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hp are not the Hewlett Packard that they were 20 years ago. hp is now expensive. hp does not provide the goods they advertise. Situated in Ireland hp took £693.90 from me, for a laptop which did not do what I asked - and they said that it would. Bought 2 and a half months ago on 27 November 2014 hp claim that it will remain "theirs" for a year. Despite the 10 month old ProBook 450 laptop remaining theirs they will neither replace it - with what can only be equal rubbish or refund me.
They are now unreliable and unsupportive. They say that they will repair this laptop, and these are the fools who broke it.  I phoned for this repair and some incompetent from some other country in the world started trying to sell me things that I neither wanted nor needed to replace endless programs which hp supplied and were not working.
When they do make the effort to download what they call "updates" on to the systems they sell you - they download damaging and obstructive programs that prevent any business or personal usage. They lie. They do not offer any hp warranty beyond 30 days! 
20 years ago they were excellent, they moved to the UK and became bad. Now they are international and have become even worse. They are vicious and incompetent. Despite their international assurances on their so called warranty they pass you from country to country and from department to department with endless excuses until they cut you off.
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Just One True God who being despite being beyond our comprehension endlessly loves and protects us. We so often carry on with no comprehension of this omnipresent, powerful, caring and forgiving Creator and Benifactor. So ...
The Beach Boys’ hit ‘God Only Knows’ has to be one of my all-time favorites. But watching star after star sing an INCREDIBLE version just blew me away. How did they pack this many celebrities in one video!?!
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To Whom it may Concern; Dear Everyone,

As a child like all other children I made mistakes or more to the point I
was naughty.
I can remember my father on one extreme occasion when I had been caught
pilforing or more to the point stealing with other friends, and he told me
this -

The most important thing you will loose is your name; your reputation. Your
reputation is all that counts. It does not matter who thought stealing (in
this case) would be a good idea. It does not matter what it was you both
decided to steal. It wont matter that you have been punished, or that you
are sorry. All that will matter to people who meet you is that you did
steal (in this case) and you will never be trusted again. That made a big
impression on me. The Christian sense or morality came later, but if you
wish to interact with others what is it that they are being asked to relate
to!

Unfortunately amoungst the powerful in this the UK, us the people these
powerful fancy they are responsible for are not even considered in the
outrageous and selfish theiving and fraud they conduct. If these mega
parasites cannot consider us before they line their pockets or kill their
opponents then they must consider their reputations before they commit
these crimes against God if not against the corrupted laws construed by
overpaid maggots of society.

It does not matter whether you fancy yourself rich, important or even *perfect!
*If you commit any crime against anyone then this should be known by
everyone. This is everyone's last protection. People should not be judged
simply because they are different from the masses, but if they wish to
occupy positions of any power over others what they do or have done should
be known by all so we can defend ourselves from the deceit occuring again.

Do unto others as you would have done unto yourself.

Wendy Andrews
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This above is my reply to David of Google about the right to privacy.
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On-lookers this is the penultimate episode of 'Nonsense' the last chapter will be posted on Monday. Does this frighten you or make you angry? Perhaps it does nothing to you? What could this mean?

34 The Devil’s Library

Tonight I am relaxed again. Perhaps this should be the end of the story? However, this undertaking that my family and friends have drawn from me is about to start. The atmosphere remains one of excitement amongst everyone else. The University professors are studying the geological movements on the bed of the Mowdis. Their delusion is that when they identify a reason the earthquakes will stop. Am I any better? On-lookers, will the Throngs’ furry ease simply because I agree to return to the Plateau? I cannot find any inspiration how to put things right.

Serena sits next to me in the dark and puts her arm around my shoulders, “Love, don’t forget our daughter.” She smiles, “The Throng has yet to tell us what purpose her mission served. I am thrilled we are together again, but what does the Throng want from Zeta?”

The words scrawled in black slime on the table have all disappeared. The words now burnt on the table read, ‘Whoever rejects you rejects me and the one who sent me.’

We return the next rotar to the Thurch to find not just truth but answers. Alpha is flicking through the combined Throng books when Zeta exclaims in alarm and jumps up. There is an echoing ring through the Pal hall as something falls to the stone floor. Gamma searches under the pew to find what has fallen. He hands Zeta the key that he has found. She examines it with a frown.

“What is this key Alpha?” It no longer glows but is still warm and Zeta hands it to him.

“It’s from the Throng. You’ll need some help. It’ll open the cast iron door Gamma. It is integral with the wall and has no hinges. We didn’t have the key and despite our efforts we could not open it. It hides a library stocked by the knoms two centuries ago.”

We all descend onto the strange ‘invisible’ door in the arched passage. Zeta is excited. Nevertheless, the initial attempts to simply turn the key and open the library are not successful. Gamma attempts to lever the large key around. Rho forces thick grease into the key hole before Jonny retries the key.

“If we ever get this door open I’ll be surprised if there is anything in here. Look at these burnt handprints on this wall. If the fission bomb did this to whole knoms there cannot be much left of books.” All labourers agree with the Foreigner as they all push against the stubborn door.

Young Rho squeals with delight. He grabs the lever and sticks it into a crack that appears in the base of the wall. Exactly where we least expected it. The door is not simply heavy it is very thick.

“It’s unlocked!” Delta exclaims.

“Lead was used in the old times to seal the things inside here from the nuclear fissions. Do not touch the inside of the wall." Alpha is concerned that lead kills, Jonny and I agree. Sigma provides rubber gloves until we have finished prising these sides apart.

A couple of whiles and a break later the doors are fully open. Delta holding a handkerchief over his face wipes solid layers of cobwebs away to reveal thick dust…

“There is something in there!” Zeta jumps as something falls off one of the tables inside. The light fades and Time does hesitate before passing us all by.

What is that On-looker? Do you recognize him? Pas encore set horrifia. Not this horror again.

The skies grow darker, books start falling from the shelves and bursting into flames. A hollow whining voice echoes through the thin windows in the library. “You are not the only ones. These books are mine. You may not read them.”

Yew looks the devil straight in the eyes and replies to his asserted authority, “This is not about you. I am one of millions, so why are we debating your gratification? We may do whatever we choose and the Throng invites us to read these books. The Throng, the very essence of life have given these books to everyone. You cannot deny us what is already ours.” Victim fulfils Arwel’s role standing defiantly legs apart next to Yew. The Déjà vu is not here.

Books start flying around the room and the window glass starts cracking. The whine continues to hiss through the thin windows in the library. “Who will look after you if I do not look after myself?”

Where others are fearful Yew is angry, “You are saving none of us. The Throng saves us from ourselves and evil. Voltaire insisted, ‘Librumne tulisti?’, ‘Happy he, who has availed to read the causes of things.’ These are our books. You are not welcome; go. Socrates said on the steps of the Stoa that knowledge is good and ignorance is evil. We choose ‘good’.”

A sharp whistle from the high windows splits the continuing boom, “Socrates did not exist; you cannot choose for others. It is my job to decide what is best for you.”

A fire in the corner of the library starts to grow. Yew’s temper rises with others’ terror, “I understand more than you maintain. The Throng created us free to choose and enable us with this knowledge to live wisely. The decisions are ours not yours. None of us intend to become martyrs to the devil.” A movement of air whistles out through the cracked glass.

Rho passes Victim the lever. He passes it to the tallest of us. The Foreigner pokes the slit leaded windows out of their frames again. The library fills with sunlight like a glass with cool water.

The fire gives a flourish, then dies. On-looker Time not only stands still, but reverses. The books that were on the floor reappear as they were on the shelves. There was no fire. The devil has gone.

“Thousands of books from around the world …” I utter in amazement.

“…Truth,” Alpha choruses, “Hundreds of them.” He smiles confidently, “A true and noble fight as I said in the café Yew. I’m pleased you’re here.”

Maxims are fingering through the books on the table. “Bibbles, all different bibbles and Gideon’s, Throng books with words in …what’s this? The ones on the shelves are different …” and the excitement continues.

Delta is debating the books with the Foreigner and Sigma. They are weak and will not survive this intrigue for long. “How do we repair such treasures?” Everyone removes one book from the library. Victim writes their name and the book they take in his pad of paper.

Later fervent discussion continues in the kitchen.

On-lookers we saw nothing that we did not want to see. Anything unpleasant we spied we could not understand. Although we know nothing of ourselves we stand tall in our ignorance. Remember that which we cannot find in the universe we will find within ourselves.

Jonny smiles at Xern, “The Throng has given you your answer, a University curriculum.”

“Yes, but have you looked in these bibbles and Gideon’s? Try reading one bibble from cover to cover it contradicts itself endlessly. This isn’t as simple as it might at first seem. Persons with ulterior motives interpret what the Throng said before they write it in these books. These books convey nothing directly from the Throng.”

Jonny joins me. “After Nicaea the bibble was edited by the first Bishops and the pagan Emperor Constantine to make it easier for them. Look at lawyers and how there is a law that validates every crime within the legal system. It was the same with bibbles. In the beginning of time all you needed to get away with anything was a belief in the Christian regime.”

“More to the point ‘that the Christian regime believed in you!’” Alpha corrects.

The Pasteur agrees, “It was probably a hindrance if you believed in any of the Throng. We hope you believed in what the Throng did rather than what the churches preached.”

“The Throng continues to intercede on our behalf, hallelujah.” Gamma raises his eyebrows.  

“Jonny it says at the end of the New Testament that anyone editing anything out of the bibble will be damned for eternity.”

“It is ambiguous about who is going to do the damning, but dictators do not like having their dictums altered! It is a pity that the Throng did not write a book, but I suppose that that would have interfered with giving us freedom of choice and being. That was never the plan of any church or empire.” Jonny resigned to the inevitable shrugs his shoulders at me.

“So the Throng has written none of it? …I am to use this book compiled by powerful Satanists with ulterior motives to devise a curriculum … how friend?” I shake my head in despair again.

Jonny laughs, “I think that you can work out what the Throng desires, by reading the bibble twice. Firstly as an emperor trying to sort a problem he has got. Ignore these bits. Then you read what’s left. Note down any contradictions. Assess the number of mentions each contradiction repeats in the bibble. Using your discretionary sense and these results the truth will blossom. The Throng’s disciples were instructed to clearly tell us Their message. Remember the Throng was communicating with animals; us as we were. Open your heart to the Throng and you will understand that They are benevolent. Compared to our callous indifference to each other they are compassionate.”

“You have to agree Jonny; I cannot safely do this on my own. No person can alone. We need a committee of maxims and minions, all kinds finishing in a debate of what is and is not worth teaching.”

Jonny pats me on my back, “You can make a final judgement about what the new curriculum should include…”

“No, no friend.” I am left contemplating fate.

On-lookers you have predicted the future weather, life expectancy and gambling prospects. With Time encircling our endless fallibilities could you predict destinies with the same accuracy? Are you surprised to see Time is already here? Is that our conscience echoing within your soul?

It dawns on me slowly. “The best person for this job is Yew. Yew will decide.”

Life continues because of light and darkness.
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WARNING Do not touch or have anything to do with  H P  they are the worst company you will ever meet. H P are unreliable, dishonest and harmful. Their contracts are worthless and if you have any money left after they have financially stripped you bare H P illegally dishonor their  contracts. Google have just warned me of their offer to put things right, they continue to harm you afterwards.                         /                            One receptionist asked me - "I had had this laptop for over a month; if it hadn't worked why had I waited until then to ask for my money back." This was not a question. I had spent all that time repeatedly asking for my money back and being told by H P that their company H P contract just repaired the H P laptop. One H P international ignorant technician from H P  for this overpriced tool they had sold me - said that it did not work because there were too many cookies on the laptop. I knew this was incorrect, these were only there because he had put them there. He then tried to charge me to remove them.                                 /                                I WARN you now; if H P stick a cloven hoof in your face offering you computers, printers or watches turn you back, cross the street and do not turn round again.    H P will skin you after they have stripped you. They give you hard ware they then download software to frustrate, they give you options and they then ignore your choices and blame the harmful programs they place against your wishes on the H P  laptop claiming it still belongs to  them. H P will not give you your money back.                     /                        Compare H P to Yankie Traders despite being based around New York the best warning that can be given against these H P maggots is "Caviet Emptor" - BUYER BEWARE.

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If you have Type 2 Diabetes, listen well or you could lose your life.
First please bear in mind that D.S.N.s are not qualified in the proper treatment of Diabetes Mellitus (Type 2 diabetes); the 6 week course that such volunteers go on only provides a general course in general diabetes. (There is no such thing!)
If you have Type 1 Diabetes (Diabetes Insipidus) you will be treated with one or other regime of many different insulins and should know about hypoglycaemia (hypos) and understand what to do about them. 
Type 2 Diabetics are told by General Practitioners (G.P.s) and D.S.N.s not to eat any kind of sugar and many are put on tablets to help with this Diabetes Mellitus condition. An ignorant advice given by both parties G.P.s and D.S.N.s, who demonstrate their lack of knowledge and understanding of the tablets, they give their Type 2 Diabetics. Metformin is one, and like this entire situation created by a diseased and callous government obsessed with their personal finances IT/ IS DANGEROUS ; these other tablets could also be dangerous. The stronger these tablets are the more dangerous they are.
Hippocrates stated this medical oath to avoid such situations, but in this diseased and masturbated society of ambitious secularists none of them are interested in your health or well being. 
Many older Type 2 diabetics grew up and lived in a society where it was advisable to “trust your doctor;” DO NOT DO SO NOW! 
If you find yourself feeling weak,
                                                  Confused,
                                                  Disoriented,   
                                                   bellow your normal capabilities ... 
any of the above it is essential that you do what you have been told not to do and IMMEDIATELY start eating as much sugar as you can find.
                                                  Biscuits, toast and jam (not for diabetics), cup of tea / coffee with sugar added, bowl of cereal with added sugar ..., do so sitting down and do not stop until you feel more capable, stronger and competent. I keep a bottle of Lucozade by my bed and whenever I wake up ache’ing, weak and confused I have programmed myself to drink a glass of Lucozade. It does not always work, but if you live with someone else show them this and hopefully they will be able to persuade you to eat a once favourite food with sugar in it. 
This weakness that you feel often occurs at night time NEVER TAKE YOUR TABLETS BEFORE YOU GO TO BED This weakness is that which extreme drunks feel when they have had far too much to drink. This feeling of depletion in you and in drunks is caused by a lack of sugar in your blood – (even for a normal person) you are hypoglycaemic, or as Type 1 diabetics call it hypo. Eating what you have been told not to (sugar or food with it in) will eventually replace this sugar which the tablets have chemically removed from your system. You are confused and weak, because your brain stem is trying to save your life. It is diverting what little glucose (concentrated sugar) it can find in your body. Everyone is different and each time you go hypo it is different, but you may twitch as your brainstem tenses and relaxes your muscles in order to drain every last bit of glucose it can find, you can become aggressive which is your brainstem releasing adrenalin in order that you can flea this evil in your body – flea from your ignorant, arrogant Bolshie’s, self interested, so called “Specialist” D.S.N.s and G.P.s.. You do not die from hyperglycaemia. High blood sugar has to ferment into acid and takes weeks and months to kill you. Hypoglycaemia; low blood sugar can kill you in hours. I would not take my next tablet whatever it is. If you have a friendly pharmacist visit your Chemist / Pharmacist as soon as you can; describe what has happened and ask for advice. 
If you are lucky enough to have not yet started to take any of these Metformin type tablets DON’T start. Go to your next D.S.N. or G.P. Diabetes Specialists (neither of whom have signed the Hippocratic Oath, or are not worth their word) appointment and say nothing. Wait and see what happens. 
e.g. Congratulations to one friend who took the advice I give in the above paragraph. He was told by a D.S.N. who took one blood test with a 12 m.mol glucose/L whole blood result and diagnosed that he had diabetes mellitus and prescribed tablets for him. He did not take them and returned for the next appointment with her and she told him that he was in perfect condition now he was “taking the tablets”! He is happy and healthy, not taking the tablets and coping well with his asthma. You have survived the D.S.N.s and G.P.s; the N.H.S.; long may you live.
e.g.  Well done to another friend who was on the highest dose of Metformin three times a day, together with five other tablets at least half of them dealing with the side effects of the other! He was found by his wife first thing in the morning unconscious on the floor. Rushed into hospital (one of the worst NHS hospitals in the UK) he was diagnosed with a long cured and recovered return of cancer. Then they changed their minds and decided that he had had a stroke. By this time he had started to recover and a charitable assistant informed me that he was wondering about still confused. They then decided that he had a brain tumour, (very popular in this area of the country! Along with miracles!!!!). 
His wife asked me to visit him where I met a supposed physiotherapist arguing with my friend that –“he had had a massive stroke and should not be wandering about”. When I asked him – how he was, she defensively started insisting that – “that was confidential”! My friend told me that he was on a hunger strike because they would not let him go home. I spoke to another charitable nurse and asked why he and his wife had never seen a consultant since he had been admitted nearly a week earlier? Shortly after this my friends saw a supposed consultant and a junior doctor together (I don’t know I was not there). They told my friends that they wanted to do tests to find out what was wrong with him. I could have told them there and then. I was not there. A week later he was released home; with no diagnosis (there is nothing wrong with him – other than having been subjected to the worst a maggot infested N.H.S. has to offer). 
I suggested that he started weaning himself off his tablets and saw his pharmacist for advice. I insisted that he would not die if he ate any sugar! When I visited them a week later he told me that he had stopped all his medicine immediately (I had not advised this), but he had started eating again and eating sugar, cakes, biscuits, etc.. I did a quick blood glucose test on him and his blood sugar was 7.9m.mol glucose / L whole blood which was good as he told me he had just been bingeing on ginger nuts! On no tablets at all! He tells me that he does visit his G.P. (not a pretentious Specialist), but does not take the tablets he prescribes. This was a trauma for my friends and their family. It has shaken his once trust in the N.H.S.. 
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To Whom it may Concern; Dear Everyone,

As a child like all other children I made mistakes or more to the point I
was naughty.
I can remember my father on one extreme occasion when I had been caught
pilforing or more to the point stealing with other friends, and he told me
this -

The most important thing you will loose is your name; your reputation. Your
reputation is all that counts. It does not matter who thought stealing (in
this case) would be a good idea. It does not matter what it was you both
decided to steal. It wont matter that you have been punished, or that you
are sorry. All that will matter to people who meet you is that you did
steal (in this case) and you will never be trusted again. That made a big
impression on me. The Christian sense or morality came later, but if you
wish to interact with others what is it that they are being asked to relate
to!

Unfortunately amoungst the powerful in this the UK, us the people these
powerful fancy they are responsible for are not even considered in the
outrageous and selfish theiving and fraud they conduct. If these mega
parasites cannot consider us before they line their pockets or kill their
opponents then they must consider their reputations before they commit
these crimes against God if not against the corrupted laws construed by
overpaid maggots of society.

It does not matter whether you fancy yourself rich, important or even *perfect!
*If you commit any crime against anyone then this should be known by
everyone. This is everyone's last protection. People should not be judged
simply because they are different from the masses, but if they wish to
occupy positions of any power over others what they do or have done should
be known by all so we can defend ourselves from the deceit occuring again.

Do unto others as you would have done unto yourself.

Wendy Andrews
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This is my reply to David Slater from Google about to discuss everyone's right to privacy.
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To Whom it may Concern; Dear Everyone,

In answer to David Slater from Google about people's right to privacy. As a child like all other children I made mistakes or more to the point I
was naughty.
I can remember my father on one extreme occasion when I had been caught
pilforing or more to the point stealing with other friends, and he told me
this -

The most important thing you will loose is your name; your reputation. Your
reputation is all that counts. It does not matter who thought stealing (in
this case) would be a good idea. It does not matter what it was you both
decided to steal. It wont matter that you have been punished, or that you
are sorry. All that will matter to people who meet you is that you did
steal (in this case) and you will never be trusted again. That made a big
impression on me. The Christian sense or morality came later, but if you
wish to interact with others what is it that they are being asked to relate
to!

Unfortunately amoungst the powerful in this the UK, us the people these
powerful fancy they are responsible for are not even considered in the
outrageous and selfish theiving and fraud they conduct. If these mega
parasites cannot consider us before they line their pockets or kill their
opponents then they must consider their reputations before they commit
these crimes against God if not against the corrupted laws construed by
overpaid maggots of society.

It does not matter whether you fancy yourself rich, important or even *perfect!
*If you commit any crime against anyone then this should be known by
everyone. This is everyone's last protection. People should not be judged
simply because they are different from the masses, but if they wish to
occupy positions of any power over others what they do or have done should
be known by all so we can defend ourselves from the deceit occuring again.

Do unto others as you would have done unto yourself.

Wendy Andrews
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This is the big one On-lookers. I have pasted my new epilogue with the conclusion to the chapters I have posted over the last year. I hope that this is the finale that you have been waiting for. Because of this posting of the two epilogues together this chapter is a little big ...Xern apologizes, if there are any repetitions I apologize. Have fun!


35 Epilogue

The haws along Sheepsdrift hill are born on the end of thorny branches. It is so with all promised fruit. The baron season returns. A confusion of life remains thankfully silent and still. Outside a purple heron above mere mortals’ gaze returns home. It glides above our sorrow and our glee. Across a clear scarlet sky the bird follows paths beyond us.

The Foreigner and Alpha discuss time, “Even the description ‘old’ is a subjective one. Xern is younger than I am and the same age as you. To the abuser that, was old.” Alpha winks at Jonny.

“I seem to remember that Arwel could only make progress when he undermined those that he considered had injured him. I am sure that ‘old’ was intended as an insult. I aspire to wisdom; something earned with age. Whoever he was he will never know wisdom now.” Jonny sighs.

The Foreigner and Delta have agreed to preserve the library books. Victim will utilize his experience of Miss Liszt’s library. Together with others at Home Farm they will repair and replace the damaged books. The University will fund this work in return for the use of the library. Victim will organize and oversee the lending and returning of books.

Yew can follow in his father’s footsteps organizing the supply of books for the library. These remaining pilgrims will combine the two libraries here at Home Farm. First they will chair the debate concerning the bibbles messages and the Plateau curriculum. 

“Do you intend to return with Xern?” Alpha asks Yew as he enters the room. “Victim is staying here,” he volunteers to the boy.

I intercede quickly, “Yew you are my friend, as your father was. Your cottage awaits your return, as does Trouble.” I notice Yew’s wandering eyes.

Angels fly solo and cry alone, On-looker.

The grey rain disappears. The pendulum clock above the mantelpiece stops. Everyone in the living room is frozen in time. The world is silent. There is only me. I walk to the window to confirm my existence. The sky lights up and then assumes night’s presence. The starry sky spins around us beyond the horizon. Feeling giddy I grasp the window sill. The ground violently shakes.

Sheet lightening spreads across the sky. The brilliant red sky flashes fluorescent yellow. To what I can only describe as the sound of Hell’s grinding an enormous white fork of lightening splits the silence and hits the old oak tree on the down. It turns black and when everything around it turns black the tree bursts into flame.

Are you still here On-lookers? My hands are dripping with black slime.

Time returns with the grey rain. Nothing appears to have changed.

The maxims and Victim left for the Mowdis earlier this morning with saws, shovels, paving slabs and a specially engineered a broad wheeled bi-axelled cart of discarded branches. Now we prepare to cross the Mowdis. Only Jonny knows what we are about to find.

We are all shocked when we get to the bank of the river. The stone steps chipped into the face of the Selfordan chasm have all crumbled. The oceanic tide now laps Megarian’s island each rotar. All the ebb has left behind is mud. Rho has platted branches across both the river bed mush and rotting fish to reach those left frightened and stranded.

Time stops.

The sky turns black. Thunder begins to rumble a loud base grate.

“Hallelujah Throb, for life at the start, now and forever after.” Yew squeaks to our Sacred Saviour. The Rector crosses himself.

Supreme white light instantly appears and blinds all. It beams at the static professors. Everyone is terrified. The silence is penetrated by a calm, powerful voice echoing through everything that has been halted. All things tremble as words of truth reach Life itself.

‘Our might is greater than your freedom. Our will surrounds you. You are arrogant and stupid. Such evil you dream of acquiring is misunderstood. Your regard is introspective. You are as pitiful as you are damned. You do not know who or what I am. Yet you would destroy Me. I continue omnipresent and eternal.’

Roles of lightening flare across the sky with claps of thunder. The crack across the Mowdis is hi-lighted with mass neon red light. The consumptive mud stretches as the ground drags further apart. The second chasm that reaches the pits of the earth grates violently. The soaring plasma that pierces the sky submerges. From the dark depths comes more brilliant white light. The air fills with a big chorus of harmonious voices singing of the glory of Jehovah.

‘I tell you; you will listen well.’ The almighty voice encompasses those of the chorus which quietens. The Throb radiates truth to us On-lookers.

‘I am your Creator, know Me well. We are neither positive nor negative. I am truth. I decide what is right and what is wrong. I know everything from history and beyond your futures. You will be judged.’

A violent role of thunder rumbles from one horizon across the sky to the next horizon. A clap of lightening strikes the split Chasm. The Chorus vanishes and time returns to empower life, which remains frozen with shock.

The Sacred voice vibrates, ‘Those with nothing have most and those with most have nothing. You arrogantly demand authority over those who warrant what you take. You disregard your own kind. We love you as any creator loves his creation. You anger us when you threaten to destroy My work. Not just yourselves, but everything I have given you. You have been told that is wrong.’

The Chasm starts to fill with sparkling blue and white lights,

‘The righteousness you gratify your evil existence with belongs to those you deny essentials. You define need as yours. Others need you dismiss as unnecessary want. I created all of you to fulfil your potentials. I answer all prayers from those who ask. I give all what they need. In answer to your own damnation I offer you My salvation. You are told.’

As the crevice beneath the Chasm fills with twinkling stars Victim is surrounded by warm blue light. Victim turns and smiles at Yew. This unnerves Yew more than it does Victim. Victim is drawn up into the sky. Yew is horrified as Victim lets go of his hands and reveals bloody scars through his palms.

‘I am neither male nor female. I am JEHOVAH, or YAHWEH, or ALLAH, or BRAHMA. We are one. I am Victim, Jesus, or Mohamed. They are not me I am them.’

Yew is upset. He has to steady himself as the ground moves abruptly towards the Selfordan cliff. Yew grabs the Foreigner who supports him with his arm. The twinkling blue lights rise into the sky with Victim. Yew is astonished as Victim vanishes behind the distant blue sky.

‘I am your very existence. You would never have drawn breath without My blessing. Those who choose to hear nothing will have never existed. You have driven Me to intervene. You have been warned do as you would be done by.’

There is a smaller clap of thunder and the sparkling lights in the chasm have all disappeared. The crevice in the bed of the dry Mowdis is joined and solid again. The river remains dry. The silence and stillness that remains is of our making. The Throb has departed.

“Angels?” Yew wonders aloud.

I shrug, “Who knows!”

“We are the almighty Throb of life,” rumbles away.

On-lookers, do you still remain? Two whiles later and shaken to my very existence I reproach the Professors. The University are trying to firm the river bed with Arctic hydrolytically set cement. The Mowdis mud consumes them as they try. They notice us from the other side of the dead Mowdis. A delegation struggles to cross the deep mud. Delta and Gamma throw bracken and branches on the ground before these impertinent minions. The struggling professors don’t appreciate the efforts spent on their behalf.

Eventually they reach us. I will do nothing for these arrogant secularists approaching unless I can be certain of one thing. 

“Where is Hollid?”

“Hollid left; absent for over a term. The university needs you at the Plateau Xern,” the University Professors plead.

“The University needs and wants you to take charge. They need organizing Xern,” Jonny’s eyes plead with me.

“You recognized no need when I was ‘voted’ out of the University. I was not present and never shown the argument let alone invited to answer any objection to my presence on the committee. Stop deluding yourselves; the inane behaviour of you idiots was criminal.” I stare these offensive lecturers in the eyes, “I will only return if your attitude alters and my changes are implemented immediately.”

“We agree to discuss any alterations that you propose,” the professors reply.

“If you do not agree to my terms I refuse to return. I will go somewhere where I will be appreciated; Sharbourn. We have formed a committee. Before you can start working on this estuary bed. Delta plans to coat the floor of mud with discarded branches with Rho’s help. We may need to damn the area in which case you need not only me, but the maxims help. We need a staggered and structural approach. A ‘please’ and a ‘sorry’ in your case is needed.”

Eventually the creation of new laws are agreed. Gamma will chair an all encompassing enquiry concerning the last sixteen revolutions of chaos up at the Plateau. Zeta and he will construct new laws with Serena and the Enforcers help. These laws will start with a do as you would be done by theme and appropriate punishments. The categorical imperative will be that life is sacred. If this conflicts with a punishment then the offensive item or persons will be impaired or removed. Whether young, old or sick, male or female you will be valued as a member of the community.

We aim to remove sustificuts of power. Persons will keep what they already have. To motivate persons to work acclaimed purpose and satisfaction will be their fundamental drives. Basic essentials will be given freely to anyone proving their existence and needs. To acquire those things desired skills or possessions will have to be exchanged. Film actresses and footballers work for their art or not at all.

I will offer access to the library for all persons. The Foreigner will take charge of those students arriving from Selford to board at Home Farm.

A revolution later the Mowdis flows well from the Quelibra Mountains out to sea. Life returns more slowly, but it does return. Megarian returns as the Ferryman refusing other work offered to him from either side of the Mowdis. The government later reinstated religion. Father Jon refuses a post as the professor of philosophy up at the Plateau. He returns as the vicar of Sheepsdrift. We never find Hollid or Scoundrel.

We cannot find Vanessa on our return either. Yew is consequently concerned. Her dismissal of him still causes him distress. Vanessa did not consider Yew, but now she has left him alone Yew could not stop thinking of her. Yew feels that he has lost any destiny he once owned. He cannot find paradigms to define any truth.

“My mother’s lack of respect was for me as well as for everyone else. Ignorance may well be bliss but I have no wish to be ignorant of myself. If I cannot identify myself with my mother how can I know who my father was? I am no longer proud to be no one’s lost son.” Yew presses his club into his chest as he remembers his father.

“Son,” Jonny reassures this young hero, “we all have understanding of life. It is simply that your understanding has changed; a sign of intelligence. Life continues regardless of changes.”

“Is that the end of the story?” Zeta had asked the committee in the kitchen at Home Farm.

Alpha chuckled back, “That is usually up to the On-lookers,” he calmly stated with certainty.

“On-lookers are spirits; ghosts who have lived before. What does it matter what they think when assessing the end of stories?” Zeta was confused.

“Some are some are not. All are observers; many are still very much alive. Those who are still alive may still be learning about real life. Some read books to consider the possibility of truth. If they consider the story has ended they close and put their books down.”

“…The story ends and they all lived happily ever after,” Gamma chuckled in harmony.

I sit at home On-lookers writing about my pictures that I recollect from the last five revolutions. On-lookers, life is as you would make it! Whose pictures form behind your eyes? Whose identities do you assume? What identity have you defined?

Our lives continue after a moment of travellers’ hesitation, regardless of others. We each continue certain and confident of our lives. Truth is the riddle and like life the only answers we will realize are those we create for ourselves. Will you ask those who do not exist for help On-looker?

Have you foretold this future On-looker and have you been here before? Perhaps your Thurch does not allow such occult activities? Did you go to a University that ridiculed fortune telling? As you hide your crystal ball was it your destiny or ours that you could see? Have you seen history repeat itself? Is this only nonsense echoing backwards through On-lookers spent pasts?

On-lookers, has this story ended and do you now close the book and put it down? This story is one of millions told and even more like Scoundrel’s forgotten. We each consider our story more significant than any other. It is so.

A few may dismiss the lives of others, none as significant as their own. Regardless the intelligent will take account of the other millions of significant lives fighting for their rite to survive. In the pit of your soul you will consider that you warrant more than anyone else. You do not.

On-looker ignorance is bliss and which of us can claim to be completely unaware of the others fighting for survival? Remember the riddle of life continues for all of us, who question and thirst continually to live with consideration and concern.

Any pain is pain and hinders any individual’s progress through life. Any achievement is insurmountable by any other regardless of their irrelevant status. The Throng enables us to survive life. You cannot legislate against that. It is up to each and everyone of us whether others have to survive us. That is truth.

On-lookers do you now hold pictures behind your eyes? Some On-lookers may not and none of the pictures we each hold will be the same. Formed and coloured each by our own unique experiences. Some read books to view pictures of others’ experiences. Persons’ lives are as complex as those we possess On-lookers.

“Nonsense?”

The greatest crime we can commit is to disregard others. We hope to be remembered when we are no longer measured by time. If you do not feature in others’ histories they will not recall you. The stories of tyrants and bullies are not bad examples. No one will remember such vacuous tales.

Time has been here before. Now wandering alone Time will return.

On-looker is this book what you leave behind as you move on?
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