On-lookers this original chapter of 'Nonsense' was called 'Damnation' but I will include the final chapter of my latest draft on Monday and I have called that 'Damnation'. In a sense I consider this to be the damnation in the story and Mondays chapter to be the salvation. You decide ...
Whom am I obliged to; it is confusing for me? I suppose I feel guilty that I choose to honour my loving wife’s wishes. My duty is to my family and friends. I cannot get the stigmata out of my mind though. Power seekers crucified Jesus. On-lookers I am damned either way!
“Xern,” Serena speaks, “it’s always been Hollid that frightens me. I’ve never known how to deal with his deceitful attentions. I didn’t fear the Plateau when you organized the place with others.”
“Sweetheart, Hollid has set precedence. Those with potential in Selford now only aspire to make money. They sell their souls to anyone with enough money and in the face of surrounding need and despair. Their purpose doesn’t extend beyond that. All who leave the University are nothing but the consequence of cultured ignorance.
Hollid is evil. Hollid abused the Throng laws and the fundamental rules of nature to get what he wanted. His contrivance was of a reality that only supported his delusions. Hollid left hundreds of minions to suffer satisfying his self interest. Remember it is not in the interest of the Powerful to ‘do as they would be done by’. Persons are greedy by nature. Greed is not a commandment, but it fuels most of minions’ sins. Goodness for goodness sake will never sustain when, as Jonny says, only power counts. The precedence set does not recognize responsibility. It won’t recognize me.”
Serena shivers and looks at me with tears in her eyes. I put our duvet around her shoulders and she answers my sympathetic smile, “Hollid’s responsibility, or yours Xern?”
“What you are all asking me to do is impossible. I know I’m not a genius.” Not that it would make any difference.
“You are quite passive, Xern. I however observe aggression in both Vanessa and Hollid. Remember your only friend in Selford at the time was Virgil. Why would you kill him? Neither of them would want to put that in front of a jury.”
“Sir Trunest told me I must put this right. How do I do that? I can see, feel and hear the Throng’s vengeance. Is this all because of what I have done? I told Trunest I have done nothing!
The Enforcer told me that he cannot prevent an injustice that has already happened. He dismissed the idea of justice with a hearty laugh.
Hollid’s ‘time and motion survey’ did not involve the Enforcer’s thoughts. If anyone had experience of law breakers they would have biased the survey if they were involved. Offenders are profiting from these past acts of dishonour at everyone’s expense. How can I put a system right when I only have that system to do so?
The Enforcer was too busy arresting the elderly for fighting back and the sick for struggling. He advised me to move to Sharbourn; Selford’s lost.”
“My love, perhaps the Throng is not angry because of what you have done, but because of what you have not?”
“Both of us have always found it easiest to avoid Hollid altogether.” I clasp Serena’s hand for support and she puts her arm around my lonely shoulders. “Even apart I always felt very close to you. You possess my mind and in your absence you consume my thoughts.”
“I think that they wished you had struck Virgil so others could blame you for their crime. You probably alleviated their guilt, because they lacked a conscience. That wouldn’t have happened if Virgil had remained; another motive for their crime. I have misjudged Vanessa.” Serena sighs within her growing despair.
“I am beginning to realize that so much wrong needs to be undone. I am so sorry that I was once happy to have let such wickedness rest. I now realize that it was not only me who suffered. Although, there is nothing I can do about the Plateau.”
On-lookers, Jonny explains the social structures of Selfordan culture in the kitchen. “There are three types of minion. Those with power are mostly evil. Everything that they do they do for themselves. These are the Successful parasites, who talk of progress whilst the masses still remain injured and poor. They are not only worthless but detrimental to their fellow kind. The worst type of parasite kills their hosts with disregard. These ‘Hollids’ contribute nothing and take everything; destruction.”
Jonny feels the pain watching from the side lines, “As we watch Megarian and his enduring waste, I watch those who survive such evil. The Survivors are the biggest traitors of their own kind. For petit rewards these Survivors destroy life itself by denying their purpose, to serve the parasites intent. The parasitic Successful sub species assess the Survivors due. Their misplaced power defines criminality. Survivors claim authority whilst they kill and then plead stupidity when their victims rise to hold such evil to account. Survivors try to justify their behaviour and that of the Successful parasites claiming their worth and power as credited. Survivors’ authority is only that of these parasitic devils. We have repeatedly learnt devils do not honour contracts even if the Survivors remain faithful and the poor die.” Jonny wipes his cheek. Victim and I take him out into the orchard for an early morning stroll.
The Pasteur continues with sadness, “The truth is that too many creatures cared for and protected are selling their souls to these devils. The only progress for the poor is that they get poorer. The Successful devils’ Survivors punish the good. The Successful class all the discredited poor as criminals and Survivors issue unreasonable demands as the devils’ might requires. When held to account the Successful devils disown their Survivors.
Amongst the victims of these creatures in the squalid earthly Hell the only surviving good that remains exists. This is where the last kind of minion endures. The worthy truly reject the money that enables such evil wickedness to triumph. The psychosis of Survivor and Successful devils’ delusions shatter as they hit the brutal truth treasured here. It is here that love and care exists where it is lacking amongst the self gratifying wealthy.” To my surprise the Vicar starts to sob. It is Victim who hugs this tall Foreigner. I am bewildered.
“I am stronger thank you. You are hot Victim?” Jonny replies with concern at this, little insignificance.
“That isn’t me. Our Creator will not see his angels suffer for the sensitivity He has blessed you with. I am their vessel Jon. Remember that that sensitivity has not only enabled you to see the wickedness thrive, but to avoid it.”
I am stunned even flabbergasted. I try to get my breath back. Zeta starts running over to join us from the Home Farm kitchen.
“What’s the matter Zeta,” she is very excited and I do not know why.
“Did you not feel it? The Throng’s anger! The world stopped and then started again. There is black slime burnt across the kitchen table, ‘the end of the world is nigh’. The aga has split in two. Delta and Sigma say that it is barbeque for lunch.”
I assure her, “Nothing has happened here. It has been calm and still.” Zeta catches her breath and gabbles on,
“Has he said yes yet?” she enquires of Jonny. He shakes his head.
“Mummy said that she tried to speak to you this morning. You were more concerned with Hollid’s responsibility than your own. You blamed her, myself and Yew for avoiding your vocation. You consider Selford is lost and impossible to save. Alpha says that to do nothing makes you as bad as Hollid.” Zeta took my head in her hands and stared into my eyes,
“The Throng gave all persons the land. It was the Successful devils who decided it belonged to them and no one else. They objected to their fellow kind from using it. They then chose to sell it to those who had never seen money and otherwise never would. These deceitful devils sold them money for more money. Thieves invented debt owed to them. The poor had their rites to land stolen. The true have always owned nothing and still give more than anyone else.” Zeta simply stares at me, “The omnipresent Throng is present throughout time. They know what you will do. Still, the more confident the Professors become the more greed is satisfied for these powerful thieves. The poor now need to sell their souls to Satan. Unless you act now we’re all lost.”
Jonny takes up her argument, “Successful parasites commended by Survivors manoeuvring their way through the starving. Satan celebrates and the Throng groans in despair. Xern, the Throng makes all things possible.”
My mind is shattered and bombarded. I love these persons how can I defend myself On-lookers?
Zeta continues, “Innumerates acclaim the market economy system. None are able to calculate that if you keep gratifying the black hole at the top, where too much is not enough, you will end up with less than nothing. The more money these Successful parasites and their Survivors make the more persons with more sense and no money die.”
Victim ends with his finale, “The ‘intelligent’ amongst such Survivors require conformity to their peers. ‘Genii’ don’t conform. Money kills the progress of persons it always has, does now and forever will. These parasites sacrifice truth in the hope for nothing but power sustificuts. It’s what happens now at the Plateau University.”
On-lookers, is life worth living? I suppose it has always depended on two things. What persons’ value; money, purpose, relationships. And then whether persons’ thoughts, hopes and beliefs enable them to realize their existence.
Yew arrives with Serena. Serena hugs me. The black slime covers both of them. Brilliant light follows another clap of heavy thunder.
“We’ve been scrubbing the table to get the black slime off. It just won’t come off.” Serene begs me, “Please Xern for our sakes. Resurrect your purpose at the University.”
I look at them all, “If you don’t mind me doing so. I can only try to put things right and I cannot do that alone, Jonny.” A rainbow reveals itself spread over the farm. The sun shines forcefully on my back. The black slime disappears in front of our eyes.
On-lookers, is this ‘nonsense’, or the way of life?