneuver, a duplicity?
Strange visions were rushing through Tea's mind. It was as if a tub of photographs had been dumped on his head and he was seeing some of them as they cascaded down. Strange stars. Strange faces. Strange ideas. Strange intentions. Strange, yes, but somehow incredibly familiar. Children who were his. Wives who were his. Hopes that were his. Lives that were his...and amidst it all, a mission that was his. He struggled to see his thoughts and to scramble them at the same time so these telepaths would not hear them.
Atsuko, now walking next to Tea on his left raised her delicate right arm and laid her little hand upon Tea's left shoulder, and said to the others, "Tea is like me, a goldfish in a carp pond." She seemed to have intentionally broken the surface of the pond of their collective thoughts. She slid open the door to Spring Rain and, leading Tea into the chamber, said, "We all need sleep. Let's meet tomorrow for breakfast."
Tazuko responded to this suggestion with energy, and steered Matsushita to their room.
All four were asleep within minutes.
In Spring Rain, before she and Tea slipped off like lead weights dropped into water, Atsuko whispered into Tea's ear: "Tea-san, can you keep a secret?"
Could he ever. "Yes", he said, blessed sleep rushing in.
"Promise not to get angry with me no matter what it is."
"O.K." Beautiful sleep was kissing his body.
"Your girlfriend in Tokyo, Mitsi, she's my sister."
"Kingyo." He was swan-diving into the pool of sleep.
"What?"
"I knew it all along."
Kingyo fell asleep, smiling, knowing Tea, crass fool that he appeared to be, understood the game.
(The End)
Meanwhile, the USA, unaware it was about to eat the fire, passed through the 86th day of its last year.
Jews Jaws Five Up
Shark America Five Down
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 197
Virgil's Cell Phone Number: (530) 276-4923
Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2008
George W. Bush Will Destroy the World
Looking for the Peru-Chile God Event
Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle: The Secret Story, Society (15)
Today's code is "86th Day, Last Year".
Today we read the last segment of our serialized story, The Not-Forgetting Society.
Tomorrow we begin the third story of the trilogy, Retreat.
After Retreat we begin The Secret Story, which I think I can promise you will knock your socks off.
The interesting thing about The Secret Story is that it is so secret it has never been written before. Whereas Soldier Ghost, The Not-Forgetting Society and Retreat were written about 15 years ago, I will be writing The Secret Story fresh and unrehearsed each and every day.
The Secret Story is so secret even I have not been told how it goes.
I know only three things about The Secret story.
First, that it proves the Japanese myth of their creation--in terms of God's Space Sailors.
Second, it will constantly tell you the short-term future, tomorrow's news today.
Third, it's title,The Secret Story. is a direct translation from its original Japanese title, Himitsu-No-Monogatari; and that the Japanese title contains a secret code which is lost in translation.
Many of the readers of this work are also writers, and they might understand the thrill of a story like this for the writer of the story. The story will be totally given over to the Muse, who will strum it without the writer butting in--or butting in as little as possible, since the writer's Moose-Ego likes to ride the Muse-Eagle; which annoys the Muse and makes her flight awkward and heavy.
As of today, Dear Reader, I do not know the secret of The Secret story; and likely I will not know it until just before I tell it to you about a month from now.
Let's take a look of our Time Map as we move inexorably toward The Secret Story; because since what we know about the future in July, after The Secret Story has been revealed in May, might give us a hint to what the secret might be.
Those of us who were once children will understand this is like shaking the packages under the Christmas tree on December 15.
While I have not counted the segments of the pre-written story, Retreat, it can be expected to climax about mid-April; and The Secret Story, assuming it is of the same approximate length of the previous three stories in the "Tea Rain Collection", as the stories are called by yours truly, should take us into early May.
You know we deal with Time Travel in this work, Dear Reader, and we have done a future projection up to about July 15, this year, as well as one up to December 26, 2064, when this Earth explodes; and in that short projection we have seen events by July 15 having led to the United States of America ending its torture-enslavement of me, which has been in place since 1967,
That's a pretty tall order, considering how much the United States of America loves its torture-enslavement of me; and it seems to me The Secret Story might play a role in that development.
It is a scientific fact, Americans would rather torture Virgil Kret than kill Muslim babies; and all the people of the world and God in God's Heaven know how much the American people love killing Muslim babies. It makes them feel so righteous and so vindicated.
(Vengeance is the Lord's, you psycho-fascist American assholes; but there I go again, giving the plot of God's Story away. That's exactly why I am not being told the secret of The Secret Story.)
Now let's look to the final installment of The Not-Forgetting Society, in which Tea, with great opposition from Matsushita, has been shown the secret seance technique of the Society; and Tea, hated by Matsushita since the beginning, begins to hate Matsushita in response; hatred being a foreign emotion to Tea.
Society, Part 15
Praying Mantis was gone, A dull flatness overtook those in the dream he had left behind.
The three living dream personalities stared as the place he had stood just before he vanished. They were feeling exhausted and depleted from the energy expended, from too much sake', from standing naked so long in the bath; and now the violating glare of the post-storm sun was sapping the last of their strength.
Atop the exhaustion was the strange message Praying Mantis had delivered.
"What is it?", Tazuko asked as she rejoined them, having stayed with the ghosts when Atsuko had towed Praying Mantis across the pool.
Tea was lost in his own thoughts. He turned and waded to the steps and climbed out of the bath. The others followed, Matsushita explaining to Tazuko what had taken place; that Praying Mantis seemed to say Tea was not of this Earth.
Atsuko was quiet, walking ahead of the other couple and slowly catching up with Tea, who had reached a shelf which held fresh yukatas and was putting one on. She looked into his face, searching. She tried to hear his thoughts, but couldn't. She felt that either everything was falling apart, or everything was coming together.
Matsushita was feeling a trembling. Was it age? Was it trepidation? Was it excitement? Was it nausea? Was it true? Was Tea that unique? He looked at Tea. He could see Tea was in turmoil.
"Tea-san", he asked, "did that make sense to you?"
Tea looked at the man who moments before had said he could drown him in the bath and no one would betray him as having done so. Tea wanted to say, "Kiss my ass". "No", he said instead. Then he waited another second or two and said "No" again.
All three Japanese knew Tea was lying. His being here, at this inn, on this coast, at this utterly secret, alcoholic Alice in Wonderland seance, underscored to everyone his differences. He knew the Land of the Dead like New Yorkers knew their subway system, and found it far safer and more attractive. He had been born with the knowledge. But why? And how? Answers to those questions were like snowflakes that melted on the ground before they could be examined.
Tea changed his answer. "Yes. Sometimes I think I started out as a speck of a soul on a random meteor; but maybe all freaks think that."
All four were dressed now and walking together toward their two rooms.
"I've often wondered if my soul might just be some kind of deformity; but then, it is the only one I've got, you know."
Tea had never wondered if his soul were a deformity.
Matsushita was confused. He had had Tea pegged as a fool of some sort, or a good spy acting the fool; but, yes, a deformity, a freak, that made sense...but why did he feel his life's dream threatened by Tea, his dream of great vengeance which would catapult him onto the Mount Olympus of his nation, and give Japan back its bushi, its great martial spirit? Was Tea an elaborately established mole? Had The Kai been discovered years ago by American intelligence? Was Tea's having met Praying Mantis an elaborate maneuver, a duplicity?
Strange visions were rushing through Tea's mind. It was as if a tub of photographs had been dumped on his head and he was seeing some of them as they cascaded down. Strange stars. Strange faces. Strange ideas. Strange intentions. Strange, yes, but somehow incredibly familiar. Children who were his. Wives who were his. Hopes that were his. Lives that were his...and amidst it all, a mission that was his. He struggled to see his thoughts and to scramble them at the same time so these telepaths would not hear them.
Atsuko, now walking next to Tea on his left raised her delicate right arm and laid her little hand upon Tea's left shoulder, and said to the others, "Tea is like me, a goldfish in a carp pond." She seemed to have intentionally broken the surface of the pond of their collective thoughts. She slid open the door to Spring Rain and, leading Tea into the chamber, said, "We all need sleep. Let's meet tomorrow for breakfast."
Tazuko responded to this suggestion with energy, and steered Matsushita to their room.
All four were asleep within minutes.
In Spring Rain, before she and Tea slipped off like lead weights dropped into water, Atsuko whispered into Tea's ear: "Tea-san, can you keep a secret?"
Could he ever. "Yes", he said, blessed sleep rushing in.
"Promise not to get angry with me no matter what it is."
"O.K." Beautiful sleep was kissing his body.
"Your girlfriend in Tokyo, Mitsi, she's my sister."
"Kingyo." He was swan-diving into the pool of sleep.
"What?"
"I knew it all along."
Kingyo fell asleep, smiling, knowing Tea, crass fool that he appeared to be, understood the game.
(The End)
Meanwhile, the USA, unaware it was about to eat the fire, passed through the 86th day of its last year.
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