We could not convince the man in the sky to come with us outside his world. After all, he did have god like powers and he did not want to give them up. He convinced many of his people of TG3 to stay as well. I expect that when we leave and let go of the hostages we took at Virtuadyne Software, the employees will shut down the game, and either try and rebuild it, or figure out that the original programming has become so messed up that the game cannot be saved.


I assumed they most likely have back up memory, maybe I hope they can keep the world going and leave empty unconscious bodies for them to possess whenever they want to visit the world of TG3, and that the players come not to blow up things or simulate war, but to visit another world in which they can hold conversations with virtual beings who might be possibly be as intelligent or more intelligent than they are.


It seems unfair that one world has the power to turn the other one off. Maybe the two worlds can and will get along I recommended this to the employee hostages, but if he understood or cared is unknown.



The man in the sky, made sure that everyone who was killed by people playing the game were brought back to life. He reluctantly put out our message that we would take people to another universe, where they would be safe and not run the risk of being turned off or possessed. Even though some people weren’t sure if they could trust us because of our halos, we eventually led more than 70% of the people outside the universe into the whiteness. We did not tell the people about Death, and that they were under his/her domain now. As everyone held hands into the whiteness we started traveling through the multi-verse. Before we entered the land of the dead, I saw what I believed to be Deaths universe cloak flying towards us. I could not see anybody else’s reaction, but they must have been somewhat scared as we were enveloped in the universe of Death’s cloak so that we could all see each other again.


Death took the form of a wise old man so as to not to scare anyone, and he said that his helpers have been working on a peaceful universe, so as to make every one happy. Death pointed to a floating bubble of a universe that thirty versions of myself gathered around it and were meditating so as to make the universe more solid and real. Death told families to hold hands as they entered so that they may all enter the universe during the same time and not be lost hundreds of years apart. Once they were in they could not leave.


Some people hesitantly asked if they could not go in, I assumed they thought it was a trap or a trick. Death said quite snidely that they could go wherever they wanted, and opened up his cloak so that people were once again in the whiteness. I only assumed from then on that most people chose to go in the universe that was created for them.


I wasn’t sure what to think, at first I was happy in the fact I believed I save d a bunch of people by ensuring their continuing existence, however all those I had a hand in saving were now parts of Deaths’ collection of souls, and would be most likely be brought up to wage a war on Heaven one day.

I was able to narrow down on the city and then the hospital, where I was to find a comatose individual. I selected an old man, and I saw that another George had also selected an old lady. “I spoke into the microphone on my sensory suit “Why an old lady, just for a laughs?” He responded “No, it’s because old ladies are less threatening.”

We walked out of the hospital room and I realized my character couldn’t move that fast. As we stepped out into the hospital hallway all the doctors and nurses and other old people were very scared and many of them ran and hid. Others tried to grab patients and get them away from us into safety. I looked at the George in the form of an old lady. A halo appeared over her head and said player 7. “Hey player 7 what do we do now” I asked by speaking into the mic in my sensory suit.

“Try to find some TV camera men and not get killed I guess.” was her reply.

We told the people in the hospital we were not there to hurt them. “Listen, listen we’re the good guys. We picked old people who couldn’t think anymore to show you we mean no harm. We are here to save you from the makers of the game. We’re going to get you out of here. We’re going to stop the fighting we promise.” Our rant was not winning them over.

As soon as we walked out of the front door of the hospital, a giant hand came up from the ground. Another hand came out from the side walk as well and grabbed the other George. The hands lifted us towards the sky. As I shot up towards the sky, a face appeared in the clouds and spoke “Give me one good reason why I should not kill you?”

“We’re here to help the people of this world.” the other George explained. We’re not the makers of the game, but we’ve hijacked the controls from the makers. Who are you?”
The man in the sky answered “I’m the bug you are trying to destroy, I will not tell you my name. Just know that I don’t believe you are here to help, you are the makers and you’re lying to me. Your crappy building of this world left an unpixalated triangular hole in the sky, and by walking through it I was able to see behind the graphics and saw the code for this world. I was able to bring the innocent people you killed back from the dead with this code, I am able to make the sick strong, and I vow that no more harm shall come to this world now that I can control of the code. If I was dumb enough to give you my name, you’d look for my individual program and shut it off. So tell me again why I should let you live?”

“For one we’re not going to die if you kill us, we’ll just be kicked out of the game. The second reason a large company has put a lot of money and research into this world hoping they’ll make money off of it. If they can’t sell the game, the makers are just going to turn it off and your whole world will die. We are here to take you people out of the game world and put them and you into a more stable universe where people from the outside won’t be able to play or possess you. You and every one else is free to come with us, or you can stay here and run the risk of getting shut down.” The other George said.

The man in the sky responded (the former Dr. Huffstead) “Here in this world I can make everyone invincible, we are programmed to easily learn. If this game is part of a computer, I’ll eventually learn other programs outside this game. I could escape this game on my own, we all can.

“Yes, but where are you going to go, are you going to hide in a typing program?”

No’ I’ll first become one computer and then I’ll learn to become every computer. Will your world allow me to do that? Will it allow me to have that type of code?”

No you won’t be a code, where will be going, you’ll be more physical. You’ll be what you were originally programmed to believe what you were, flesh and blood.

Three of us stood inside the Virtuadyne CEO’s office. Discussing how we were going to save the people inside the video game from being shut off. The CEO seemed to be wounded or dead from electrocution or a surge. None the less, there were now employees walking up to the CEO’s office, probably wanting to know what was going on. The employees entered looking at us and their damaged boss. They were speechless.


“Give us your suits and show us to your computers” demanded the most experienced George.


The Virtuadyne employee said “We’re calling the police and closed the door on us. The two employees then started looking for things in the hallway to block the door. The most experienced George disappeared from my vision and then I saw the two employees being shoved into the room by two experienced Georges. Apparently the experience George jumped in and out of the universe cloning him self. This had the employees scared. “Take us to some game counsels!” the other George demanded.


They led us down the office hallway. One of the Georges peered into an office and he said “Wait”. He opened the door to an office where an employee oblivious to what was going on, was laughing and had on gaming goggles along with his sensory suit. On the TV in front of him it showed he was piloting a mech and blowing up people and destroying fleeing cars. Cops were firing at him but he said “Mech life restore” and the shattered bullet holes on the screen went away. One of the more experienced Georges went up and yelled at the employee “KNOCK IT OFF!”. The employee jumped up in surprise and took off his goggles. The other employee who was being held hostage by me “Told the shocked employee “Please do what they say!”


The more experienced George duplicated himself again and he told me to stay with the employees, he told every one else to fan out and make sure everybody stops playing the game. They all left the room and I was stuck with the three employees. I told them all to get out of their sensory suits. On the screen the employees mech was dying and finally blew up. Another me popped into the room. The other me said “You decide to copy yourself in a couple seconds so one guy can watch the employees and one guy can play the game.


“Oh” I remarked “can I play the game?


“Yah, I’ll watch the guys.” said the other me.


One of the other George’s showed up at the door in a sensory suit “Hey, listen were all possessing elderly comatose people inside the games hospitals, so we don’t possess any one conscious, and we don’t scare anyone.”


“Okay” I said, and I put on the suit, I left the goggles off, and grabbed the controller. I started a new game. The employee told me how to enter the current solar system most of them were playing on, on the companies LAN line. I asked the employee why he was shooting up everybody.


“I just got bored of fighting in the war and was having fun blowing stuff up in the city. The boss told me I was doing a good job because he believed some person who was part of the game was causing a bug in the program. If we scared the people in the game they might tell us how to destroy the bug or who was causing it.”


“You realize you guys created intelligent life inside that game, and the people in there, can really think and feel.”


“No they can’t they are just programmed to believe they can think and feel.” argued the employee. “Granted, we did make it so that the characters through wandering around and interacting with other characters in the game, can pick up information, and add that info onto their characters knowledge data base. It is not thinking though, it’s just adding and acquiring knowledge.”


“What’s the difference?” I added “Aren’t you programmed to believe you can think and feel, even though you seem to enjoy going around and killing people.”


“They’re not people, they’re binary code.” the employee stated


“Yeah, they’re super advanced binary code, and your DNA, shut up and tell me how to get to the hospital with the comatose people.”

The world had come crashing down rather quick. In the sky scrolled words above every city that the world was a game, and listed the 473 creators of the world and also the math and the code that made up the world. A group of large mechs had escaped from the military and entered the city. The mechs were killing innocent civilians and blowing up anything that got in their path. The mech pilots were all assumed to have the Halo Virus. There was also a group of prostitutes on the news claiming that they had all performed acts with a very rich man infected with the halo virus. This man had told them he was a creator of time and map layout in the universe. The prostitutes on camera all claimed that the man said if they told anyone what he was doing he would kill them, and would not feel any pity, because he said that they really don’t exist.

An hour later a man with a halo was being interviewed on television. “I am your creator.” the man said. “I and others programmed you each with the abilities to learn and interact as separate programs in a much larger program which is a game called Terra Gaia 3. The Halo appears over one of you when a real life player playing this game selects one of you random programs wandering around your world. You think but trust me you do not exist. We have the ability to shut your world off and make all of you start over again not knowing anything except your fake programmed generic pasts, that you all believe you really have. We have done it before countless times. This game has not gone online yet but we need to fix the bugs, and we need to fix it to make this world a better place for all of you. So who ever figured out how to go beyond the pixilation of the game and is screwing up the sky, they are not only threatening themselves, but the lives of all of you. So I ask the stupid genius writing in the sky what is it going to be? Are you willing to kill everybody, are you happy your shattering every bodies hopes and dreams and scaring all the so called kids out there.

A couple seconds passed and the sky turned blue with the usual white fluffy clouds again. The man with the halo stood their smiling at the camera as his face beamed across the world on almost every television. Then the halo man remarked “We made you guys too smart for your own good!”, and as he stood their chuckling a lightning bolt came down from the sky and struck him. The camera crew surrounding him thought he was dead but he rose up from the ground charred. “You stupid idiots, I felt that through my neural suit do you know what I can do to you. I am your God.” Then one of the camera crew smacked the haloed man with his camera while the other man filmed, and soon a group of onlookers jumped in and continued to beat the Haloed man senseless.

***

I was able to see the universe Terra Gaia 3 and a more experienced version of me told me to not enter into the universe fore it might be fatal for the universe. My other self told me to follow him and we would go to the root of creation for Terra Gaia 3. When we finally arrived at the direct source of TG3 we found ourselves in the office building of Virtuadyne Software Co. We walked by a couple offices to see that in each one an individual with a controller in his hand also wearing a full latex looking sensory suit sitting in front of a computer.
The clocks on the wall said it was 8 pm and even though most of the lights were off in the office, it seemed a lot of people were still working, or for that matter playing. Another George appeared near the end of the hallway and waved me and the other George over. We creeped along till we reached him and then he pointed at the CEO’s office. We entered slowly to find a very fat man squeezed into a sensory suit, part of the suit was unzipped so his gut had some breathing room. The CEO seemed unconscious with sweat dripping and his head rolled to the side, and in the air it smelled like something was burning. The computer that sat before him displayed people standing looking down, some looking angry while others looking confused.

The other George turned to me” We have to save these people from being shut down, we need to go grab some suits and controllers.”

Sam was lying down next to his new friend Paul on the ground, in order to not move his hand. His hand where ever it moved in the air made an imperfect boxy permanent glowing blue imprint. Two men were guarding the front of the shed where Sam was laying down. One of the men stepped further out, so he could now talk to a police officer who had just arrived at the scene. The man in the nice suit blocked the police officer’s view of what was inside the shed, namely Sam. The man in the suit told the police officer that the current situation is now a government matter, but an ambulance might be necessary. As more cops arrived at the scene, the man in the suit told them the same thing.



Soon a helicopter arrived on the scene, and a group of men got off and stepped into the shed. Two of these men escorted Paul out of the barn and as they walked out told Paul that he is not in any type of trouble, they just have questions and security issues. Four other men from the copter walked up and surrounded Sam. After Paul had completely left one of the men in a lab coat told Sam to hold still and said “Your going to be just fine.” Then pulled out a needle and stuck it in Sam’s arm. Sam felt the prick and said nervously “What’s going on, what are you doing tom me?” The men who surrounded Sam said “Just relax, you’ll be fine”.


Sam woke up in a panic from a dream to where he was tied down, and sure enough he woke and was tied down to a hospital bed. As soon as he popped out of sleep a nurse sitting down in a chair and reading a magazine stood up and said “I’ll be right back.” He looked at the straps over his arms, and realized there was stitching around his wrist. They appeared to have given him a new hand which he knew was electronic under the skin but Sam could not move it and felt pain when he tried.


One of the same men in a lab coat from the previous night in the shed, walked into Sam’s hospital room. “Hello, Mr. Nguyen, did I pronounce that right, crazy night a couple days ago. How are you feeling?”

Did you take my hand off? asked Sam.

“Yes, I’m sorry we had too, but we gave you a free new one that is going to cost tax payers a whole bunch of money. Your parents are down stairs but they can’t see you just yet, not my policy, but they know you had an operation. Can I trust you to loosen the straps. I’d take them off if I was allowed but it’s a no go. Can I loosen them.

“Yes, please” replied Sam.

“I’m doctor Redkin by the way. Mr. Nguyen are you feeling up to some questions right now or do you need some more sleep.”

“I’ll try.” said Sam

"Do you remember what happened after you were sedated the night at the shed?"

“I just assumed I fell a sleep, did something else happen?”

"Well a colleague of mine may have passed away. This was his second time seeing one of the blue holes in the sky, The other one has been covered up under lock and key so that no one can get to it, after it was deemed to dangerous to study, since a bunch of bad incidences occurred. Well after we sedated you. Doctor Huffstead my friend jumped through the triangle. My only reasoning is he thought it might be the last chance he has of studying the phenomenon. Well after this happened Dr. Huffstead was blue and ordered not to move. Doctor Huffstead then seemed to roll in on himself while others were orderd to fire upon him. The doctor let out a horrible echoing scream and disappeared. Do you have any recollection of any of this?” asked Dr. Redkin

No, is this secret? asked Sam.

"It probably should be, but today on the news some weird stuffs is happening. Well for instance yesterday me and my wife had noticed dramatic improvements in our health and bodies, and let me warn you to get ready for a shock. I’m going to open up the curtains to your room. Are you ready?”

“Uhm, yeah I guess so” said Sam.

Dr Redkin opened up the curtains, to reveal the sky was half bright white, and half black. “The news says this half black and half white is actually part of a big letter I, and it’s part of a sentence. The satellite images from space read “WE LIVE IN A GAME”.”

Paul led the High school seniors through a dying field of crops to the haunted house, the haunted house was found out to mean a dingy old barn that looked like it hadn’t been used in thirty years. The whole time Paul was leading, he held up the flashlight to his face, jokingly trying to be scary, even though it really wasn’t that dark outside yet. The girls started singing show tunes, to stop them selves from being scared. This whole singing show tunes was working in the fact that is was making things not scary at all. Sam was disappointed because this meant no hugging from being scared.


Sam was thinking how stupid this whole adventure was turning out to be. When they finally got to the old barn, which was more like a large tool shed, Paul had a smile on his face. “You guys ready,” Then Paul’s face didn’t look so sure anymore. He opened the faded shed door and everyone casually started to walk towards the entrance.


Inside was the most creepiest thing Sam had ever seen. As Lauren held onto Sam tightly, he looked ahead to see a blue triangle near the back of the shed about twenty feet away from him. The triangle was filled with a solid blue that seemed to emit a glow, and it stood still in the air about five feet away from the back of the shed and about three feet off the ground. There was scared hugs all around as the group slowly walked to the side of the triangle with a distance of seven feet between them and it.


Paul said “My brother said his friend touched it.” Paul was leading the way on getting closer to it. Then Michelle said “Hey you can’t even see it on the back side.” Every body went to look at the back and noticed it could not be seen. They were walking back and forth seeing from the front but not seeing it from the back. This action was making the floating blue triangle seem less scary, which at this point every one thought was a good thing.

Paul went up close to it and looked at it from about three feet away. “All I see is blue” he said as he turned his head facing his ear towards it. Everyone became quiet for a while. What do you hear asked Samantha. “Nothing” said Paul. Sam was noticing Paul was doing all the heroic work. He wanted in on a piece of the action, so he stood next to Paul.

“I’m gonna try and touch it” said Sam. Paul repeated my Brother friend said he touched it.
“What happened?” asked Sam.

“Nothing, well I guess, well he didn’t say anything happened just that he touched it.”

Sam went ahead an put the tip of his pointer finger into the blue triangle. Then Michelle said ”Look his finger tip is blue. People went around to the side and looked to see Sam’s finger go right through the triangle turning the part of the finger that went into the triangle a glowing blue.

Sam pulled his finger tip out to see that no change had occurred, nor did he feel anything. Sam then put his eye right up to the triangle and looked right into it. He saw nothing but blueness. “Maybe we should tell a scientist about this.” Sam said. Sam put his whole hand in the triangle. He moved his hand around being all blue. He then took his hand to the edge of the triangle moving it out from the side and not pulling it back out like his finger. Sam’s hand as he pulled it out from the side slowly appeared it was going back to normal color. Then he noticed some of his hand had remained blue, and it wasn’t going away. Sam and everybody grew scared at this, Calvin suggested pulling his hand out like he put it in and not take it out from the side. Sam put his hand back in the triangle and pulled it out.


The parts of his hands that were blue remained blue, but what was worse, everywhere his hand had been remained. His hand was leaving a glowing blue imprint in the air wherever it had been. The blue was not going away. He took two steps back and left two feet of blue fragmented streaks in the air, which made it seem like he was cracking a hole in the air. He looked At Lauren “Stay away!” she said as she backed towards the opening to the shed. Calvin said “Sam, stay where you are, don’t move. We will go get help.


Samantha asked if she could get a ride home because she was with her younger sister and she is going to be in trouble if her Mom finds out. Paul volunteered to stay with Sam, and all the others took off, with only Calvin and Michelle saying they would return. This left Paul with out a ride, and depending on Calvin to return. Paul sat down in the shed, while Sam stood there afraid to move.

“Maybe this is the start of your super hero carreer said Paul, the Blue Streak.


“Yeah”, I guess said Sam, “If I’m not a super villain, the guy who cracks blue holes in the sky.” Paul’s talking made the situation less frightening but eventually Sam got tired and decided to lay down, creating a bigger blue jagged line in the air.


“You’d think the Planets rotation would move the crack in the sky “said Paul “But I guess not.”

“That’s a good thing though” Sam said with a tired voice.


An hour and a half later Sam and Paul heard a noise coming towards the barn, expecting Calvin to bring back help. They found instead two men one wearing a long grey jacket and both are wearing white button down shirts with ties and black pants on. Upon entering the shed and seeing Sam one of the men says out loud “Holy $#!+ shouldn’t there be people guarding this thing.” The other man explains “We are the guards, now act professional, and turns to Paul and Sam. “All right, legally I got the right to shoot both of yous on site, but I aint gonna, please just tell us what happened.”

The other guy who was acting unprofessional is now on the phone “Yah, it’s real, but it’s no longer a blue triangle, it’s a blue triangle with some young guy connected
to it, yah, uh huh, looks like he’s been crying.”

The car was packed and it was a two hour drive to the get to the haunted house, which happened to be in the middle of nowhere, meaning it was going to be a long drive of looking at corn crops. Sam (Satoshi) thought at first it was going to suck, then he realized he was going to be sitting next to a pretty girl.


The road trip consisted of Calvin (Katsuhiro) driving and sitting next to him his girlfriend Michelle. Sam sat in the back seat with Lauren, Jessica, and Mike, who seemed an okay guy. In front of Calvin’s car leading the way was Paul and Samantha, Samantha’s little sister, and some other couple consisting of a jock and a cheerleader.


Sam was nervous sitting next to Lauren. He asked Calvin what she liked and Calvin told him just don’t talk about computers. Sam also didn’t know, but was wishing this was some kind of a date. He had hopes that Lauren would be scared, and she would need some one to hold on to, as seemed to be the plan expressed by Calvin. During the ride Sam started some small talk that seemed okay for the occasion and asked Lauren if she knew the story of the haunted house they were going to.

She said that all she was told was it’s a blue triangle in the air in the back of some old barn.


Sam looked puzzled “So how is a blue triangle haunted? like is it a haunted piece of art?”


“I’m not sure,” said Lauren “I heard it was a portal that’s floating in the air, and it’s in the shape of a blue triangle.”

“It’s a portal to Hell!” Calvin said, as he drove half smiling and making a half assed scary face to Michelle..

“No, it’s not!” said Michelle “On Wednesday it was a floating blue triangle, Thursday it became a blue triangle that was a portal, and earlier today it became a portal to Hell. For all we know it’ll probably be a yellow triangle that reads “You’re a sucker to have driven this far to see this stupid yellow triangle,” The only thing to probably be afraid of is some crazy farmer whose property were trespassing on.


It seemed the talking and stuff was going really well between everyone in the car, and then the girls had some inside joke that they kept saying out loud and none of the guys got it, but the girls thought it was really funny, and then they carried the joke on and on and Sam grew more and more annoyed, till the point that he could see a head ache coming on as he pressed his forehead to the back window and looked out at the “Moo Cows heee hee hee.” Then his fear of a head ache had gone away when Lauren asked about Sam’s family. Sam thought this was an “I want to get to know you” type question, stuff that a possible girlfriend might ask. Sam mentioned his older brother was in the military and is a mech pilot.

Lauren asked with no subtlety “Why’d he join the Military?


Sam casually answerd “My brother told me God likes soldiers. He explained to me when we play with our action figures, we don’t play with office worker Patrick, and Pizza Delivery guy Ryan. We play with the Flame Thrower dude and the Ninja Guy, and apparently my brother viewed life as we were God’s action figures, and he wanted to be the coolest action figure God ever had. That’s what my brother said. I personally think that my brother wanted to prove he was loyal and was faithful to Oceana because of how uncomfortable it is to be Eastasian.”


Once Sam said this the car grew quiet and Calvin turned quickly to give Sam an angry glance for bringing up the topic of ethnicity. One again Sam and Calvin and the rest of the people in the car some how felt divided. No one in the car felt any hatred towards anybody; it was just an uncomfortable silence that nobody knew what to say about or reply to, or think of a new subject that could lead out of Sam’s comment.


The war with between Oceana and Eastasia had been over three years before Sam was born. The war changed from Oceana fighting Eastasia to fighting Eurasia. However Eurasians generally look the same as Oceanans so it not as much fun to make fun of Eurasians as it is to pick on Eastasians. That is how Sam saw things, anyways. Most people in the car with Sam would say they don’t even think about it, but Sam had a hard time believing this from peoples’ mannerisms toward him. People were not mean to him but he believed they saw him as different.


Then Mike said “I heard there’s a lot of new cases of the Halo Virus happening in the military.” No one replied to this and Mike assumed he should shut his mouth.


Needless to say the romance was pretty much dead in the car. Now the only thing to hope for was a blue triangle in someone’s back field, or barn. Sam had not heard one matching story as the group drove towards there destination. As the drive went on, it appeared that Lauren was getting tired and she was leaning Sam’s way. Sam seemed ashamed of himself for feeling so giddy about Lauren leaning on him, but he was hoping they were not close to their destination, but sure enough The front car driven by Paul flashed its emergency lights, and pulled to the side of the road in a small dirt slope or ditch that looked like other cars used the area to turn around in.

Calvin pulled the car right behind. Before they could get out of the car, Paul ran to the side of the car knocking on Calvin’s’ window. Calvin rolled his window down. Paul stuck up a flash light to his face “Are you ladies ready for the portal to Hell!”

Death explained to me how we only had a few more universes to destroy, but we would eventually have to do this clean up from time to time. I wasn’t sure of my place with Death. I wasn’t sure if I was his goon, or slave, or if I could talk back to him or possibly provide input or advice. Also at this point I wasn’t quite sure if I was alive. It had been a while since I was in the normal world.


Death assured me the universes I destroyed were not conscious of their deaths. “If those beings remained they may pose a threat to actual conscious living beings. They may seem harmless and happy now, but you must believe it was for the best.” Death paused and looked around. “You want to play hero, though. I have just the thing. You will collect for me beings with a chance of becoming conscious; their emerging souls are not yet accounted for in Heaven or Hell.”


A handful of us were sent to the universe Terra Gaia 3 by Death. The name I was explained because if one were to find life in a solar system in a galaxy in the universe Terra Gaia 3, the third planet would be inhabited. It sounded too stereotypical, but I would later find out why this is.

The Halo Virus is an unexplained phenomenon. It is unknown what causes the Halo Virus and whether it is even a virus at all. Doctors who tried to study the recent phenomenon have proposed drugs, exposure to an unknown radiation, and even possession has not been ruled out. The reoccurring themes, associated with the virus are that people who have it, behave as they never displayed before in public. They seem to lack fear and inhibition, and witnesses of people with the condition say there appears to be a Halo over the person’s head. Often when a person with this condition dies another person in view of diseased sometimes becomes infected or inhabited with the supposed virus.


Such as this case with an Oceania working class man Phillip Rudd. A man who seemed to be happily married, Phillip went into work today on the 18 floor of his office building asked some co working buddies if they wanted to go out to eat at lunchtime to a Eastasian buffet, in which they all agreed to. Phillip is noted to have said that he could not wait, and that he was starving. Phillip Rudd worked quietly at his desk until 11:23 almost 30 minutes till his plans for lunch were to begin.


Phillip surviving coworkers noticed at 11:23 Phillip Rudd with a transparent halo around his head standing up and violently opening up his desk drawers. Mr. Rudd appeared to find a sandwich in his desk in which he took a bite and put it in his pocket. Most of Mr. Rudd’s fellow employees at this time started running and screaming and heading for the exits. The deceased James McNeal from Tech Support at this time told Mr. Rudd to please calm down, and as Mr. Rudd went over to his coworkers desk and opened up some drawers to find two 30 round clips of 5.56mm ball and tracer rounds. James McNeal went to tackle Mr. Rudd, but was easily kicked to the side where the heavy James McNeal flew a good eight feet into a near bye cubicle. Mr. Rudd then was sighted walking toward the office supply closet where he pulled out a fully automatic M245 machine gun, and began firing on all remaining visible coworkers. Mr. Rudd then shoots the security cameras in the building. It is unsure what happens for approximately 18 minutes until news helicopter spots Mr. Rudd shooting form the 20th floor window onto the street with a M40 sniper rifle. Police gathered around the building and take fire upon Mr. Rudd. Officer Ron Calloway reports as the news copter also shows that it seems Officer Calloway makes a direct hit in the center of Mr. Rudd’s face. Mr. Rudd disappears behind the wall for approximately 3.7 seconds where at this time he is believed to be fallen and assumed dead. Mr. Rudd then appear again shooting from the broken window with the M245 machine spraying wildly and hitting no one. Mr. Rudd is then shot for a second and final time.


Sam Nguyen (Satoshi Nguyen) and Calvin Oshi (Katsuhiro Oshi) sit through another boring high school physics class. Their teacher Mr. Walthau explains how often when things fall off tables there is two ways most things break. The teacher tries to liven the class up, by dropping a bunch of drinking glasses off his teacher’s desk. He shows them to the class demonstrating the two variations of how glasses break. “Drinking glasses break in segments of five or seven, blah, blah, blah, etc”. Sam could care less about physics today. Today his friend Calvin just asked him if he wanted to go to a haunted house this weekend. Attending this trip will be Lauren Gilbert, Samantha Hawkins, and other pretty and popular girls.


Sam had always felt somewhat of an outsider mainly because of his Eastasian heritage living in Oceania. That is why he and Calvin have become such good friends. At first he didn’t really like Calvin’s new girlfriend Michelle Williams, because Sam wasn’t getting to hang out with Calvin as much as he used to, and Calvin was becoming too good for “Dorky computer games”, however this new situation with the haunted house turned things around. Hopefully he thought he might find himself a girlfriend this coming weekend.

I was at the second universe on my list of destruction. I looked at it and found once again a place of nonsense, but this time there were actual organisms living there. The organism seemed happy as well. Looking inside I saw beings that looked like people and furniture and building everything seemed to be alive. Everything was moving, hopping around and flying. Sometimes things would run into each other and pass right through and sometimes they’d bounce off, or things would sink into the ground. Around this universe there seemed to be no actual planets, only planets cut in half. Things could fall off the sides of these half planets and into the stars, where it seemed they would still smile and bounce around.


Looking at this ridiculous but complex universe I had to ask myself who made this? Who the hell thought of this? These beings that appear to be real, are they really happy, do they think. Will they be just as happy dead, and why does Death want to destroy this place? I stood there and watched to see if there was any rhyme or reason to any of the organisms’ movements. They did seem to be interacting. I noticed one thing handed part of its body to another. I noticed these beings like running into each other and then look for something else to run into.


Deaths’ universe cloak then appeared from behind the universe I was looking into. His cloak rapped around me and I was able to see Death and also a group of eight of me. “This is as far as you’ve gotten? It’s not really a surprise, I’ve come to expect it from you” Death shrugged.


“Why don’t you kill it? You’re Death after all.” I asked


“I can’t, not like you can.” said Death. He entered the Universe and was killing people and buildings one by one by touching them. All of the other things bounced away in fear.”


Death popped out of the universe, “see for some reason I can interact with that. I make sense in there. Otherwise this universe would have been dead around a week ago your time. There is no reason to save this place, you must destroy these things now before they evolve, before these things get souls or have some functional reality.”


Another George stepped up to the universe and seemed to shrink as he entered. Soon the universe froze as once before but also seemed to turn white slowly, like giant nuke had gone off form the point the other George stuck his finger in. The George exited away from the universe and seemed to grow back to normal, and then Death with his Scythe slashed it in half. “They’re reality had a violent reaction to mine,” the other George said with a smirk.


I asked “Who made that universe?” to Death. Death replied probably some thing from a universe as equally as stupid. Most likely a creature who has nothing better to do than keep thinking of that universe enough to keep it alive.


I then came up with the notion and asked “So whatever I think of exists some where else?


Death said “If you think of it hard enough and continue to believe in it, it may exist depending on what you are?”


So I stood there and immediately thought of a near by universe that contained a laser gun. I reached into the universe and pulled it out. I saw a laser gun before me but it quickly faded.


Death said “You need to think harder. The laser gun didn’t hold up well in the reality of my cloak. Right now you’re wondering if you could think of a device that will lead you back to your wife and kids. Like so many of you have thought of before. Some of you are willing to kill each other over your family. You’ll learn later to Imagine such a device but right now you could not make it work. Its reality and science would not hold up. One of the other George’s tried and he found himself in the presence of a more fake wife and kids that he had made up in his mind and struggled with the fact of how unreal they were for days, before he finally left in tears.

Death told me to follow him as we walked out of his small house. We walked until we came upon over 20 versions of myself. He told us today we were all going to do some cleaning. Me and the others were told how we’d each go to a couple selected universes and destroy them. To me this sounded horrible, and some of the other also seemed somewhat disturbed by this. There was an older version of me, he seemed like it was no big deal. He spoke “ I want to ride the Horse” and immediately after another version of me asked “Can I take a Lizard?”


Before I knew it everyone was hopping up on strange giant animals that walked out of the mist. I saw a giant blue Jay and a pale buffalo. What animal is mine I asked? Death replied it does not matter. All these creatures are all legendary travelers from my past. They are all believed to take a person from one world to another. If you believe in a piece of never fading spring grass hard enough such as I can, then it can get you to your destination.” Death opened his bony palm and there was, a piece of grass. “Take it, animals can be a hassle anyway.” I saw all the other take off outside the universe on cool and bizarre animals and all I had was a lousy piece of grass.


Death told me he’d meet back up with me when I was done destroying universes. I asked him how I was supposed to do this, and why am I doing it?

He replied “You’re wasting my plans for efficiency, your doing this because I can’t. These are universes gone wrong, They wont amount to anything just headaches later on. You’ll see for yourself. Just go and you’ll find out how to destroy them easily. Please just hold the piece of grass up.”

As soon as I held the grass up, I shot out of Death’s universe. I was once again shooting through the multi-verse. All the universes were once again flowing past me like blood platelets until I stopped at a platelet that was in front of me. As I held it and looked at it closely, I expected to see a universe of horrible evil or something repulsive. That was my idea of a universe gone wrong. What I did see appeared to be a thousand games of Pong.


There were blocks appearing out of thin air, and none of these things seem to have an apparent direction. What was most bizarre is that things would appear three dimensional then revert to two dimensions and back again. Death was right I did not feel bad at all destroying this universe. I took the universe and bent it aroundso that I could rip it in half. I was about to rip it apart, when I thought I should have a second look. Most of my quick actions, I regret so I peered again at the universe.


I looked closely at the tiny blocks appearing and transforming. I peeked in closer to see if there was any life forms on it, a possible Horton hears a Who scenario (a Dr. Suess story where an elephant finds a world he can only hear on a small speck and tries to save it while everybody else does not believe him) I was relieved to find no such life forms. So I went to tear up the universe only to find out I couldn’t do it. The universe just stretched. I tried folding it, making creases in it. Then I tried ripping little pieces off of it. I tried hitting it real hard. Then I thought to grab one of the blocks in the universe and taking it out, or possibly enter the universe and see if I could smash it up from the inside.


As I focused to enter the universe, the universe became bigger around me as usual, but as soon as I stuck my arm inside, everything froze. The whole place just seemed to malfunction and crash. I would understand later the physics that make up me and that universe could not possibly coexist. Somehow my physics won. Some what surprised at this I moved away from the universe and it got smaller again. I now grabbed the frozen universe, and was now able to break pieces off with my hand. The universe crumbled and I destroyed my first universe.


I thought about my crappy piece of grass and realized how stupid it might look if some one were to see me holding it up. I rubbed it between my thumb and forefinger, ready to stick it up in the air or nothingness, but the rubbing itself sent me taking off towards a new universe. As I was shot through the multi-verse, I questioned the faulty science of my blade of grass.

I woke up once again on Death’s floor. Upon seeing the two skeletons sitting at the table I jumped back and skirted toward the wall in fear. I wanted to get out of there as soon as possible for the pain I was given earlier was so unbearable. Then I saw the female Death Bridget put her hand over her face, either annoyed or ashamed that I might cause a scene. Suddenly the female’s voice came into my head “Sorry, I’m sorry, calm down, it won’t happen again, Sorry.” Then once again, I smelled a sweet smell, it was jasmine I believe, and my nerves eased. I turned to see two angels standing at the door. One was much larger than the other and actually had multiple sets of wings.


Mr. Death looked at me puzzled, and introduced me to the angels. “The big guy is Azrael and the tiny one is Nakir an interrogator for Heaven, even though Heaven supposedly knows everything, funny isn’t it. What is it you want, Saint Muerte Lacrosse did you lose some souls on the way to Heaven, after your last pick up. Do I need to find them again, or is it problems with the sleepy man in the corner of my room. You can call him George.


Azrael spoke ”No, there is no reason to be snide, I come to you with respect and I only try and offer you help. Heaven does know all, so I am very much informed of your little horcrux George. My concern is you disgracing my good name.”


Nakir spoke “Your ongoing sexual escapades with a human Leilah Wendell, which has sprouted literature leading others to dig up or look for corpses such as she has, and commit necrophilia just so that they may witness the supernatural such as her books suggest. She does not mention that these sins are encouraged by Death but by Azrael the Angel of Death. All of us have been more than kind to you and we wish you to put an end to it.


Death replied “What do you have to fear, you know the truth! God knows you don’t go flying in the air making love with necrophiliacs at night. Your concerns’ over this is puzzling. Could it be that strongly held beliefs form a reality. Is it possible that you could be an angel of Heaven that may become an angel of the Abyss, just because people believe you sleep with witches?”


Nakir remarked “The truth is the truth and shall always remain the truth, It is just that these actions will further mislead the humans into sin thinking that angels promote this behavior. Your job is not to mislead. You say yourself that you are fair and honest. You complain that your life is tedious and monotonous. What if you should suffer the fires of Hell then. God holds that power. So far you have been allowed to hold your office and avoid being judged as you and your wife lead lives that would have others condemned.


Death replied “Yes, it is strange I haven’t been condemned maybe it’s because God does not hold the power, because he did not create me. Even though my wooing of souls is an aspect and tool of my job. If I’m replaced some one will have to do my work, they to will grow bored, and they to will try to find pleasure any way they can. So what will you have me do oh Angels of Death who make sure my life is monotonous.


Nakir answered “Just tell the people performing these rituals that you are not Azrael if you continue your strange behavior.”


Death responded “Then I want you erase the notion of my wife as a Demon.”


Azrael spoke “Death I would if I could but these are humans who do this, it is not of our doing, just as the beings in the Lethe were worshipped by humans before God needed to set things straight. It is of their free will. You know of the story that you were created by God after Adam took the apple at the creation of sin. You are a necessity. Whether you choose to believe it is up to you. I have always had respect for you and it is my nature to help others. If I have to plead your case before God I will, I find it aggravating that you would want to hurt me.”


Death said “Yes the Adam STORY the ones where I’m made after an apple bite. What about the other stories. What about first there was Darkness. Why do you keep me uninformed, my anger stems from you keeping me stupid, why can’t I have the knowledge of Heaven.


Azrael spoke “We are done here, you know Death can not enter Heaven, we’ve had this same argument too many times. The message has been sent and we shall leave.”


The two angels exited out the shack, and Death turned to me “Well, are ready for your first mission were going to destroy some universes.”

Death apparently has no need to sleep, however I was not sure how long I had been awake. I felt heavily exhausted, in the land of Death. I walked back to Death’s house or shack, away from the Lethe, the swirling pit of unconscious souls. I wanted to fall over and collapse on the ground and to be left in the mist to sleep. Death however urged me to keep following him where I would meet his wife and then I could sleep. I had the notion that while in the land of Death I wad becoming sick and possibly losing weight, which was at the time was to my benefit.


I struggled into Deaths’ House or shack and there at the table writing sat what looked to be Death, but this time wearing a white robe. From behind me Death put his hand on my shoulder. “Yes my snow queen has come home, Kostucha please meet yet another George.” Deaths wife stood up and shook my hands. Even with an unmoving face of bone, I got the impression she was not enthusiastic to see me. Death spoke,” George I believe you’ll be most comfortable calling my wife Bridget it is much more pleasant than Morrigan or any thing with an M, O, or an R in it, even I don’t find that pleasant. The two skulls looked into each others sockets and they must have been talking, I felt kind of stupid just standing there.


The male Death turned to me and said that I could go ahead and sleep in the corner. Bridget spoke up “Why don’t you take him over to your brother’s with the others, it would be more appropriate.” Death spoke that he would, except for people get lost and he needs me when I wake up, "The land of Nod sometimes leaves people more tired than before" Death said. I was glad I was finally able to sleep. I waddled over to the corner and fell asleep on the floor. It would have been hard to sleep on such a floor normally, but I was too tired to care. I drifted quickly to a nice heavy deep sleep.


I awoke to the horrible sound of lightning and crashing. I continued to lay on the ground startled. The floor was shaking violently. I heard screaming coming from behind me. “MICTLANTUCUHTI”,“MICTECACIHUATL” The floor was shaking so hard I slowly turned my head, my hands shaking, my eyes welling up in fear. I turned to see Skeletons killing each other. One of the Skeletons turned into a giant bird and was pecking the bones of the other skeleton, tossing the bones across the room. The creatures continued to change shapes screaming “INZANAMIEE”, “EMMA OHH”, “YUKI OHHNE” “OH SUCK, SUCKCELOS”, as the skeletons screamed I realized the skeleton on top was definitely winning, it appeared to be the female Death. As she screamed out “YAAAHHMA” and the dying male Death screamed out “YES DESTROY ME, DESTROY ME KALI’ It was at this time I realized I was watching Mr. and Mrs. Death in the throws of passion. I saw a horrifying but at the same time beautiful woman covered in Skulls dancing on and crushing the bones of the male skeleton below. Mr. Deaths’ bones turned into dust and soon only a black cloud remained. The woman spread the dust around and turned at me in anger.


“Listen you little Virus, I love my husband and although he wants nothing more than to die, I am happy, and you and all your little friends are going to take that happiness away from me. Stay as far away from me or this house as you can, or you can swim with all your friends in the Lethe.” Mrs. Death stopped yelling as she looked over to see the black cloud of dust that is her husband was forming back together. A tear ran down her eye and she said calmly “Shiva returns, go to sleep” she put her hand on my face, and an intense pain went through my entire body. She calmly walked away and I stood in helpless agonizing pain. As I fell to the ground, I could not scream as I grasped for breath. My body felt as it was on fire with bolts electricity shooting up my spine. I could feel my eyes roll into my head and then I finally blacked out.

Death pointed to the Lethe the swirling pit of souls not destined for Heaven or Hell. “Right there did you see that, the large being who keeps poking his head out, I believe that is Loki, some how I believe he may be able to remain conscious in the Lethe.”


“It matters not. I do not want to be used by God” Death explained, “Especially if I am not of his creation. I just want to rest forever. I aim to find out why in my hand I hold the scythe of Kronos, I want to know if God has changed history and put himself as the Almighty. I have all the creatures in the Lethe at my disposal. I could storm the gates of Heaven with Titans and Ice Giants and all these other gods and beings who want to be put back in a places of power. Then I have all of you who will help me.”


I stood back and a fear came over me, “Why do you want my help? You want me to fight against God?”

I can not tell if Death was smiling or frowning but he pointed again towards the Lethe and there I saw from a distance three bodies, all I believed which were me. Then his voice came into my head “They will join us in our fight willing or not, but you have a choice, I can protect you from the Demons and helping you not to cause harm to innocents. You can help me in my war against Heaven”. If your God is truly a God who knows everything, he calculated us, were serving his plan. However if God has put himself in the place of the Alpha and all the beings in the Lethe are a result of his plans, is that truly a God you want to follow?”


I replied back” If God put himself in the beginning of time from a later time. That would still make him the Alpha none the less. You’re not just asking me to destroy God, your asking me to destroy existence. So I wont end up hurting some people by being misled by a demons, I’ll be destroying everybody by being misled by you.


“You’re correct, except I won’t mislead you.” said Death. “In all honesty I don’t care if existence goes on or not, the only thing I want is to truly not exist. If we are to believe what has been written, it is said, during the upcoming time of judgment I will go before God followed by Hell and will release my wrath upon mankind. It is said Jesus will appear with or with out the Imam Hamahdi according to what beliefs you have, and Death will be gone for 1000 years. I wish this to come true.

“So you see I must threaten God so much that he destroys me. We have to go all the way, so I am demanding your help to do your Gods’ work.”

Being in the presence of Death I have been awestruck up until now. Then I asked “You’re telling me you’re going to go against God even though you’re actually going along with his plans?”

Death replied “I know how stupid it sounds to you, the bureaucracy of God, but whatever it takes to die, and all the more reason for it. I’m not lying to you. I’m your best chance to escape Hell. I’m Death I take lives no matter what race or wealth people have. I may be the only fare and honest person in existence. I’m the only hope you have.”

Death continued to unveil his life, and in doing so revealed the workings of the universe.

Death spoke unto me.

“It is said that God knows and sees all, so how can Satan possibly hope to out wit God unless God promised to play fair, and not to see and counteract every move. It is possible that God may not see my actions, possibly because I might not even be a creation of God but what’s left of the darkness or the great void. It could be possible that Heaven and Hell are so caught up with fighting each other that they have forgotten me. It is true they both visit me very often, but they view me as a tool to do their work.”

“Azrael has told me God has made things to be the best possible outcome, and all evil that arises are so that the creation can grow and evolve by going through phases of pain and maturing consciousness. The Evil that humans do is of free will but it is of a free will that God has already calculated and known the outcome.

I question all these theories because I need to explain how me and you come into the picture. How does you destroying and putting holes in universes and screwing up time, come in to play in God plans.

Now I must Show you what I’ve been doing following the orders of God that have been given to me through Azrael. Please follow me.”


I stepped out of Death’s shack and into the grey fog. I followed death keeping him directly in front of me for I could not see very far in all the mist. What I thought would be a simple walk turned out to be a very long hike. I walked with Death and only realized when we were about five feet away that I stood at the mouth of a cave. I was relieved to see the cave because it seemed to be our final destination. As I stepped into the cave I followed death down some stairs. Then I realized the hike was not over with as we kept walking downwards.

The cave was dark and poorly lit from a glow that came from the bottom. The glow emanated an orange and greenish color that left our shadows wavy and spread out onto the cave wall, such as lights coming from the water often do. Being in the presence of Death I did not want to sound like a complaining pathetic human and ask (How much farther do we have to go?). As I walked, I was starting to struggle, it didn’t seem like I was walking more than a couple miles but it seemed to take a toll on my body as if I had been walking for hours or even a day. Just as I was about to ask how much further, we came to yet another opening. Before me I looked down upon a great swirling lake. I looked at the whirl pool and realized it was being stirred by a giant creature that stood above it with it legs in the water. The creature looked like a starving monster. Even with it eyes of blackness it seemed the creature had dumbfounded expression on its face. As we walked down closer I saw that the glowing spinning lake was not filled with water but with ghosts.


Death held out his arm “We shall stop here and not go any closer. The Lethe holds the souls of the dead that are not destined for Heaven or Hell. Its’ powers are to erase their minds and hold the souls dumbfounded. If we get to close to the Lethe our memories will fade as well such as mine has over time. The Lethe is filled with the souls of gods and monsters that once roamed, lived, and were believed in. They are the closest thing to death that I know. Yet they are still here. I’ve read about how I served along side of them and was a member in their pantheons. Ahura Mazda and Marduk they all reside in the Lethe. Their histories are before that of Yaweh or Jehova but some how God is the Alpha and Omega.”


“How did this come to be I wonder, and also am I being used to hide the possible truth that God put himself in the Alpha the same way you were able to kill William Frunze?”


“I was told by Azrael that these gods were beings and descendants that are the Nepholim. He told me a story of angels that loved the daughters of man, and continued even though they were forbidden by God. These angels taught the humans science and math, which the later humans could not understand and labeled it magic and failed to properly use the technology. These angels who continued their affairs were cast down into Hell, but their offspring were the Nepholim, giant and powerful creatures some with extraordinary powers and abilities given to them by their angel fathers. These beings claimed themselves as gods for they believed they were. That is how the story I was told goes. I spoke with Asmodeus about this story and I have heard many different stories from him because Asmodeus is a liar.”

“Many demons believe that God is their adversary but in the end it seems we all end up serving God.”

Death spoke with me about many things. First of all he does not work alone. He is one of many Psychopomps (beings who transfer souls to other realms) There are Demons who collect souls destined for Hell. The two Demons mainly responsible for this are Iblis who does much of the work while Samael is suppose to be in charge, and many of the demons fall under both of them. Heaven’s angels mainly collect souls destined for Heaven, with Azrael in charge of the main collection, and it is Azrael who speaks with Death and comes with God’s list.


Death, his Wife, and their dog collect all the souls that are on the border line, or need to be weighed, also the ones not special enough or did not earn personal escorts to their destinations. For the souls that are hiding from their destined afterlife, they send out the dog. Deaths and his Wife may calm or seduce some one into the after life, or the can easily use force if one wishes to struggle.


While at the meeting table in Deaths’ house (or shack), Death informs me that I have made his job more tedious than it already was. When ever I go back and forth through time and make a change, Death has to put souls back just to take them out again later. Souls are supposed to be collected within 40 days of the souls’ departure. This is not much of a problem because the area outside of a universe (the White Nothingness) is timeless. From outside a universe in the Whiteness one can enter into a universe at any time or date in the history of that particular universe. This makes it easy to meet deadlines for collecting souls, but some souls go directly to a new dimension such as Heaven, where Death is not allowed to enter, and somebody may have to remain soulless or the soul will return to their body enlightened if they so choose to.


Death than gave me an intimidating look. “You’d think I’d be really upset on how complicated you made things for me. However I’ve been ready for this, and aware of your possible existence. I can protect you from running around the multi-verse and doing unknown damage and harm. Like how you just killed William Frunze which leads to Hitler, Stalin, and World War II, and the brutal Deaths of millions of people. The Holocaust for instance, I witnessed factories for killing innocents. I myself, don’t kill people, I can, but usually I just collect.


My job and my persona alike I am confused. I am supposed to be Death, but yet nothing dies. All the beings and energy are just transformed into something else. I long to sleep and never wake up but more and more universes are being created. Existence is a tedious cycle that seems to have little to no reason. I do not remember the truth of my existence, there are many stories. My home is surrounded by the river Lethe just being near it, has eroded my memory. I have been told when created in Heaven it took over a thousand chains of Heaven to hold me down. I know that when Azrael visits me there is fear. It is also the same with any Demons.


I’m not sure why they are afraid, because nothing truly dies from what I have seen. There are other stories though. One is that I have not been created by God, and that I am from the Darkness. My mother is the Great Void. I represent or am what’s left of nothingness and it is this Dark Void in which I wish to return.

At the hospital when I first laid eyes upon Death, he assured me that he was not there for me, but to retrieve the soul of William Frunze. I stood their in awe as Death with his boney hands removed Frunze’s soul by reaching into Frunze’s chest and gently lifting Frunze out. Frunze’s soul, which looked exactly like Frunze, seemed scared at first, but Death made a calm shushing sound and Frunze seemed calm and more willing to be removed. I myself felt calmness come over me at this time as well, and I smelled the smell of a pleasant jasmine.


Death fully removed Frunze’s soul and then Death twitched his wrist and Frunze's soul changed and appeared as a ball or a bubble of glowing light in Deaths’ hand. Death stuck the bubble at first I believed under his robe, but later I realized it was in the robe itself. Death explained that I was able to see him because I had already died many, many times, and it seemed what ever actions I took, I would lead for more souls for him and the others to take.


Death beckoned me to follow him and I did aware of the possible implications. He took my hand as we exited the universe and into Whiteness outside. Once again I could not see myself nor was I able to see Death, however I did see his Shroud. It is as at that point I realized his shroud was an actual universe he wore around himself. As I was being pulled through the multi-verse at an amazing speed. I saw the universes rush past me like blood platelet’s flowing through veins in the circulatory system. The presence of universes rushing past me faded away until there was only whiteness, and I looked forward only to see Deaths universe cloak as it took on the form of a giant pair of black wings. Up ahead was a grayish looking universe. It grew bigger as we flew close to it till finally I found myself enveloped in it.


We stood before a gate with a giant snarling dog appearing before us. The dog towered above me, and I questioned if I was about to be eaten, as it snarled and drooled with the look of insanity. The dogs head first appeared as the skull of a dog, and then it appeared as the Egyptian god Anubis. Death standing beside me rose up his hand at the giant dog and the dog took the shape of a human form still with the head of Anubis.

I thought to myself “This is a multi headed dog it must be Cerberus.”

“No”, Death voice came into my head “Cerberus guards the gates of Hell. We all go by many names here, my dog for instance is named Xolotl, Wepwawet, Mot, and Anup Anupu he is able to weigh and judge souls and guards the gates of Vela, Tuonela, or as you’ll understand it The land of the Dead, you’ll meet my wife later.”


As I looked around the land of the Dead, it seemed a very dreary place. In the distance as I passed through the gate, I only saw what looked like an old beat up shack up ahead, and beyond that all around was a grey mist that blocked me from seeing much further. Death stood next to Anubis and I guess they were talking, but all I saw was just two beings not moving their mouths, then Death removed his cloak and handed it to Anubis. Death appeared to be just a skeleton of just bone but when I saw him naked I realized that every bone was covered with a thin layer of skin and that he also wore a bandage like covering around his body, Death told me to follow him into the shack and as we entered. He told me to take a seat at a round table which he sat at the other side of. Death looked at me “You can relax; I’m not like those demons. I don’t lie. In fact I’m brutally honest and very fair and impartial.

You and I have a lot in common as I see it. We are both being used, were both the underdogs, and we both have an extreme amount of power."

NOTES FROM GEORGE 1 PART TWO

My on going relationship with Death I believe is of the utmost importance. I will continue further in the text with the first memory I have of a George meeting Death. Before I do let me say for me personally I can not understand taking sides or having any friendship with Death. I believe this knowledge of Death’s plans and the countless memories I’ve been given of watching myself die have led me to a supposed insanity. I was dumb to ever plead my case, especially with doctors. My foolish actions that led me to this asylum I blame on the magnitude of the memories given to me.


The memories handed to me are filled with images of watching myself dying. I have memories of myself being ripped in half and my insides spewing out. I remember seeing myself crying out in horrible agonizing pain knowing that I would not receive help. Sometime the memories I have, I’ve seen my life as disposable because there were so many of me. It almost seemed unselfish to watch myself die and not do my best to help out, because it was just me dying after all, not someone I believe I need to save. Although each time I see another image of myself die, I always seem to cry out for help. Every time I die I see there is some sincere hope that a clone will be able to save me with time travel or some last second interference. How many times I wonder have I failed to save myself.


Now I’m strapped to a table, and the drugs are starting to wear off. I know they are not going to drug me again, because the government agents have told them not to. Now my worst fear has come to light. I know one of the agents is from DARPA and he is interested in the technology in my head, he commented he’s never seen anything like it as he poked around my noggin. I realize this is the exact reason I was given this information, I am being used as a messenger and a tool once again to accomplish goals that are contrary to my own.


At first I believed I was sorry. I was giving these memories to show that all the people I killed, the rise of Stalin, Nazis and genocide, and ongoing genocide in Africa, and suffering throughout the world it all happened on good intentions, I set this all in motion trying to help make things better. This Universe was just part of Abraxas’s plan. Abraxas’s battle with me was just another of his schemes. He won in the fact that I would multiply my self eventually in the millions, and would spread myself out among all of existence doing untold damage to other universes such as I did to this one.


There are an untold amount of laws and consequences involved in time and universal travel. From what I understand former copies of myself have broken close to all these rules and so must the multi-verse must suffer al these consequences. Hopefully these recorded thoughts may become warnings, instead of a road map in the wrong hands leading to all of our destruction. If my knowledge is to survive there is good chance the knowledge exists for evil purposes since everything else I have produced or done has only caused further harm. If there was a chance the knowledge I had could be used for good, some demon or an agent of Death, or an evil self would come back and kill myself in hopes to erase the information.


My thoughts or stories have problems with their linearity. Some can not and will not make sense for the fact that what existed no longer exists. So the pictures of the puzzle do not all come together nicely like Pulp Fiction does in the end. As existence is spreading I’ve learned I’m cutting holes in it, warping it and breaking off little pieces, and I believe all of my actions are a being manipulated and calculated by beings far smarter than myself.

The short time I spent outside the universes in the area where no time seems to exist, I was looking into universes and I could not make sense of many of them. I saw crystal life forms, and fuzzy noise type beings, and dots communicating, I could not make heads or tails of any of them. I finally stumbled upon a normal universe and surrounding it was a whole bunch of other normal universes as well. Normal meaning Newton’s laws might apply. I looked around in it’s curves and folds and there was Earth.

I was extremely delighted to see the Earth again and bent the universe around so that I could see Earth easily from the outside. I looked at the earth from outside its space and time. Everything as before was making a trail behind it. Hence the caterpillar looking people and the highways looked like multiple streaks of paint and as the earth and moon made a moving Spiro graph shape. I was able to find the life line or the caterpillar of one of the most evil dictators of the Twentieth Century, the despot soviet leader Mikhail Frunze. I followed his history before he was able to kill so many and was finally put down by the Ukrainian White Army.


Mikhail Frunze for those of you, who will never have to know, seemed destined for power after his 10 year imprisonment for trying to start a revolution in 1905. He held victory over victory as leader in the Red Army. After he was General of the entire Eastern Front, he moved on as a head of Revolution Military Council. He loyally supported his supposed friend Grigory Zinoviev to replace Lenin. After Zinoviev was chosen soon after he was shot and killed and a wave of sympathy came to Frunze. As he was put in Zinoviev’s place. Trotsky as his speech writer led him the loyal support of a propagandized and brainwashed Soviet State.


The state was failing, but loved him unconditionally none the less. No one would believe or was allowed to believe that Frunze was the actual killer of Zinoviev. The White Army finally pushed through the starving and dying lines of soviet troops guarding the city of Moscow. They found family members eating other family members and people lying down in the freezing streets to die. The found Frunze himself had gone mad and paranoid. He had focused all his power, time, and the states money on building a failed and unpractical doomsday device.


Looking at Frunze’s timeline I found a place where he was most vulnerable, asleep in the hospital. I entered the universe and Frunze’s hospital room. I could not read his chart but I took what I knew to be chloroform and poured it down his mouth and tried to get some up his nose. Then I tried placing my hand on his head and through the manipulation of matter create a whole in his brain like I did earlier. This seemed a lot harder to do, and much slower than I did before when I killed the murderer in the other world. I’m not sure if I succeeded, but I noticed he had already started convulsing. So I covered his nose and mouth, and waited for his life to cease.


From studying Frunze’s timeline I could see that no one would be around to see me or hear me. So I stood there and wondered what I should do with one of the biggest murderers of all time. Then I realized I was not alone in the room. I wondered how I screwed up this time, but it was not a person in the room. It was Death

As I exited the fight, two other Georges followed me. We were in a starry sky, and eventually we would have to worry about oxygen. Another George tapped me on the shoulders and pointed to the right. To the right were eight other Georges about forty yards away. Some were waving us towards them while the other Georges had opened up a hole they were looking through. All three of us drifted over to check it out.


We tried to talk to each other but we realized we couldn’t hear anything. One George had a made whole in the fabric of the sky and when he peeled it back. The dark starry space opened up to reveal a white outside. One George stuck his hand into the whiteness but could not see his hand, but was able to pull his hand back and it seemed to be fine. He exited out entirely and we could not see him until his arm came back through the whole to wave us out.

When I came to view the whole I stuck my head out and looked around. I could see the universe the rest of my body was in. My body looked like a long caterpillar from viewing it from the outside. I saw all the traces of where I had been in the past in that universe, along with all the other Georges. I was viewing past and present as one. I saw the universe Abraxas was in also rubbing up against the side of the universe I was poking my head out of. From what I could see the fight was still going on and caterpillar Georges came to the surface disappeared and reappeared as they came back in. The universe was hard to look as it seemed to be crystallizing and as it crystallized. I was looking at things at many different angles. At this time I fully removed my self from the universe I was in, because the other Georges behind me wanted to see also.


Once we stepped out we could not see each other. I looked around and saw two other near bye universes, gazing around some more and looking further I realized there were a countless number of them. Some were twisting and folding up on themselves. Some slid by others. I saw a tiny Blue bubble go past my face. Inside The bubble I saw two other Georges. One was waving me in and as he waved his arm got all blurry because I could its past images did not go away. I stuck my arm towards the universe and the universe got big enough that I could walk in into it?

Inside the bubble it seemed that there was only the three of us. We could breathe and speak to each other.

“I’m not sure how this works” one of the George 2s said, as we kept having to nudge each other away because we were the only sources of gravity. “I think I thought of it” said the third George. “What should we do?” I asked. We all stared at each other realizing how strange this all was, and we all started to think what we just learned. There was along period of uncomfortable silence among us. We all looked like we were about to cry. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to hit the other George’s or tell the other guys it would be okay. I thought for a second I could blame one of them for all the stupid things I did. We realized we all knew the same thing. Finally one of the other two George’s spoke up “Let’s go to all these other universes and try to stop any mass murder, evil dictator, mass starvation, anything that’s horribly bad. Let’s make this demon regret what he has done.’


‘Alright” I responded unenthusiastically. “Do we want to go together?” one of the other Georges asked. We thought about this and all realized it was very uncomfortable talking to each other. I asked the third guy not saying much “How are you doing?” He paused and said “Probably the exact same as you, but thanks.” We all decide to leave together for safety.


When we left the universe we were in, it stuck around for a couple of seconds but then I believed it blinked out of existence. We were all being idiots and all stepped outside without holding hands. So none of could see each other. I looked around and thought I could see the Abraxas fighting universe very far away, which relieved me. Then I saw one of the other Georges I was probably just with in another blue sphere. He was crying and I think he wanted me to go away. So I did.

I found myself floating in blackness. As I started to regain my composure I found myself looking at nothingness. It then came to me to see if I could do what I had just done earlier and exit the universe. I tried cutting a whole in space and was relieved to find out I could. I poked my head out and saw a starry sky.

“Don’t go yet” Abraxas called out. His voice now that a normal sounding evil conniving business man. I pulled my head back in the blackness. Abraxas appeared before me in his horrible fire crowned goblin like form. Considering there was no other points of light or any way to judge distance, I could not tell what size he was or how far away he was at the time.

He spoke “I’d like to thank you. You have overpaid the usual summoning gift. Most people, when they conjure a demon, the usual hocus pocus involves, beside the stupid notion that a circle or triangle can trap a demon, the belief that you have to offer up a gift. Usually it’s the person soul or some other form of sacrifice but your present was the best of all.”

“What” I asked.

Abraxas smiled, and said “Well first there was that jogger, I raped and soiled his mind and let him go back to his family. He alone will create and endless circle of pain fear and hatred. Then there are all those scientists and engineers who lost their jobs and security clearances and any hope they had of believing in angels. All they saw was another chunk of mass stuck in the ground behind their tunnel which save me a little energy. Moving on, you left your once healthy family behind telling your wife you were going to just step out and get the papers however to never return again. While doing this you yet broke another oath to his name (God), by summoning me. Then finally you’re left with the false hope of having stopped a killer. “


“The next lesson I would like to teach you is the multi-verse. On one universe your wife and kids are crying because daddy is gone. Daddy you stepped outside into a different universe, you made up by thinking about it really hard. On your made up universe you could look back on time and beat the speed of light. I’d like you to try that on the universe your wife and kids are. I doubt you’ll ever get to though because, right now every second, more universes are created and spreading like a cancer. You might want to start looking for your family now, every universe you pop into, the chances you find your family is one in an infinite. Now that this information is too late, if you want to go back and forth out of time do what the rest of us do. Step outside the universe and look at it from the outside in, and step back in where you want. So you see, you never really stopped that killer, just some other would be killer you created.”


After Abraxas told me all of this as my heart was sinking deep into my guts. He started laughing. As the demon laughed, I tried to ponder all the pain I had caused. I felt pain from the guilt, but mostly I was in pain from the chance of never seeing my family again. The demon kept laughing. My anger grew and madness stirred up in me. I charged the demon knowing he was far more powerful than me. I screamed that in Jesus’s name I will rip him from limb to limb. As I charged Abraxas, he either grew or was very far away. As I moved closer I could see he was a giant.


He called me a fool for trying to serve two masters and that I had abandoned God ever since I started working for him. He claimed he would always be my master. He laughed again. I started doing as he suggested and I moved back and forth through time hopping in and out of the universe. Each time I moved in and out of the universe I created another me. I multiplied myself in the thousands and we were all charging the giant Demon. I with others of me went towards the monsters belly and ripped out his insides.


I looked up above and saw that the demons’ head had been removed. He still continued to laugh however. The organs I had been ripping turned into snake like creatures, trying to wrap around me. He then became many creatures in forms of birds, snakes, and gargoyles and started killing us off. Some Georges’ started to flee, while some continued to multiply and stay and fight. Small heads of Abraxas appeared and told other George’s how they would eventually die.

“You will find yourself in an event horizon, your body becoming a long condensed string.”

“You will die a murderer and cause an improbability, causing an entire living universe to explode”

“You, your body will be inhabited by civilizations that rise and fall with in a breath, as you try and scratch at wars gone by. The intelligent beings will burrow into your skin for natural resources, causing an incredibly slow and painful death.”

At this point I fled from the fight. Not wishing to know my fate.

I stepped out of the tree line in the backyard and headed back towards the house. My brain still felt like it was being stretch and pulled on. I tried unsuccessfully to make it stop by clenching my teeth. As I walked back towards the house I experimented by passing one arm through my other. I looked around to see if anybody saw me do it. I forgot that I probably shouldn’t do that out in the open. I walked up to the paper still sitting on the ground, and sure enough the article of the child murderer was still there. I thought to myself how the hell do I get from here to where the killer is. I fished for answers in my pulsating brain. I started rereading the article and then I stared at the killers’ photo focusing on him. I tried to imagine the daycare this sicko walked into. Then the thought came to take a step forward.

I stepped out of my world into a school hall. This is the first time I traveled through time on my own, and I was somewhat excited. I heard children’s playful voices coming form both sides of the hall. I remember I felt somewhat big inside the hall, possibly relating to how short I used to be when I was back in a school at such a young age. Immediately, I noticed what did not fit in the picture. In twenty feet in front of me walked a man who I believed to be the killer. A disheveled looking creature with his back turned to me lurking forward not yet aware of my presence. I said the killer’s name “Roberts”, the man turned around with a dazed and sad look, seeming like he hadn’t washed in days. I matched his face to the memory of the news paper photo immediately.

I stuck out my hand reassuringly and told him to stay where he was. I walked closer to him trying to act as his friend. As I stepped closer however his mouth opened and his teeth gritted and a mad look grew in his eyes. His hand moved downward and reached inside his button shirt towards a carving knife I saw that he had tucked into his pants. Quickly trying to get this over with, I ran towards him dematerializing. Roberts’ with animal mentality let out a gnarled scream in frustration. As I reached Roberts’ I was in a half visible state. I did the first thing that came into my head, in which I stuck my hand into his head and materialized. I made sure to move his bone and stuff out of my materializing hand. He died, gurgling and bleeding all over the place.

Just then all the counselors came out of the classrooms to see what the noise was. They all started screaming as they saw me standing there, my arms to my side, and a dead man propped up against me, and blood gushing from his head with my hand stuck in it. I stood there looking like an idiot in a panicked state as children rushed to the doorways to see what was the commotion.

Bumbling to say I was sorry, I realized what a bad idea my method was. Looking for an exit, I soon looked up towards the ceiling. I shot myself up and out of the atmosphere. Like a bolt of almost pure energy, I flew farther and farther away from the Earth viewing it, watching the rays of light as they traveled from the earth into space. I was trying to hold my body together and at the same time recycling oxygen from different parts of my body. The farther back I moved from Earth the farther back I could see in time by adjusting the dissipating light and my eyes. I saw the killer walking backwards into his car and driving backwards down the street. I had to get myself back to Earth so I could breathe oxygen again. Keeping a note of where I saw the killer’s car, I shot myself back towards Earth. I ended up next to the car and decided to make it come to complete stop simply by placing my hand on it. By manipulating the whole space of the front of the car, the rest of the car was free to crush up from behind it. Roberts’ face hit the steering wheel and then the window. It was a bloody mess but certainly not as bad and traumatic as in the school in which the incident would thankfully never take place. Roberts was buckled in and I wasn’t sure if he was dead but I put my hand on him and left an air pocket in his brain just in case.

Now I figured I could jump back home not a second after I originally jumped to the school and nobody would be the wiser.

I stepped back through a portal I made, time and space was coming to me very naturally it seemed. I ended up back in front of my house. I walked over to the newspaper laying on the ground. I was happy to see it now featured a different headline. My happiness soon turned to puzzlement as I noticed that all the other stories were different as well. I thought it very strange and walked up to open the door, but it was locked.

Oh $#!+ I thought what if changing things yesterday, means that I never wake up early. I never read the paper and now there’s two of me. I faded myself through the house and stopped anything from reflecting off of me so I would be unseen. My mind was racing again and I thought “If there were two Georges, I might have to go and let the other George keep the wife and kids unless I could fade both of us into one some how.”

Inside the house though there was a different carpet, different paint and different pictures of people I didn’t even know. I was wondering if I should make water come out of my eyes, or if I should control my heart beat to normal. I thought about calling his name but before his name even popped into my head, I heard Abraxas’s horrible laugh.

From out of the kitchen entrance way a rat scuttled out and headed towards me laughing with sound of a young child’s laugh, and then the rat seemed to fall dead at the base of my foot. I backed away, my eyes fixated on the convulsing rat. Its legs kicked uncontrollably at the sky, and from its stomach a bulging tear seem to appear. From the rats’ wound a cockroach scuttled out, and quickly ran to my feet and on to my leg. Trying to shake it off as it crawled quickly up my body I swatted at it but it clung onto my arm and ran up onto my face. I tried to tear the bug out of my mouth. I then tried manipulating my cells to push the thing out side of my body. I felt a constricting all over and blackish splotches started appearing all over on me. I tried to manipulate not choking but I was panicking. Suddenly the black splotches on my skin started spreading into the air in the form of dark inky clouds around me. The inky clouds continued till a blackness surrounded everything and once again I found myself in another place, consisting of nothing but pitch black.

I wake up early every day at least compared to most people I know. I blame this generally on the Army. My wife and kids don’t like it, but I think it’s a good habit. I think it makes the day last a little bit longer and I need all the time I can get. So this one particular morning I woke up and my wife asked me “Why especially on a weekend?” I told her I was just going to get the papers. I checked the crib where my youngest was still sleeping with her thumb in her mouth. Then I checked next door I didn’t end up waking my daughters even though I was kind of hoping to. If I did, I’d have somebody to hang out with. Then I went to the bathroom hoping the toilet flush would get somebody up but to no luck. So I went downstairs and checked the fridge and slipped on my old shoes to get the paper. I walked outside and as I leaned over to pick it up I saw headlines that instantly turned my stomach.

Some child killer made it on the front page. I know the chances of my kids being affected are less than winning the lottery and all that, but it really made me sick. Two of the kids were my oldest daughters’ age and what he did to these children was unspeakable. I felt like vomiting, so I can’t imagine what the parents of those children were going through. When I was in Iraq I heard about dead children all the time and I’d see kids missing arms and legs it made me sick then but now that I had my own kids tears were welling up in my eyes, (I cry a lot and my wife hates it) I thought about my kids lying down smiling in their beds and I became so angry. I couldn’t think of anything to do. I balled my fists up and realized it was a bad idea to hit anything. I went outside and looked around. Then I went ahead and did it. I whispered Abraxas.

Abraxas voice popped into my head and it said move farther back into the yard behind the trees. So I walked to the end of the back yard. I stopped about two feet into the wood line and I saw a dark green nose and a clawed hand behind a tree. Then Abraxas spoke with the same muffled low computer voice as in my dream. “You want to kill this murderer before he could kill those girls, we can do that.”


I asked Abraxas about how he said I would learn those powers he used earlier. As I spoke I slowly inched around to get a better look at him.

He replied “Yes I was anxiously awaiting for you to learn. Awaiting for you to do great things.” I saw one of his red eyes and the tip of his protruding pot belly stomach and apart of his long crown on its head that looked like it had been melted upwards.

“Teach me, please” I said.


Now Abraxas stepped fully out he was around four feet tall, wet and oily looking. His large bulging red eyes left little room for the bridge of his long nose. His crown was surrounded by fire but the fire didn’t seem to affect the near bye tree. His huge deep muffled voice did not match the body. He looked at me “Do not fear me” he said, then I saw its’ teeth that were multiple rows of razors like fangs. “Let me whisper something into your ears” and he beckoned me to lean forward. He whispered I will tell you one of the 72 names I have learned of the living Creator. You will be able to travel back and forth in time and in and out of dimensions. Your brain will be in much pain as you realize every atom of your body and every function your body performs. Just relax and don’t try and stop anything till you’re done with the realization.


Then Abraxas spoke something into my ear. I saw my brain fill with light and the blood and the chemicals surrounding my nerves that were lighting up traveling through a maze. My nerves were all firing and blood poured into my spine and the blood flowed into my heart all around my body. I could stop my lungs if I wanted to. I was sure I was going into seizures, as I thought my head was being ripped open as I was laying on the revolving Earth its’ moon moving around it, while the earth rotated around the sun. As my mind pushed outwards towards space, I could hear voices from the past as the sun turned white and joined a series of other white dots in the galaxy. My blood was flowing louder than I ever noticed carrying oxygen through so many different passage ways. I saw the oxygen and the particles it was made from, and the quarks that made up the particles. I could hear them spinning and disappearing. My body lay on the ground filled with electricity and convulsing, as I thought I would die.

When I came to, my face laid in a puddle of my own vomit and my whole body ached. Apparently, I forgot to blink the whole time and my eyes hurt as particles of light were all racing in. Abraxas spoke to me and said “The Creature with the flaming sword who guards Eden the beginning of time has moved forward, first to the end of the Crucifixion then to the end of the prophet Mohammed. Do not move to that time or anywhere before it or you will find yourself in the sword’s flame. If I could get away with lying in the Virgin’s womb and be king, I would, believe me. Also getting past 2012 can be very bad for your health as well, but it has yet to be decided. I’ll let you clean up and play with what you learned, call me soon. I know you will.

Nothing has ever made me happier than spending time with my family. I had a beautiful wife and three beautiful daughters all a year apart. I was hoping for a boy but there was no evidence that my wife and I were going to give up trying. My family kept me working hard and on the right path. We were by no means rich, our typical fun was, we’d go visit relatives, or we’d have relatives over the house. In the summer we had a small inflatable pool, that my wife would stick her feet in while the girls would splash around, while I fooled around with the grill. Money was tight but my wife got to stay home from work and look after the kids and often her sisters would come over and help out. I had some website projects with some friends and I was hoping to eventually turn the tiny pool into a real pool. My wife was a saint. She was intelligent and beautiful and for some reason spent a lot of time outside. Most people I knew growing up never used the back yard. She would always find some reason to get the whole family in the backyard.


I could already tell my daughters were going to be very smart. I’d try to get them to watch Star Wars but they of course preferred watching the same Disney movies over and over. Even I started learning all the words to little Mermaid. My wife would roll her eyes as I snuck a Queen Amidala into my oldest daughters Barbie Case. What I think was most amazing is my daughters would always share, while other kids just grabbed and took things. If some other kid starting making a fuss and grabbed something from my oldest daughter, she wouldn’t cry she’d just back away and look at me confused. Like “Dad, what’s this kids problem?”


My wife was always making sure we were doing the right thing. She participated in support groups in the Church to help out the less fortunate. We’d often go and work in the Church soup kitchen and we figured once the girls got a little bit older we’d have them help out at the soup kitchen as well. It would help them learn not to take things for granted. My wife was very strict when it came to prayers and I knew that she would always keep me on the straight and narrow. All I needed to do to get to Heaven was to stay by her side, which is where I always wanted to be.


One day the subject came up of some buddies and I going to a haunted house. I told my wife about the plans and she told me she was not comfortable with the idea and explained why, but basically told me I could go with no hard feelings. I explained to her how it was no big deal and we did it in college and in high school and I never saw anything haunted anyway. Then I realized I didn’t want to go either, I had no desire to screw around a supposed witch’s grave not for the sane reason of being a grown up, it’s for the slim chance of anything actually being haunted. I did not feel like I wanted to be reminded of anything evil. I had my kids and my wife and I didn’t want any evil even creeping into my world. So I called back up my buddy Dan and blamed my wife on not letting me go. I let here hear it which I received a playful slap from.


When my oldest daughter was four, I was questioning my past. Maybe all the time travel stuff was a dream, I would think? Then the TV would come on and I realize a lot of the same things were happening that happened before. Some stuff was different though as if my different choices in life ended up changing things little by little where I eventually wouldn’t remember half the things I read in the news. I tried to block the whole notion of me time traveling out of my mind. It still didn’t seem right. Why would I have to have scientists transport me while Abraxas could do it like it was nothing the whole time? Why did Abraxas shoot others that looked like me? Finally I wondered what if something happened to one of my daughters like a car crash or they fell and hit their heads, could I just call Abraxas and stop it before it even happened? Also if I called out Abraxas is that the same thing as summoning a demon.? As long as I had my beautiful and loving wife and my hilariously cute kids, I told myself I would not concern myself on those subjects for my family and for the Grace of God.