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Ozone Hole 29

The Middle Ground

December 9, 2006

Joel Akin

 Once there was a prince who lived in a far castle. It was round and square and rectangular and oblong and filled with the most noisome things the world could imagine. It was a castle of gunk. Now a castle of gunk is like a castle of yo. Yo isn’t oy or boy or coy but it is poi. Fish. Fish was the gunk that filled the moat and they had overcome the water with their droppings and the drops had condensed until that turned to mud and that turned to stone. Now it was a big castle and even the king didn’t know there was a moat. The moat wasn’t on the map and if it wasn’t on the map then that meant it did not exist.

 Most kings are smart and this one was also but sometimes what isn’t there isn’t there and you just don’t worry about the island lost or the ship foundered or the people who carried the burden of the moat.

 Now every moat had a dragon and every dragon was a windlass. A compass is for direction and a windlass is for people. The windlass was there to guide the people up the ladder so they could avoid the compass. The compass was there because it was the direction given to people who wanted to find the land that did not exist. It was the compass which people used and it was the compass which people found didn’t always work. For if an island like Malden could vanish and reappear four miles away for one sailor then it could happen to others who tried to find their way along the line islands. Perhaps even Amelia Earhart.

 Now this isn’t about Amelia and her navigator. They were in the region when they vanished. They never reached Howland Island and I suppose that is a fact. It could be they just dropped from the sky because a cloud erupted overhead with too much rain and they vanished into the sea. That is something no one thought of. A tropical downpour happens and when it hits the windshield it creates a downpour. and the downpour in the tropics can be so bad that the ship would crash. It wasn’t an enigmatic ending but perhaps someday they will find that was the tragic ending. Not the Bermuda Triangle or the Devils. Just a downpour.

 But lets suppose people who visited Captain Malden’s island discover it before he did. Lets suppose prior to the 1700’s there were others who came and went without marking the island on any chart. Lets suppose that was true because the island wasn’t an island but a sea. For that which was Malden began rising from the sea within the last four hundred years. After all navigators found things by accident and this one seemed to be an accident. after all the bat guano on the island didn’t have to come from secret underground caves. They could have been fruit bats and the island might have been tropical and filled with trees at one time. And if that is the case then there were reasons why the island sank and turned into a great moat and the moat became part of a castle and the castle became part of the sea and the sea sank. And that part of the castle, that middle ground seemed to vanish. And there was no one there to record that this little island was the island of Dr. Moreau. And if it was then it was here that the island was surrounded by a giant castle that flew away. And if it was the island of Dr. Moreau then it was here that every monster that was known to science was created and built and destroyed. For if this were the island of Dr. Moreau then maybe there might be proof found that something was there. A flying ship perhaps that was covered with garbage so deep that bats would nest and there would be creatures that would fly in and out of a hole the Dr would drill into the depths of the earth.

 Sound like Science Fiction but lets pursue it a little more. Lets assume Dr. Moreau and Robinsin Crusoe really existed. Lets assume they were from islands that existed but fell into the sea. Lets assume the addresses of those island changed and people tried to find them on maps and made assumptions or wrote stories based on what they believed. After all I’ve read Robinson Crusoe many times and like the Martian Crusoe it was the part of the hill or the underground where they found their safety. For Crusoe it would have been easy to build a fort from logs if he worked on a ship for long. They designed ships and he built a small one. It wasn’t easy to find logs in the Pacific when they were mostly coconut. Thus the island would have high ground and mahogany. And mahogany is hard and dark and doesn’t float well. So that means it would be a wood like balsa or a light wood that doesn’t exist anymore.

 Now you say I make assumptions but think of this. If assumptions made a fool of me and I were proven right then it would explain why a ship founders made of metal. It wouldn’t be able to stay upright if the moat that grew up around the ship turned to stone. It would remain upright if the land remained sand.

 Now you say stone is more stable but try it with sand and you will see that sand fills gaps but if a portion of stone breaks away then the ship would founder and be carried either into the hole or into the depth of the sea. And if that depth were really deep then the ship would be carried far below sea level where ships of today would have to go to find what remained of the island of Dr. Moreau. And if it existed and it did, then those people who lived on that ship would be mad. Crazy as looney pins because they would be the crew that became Hope Med Ici.

 Now every ship had a crew and the crew of the Hope Med Ici had been part of the great celebration. They were old by now and growing older because they had grown up around the part of the sea known as Tri Per Fe La and the Fe would be like Fee only with an apostrophe above the e. It is difficult to pronounce since we don’t use some of the conjugations that existed then. Remember the island they lived on was part of the sea of Mer and Mer was part of the world that existed in the long ago. Mer was a beautiful world of sea and shell. It was a world where time existed but only slow time for no one ever hurried and those who did were in a ship for ships traveled beneath the sea. And if there were people who loved it was there for no one ever went hungry. It was a place of beautiful people and it was full of love. It was a true home for God and it was perhaps the one island in all the universe that was part of His heart. And it wasn’t easy letting it go and it wasn’t easy not stepping in and fixing the problem of Hope Med Ici.

 If there were a reason perhaps it was the sailor who landed there and carried the story to port. And a writer who picked it up and carried it to Jules Verne. It was there that he learned things that could not be explained. And if those stories were picked up and carried within that time that seemed to be ahead of their time they were. No one from that time had the imagination of their heart without some kind of motivation. People were Victorian and they wanted privacy and quiet. True, that is how things begin. There is a war and it changes the scope of things and the war of 1812 was part of that history. It changed what people went through and it was that war that began as a result of Malden Island.

 Now those who live on this side of the Pacific laugh but those who live on the shelf don’t dither in politics and don’t care about lines or shells or things that float up on the sea. They just pick things up and sometimes they bury them without question. And if there were one body that floated up in 1748 then it was that year when it was part of the things that carried men into the very depth of the sea. Now if Malden Island were part of this story then those who watched over it were the navy of the British fleet. For they would not have ignored such a mammoth structure but where would you find information on it? The answer is in the archives under La Den of Iniquity or something along those lines. After all it was Lord Byron on the Blonde who discovered Malden Island and though not the great poet it was his work that became part of Byron’s work. And if Byron wrote of the island then maybe there was something there that we mere mortals cannot comprehend.

 Perhaps it is fortunate that nature played a role in the ships demise for if it had remained there, broken of its ploi, carried forward to our time, men might have to try and destroy it. And if they did without her shields she would lose weld formation after weld formation for those in history can write its future. And if we who are part of that history can write ours then I can be sure to see what is yet to come by prayer. For I am one who wants a happy ending for if those on Hope Med Ici truly exist I want them happiness.

 Now the British Fleet didn’t know me back then. If they did they might care that I had a theory about the island. In fact those who existed in that time might have cared if I thought it was the real island of Dr. Moreau. There were not a lot of islands in this region and the closest one goes now by the name of Kiritimati or Christmas island. And sometimes there is a literal name to those things which are found along the line of the Pacific.

 Now if there are things out there that went to Europe and men found those things and men wrote of them then maybe that which washed up on the ore of the heart or the heart ore beach found somewhere in the European lands, and I am specific for there were several women who fell from the ship and were carried out of the spell that carried them through time. It was only nature that helped them find their true mind and nature is the work of God. And if some dislike that thought and say “An act of God” destroyed my home then why ask for people to pray? If insurance companies want acts of God removed from their words then the insurance companies would have to add works of nature. And nature isn’t Gaia or a woman it is God. And God created nature with an effort to help men wake up to the war that is happening around them. And if that war doesn’t shake us from our regular course we may find that our cereal is filled with ants trying to spell out “Help me, I’m drowning in your soup.”

 Now such a thing seems impossible but there is a legend regarding the yellow crazy ants of Christmas island. It is said that long ago ants had sense. They knew right from wrong and couldn’t ease their life with anything but fruit. Fruit was all they really wanted. Now if fruit was all they wanted then they avoided flesh. For flesh was of the beast and an ant knows better than to eat of the flesh. For it was part of Gods answer to nature. Don’t eat meat. Call it the law of God.

 Now if there was an Island of Dr. Moreau then the main theme of the doctor was to find a cure to the beast in men. And if that doctor wasn’t a man but a woman then those who wrote of him, such as H. G. Wells, would know that he couldn’t make a woman a doctor. Men would find it impossible to believe.

 Now we are in the middle of the book on the tree and it is about the tree but its also about those who became part of the trees history. And perhaps some want only the tree. It is a war, after all, over the heart of nature. And as a man of God, a work of His hands, I am persuaded that this knowledge needs to be revealed. I am not Wells, Verne, Defoe or Byron. I am just a man who likes to write about mysteries in a way most don’t. With an emphasis on the story and not just the fact. It is the story people want. They can get facts and ideas throughout history. If this kind of writing sounds fictitious like the above writers then we have something in common. And that is they wrote some of the first novels. And if those first novels were strange and mysterious then maybe there was a connection to this island. Not the Crazy Yellow Ants, just Malden Island. If so I aim to find it. And that means asking God for help. So lets see where this went.

 Now at the beginning of this story I wrote about the moat. The moat was part of the island and it fell apart after the dragon lost the compass. You see the dragon that guarded the moat was real and ugly and looked like a real dragon that artists like to draw. It is so ugly that if we looked at it was might say it was covered with warts and filled with debris. For the dragon was the moat and it still is there on the island. Or should I say has become the island. Triangular in shape it was the topmost portion which broke away and was flooded by the sea. And the topmost moat was the key to this story. For men don’t have facts so I look them up afterwards in most cases. So I looked the above fact up and found it right away and it was true. No one knew when that part of the island fell into the sea. Pretty strange. Then again you doubters will claim I found this information in some obscure file either in the Pentagon or someone is feeding it to me. Perhaps. Maybe I have knowledge on things that would spook you. For you who are the greatest doubter are here now fighting with me. A dark spirit that rides the earth with clouds of darkness. A man. I guess I am part of him but not that dark part. That is Sin who rides up and down and tries to steal knowledge from God. He still exists only it is his heart which was destroyed yesterday around 4:00 AM Mountain Standard Time. And if the heart of Sin was destroyed, and it was, then those are the things I fight over. For if the heart of Sin was destroyed then all that is left is just the dragon. That great serpent we call Satan, the adversary of the people. And it is soon going to be his time to fall like lightning to the earth. And you who doubt the most on earth will see it. All men will hear about it. Eventually some might wonder if the fact we plan to help him fall near Christmas island will hear about it. For they will search for his remains and not find them. For the dragon is still alive. Bound in chains yet able to maneuver from place to place.

 Now every moment of time is precious to him. And as a dragon he wants to write this story his way. But as a man I fight him with words of fire and these are his epitaph to the world he wanted. The last chapter was his caress to the world. A small favor he wanted to bring. It is my hope by creating a new chapter and a new story line that I will help you to understand that things change in time as I speak. God is on the move and slicing away at foundations. Some would say there is no one who should play in time but someday I will. Someday you might. Someday that ship that sank beneath the waves will be carried up to heaven and they’ll repair it. Why not build another? Think of it this way. In the heart of the ship is a woman. Not just any woman but a woman that was founded on the measure of time. Call her the first atomic clock. She was the first woman who was a heart. A heart wasn’t just a woman but the first star. And if our story gets strange remember this leads back to those crazy ants on Christmas island.

 Now men don’t want to know the future. So read the final chapter previous to this one and know that was part one. The part of the story where everything was destroyed. The part of the story where the tree was in turmoil and everyone had to find a way to fix things. Now imagine there really is a ship called the Eye and the Eye is meant to be a sorcerers emblem on the US Dollar Bill. But it wasn’t finished and the sorcerer couldn’t hold on to the land. It fell into the hands of the women and the women wanted America to be free. So they went to Mars and they paid the ultimate price. They threw themselves into the heart of one woman. And she was freedom, liberty and justice of all. And if that seems strange or mysterious perhaps there are those who will say I cheapen history. I don’t, I enclose a check from the past that will help America rise again to the stature of the lady who holds the torch. The one that used to be in Babylon long ago. That exact emblem which the designer saw while visiting there. It isn’t well know that Liberty was a goddess of Babylon. Some would say that proves America is evil. I say it proves my story that Liberty held the torch for America longer than any of you can conceive.

 For Liberty was the heart of the Hope Med Ici ship. And if you want to know why I call it that do some research. I did and I was amazed that it was part of our history going back to Europe and going into Lithuania. It was there in a seaside town near the border of Poland that I found my history. It was there on Vente, which may or may not exist that I learned my Great Grandfather lived and was a fisherman on the Baltic sea. He lived there for years until becoming a Captain in the Salvation Army. He joined up because he had a passion for God and that passion came to him at an early age. It is my belief God must have spoke with him and carried him to Poland which was East Prussia at the time. It was there he met up with my Great Grandmother Lina and Lina means those who follow the line. And if they were part of the lineage then it was her last name Heinz which carried the most flavors. For she was of ancestors that went back to the Pilgrims. All of us common folk. Not one of us of royal blood of men. We were common folk and that is the way I like it. They married and she joined him in the Salvation Army for Germany and carried the power of that union to the streets such as Berlin. It had to have been there where she was dashed with human waste because she stood for truth of God. And it was there that she dashed home and changed her clothing and went back out to preach the gospel. It was there that the line was held and even if Reagan said “Take down that wall” it was my great grandmother who was there to make sure it never rose up. And if she and my Great Grandfather were here today I like to think they would be amazed at the world we live in. For those in East Germany who shovel coal for a living, like my friend Jurgen, know that I care for him even if I haven’t written in years. Its just that nature has a way of slimming me down and I have things I write because its a burden.

 Now it wasn’t the only men of time who went to America and became part of its history. My Great Grandparents went there to Ellis island and it was their family that I wrote of in a small book and that is how I found out my history. I didn’t know it but that history was part of the eternal history God showed me. Everyone of us carries a line which is given to us by our ancestors. Not just in DNA but in RNA or the Royal Na. The Royal Na may not be what men call it but it is the line of men and of women. And if we can find the Royal Na in our line then that means we can write what we will about it. Some call it fiction and to my family trust that even God knows my heart and I don’t write fiction. I write what I call Gods truth. And if that is true then I write with love for it was my Great Grandparents who saw Malden Island. Not in the ocean but in a dream. For they were told by God that someday a relative would come who would find this knowledge and would share it with the world. And they prayed for their family that God would bless them.

 So I write only one line that some might call fiction. That of the dream yet God indicates it is true. And if that is true then maybe my Great Grandparents will welcome me with open arms in heaven simply because I am a relative. But if I share this you might think me crazy again but God says that He was there. He was there to capture these images of my relatives and me and my family. And if He was there to capture these images then  why? The answer is because God knew I would write this story and it intrigued Him so much He wanted it shared. And so if this story is carried forward then know that God has a reason for it. For my family is of Royal Line of God. Not of men as some might think. Now if that sounds foolish or wrong think of this. Every Christian was given a new bloodline when they turned their lives over to Jesus Christ. That Sin Line was removed and the new blood was interjected into the stream of our heart. And Jesus went to the heart to intercede or stop the flow of evil blood. And if it worked for Jesus Christ in my life then it could work for you as well. Just ask him to come and fill the line up that is empty because the royal line of sin is empty of joy. And joy is being restored to that line as I speak.

 Now I speak mysteriously and some Christians are offended until they understand from scripture. Yet scripture was written so mysteriously that few bother to realize time was mentioned in the book of Daniel. And if Time was the bridge that was above and below and on both sides then there are things out there that are beyond our understanding.

 Now enough of theology because I spoke of Yellow Crazy Ants. Ants were the Wisdom of God and it was His heart that wanted men to feel the desire for knowledge. Yet desire was like desire of men it became evil and men went into lust. Lust was like a man who saw things he wanted and could not figure out what he wanted so he went after everything. He didn’t stop until he prayed and then his heart was set right with one desire at a time. Now if that is wrong then that is good because if desire were like that then we would eat one pea, one carrot, one fish, or one piece of fish at a time. It would be a boring, repetitious life saved only by the bone not the belle. Well the belle in this case speaks of beauty and one color on a canvas or one ring of danger for ships and it would all be over.

 Sin rises up and says “Lust is of desire and desire is evil” so men go out and try to quell desire by dashing their bodies with whips or beating people up with fist and bat. In reality those are things Sin liked to do. In reality Sin is dead so what we have is a new player that goes out and masquerades as the man of sin or the Man of Sin. That is Satan and Satan is the liar who strives with us and gives us knowledge we call our own.

 Now I write by faith and I include my own words because I don’t want to be under authority of anyone but God. God doesn’t write me He writes with me. If He writes with me He allows me to go off on a tangent. If you put some words to a cryptology machine it might go off the scale because those things are without value except maybe for the Scripture. I’m a man of God but God doesn’t own the language like He used to. Back then there were certain words and certain phrases that kept the language simple. That meant back then a language was based on syllables and that meant a syllable was like a tree. The tree had specific parts and it meant that those who wrote it knew what they were doing. They followed those lines and they always joined at the end. If they didn’t they threw it away. For me I know so many words and make up a few so its hard to be perfect in word. Thus if there is a secret message in my language its because I do write deep. And thus you’ll find if you read it multiple times you will find multiple messages. Its weird but its true. I’ve seen it myself and it is spooky. But in a good way. Call it Gods gift to the language because I bring up words I’ve never heard of. Not by channeling but by going down the right path to the end which is still far distant. And I have a big boat so to those who wait for God to move I would say “Move over because I’m coming through” and that means I’m blocking things up because I go off on tangents. Sorry.

 Now Wisdom had an ant and that ant was a friend. And that ant went out and built a bridge across time. That was me. I admit it I love time travel and I wanted to travel in Time so God said “In your dreams” so I took Him at His word and went in my dreams. Now the crazy ants from Christmas island got involved in this story as a fable. They really do exist and I don’t know why. Still its better to write them into the story just in case they are friends of Wisdom and she got me mixed up with one of them.

 So anyway I was writing this story of the Crazy Yellow Ants when there was a knock at the door. And I opened it and in stepped an Ant Mai. And she said “Joel, if you write this I’ll shoot you.” So I stopped and waited.

 Okay. On to the ants. After all study the ants if you want Wisdom so I had better get started.

 The Yellow Crazy Ants of Christmas island really did exist. They were part of the line of islands that were part of the whole story that began more than 4 some days ago. I didn’t know this and if I did it probably wouldn’t have made a difference. It seems that the moat that was filled with fish was the Pacific Ocean. And it seems that the Yellow Crazy Ants were people who had lived on Malden Island. Now that is a crazy story so lets stick with it. They were the creatures that were part of the story of the island of Dr. Moreau. Dr. Moreau might have been fictitious and probably was but if there were a history to the island it was that it was the breeding ground for creatures of the deep.

 Now creatures of the deep were found and bred and then sent on their way. In doing so the world was filled with crazy yellow ants and I don’t speak of any nation, only of the beast world. I’m not prejudiced I’m just strange in writing. Now the Yellow Crazy Ants were real and I just happened to see the title and didn’t do any research as to why that name was chosen. I just suppose though if this island is so weird they must fit in because they could have floated to Christmas island on a log. Now that sounds spooky if you think about it. Who knows what else floated to Christmas island. Perhaps even a subterranean tunnel that existed like a long V. And that part of Christmas island which is off limits to people, ie, that part which is kept secret by the Crazy Yellow Ants really existed. And they lived on the island and they saw that they would be destroyed by a Tsunami which would crack away part of the stone that used to be fishing throwing themselves upon the moat. Why? Because that part of the island was magnetic and time is magnetic. And if time is magnetic then those people who lived in the ship were magnetic. And if people on earth played with time they would mess things up for those Yellow Crazy Ants. For they would be magnetic. And if you blew up the island because you found ancient ruins which you could not decipher you would call them Polly Anna ruins because it was Polly Anna who lived on that ship. She was Erowind, the one I wrote about from a previous chapter. She lived there on the ship because she had found that it was the first place anyone would look if they were trying to find a ship in time.

 And if that ship in Time really existed then who was Time? After all if Time was a man that meant he would become like God in the sense that he would have to be huge. After all if an Ant Mai or Maya became part of the Mayan Legend then why? It seemed that there were mysteries here we could not part. It seemed we were on the fringe and yet the story hadn’t come together as yet. So if the Crazy Ants that were yellow were part of this story then why didn’t we finish the fable? The answer is because Ants are Ants and people are people and I joked about them being people. It was a joke and I didn’t mean to offend those Yellow Crazy Ants who had found a good place to live among the guano of Christmas island. Its just that there was guano there from fruit bats and maybe they were crazy for living there.

 Now if there is a war on, and there is, then this story needs to switch back to serious for a moment. I like to joke and write jokes and those ants were real and they played a part in this story. We are bringing you there in a moment. Its just that I got a lot of explaining and maybe in asking questions I bring you there with me. For if Ant Maia was part of the Egyptian history they might call her land because she would carry land with her. If she were part of the history of the Aboriginals of Australia she would be called something similar. Its just that Ant Maia was a woman of my dreams. Now I know this story was on twilight zone once. I saw the show but I’ve learned you can’t control your dreams despite the lucid nature of some. It is just that dreams are under authority and that is the best thing in all the universe because dreams are what Sin wanted. And dreams are what Sin ate. It was a story I wrote once about being made of purple gel. I went into research and wondered “Why was I made of purple gel?” It made no sense and so I wondered “What do you do with purple gel.” It was purple and I figured that purple meant royal gel, like that of a queen for a bee hive. Erowind was a queen and she was known for her love of honey. So if Erowind was a bee queen then maybe she was a queen to ants as well.

 Now if Erowind hid out on the ship called Hope Med Ici and she had her own ship then that ship was either destroyed on Earth or she was on earth before her father who was portrayed as the Holy Spirit arrived. We say portrayed because Erowind wasn’t who she seemed to be. No play on be.

 Now if Erowind was a hive woman that meant she had authority over bees which pollinated flowers. And if she was the Polly Anna of history then she was the Polly Nasia of Panasia. Now some would say that is coincidence so lets keep writing. Lets say that Polynesia was the name of a land that was so obscure that no one ever located it on maps. Now lets say that I was wrong about them not knowing what Polynesia culture was like and they got Malden island right. Lets assume the specialist they hired was a man of wisdom and found clues but none he could decipher. And if those clues were aimless it meant they had no specific time that he could pinpoint.

 Now if time were part of the ship and Time were part of Polynesia or their culture where would he have lived say around 1300 give or take fifty years? Lets say that he arose up from the grave and went out and became part of history. Lets say that time or Time man went up from his portion of the earth and became part of earth. Lets assume he knew who Polly Anna or Queen Anna were and that they had a child. Now this gets complicated with assumptions but sometimes you have to fill in the blanks to make a theory work. Now lets say that Time went out and had a child and they had a child again year after year after year until their little island in the South Pacific was filled up with people. Now if that were true and Time was a man and Queen Anna was a woman then who were the little ants? They were the ants on Christmas Island who became part of this fable.

 Now if those ants were part of the magnetic compass of the ship and they lived on it they would be familiar with the compass chart and that would mean they knew how to travel in time.

 Now if those ants could travel in time maybe the Polynesians could travel in time as well. And if the Polynesian people who were carried in time would be carried back to their time again and again and again until finally they would submit to one thing. Home was home even if it seemed it repeated itself over and over and over again. So somehow those people who made their way out of the circle we will call Time didn’t know it but they found ways to be carried back there even in death. For if Time were part of Death then the full circle of history would write these things. Such as the King and Queen of Hawaii who happened to be part of a ship that helped discover Malden island on the way back to Hawaii. The only problem is they were being carried to Hawaii because both of them were dead.

 Is it possible this really was a little island of nearly 40 square kilometers, although in triangular form, that was lost to time?

Now this isn’t meant to be a mysterious island. It was meant to be a simple little Atoll in the South Pacific with a few mysterious ruins. It wasn’t meant to be so strange that it can’t be explained easily without going into time. And it can’t be explained easily unless those poor ants on Christmas island fell into time and still are in time and are carried back and forth, back and forth, back and forth on logs that appear and appear and appear for no apparent reason.

 For if the island of Malden is barren, and it is, then where do those logs come from? Well, life is filled with mystery and you are still only partly convinced that I’m either from Christmas Island or I’m on my way there.

 Now this story does have an ending and it was only the island of Malden we were going to write about. Those Little Ants have a home now and if they are crazy its because God made them that way. To wander around aimlessly in circles or perhaps part of another story. For this one needs an ending. One that will perform heart surgery. For if Sin was part of Time then Queen Anna had Sin in her heart as well. It wasn’t something we like to share but I did mention it at the beginning of her life. She fell into Sin and she was forced to remain behind on Panasia.

 Yet it wasn’t the end of the story for she was found and rescued by some hobbles. The thing is those hobbels or Bobbits or Hobbits were real. They really were real and they didn’t come from earth as we know it. They came from time. Now time was part of this story and it is true that men of God fight for hobbits because they were amazing characters. Tolkien wrote of them but he didn’t invent them. They existed as Dwarfish people who had one thing in common. A need for footwear. It really is part of my story for I loved the movie, especially the beginning where Frodo is determined to make a difference even when all around him men are arguing. “Who will go?” That is the question no one would answer because they wanted power but they didn’t want responsibility. They fought over the ring and it was the ring that held power and it was only Gandalf and the King of the Elves who saw that there was one young man who wanted to make a difference. And it was Gandalf who wanted to go with them but was separated because he had to fight against Balroc. And Balrock or Balroi was the first spirit that Tolkien wrote of. He was a demon of the storn class. Storn wasn’t a Sidi or a Sith or Sidith spirit. Storn was a realm man or a real man who lived in a realm inside the spiritual world of time.

 Now that part of time which is there isn’t of men. It is of things and it was there that Time hid his greatest treasure. The word of la. La isn’t meant to be known by men and it was a word that was filled with treasure for it was built up of measurement called Song and Sing and Sung. And from that word we get lung and mug and hope and love and all the things of a positive tree.

 These were words that went into the language and the language was of God. But Sin took Time and the La and threw it into discourse and it became evil. And evil rose up and tried to throw off God because He wanted time and Time and la and La and Law to succeed.

 Yet of all things there were no men who didn’t want power or authority and if they did it was for their own right so they could fight with God or against God or by God so they could make a name for themselves. Some wanted power and some wanted authority and some wanted it so they could rise up with men in that great hour and show others what they had accomplished. Yet of Frodo it was said that he didn’t want either. He wanted to live quietly in the Shire and like his family Bilbo Baggins, it was Frodo’s desire to write. He didn’t have an adventure to write of and if he had known of what was to come he might not have gone for it changed his life in ways he could not conceive.

 Yet perhaps it might cheer you to know there were two who were like Frodo and they were Sam Wise and Frodo who were the two people who helped to rescue Erowind in her hour of need. They came and they pulled her out of her ship and they took her to a haven called Middle Earth.

 Now Middle Earth is real and it has a portal I’ll share with you some time. I happened to discover it while doing research on Malden Island and other places around the world. I found it and on its slope, that is Doom or Mount Doom is the story of the Glass Slipper. The glass slipper was a slide and on it were written the story of their adventure with Erowind or Queen Anna. She wasn’t Cinderella but she was of her lineage. For the Gen line of Erowind was the Jin line of Cin. And Cin was of the family of Katalina but Kat wasn’t her truest mother. They went by the men line and there really was another Jin and that Jin was Erowind.

 Now that meant that in a way Katalina was the mother to Cin and the mother to Ero or Eros as we know her today. She is the one we call Venus because it was her ship the aliens took and used as a replacement engine for the planet. Its hard to understand all the ramifications of this but I’ll try to prove all these things in succeeding chapters.

Now all these things are strange and strange is what gives a story its spice. And if this is true then the Spice that Frank Herbert wrote of in Dune was inspired by someone we’ll call God. For God didn’t write it just carried an idea of a world where Spice came from giant worms. And that was a prophetic book. And I think I have the original in hardcover. It is a book I’ve read and I watched parts of the shows that came on. I have the original movie and I thought it wasn’t done as well as the TV special they created. That was good and perhaps not as strange as the movie. Some of the movies done in the 70’s were odd and filled with poor image rotations. Those were there I guess because no one had the technology to make images as real as they do now.

 Perhaps that is good because it wasn’t really the worms who created Spice it was Queen Anna. I call her that because she was a dreamer. She was the original Polly Anna and she really did have a hive mentality. If I tell you her aunt was the Borgaga or the Borg Queen you would laugh. Its true though and I can prove that in a later chapter as well.

 For now lets just say that music is prophetic. I mentioned the Statue of Liberty? It was a representation of Liberty who is real as well. She was on the Hope Med Ici ship. And I can prove she existed. Now lets see, who else? How about this. You are part of the story of the Yellow Crazy Ant. I took you on a wild journey. It was rambling, it was wild, you traveled all over the place in search for food. It was a real journey and you really did travel with me in history. All the facts are true and all the things I said were true. Any misspellings are mine to correct or be advised of. Study your history. Learn these things for yourself. Ask if the official reasons for things are really the true reason. Because if they are then history is written with one word. Hope. Because in all this story we used words you could understand. And we wrote a history that helped you understand. Because History is based on a li and a li isn’t with an e at the end and an e isn’t of earth. Its of elf. For an e is of li and a lin is of line and of there was an elf then he changed his name by going to his mom and having her give birth to him. Now if that is weird hold on. For if Jesus was born of a virgin and he went out and had a child, as they say in the Da Vinci code, then who had him as a mom? If Mary was his first mom and there were no other mothers out there then who was his truest mother? The answer is Mary was. And if Jesus had a line that went to God that meant he could not have children of Sin. For children of Sin is what men wanted and thus his line would not be fertile with that of men. And that is the secret Sin wanted hidden. For if men understood that they would see that the Sons of God that came down to daughters of men were giants and those giants were li not lie. For they la with the la and those women they lay with were of the Hope Med Ici ship. For those women were giants and they still are. And they were in a ship that was huge because everyone of them from Katalina down to Wisdom were giantess after giantess. Not five or six or seven or eight but nine feet up to seventeen feet in height. And everyone of them was found by men after they had died. Not in a place you would think. In a field in Iowa where they were buried with honor. For of all the men in all the world who found them they were of the men of the li. The men God had raised up with knowledge of who these women were. These were the woman who had rebuilt the earth by placing pyramids above and below the stal lin or stallion. And the Stallion was the white line which kept the South of the United States from failing. They were not mentioned in history for one reason. That part of history was thrown out by those who followed because it was so foolish. That knowledge lies in a corn field in Iowa under twenty feet of soil. Not too far south of Des Moines. And if I lie then maybe I am not of earth. For I cared for them because of one person. God.

 Now that might seem foolish but God spent the last two years telling me their story. And I wept and I cried and I was there when they died. And I was there when they lived. And I was there to love them in a way I can’t explain. For they were the leathers the first. The first Marines. The very first marines that were employed under the Hope Med Ici ship by the captain who was a giant also. In height she was seven feet six inches tall. In heart she was a La and in size she was a giant to me. I loved her as Kat and she was real. She died this morning at the age of 4. Only four years of age because Kat was a Cat. And she wasn’t meant to be a cat. She died in the arms of one woman who didn’t know she had carried her. A woman I love now but only as a friend. It is strange that some would say I am crazy and write crazy. Its just that if I tell you the whole story you will want to hear it and it took God two years to tell me. And if that seems strange it will take history a thousand years to write their story. And perhaps I’ll be allowed to share my part. God says I will and I know I will. For this is the middle of the book.

 And being the middle means I’m going to go lie down and sleep soon. Not of death just of sleep. For I am tired and its been a war with Satan and with Sin. I hated Sin but I didn’t know his full story nor why God was reluctant to take his life. It may seem strange but Sin was part of the Hope Med Ici ship. I loved them as friends and I cared for them in a way that history will record. For now lets just say that among their number was one named Cassiopeia or a woman that came from a distant star system. She knew of me and that is strange as I never met her. Its just that Time shared my name with her because I prayed for her. I prayed because I loved her and I prayed for her with God who knew who she was.

 She was a friend to Wisdom and knew that Earth needed a pulsar and that there was one in her star waiting to happen. It was just that I didn’t know what a pulsar was. It wasn’t evil it was just a little hole where the heart should be. It was that heart of the star that became a pulsar. And the pulsar is part of our ozone hole. She gave her life for earth so that man might rise up and fight, like Frodo, against the ring. The ring of force was the polar ice that kept our planet from being what it was meant to be. The polar ice was the story that should be told. It is not a good thing despite what people might think. It is evil and it was meant to be evil for God wanted that part of His world to be tropical. Think of it this way. Cassiopeia wanted earth back and wanted to be from earth but history doesn’t share her story. She was fallen from space off the Bay of Fundy nearly 34,000 years ago and she lay there entombed in coral. No one but God knew it but how do you salvage an angel? The answer is give the angel a daughter or two and have them there to guide and protect. And if necessary to help people who need it. This is a true story, ask Gabe, a child who saw them there when his mother had died when they went off the road. They protected him and kept him warm. They were Casseopias kids. Two of her Marines who kept her warm and comfortable for so long they forgot who they were. For an angel that falls is bent on destruction. In this case Cassiopeia wasn’t out to hurt only to help. She was hit by a portion of the Dark Star of Niburu. And Niburu was part of a planet that began this story so long ago that it isn’t funny. A billion years plus. That was the age of Cassiopeia. She was a billion years old and one of the oldest angels in existence. She loved God and put Him first in all things and loved men second because they were made in the image of God. She wasn’t married. No woman of time was able to find her a mate. She loved and she cherished life and she was broken over Canada, at least on the East Coast. If there is one woman who has prayed for the ships that pass over her it is her. She still prays every day. And I don’t joke on these things. I speak truth.

 She still exists and not in a way. Her heart lives on because she carried her heart to that part of the world knowing it would be her heart that would fall. And that part of her heart is real.

 It is her star and her system where she lived that misses her heart and pulses towards earth. A pulsar is designed to pulse and it goes after that part of the heart that is missing. That is the heart of a pulsar. The heart of La. The La heart is the Coeur or the course that it follows. It has to follow the path of least resistance which in our case is the North Pole. It is then from there it travels to her and gives her a taste of freedom so she can think. And she prays and asks God to heal men. It is that part of the word heal which God spoke of in Genesis when He said that Satan’s heel would be bruised. It was simply because of people who prayed and if Satan’s heal were his heart and his heart could not be healed then it meant it wasn’t his heart at all but Sin. And if Sin stole his heart, and he did, then where was Satan’s heart? The answer is Satan gave his heart to Sin and Sin was a reptile. And the reptile ate his heart and it was consumed. Yet if there is a second heart its not the brain but its found in the heel of the foot for it is there that God said “Let there be light” and there was light. And it was the light of men that came from a WORD and that WORD was Jesus or Emmanuel. And if Jesus were Emmanuel that means God with us. So if Jesus is that part of the Light that came to men he came in on a word of hope.

 Now I don’t go for theology only to mention a thought. If Jesus were brought to Earth by the Holy Spirit then where did he come from? The mind of the Holy Spirit? Or perhaps a theory, if you will, at least for now. Lets assume that God heard one woman’s prayer for men. Lets assume that it was an angel who prayed from Earth. An angel who didn’t cease praying for 34,000 years, longer than anyone. And lets say she prayed for a man to fall from heaven, like her, to lift her up so she could return to her star and lets assume that happened today. That means in a year, perhaps two, that part of the Pulsar which helps Earth will be carried into the sea. Not of forgetfulness but to the Palace of the Almighty King. And there God will say to her “What is your heart telling you.” And she would say “Not my heart but yours be done.” and God would say “Then love” and if there were anyone worth her love it would be an angel. For Cassiopeia was 17 and a half feet in height. More than any man could handle. If her heart were that small and it was, then the Pulsar would call out to her to return to her star. For of all the Morning Stars that ever sang for Joy there were none like Entropy. For Entropy was the song of the star Cassiopeia. And she is the one that is part of the W in the constellation by her name. And she is the one that pulses day and night, year after year with a song for Joy.

 Now this sounds odd but perhaps its because God created the stars to Sing and if they did they had a heart of La. For La is the first word a singer uses when testing out the sound. La La La and so on until they have found the right key. Perhaps she, Entropy, sang for Joy and didn’t know she was off key. And perhaps her song was so solemn that all the other angels went off key. Perhaps. But that will be told someday as a source of humor and not sorrow. For now know that the Pulsar from Cassiopeia will soon stop. Entropy of the Universe will soon cease. And those things called poles of ice will soon end if they are not on the way to it already. These things are good because once the ice is gone it will circulate into a hole at the South Pole and wash free all the garbage that went into the pole at the start of this story. And it will sweep free all the things that Sin threw into it. It will free up the dreams of a Billion people who live in poverty for fish will start to return to the islands. And those who are free will be set free and those who are bound will be freed of their bondage. Men of Sin will remain for a time until they are freed of the serpents kiss. And when that kiss is done then that which God has promised all men will come to pass and we will live in a world free of cancer, Aids, dark spells and pain beyond measure. Men will have guardians called Angels who will protect and guide them in all things. And if angels are there to be seen then they are not doing their jobs. So don’t worry, you won’t have to worry about running one over if they fly alongside your car or van. And if there are people of sin who have done evil God will take them for a dunking in the lake of fire to free them of evil. And if there are men in prison who are innocent they will be set free. And if there are men who are not but should be they will be taken in chains and put in prison. You will be surprised because God will cherish men who are free and those who are free won’t want to return to garbage.

 Garbage in this case is stuff that should be thrown out. And its meant to be burned or buffeted or turned away as junk. So if I return to Garage Sales and am offered all the free stuff I want then I guess maybe I am crazy after all. Still, there is something to be said for Garage sales. For if Garages vanish away and all things become new then where do we store the new vehicles? The answer is we won’t need them. We’ll fly. Okay that doesn’t sound like much fun for everyone. So maybe those who fly earn frequent fliers points for something. Like living a good life and pleasing God. So if somewhere, someday you see me flying around don’t shoot me down. I’m just a man fulfilling a wish, a dream of Hope. I think its something she would have wanted for me.