Aaron Colbert

Aaron Colbert

Monday, 13 May 2019 22:00

Equality for all

5.10.19   5:00 AM

Recently, I attended a local chapter symposium for Women In Defense (WID). The event was entitled, “Real Women, Real Work, Real World.” It was well attended with women that own their own businesses in the defense and commercial industries, as well as those that hold prominent roles in academia, finance, and government.

Acknowledgement of the disparity in pay between women and men was discussed. The salary gap is closing, but there is still a ways to go.

I was pleased to see that there were men in attendance including myself. We all need to support this mission.

The continued need to have a stronger participation of girls in Science, Technology, Engineering and Mathematics (STEM) programs was stressed as well.

 

Several awards were given to outstanding well deserving high school seniors. Such an upbeat vibe!

 

In one of my past lives as an executive, I was first to promote a woman into the position of Program Manager of a very critical program. I am proud to say that she did outstanding, and that others followed her up the chain into management after that. I am ashamed to admit that some of my male executive peers questioned my decision.

I am a firm believer that everyone should be equally compensated for a job well done, and recognized for his or her potential, irrespective of gender, ethnicity, age, disability, sexual orientation, or faith.

It is our diversity that makes us better.  

Kudos to Women In Defense, check them out, they are doing great things!!!

 

7.26.20   10:10 AM

We must recognize and respect the Devine fact of “equal.”

We must accomplish what our forefathers failed to complete.

We must gracefully place the final pieces to the jigsaw puzzle of righteousness.

We must be Americans. 

 

Monday, 13 May 2019 20:58

The cool path

5.9.19   5:00 AM

The tragic shooting in Colorado once again affirms that segments of our society are having serious issues coping with life in a positive way. The thing that bothers me is, we all understand that life by its own nature is not easy, that it oft times demands much from us, in the form of kindness and understanding. Yet time and time again, evidence of the metastasized hatred that the founding fathers refused to face, and those that followed feared to stand in defiance of, continues to erode society.

 

I have often said that humanity would be better served if we looked at the Ten Commandments from a way to live life, rather than a way to assure a way into heaven. I firmly believe that we would live healthier, longer lives if we:

 

  1. You shall have no other gods before God.
  2. You shall not make idols.
  3. You shall not take the name of the LORD your God in vain.
  4. Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy.
  5. Honor your father and your mother.
  6. You shall not murder.
  7. You shall not commit adultery.
  8. You shall not steal.
  9. You shall not bear false witness against your neighbor.
  10. You shall not covet.

 

Iba”s character reveal speaks to the Colorado shooting tragic experience, and I often feel as she, when confronted by these senseless events.

My heart and prayers go out to all those that have lost loved ones, or suffered through such violence.

And if ten easy things are too hard, how about starting with one common one:

 

Aboriginal:

We are as much alive as we keep the earth alive.

-Chief Dan George

Islam:

Not one of you truly believes until you wish for others what you wish for yourself.

-The Prophet Muhammad, Hadith

Jainism:

One should treat all creatures in the world as one would like to be treated.

Bahal's Faith:

Lay not on any soul a load that you would not wish to be laid upon you, and desire not for anyone the things you would not desire for yourself.

-Baha'u'llah, Gleanings

Buddhism: 

Treat not others in ways that you yourself would find hurtful.

-The Buddha, Udana-Varga 5.18

Judaism:

What is hateful to you, do not do to your neighbor. this is the whole Torah; all the rest is commentary.

-Hillel, Talmud, Shabbath 31a

Sikhism:

I am a stranger to no one; and no one is a stranger to me. Indeed, I am a friend to all.

-Guru Granth Sahib, pg.1299

Christianity: 

In everything, do to others as you would have them do to you; for this is the law of the prophets.

-Jesus, Mathew 7:12

Confucianism:

One word which sums up the basis of all good conduct... loving kindness. Do not do to others what you do not want done to yourself. 

-Confucius, Analects 15.23

Taoism:

Regard your neighbor's gain as your own gain and your neighbor's loss as your own loss.

-Tai Shang Kan Ying Pien, 213-218

Zoroastrianism:

Do not do unto others whatever is injurious to yourself. 

-Shayast-na-Shayast 13.29

Hinduism

This is the sum of duty: do not do to others what would cause pain if done to you...

-Mahabharata 5:1517

Various belief text compiled by the Temple of Understanding.

 

Friday, 21 December 2018 23:15

Some thoughts

5.8.19   5:00 AM

I got up this morning at my usual time of 4 AM, yes, I'm a early riser, and excitedly thought.  Great!!! the Origins manuscript has been turned in, I can virtually hear the humming of the printing press... I'm so excited!! it is my sincerest hope that you find the first book of the tale as fun as I did writing it.

 

 7.16.19   5:00 AM

Hello avid readers and enlightened ones.

It’s been some time since I have had the time to add additional news to my website outside of the character reveals, and further explanation to my answers in the Q&A section. Origins, Testament of the One is available for your reading pleasure, and can be found on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Book Baby, and other major platforms.

Please know, that up until this point, I have been in blissful habitation in the worlds of the other four books of the series that I am simultaneously writing.

But every once and a while, even the most removed individuals must step from the shadows and isolation of creation, into the magnificent glow of social media. So, here I am, with a smirk of the deepest pleasure on my face as I’m typing this communiqué.

I’ve been relishing in the imaginative struggles of all of the characters as they move from book to book, the scares, joys, enlightenment, and tragedies, that the character’s meet on their way to conclusions is riveting. I must admit that I am blissfully swept away by their evolution.

Sadly, I don’t know how to do anything in half measure, I am compelled to move fully immersed in the quickness of life’s embrace; big and to the fullest, which gives some of those closest to me pause, and others energy that rivals my own.   What can I say I was made that way.

Well the second book Space, Testament of the One, beckons with its siren like essence, and so I must leave you for a time. I will however make a concerted effort to visit with you more often, and doing so, flow in the relationships we build.

May peace, enlightenment, power, and the will to do positive deeds of life be with you, always.

A.

 

2.6.20    6:30 PM

It occurred to me as I eagerly sat and watched the last democratic debate. That one of the centerpieces of discussion, and rightfully so… is healthcare. I noticed that the candidates smartly or otherwise spoke to their various solutions, and those solutions ranged from Medicare for all, to revisiting and revamping Obama Care.

 

What I found distressing is that all of the solutions appeared to be one dimensionally approached when one considers a “total health care solution,” and that was disturbing.

 

I found myself asking the television, where are the other equally important tenants of a TOTAL healthcare solution in this debate? My answer was simple they were not there… Instead the candidates were exclusively focused on the high cost of healthcare, and the pharmaceuticals companies, not that I’m complaining… So I began to think as an empowered candidate, and the following would be my position on healthcare.

 

  1. I must understand and invest in the Greatest American Resource = We The People.
  2. I would ask myself, who has ultimate responsibility for health care? I would say the government, but the government is not the single element that has a health responsibility to us, but rather a consortium, of responsible establishments or stakeholders; each holding it and others ethically responsible. The consortium consists of the following elements:
    1. Government, their function:
      1. Confirm, and monitor realistic price points with all sectors of industry
      2. Ensure criminals in various sectors, Government, Medical, Insurance, Farm Industry, Environmental Utilities, Pharmaceuticals, and Industry are prosecuted accurately.
    2. Industry (Various, see below under 3a)
      1. Comply with Government rules
      2. Given credits for green initiatives
      3. Given credits for healthy human initiatives
    3. Individuals
      1. Upkeep of Self
      2. Upkeep of Family
      3. Upkeep of owned items; home, car, boat, land, etc.
  1. I would define a total health team and approach, to tackle all aspects of health
    1. Define various major elements of health
      1. Food = Farmers
        1. Healthy soil condition
        2. Only healthy pesticides used
        3. Healthy transportation of products monitored
        4. Wild vs. farm raised animals reviewed
      2. Food Industry,
        1. Level of salts
        2. Levels of sugars and sweeteners
        3. Level of harmful preservatives
        4. Healthy food processing
      3.  Environment
        1. Transportation of food
        2. Home health conditions
        3. Trash disposal
        4. Air purification funding, start with those areas that contribute the most harmful pollution
        5. Water purification funding, start with those areas that contribute the most harmful pollution
      4. Life Style
        1. Exercise credits (for companies and individuals)
        2. Work reduced hours
        3. Play more, creative down time
      5. Insurance
        1. Able to cover all minimally with generous coverage (Amalgamation of Medicare, Medicaid, and Obama Care)
        2. Augmented options for those who want it
        3. Standardize medicine as well as cover Holistic approaches covered
        4. Cover essential operations
      6. Pharmaceuticals
        1. Cheapen cost
        2. Produce less harmful or addictive drugs
        3. Produce natural / holistic drugs
        4. Better drug pre-evaluation
      7. Medical
        1. Holistic approach augmented by traditional medicine
        2. Push preventive care as apposed to medicine when appropriate non chronic conditions
        3. Reduce manmade medicine foot print
        4. Operations used as last resort
        5. Legalize Marijuana
    2. Define the various sub elements
      1. Preventive care
      2. Current Medical Care
      3. Future care
  1. Define Total Health model and approach
    1. Plan based on one of incentives rather than convenience
      1. Farm Industry
      2. Infrastructure
      3. Insurance
      4. Pharmaceuticals
      5. Industry
      6. Medical

 

  1. Total healthcare requires active participation and cooperation from the Government, Farm Industry, Food Industry, Medical Industry, Business Industry, Pharmaceuticals, Insurance, and Individuals…

A.

 

7.26.29    10:06 AM

Let us boldly wear a mask to protect others.

Let us unselfishly social distance.

Let us love those that we will never know, by doing these two selfless acts.

Let us together fulfill the first word of our powerful country “United.”

A.

 

 

10.23.20   1:30 PM

When away from home, I am compelled to still myself and perpend the georgic nature of my abode; and when at home, my mind travels elsewhere, forever seeking. 

Seldom am I completely where I am. 

A.

 

Friday, 14 December 2018 20:18

Ai Khan

Ms. Alexis Evening’s heart, the premier anchorwoman of news station WAJI, had never beat so rapidly in her entire life. She fearfully observed the stunning, and scantily clad black woman that sat in an overstuffed ancient and other worldly chair across from her. This interview was unquestionably not the one to be passive; it would require skillful wit and the deepest of guile.

 

Ms. Evening had been chasing this interview with the mysterious and reportedly deadly Ai Khan for some thirty years. Prior to snagging this exclusive interview with Ms. Khan, her former supervisor Mr. Steve Euripides had been aggressively in pursuit of Ai Khan for over fifty years, without even a whisper from Ms. Khan’s people.

 

Alexis sat quietly across from the powerful female, refusing to make any unnecessary eye contact, as her crew continued setting up for the live interview. Staring across the room, Alexis was nervously content, as she fondly reminisced about Mr. Euripides’ final day with the network. His last day was a network spectacular event broadcasted around the world. After all, Mr. Euripides had been awarded every news prize that ever existed. So, Ms. Evening was thrilled and honored to know that she would be named his successor.

 

As her camera men worked through the final details of lighting and angles, Ms. Evening’s mind drifted back to yesterday when she was given the news that Ms. Khan had granted the interview. Alexis immediately called her old mentor and boss Mr. Euripides, and excitedly exclaimed.

 

“I got it!! I got that damned interview with Khan.”

 

At first, there was no sound at all that could be heard over the communications link. The deafening silence was broken by the all too familiar voice of Mr. Euripides; his deep baritone voice was not excited about her news, but was instead measured, and tinged with great concern.

 

“Dear Alexis, I wish you had not pursued this interview. It is beyond your skills, and you will gain the attention of those that are so powerful, that just their presence could render your life forfeit dear child.”

 

“Forfeit!! Ms. Khan’s friends may have vast amounts of material means, but they put on their pants just like everyone else, one leg at a time Steve.”

 

Alexis was annoyed that Steve was not happy for her. She felt that Steve was jealous of her accomplishment, and that he didn’t even congratulate her. In fact, he offered a rebuke. His response really disappointed her, after all the years she supported him without judgment during his fruitless pursuit of the mighty female.

 

“No, they don’t, they don’t put on their pants the same way. You can’t cancel the interview now, but be careful Alexis you must be extremely careful with this being.”

 

The communication link with her mentor was terminated without so much as a good luck or goodbye.

 

Why would Steve discontinue the conversation so abruptly? He would never do that. It was as if someone else had terminated the link before either of them was ready to say goodbye.

Those series of needling thoughts and uneasy feelings were just plain nonsense, Alexis thought as she stared at her communications device with mixed emotion.

 

Ms. Evening’s thoughts of yesterday’s strange and disappointing brief discussion with Steve was interrupted by Ai Khan’s voice. Ms. Khan started the interview without waiting for an introduction or opening question from Alexis.

 

How rude, Alexis thought.

 

“I have, over vast time killed just about everything, here and in places very far away... Beings that crawled, walked, swam, or flew. But I find that killing the things of my blood, the Intermediate and Younger Immortals the most satisfying. Destruction of every other thing is just an interlude to my truest passion and desire.” Ai Khan exhaled with a voice as liquid as venom.

 

“Are you Immortal? And are you the only one?” Ms. Evening rebutted, recovering quickly from the unconventional start of the live interview.

 

“Oh yes, stupid child, and most definitely not, dumbass. Ohhhhh, don’t you see? Your looks, not your feeble intelligence got your ass this position, and your gender, my brief audience. You do know heedless one, that this is the last good thing for you. This interview is your dead end child.”

 

“Is this how you speak to people all the time?” Ms. Evening inquired, inwardly shaken, but outwardly poised.

 

“Do you know of any other way to speak to lesser beings motherfucka?” Ai hissed as she leaned forward, providing Ms. Evening a chance to look into the deadliest eyes she had ever seen. Ai Khan’s pupils were the blackest Alexis could remember; they simply destroyed light. Ms. Khan’s mouth had perfect teeth, better suited for biting and killing than for speaking and smiling. Her gnashing teeth moved in a devouring motion with each word she spoke.

 

“That’s right bitch. I know you see me now, and normally you would be dead at this point, but you are too insignificant for my effort,” Ai Khan said as she momentarily looked at the red silk door to the right that suddenly moved as if someone who stood behind it had just taken his or her leave.

 

“Well, I’m done here chick, you are nothing but trash to me, but you know what they say bitch... one Immortal's trash is another one’s treasure.” Ai Khan’s laughter was rudely bombastic and she didn’t give a shit.

 

The camera crew stood around the room’s perimeter. They instinctually leaned away from Ai Khan, as if they wanted to bolt from a predator, but were simply incapable of performing the act of flight.

 

“I know he’ll like you, cunt. Cut those motherfuckin cameras off, I’m done here!!!” Ai Khan exclaimed.

 

Ai Khan smoothly rose to her feet in one fluid motion, Alexis noticed that Ai was already past her seat before she could even respond. Alexis also caught a particular smell from Ai Khan that was terribly repulsive yet hypnotic, causing Alexis to groan from a place totally instinctual.

 

The room’s lights shown brighter after Ai Kahn exited through the red curtain.

 

“What the hell just happened?” Alexis spoke in a quivering voice; her question met by dumbfounded blessed silence.

 

Footnote from the author. 

Image description of Ai Khan:

Ai Khan, an Elder Immortal, is seen here in her true form, she triumphantly sits in the palm of one of the leviathans she has destroyed in the past.  She is most delighted in the midst of destruction. 

Beware of this one. Read about her in my novel, Origins - Testament of the One

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Friday, 14 December 2018 14:46

Ramona Smith

“Our dwellings back then didn’t have any doors; they didn’t have any windows either. The shape of the structure and the strategic placement of the hanging of animal skins determined the level of privacy in each residence. Which, made sense then, and now, from an Immortal perspective, because no Immortal is bothered by weather. When humans came into existence by our hand some ten million years ago, we decided to live among them in a concealed fashion, changing our skin like chameleons with just a thought, pretending that we even had to think about weather. But enough about the weather, you want to know about me.”

“My name now is Ramona Smith, and I am Ai Khan’s best friend, although Synthia might not agree with me, she would argue that she is in fact Ai’s best friend. Synthia and I have an affable and symbiotic relationship that together Ai finds most invaluable. So, let me tell you how my precious friendship with Ai came to be.”

“It was about 3 million years before the first human showed up on the scene that I met my mentor and best friend Ai Khan. We liked each other instantly. I was sick of living life with so much reverence to a legendary Albino Immortal that I had never seen. Back then, all we ever discussed, the Young, the Intermediate, and the Elders Immortals, was the 'pure life' and getting back what we lost the day the Albino abandoned us. It was clear that after waiting so long with no sightings or signs of the Albino, that the story of our sacred desired redemption which corresponded with the return of that pale and supremely gifted Immortal was just a fairytale.”

“It was also painfully evident life had no more plans for the Immortals in any part of the universe that mattered. Life had expanded without the power of immortality. Our mating only yielded the curse of lesser things. So when humans came to us through our coupling, we began to stop mating altogether, so distressed by their weakness. The humans however, began to multiply like roaches under our protection, for by our intervention they had no predators in the universal kingdom.”

“I was lost to social interaction of any kind, when Ai introduced me to one of the Elders with the bluest eyes I had ever seen. Now, he is the known as the World President. Back then we Immortals knew him by a different name, that name was Tazun, which means judgment.”

“Anyway, after thousands of years, Tazun and Ai took me to a place where Tazun had gazed upon an Immortal to the point of that Immortal's stillness. The body of a female Immortal was buried under the bones of thousands of remains. What I found so fascinating about this disturbing discovery and locale, was how quickly the immense pile of remains decomposed. Typically, it took several thousands of years for bones to turn into ash and earth, but those remnants heaped upon the lone stilled Immortal seemed to decompose completely within a few years.”

“When I inquired about the cause of the rapid decomposition, Tazun looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes and said, 

“’The lone female Immortal struggles to rise and live. But, she cannot do so buried beneath so much death. So, she absorbs the bodies to make the pile smaller in an attempt to rise, not knowing the more bones she absorbs the more still she becomes.’” 

“Ai then told me that she and Tazun had lost their taste for human flesh and they could kill no more.  No humans or any creatures of this puny world. They needed an Immortal to take up this sacred responsibility, someone to continue the killing of humans to keep still that buried Immortal, and soon others like her.”

“Upon my first taste of human death I was hooked, although I could not stomach the physical death. For me the sublime end is the mental one. To utterly destroy the mind of humans was and is my passion. I usually wait until they are asleep and I steal into their bedchambers, it is then that their minds are snatched by me. Sometimes they wake during my feeding and struggle to gain consciousness, sometimes they do, but I return the next night to finish the job. Most times they do not survive my initial attack. I leave them comatose on the bed, couch, chair, or floor, for Synthia who finishes the deed by taking the soul. But that is her story to tell.”

“Once this is done, we have the body buried where an Immortal is stilled. I believe you call these unconsecrated sites cemeteries. The larger the cemetery the more powerful the Immortal buried there.”

“I love what I do, and I am religious to my purpose.”

“You know I cannot allow you to tell my secret.”

 

Footnote from the author.

Image description of Ramona:

Ramona is seen here entering into a posh residence of an unsuspecting sleeping victim.   Ramona, will mentally tear you apart, and ultimately dismantle your sanity.  

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Friday, 14 December 2018 14:45

Captain Theodore Caster

Starched and pressed

The rarest of heroes metals of honor visible to the eyes

And above them golden wings

Chiseled chin raised high, and a stiff upper lip pronounced

Nothing but charisma and confidence

Before my presence, my ego splits the air itself

Without hesitation or question, exclusive ramps and cockpits open only to me

Yes, sirs abound

I am the Captain

And time moves on

 

I am the master of motion

Thrust and G Forces are the world I was born of and meant to rule

Terra firma is just a place to lay my head as I dream of blissful escape

The thinner the metal of my craft, the happier I am

The higher I go, the more I don’t want to land

Brilliant blues surrounded by glorious white clouds

Nothing but sun above

And time moves on

 

Master of even faster machines

Joystick vibrating into sudden stillness

Losing my breath in excitement as I look at her curves that only a few see

The slight blues and whites beneath me now

Nothing but the celestial bodies above

And time moves on

 

Limitless velocity in limitless expanse

My breath again taken away, as I move through the power of the near vacuum of space

The silent roar of the engines

Surrounded by vivid darkness

The term higher replaced by farther

And time moves on

 

Leaping into infinite vastness with no safety net

Looking into eternity with eyes of a child

Feeling a slave to boundless freedom

Hoping there is a pit stop but praying for no end

And time moves on

 

Dark rivers that my eyes now see, and within them things that move faster than me

The desire to join the faster herds

Predators’ eyes upon me, but the rivers snatch me away

Drenched in timeless time, only to emerge in silken fashion

And when I look back to the origins of my bones, all I see is a larger star that I once called the sun

And time moves on

 

Darkness ahead and an unseen stop sign

Warnings to go back, but I am the master of momentum, forward I must go

My own kind anchors me, stuck in this circular place called a solar system

I can’t stay long

And time moves on

 

Into a smaller dark river with faster flow, down the falls I go

Acceleration beyond the light of my own propulsion units

Drunk with acceleration until another snatches the yoke from my delirious hand

I and my team without permission, cross the lines, run through the celestial stop signs, and crash through the universal

warning signs

Snapping, breaking, twisting, careening, ripping, screaming, and finally stopping

And time moves on

 

Eyes see us, but we are blind

Ears hear us, but we are deaf

Noses smell us, but we cannot smell

Hands grab us, but we can’t grab back

Voices speak to us, but we don’t understand the words

The darkness pulls us in

I croak, “Help us.”

Our souls huddle in a mass of fear...

Insignificant

And time moves on

 

 

Footnote from the author.

Description of Captain Ted Castor - Pilot, well renowned, living legend. 

Captain Ted Castor, a human, is the pilot of pilots.  From the time he was a little boy, raptors fascinated him, and it was a short jump into the land of aviation.  He is the best of the best, and has sacrificed the tradition of family, hearth, and home, for his career.    He left the boring combat flying scene with the most aerial kills ever recorded in pursuit of the esteemed career of test pilot.  It is said among the best pilots, "If Captain Ted Castor has not flown it, it's not worth flying."  Of late, Ted has found a love interest other then aviation; Miss Mita Trend, but now space calls.

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Friday, 14 December 2018 14:43

Mr. Adican "Bossman" Profit Stern

Bossman tolerates Barrett Blueblood because Barrett contributes to Bossman's slave base. Bossman hates second place and carries a sense of entitlement. He is pious and always right. He looks down on all. Beings exist to serve him. He is the consummate slaver.

 

                                                                                                            Anonymous...

 

Every one-thousandth year of his life after the dreadful day concerning the Albino, Bossman would find himself in a dreadful mood - a disposition that bit at his very soul like a Throck - an ancient, deadly and vile creature known to shatter the bones of its prey with a single bite. Many times, Bossman and the other Immortal Elders would hear the screams of dragons as they struggled in the relentless grip of these massive and cruel creatures that arose at night from beneath the earth to hunt dragons as they slept. The Throck hunted dragons by focusing in on a dragon’s resting heartbeat. Like the Throck, Bossman’s thoughts on occasion would angrily surge from some buried place, and resurrect the memory of the terrible deed perpetrated against the Albino; those thoughts like the Throck, hunted Bossman as he rested just like the unsuspecting dragon.

 

Frightful recollections of the Albino would shatter the bones of his soul as Bossman struggled to free himself from the maw of that horrific memory. That one event would linger with him for decades on end, forcing Bossman into dreadful isolation from the rest of the Immortals, until he could bury it in a spiritually shallow unmarked grave, providing temporary relief. The truth of it, Bossman's own essence tortured him to the point of complete isolation.

 

Add to the aforementioned spiritual ruin, Bossman never really got along with anyone that was older than he.  He felt that the older Immortals kept with purposeful malice and entitled intent, secrets from him.  There were twelve Immortal Elders including the Albino that preceded Bossman in age. After the Albino left the Immortals, Bossman verbally attacked the eleven Elders with great determination, creating terrible rancor, placing him at odds with the most powerful of beings in existence, with no hopes of reconciliation, for there was no trust of them on his part.

 

As eons passed and feuds with the Elders increased with intensity and duration, Bossman through his well placed complaints, established tenuous oppressive friendships with those younger than he, for he possessed knowledge they did not. Over time as the population of the Intermediate and Younger Immortals grew, Bossman found himself the most popular of the Elder Immortals. It was bound to happen because the other Elders, both senior and junior to Bossman, removed themselves from those not as strong or capable. Bossman instinctively gravitated to those younger than he, because he could easily rule over them.

 

After much time the Elder Immortals took note of the warped relationship that Bossman had established, especially with the Intermediate and Younger Immortals, but the Elders took little action against the behavior because Bossman seemed to finally be at peace with himself and with others. Until one day while in flight, a few Elder Immortal discovered an ancient message made of symbols the size of a galaxy, the gargantuan ruins were written in the extinct Immortal high tongue, and the shape of the galaxy spoke the command. This message greatly concerned the Elders because of its ominous warning.  The high tongue of the Immortals was forbidden and had not been used since the Albino left eons ago; to align the stars to create a message of that size would require immense power.

 

The Elder Immortals gathered to discuss the message and the symbols. They quickly named the cosmic edict the “Immortal Rule,” as the glyphs stated that no Immortal was to rule or demonstrate impudence against another Immortal, or great harm without mercy would swiftly come. This rule was quickly discussed; and mandated to be upheld by a majority vote of all Immortals alive at that time. The decision to adhere to the Immortal Rule devastated Bossman, for he could no longer lord his elder status and power over those that were younger, that was until after years without count, Dark Light, and Bright Fire, two Younger Immortals from Bossman’s own bloodline brought into the world five strange creatures with the physical appearance of the Albino. These creatures made the strangest sounds and clear liquid flowed from their eyes. Dark Light took his five children and presented them directly to the eleven Immortal Elders who determined them not to be Immortal. Dark Light, named his new treasured progeny “Humanus or Human,” and Bright Fire, their mother named them “Tears” because of the strange clear fluid that issued from their eyes as they made strange sounds.

 

Bossman kindly petitioned the eleven elders and declared that the Immortal Rule did not pertain to these creatures, as the creatures were deemed human. After his persuasive argument, the eleven Elders yielded to Bossman and his followers, after all, Tears were from Bossman's direct bloodline, and he would assuredly love and care for them. That day was the happiest day of Bossman’s life. Tragically, all but one of the Tears died before maturity.

 

Bossman then took special interest in the mating between all Younger Immortals. He petitioned tirelessly to all that would listen, that the Intermediates and especially the Elders stop mating altogether, and although his petition failed to pass consent by the Elders, the sexual attitudes of the Elders and the Intermediates decreased rapidly, because his petitions brought to light the  truthful shame of diminishment.

 

Bossman then encouraged the Younger Immortals to mate with great zeal, as they created a species that was completely different from any species and was a good omen; it had to be, as the Tears resembled the Albino in appearance.

 

The Younger Immortals embraced Bossman’s arguments, and within five thousand years the human population ten times outnumbered the entire Immortal population. As a bonus, the humans themselves possessed veracious sexual appetites as well, much to the delight of Bossman.

 

Bossman began to instruct the humans, not with words, but with his actions that lighter colored skin and straight hair was favored. He showed them that he thought his kind was ugly, stupid, wicked, weak, and not to be trusted.

 

And the humans believed him.

 

Thousands of years passed before Bossman could speak to any Elder Immortal with brotherly love, respect, and peace; war was no longer in his voice. He told them that he had formed a new religion amongst the humans, and they follow it as absolute law. The Immortals gave him great praise, for in their eyes all things should have a spiritual base; as love, inclusion, and peace, is right with the universe. When asked the name of this human religion, Bossman lovingly responded, “Slavery.”

 

 

Footnote from the author.

Description of Bossman - Utter bondage.

Bossman, an Elder Immortal (EI), is one of immense power, yet he harbors a terrible inconsolable distrust that cannot be filled for those created before him, and a cruel perception of all those that came into existence after him; especially that of his kind.  He has moved through life with such a vile hatred of himself, that it has spilled into his progeny and others as well.   He is known as the Master Slaver. 

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Friday, 14 December 2018 14:43

Congo Concurafane

“Congo... Congo, you are my favorite hunter, don’t get me wrong, Ziare is just as skilled as you are, maybe even more so. But you have the natural zeal that is necessary to perform this job, with all its cruel functions as nature intended. You are one bad motherfucker. You were born to search, to find, to torment, and to capture prey.” The well dressed sturdy black man spoke with pride, as he handed Congo the latest in hunting gear, known as the Mental Tracker or MT.

 

The MT gives the hunter a mental schematic of their prey. It quickly maps a chosen prey’s likes, dislikes, comforts, and fears; it then allows the predator to take advantage of that knowledge. The MT resembles a finely made 1960’s hippy skullcap constructed with colorful yarn; and like those ancient yarn caps, it had large openings throughout its entire hemisphere. Except, the material that this cap was made of was from a fish line like silver alien substance that changed colors to match the feelings of the hunter and the prey. Congo gently held the MT high in the air with a gloved hand admiring its fragile beauty.

 

Congo clumsily placed the thin stringy MT on his baldhead, as Bossman left the room in a rush, apparently he had things to do.

 

When the MT made contact with Congo’s bald scalp it immediately clamped down. Congo screamed in agony, as the MT grew more taut with each second. Blood began to stream down Congo’s face. In a panic, he began ripping at the MT with his gloved hands. Congo always wore leather gloves, all good hunters do.

 

“Bloody gloves!!!” Congo screamed as the MT continued to tighten, burying itself into his scalp.

 

“Bloody glooooves!!!” Congo howled as he stripped off the gloves, his head completely red with fresh crimson blood. He began to frantically try to dig beneath the cable skullcap with his fingers and he was successful in getting his left index finger under one of the thin strands of the MT. Suddenly the whole cap shuddered as if angered, and the freshly serrated tip of his left index finger bounced off his nose and dropped to the floor with a pronounced thud.

 

“Agh!!! Aghhh!!!” Congo screamed a gurgled shriek as his own blood entered his mouth and began to choke him.

 

Congo lurched forward in order to gain his breath as blood flowed out of his mouth and from the tip of his nose. So violently had Congo leaned forward that he lost his balance and went headlong onto the coffee table, the blackness of unconsciousness instantly swallowed him. In that blackness, Congo could still feel the tightness of the MT, and the wetness of his blood, snot, and saliva on the left side of his face. His unconsciousness took him deeper, and he remembered back to when his hunting life first began.

 

Strange, Congo thought, his mind stopped at his first hunt, and did not seek to find reminiscence before that time, in more peaceful epochs.

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There he was with Bossman and other folks of power; they all were dressed in traditional Egyptian clothing. Bossman gave the command for the hunt and Congo and other hunters took off like a shot after their prey. Congo could feel his heart beating slightly more rapidly than his resting heartbeat as he closed in on the two men, their prey, in front of him, the closest man a Hebrew and the other one slightly ahead, a dark-skinned man from some southern region of the continent.

 

Behind him, Congo who was called Inox, could hear the shouts of the other hunters. And even farther back, he heard the barely audible gleeful shouts of the Pharaoh, other Egyptian royalty, Bossman, and the accompanying Egyptian high priests. With the sun hot on his face, he slammed into the Hebrew, snapping the Hebrew’s body like a twig. The other trailing hunters cursed as the Hebrew slid from Inox’s shoulder and crumpled to the ground dead.

 

“Catch them Inox, catch them. Don’t kill them,” the Pharaoh yelled, as Bossman and the others laughed.

 

With the blood of the Hebrew hot on his face, Inox looked down at the weak human, now he knew what the other Immortals meant when they said the humans were puny. Why or how could anyone mate with such weak beings? Inox thought. The other hunters flashed past him as he stared at his limp prey.

 

“Go Inox, go!” the Pharaoh yelled, and Inox was off with blinding speed.

 

The other hunters were closing on the dark-skinned man, who ran with better agility than the dead Hebrew. Three hunters converged on the African at the same time, and the poor man was torn apart as each hunter held on to their piece of the man. Blood and accompanying laughter splattered everywhere.

 

“Come back now,” Bossman’s yelled with a booming baritone voice as he waived everyone back.

 

Inox liked the man’s face with the booming voice, as it was the cruelest face he had ever seen. The being’s long red hair glistened in the sun as he smoothly turned and started back to the royal company, with a smooth and powerful jog. By the time Inox and the other hunters caught up to this man, the ginger haired man had made it back to the royal group.

 

Bossman smiled at Inox, “I think I’ll call you Congo,” he said as he rubbed Inox’s raven colored hair.

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Congo woke with a start, he hadn’t felt such cold in a long time, the cold felt like the edge of the universe, and he knew a little about that, or at least he had heard stories.

 

“He is okay,” Construct said, as its sparkling deep-set eyes focused steadily beneath an ever-changing face, liquid with emotions. Congo jumped as he gained full consciousness only to be slammed hard against the table by it. Construct's touch sent Congo into an uncontrollable shiver.

 

“Are you sure he is an Immortal?” It asked, as it looked at Bossman.

 

“He is Immortal, Construct, he would not survive your touch if he wasn’t,” Bossman said, as he causally sipped his Scotch.

 

“I am done here.” Construct hissed as it moved to a wall and then through it as if a spirit.

 

The room struggled to warm itself, the sound of the furnace in the basement straining as it worked to overcome the bitter cold.

 

“Rest, Congo. It will be sometime before you are up again, I must warn you though, your appearance is somewhat changed.” Bossman said as he looked down at Congo.

 

 

Footnote from the author.

Image description of Congo- One of the Huntsmen:

Congo, a Young Immortal (YI), is  one of Bossman's greatest tools of acquisition of humans.  The world has long since progressed past the feeble nature of hunting animals.  Generally, mankind now focuses exclusively on itself, whether for benefit or destruction.  This tale of Congo gives you the first look at the cruel nature of the Huntsmen; as well as the one who they all answer to, the consummate purveyor of flesh, Bossman.  You also get a glimpse of the diabolical yet benevolent androgynous thing called Construct. 

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Friday, 14 December 2018 14:42

Baransu

“Breathe Baransu, breathe,” His father said as they sat together in a state of calm meditation. 

He is always concerned about my breathing, Baransu thought.

Baransu knew his father was right, but it made Baransu sick and tired of always hearing the same thing, Breathe, Baransu, breathe.

Through controlled and disciplined breaths, Baransu thought about his solitary life at the Temple. By the time he came into existence, the terrible deed against the Albino perpetrated by the Elder Immortals had been committed millions of years ago, back then the earth was freshly made with more molten rock than solidified ones.

Back then Elder Immortals still mated frequently, and with great sexual intensity, hence the arrival of Baransu and his kind, the Intermediate Immortals. Baransu could still hear the intense sounds of pleasure the Elder Immortals often made during their long and sensual moments of copulation. The intense smells, and the erotic sights of such magnificent bodies coupling, still made him uncontrollably pulse with deep desire millions of years after the acts themselves had long since ceased.

“Breathe Baransu, breathe,” Baransu’s father’s voice interrupting the intense sexual sensation Baransu was experiencing.

What it must have been like to make love with an Elder Immortal, Baransu thought.

The written law was that no Immortal of a different tier was allowed to mate with another tier for fear that the younger tier would not survive the ordeal of such pleasure. And no one, absolutely no one, was allowed to mate with the legendary Albino, in imagined fantasies or for real. The briefest thought of that possibility made the Elder Immortal females faint; they would lie for hours unconsciously climaxing over and over again, with moans of primal ecstasy.

“Breathe, Baransu, breathe, for without proper breath, there can be no life,” his father calmly repeated.

“Son, I believe it is time for you to make a visit to the Intermediates pleasure hall, soon I think,” his father spoke with a smile in his voice. Baransu loved the patience of his father.

Baransu’s days were always filled from 4:00 a.m. to 1:00 a.m. the next day, with one martial arts activity or another, through all those activities the only thing his father said was, “Breathe, Baransu, breathe.”

The days of Baransu’s life quickly turned to months, and those months to years and those years to thousands of years and those into millions; with nothing to show but more and more skillful teachings.

Physical training, “breathe, Baransu, breathe.”

Mental conditioning, “breathe, Baransu, breathe.”

Spiritual development, “breathe, Baransu, breathe.”

Throughout all of the millions of years of unutilized self-improvement, Baransu promised himself that he would be the one to find the one with Albinism, the one his father called Shili. His father came to check up on him long after his brothers Amare and Osus Sum had left to fulfill their exciting destiny with Construct, and Baransu was in a depression of sorts.

“Baransu, how goes your breathing, do you have true mastery of it?” His father asked.

“Yes father, as I have demonstrated to you for thousands of years, while engaged in the most severe physical, mental, and spiritual activities,” Baransu replied.

“Hmm, but this is here child. Come, I will show you the importance of breath to an Immortal. Your brothers had to learn to breathe differently; Osus Sum through perpetual anger; Amare in the grip of constant love; you, through the range of all emotions, for you are Baransu, meaning the balance. I fear that you will be tested on all sides my son.” His father said with a gentle smile.

The two of them descended into a part of the Temple that was forbidden to all but the most disciplined of Immortals. The level of endlessness.

“Sit.” His father said. And they both sat.

“Hold your breath and do not let it go until I say.” His father spoke.

Baransu took a deep breath filling his lungs completely; he closed his eyes instinctually, as he thought he heard the sound of running water. Suddenly the ground shifted violently, for what seemed a second only. Baransu felt as light as a feather and when he opened his eyes he was looking at the earth from the surface of the moon. His father began to slowly speak.

“Son, breath is vital to all life, and it is with this single breath that I speak to you now.”

His father rose effortlessly to his feet, and as he did the ice that encased his body broke and floated away.

“Rise Baransu.”

As Baransu attempted to lift himself, the space ice held him firmly. He was straining to break free and having difficulty holding his breath. His father gently and with one swift motion shattered the space ice that held Baransu. The temperature was beyond cold and he was shivering as new ice began to exert itself on his body.

“Son, it is with this single breath that we can move about through space. I can commune here for five years with one breath, some Elders even longer.”

Baransu’s lungs began to burn, he needed to breathe.

His father turned his back to Baransu and took several leisurely steps away.

“This is as far into space as we Immortals may travel without consequence. Our puny progeny cannot even make this trip without great risk to their life.” His father continued.

Baransu was losing consciousness; his father continued calmly speaking as he watched his son.

“There is the One that can actually breathe in space and in harsher environments still,” his father said.

“Without breath there is no life,” his father continued.

In a last futile attempt, Baransu rose to his feet stumbling with frightened drunkenness and croaked one word in his exhale.

“Father.”

Baransu awakened in his bed in the Temple, his lungs hurt from the slightest breath. His father, mother, and his best friend Tui were at his bedside. Tui held a warm cup of herbal tea to his lips and Baransu took a sip followed by a fit of violent coughing. His father calmly left the room and his mother sat close to him.

Gently she took his calloused hand, a hand of an accomplished master and she softly spoke to him.

“Without breath or breadth, there is no life my son, your father thought that you may hear this better if it came from me,” she kissed his cheek and left.

It was one year later when Baransu finally rose from his bed without aid.

Tui found him in the garden of cherry blossoms, deep in his meditation, practicing to breathe...

 

 

Footnote from the author.

Description of Baransu - The Balance:

Baransu, an Intermediate Immortal (II), is the balance.  It is said that when he came to be, night and day where of equal parts for one of earth's years. Hence, his unique power of balance, but sometimes balance can be dangerous as well.  This quick tale, gives you a peek into the development of Baransu in the simple act of breath.  You are also introduced to Baransu's gifted parents; yet to be fully revealed, and you are ushered into a glimpse of Shili's abilities.  

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Friday, 14 December 2018 14:40

Iba

For millions of years Iba immersed herself in education. Every word, sound, or action, had a diktat, from the teachings of life by her mysterious and often volatile siblings, the Elder Immortals, to the algorithms provided by the elaborate Artificial Intelligence (AI) machines. Iba loved to learn new subjects, or rediscover old forgotten ones.  Now she had an opportunity to speak with the MA Kind, the latest and most advanced beings. Iba just couldn’t wait to meet them. Her professor had told her last week that she had been selected to speak to one of the New Nine members, the first MA Kind ever created.

“One of the New Nine!” She excitedly exclaimed, as Iba shifted excitedly from one foot to the other.

It was the overall thoughts of how much of a blessing education had been to Iba that gave her an extra pep in her step as she negotiated the fragrant floral campus of Lady Margaret Hall of Oxford. As she moved along within the stream of the world’s future mental champions, Iba’s mind drifted to the past.

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Iba happily recalled the teachings of the earliest tribes of the Neanderthal and those important lessons of Cro-Magnon men that would follow. How she had migrated north from the region now known as Ethiopia Prime, along the banks of the great and ancient river Ni, a river that no longer exists due to the violent discussion between tectonic plates of the continents and the immense bodies of earth’s waters. Iba remembered that when she walked along banks of the river Ni, you could not see the river’s other side. She remembered that the Ni’s water had nourished many types of dinosaurs before man’s appearance, and much later the earliest of mammals, reptiles and birds dwelled by the fecund waters. It was hard to leave that place, but she did, as there were more lessons to learn, and suspicions about her unchanged form began to attract attention.

Iba later settled with a tribe in another lush and fertile land which later became Saudi Arabia, and there, centuries later her schooling changed yet again, because of Islam. It never bothered Iba whether she studied with male or female or a mix of male and female, just as long as she studied.

Her pursuit of education eventually took her from Saudi Arabia and brought her to early Saxony England in 999 AD and after some 1200 years she found herself at Lady Margaret Hall of Oxford. She loved this campus, and happily dwelled there; her head stuck in computers or on rare occasions, and with bliss, stuck in some book or ancient manuscript she had not seen in thousands of years.

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Today as Iba neared the hall where she would be teaching as an associate professor, she heard the unmistakable sound of laser and gunfire. The onslaught of lead bullets of various calibers, and deadly laser emissions of different colored light was followed by the macabre screams of adults in a chorus of all ages and genders. The discordant sound pulled Iba’s mind to the present, as students, professors and administrators surged in random directions of panic with only one thought in mind, to find safe shelter or escape.

Through the panicked crowd Iba saw Nichole Ashmond, a five-time winner of the Mountain Survival Competition, a three-month ordeal of survival in the harshest places on earth. Nichole was also rumored to be an active white supremacist, although that was just talk.

Unlike everyone else, Nichole’s strides were deliberate and not panicked as she made her way to the gymnasium electrical shelter; in her hand she gripped some type of remote control. Once inside she peered with a leering face out the single window in the door at the scattering crowd. Up in the sky a hacked security HD moved with malice, dispensing deadly rounds of bullets and laser fire into the dense crowd.

Iba sprinted to the shelter door, her Immortal legs carrying her swiftly. Nichole immediately saw Iba approaching quickly wearing a Muslim dress.  Iba nimbly hurdled the fallen and the dead. Nichole mouthed a muffled command and the HD focused its laser fire at Iba while the ballistic onslaught continued spraying into the panicked crowd, large caliber bullets neatly vaporized limbs or cut people into large pieces.

Iba did not duck as a laser blast connected with her arm. She did not scream nor did she curse; she was nowhere near mortally injured as she began to heal instantaneously.

“You’ll have to do more than that little one.“ Iba screamed as she slammed through the door.

Why did I even bother running to you? Iba thought as she looked at Nichole’s face of rage.

“You can’t stop me, you sand nigger. You’ll never stop me. A lot of nigger lovers are going to die today and it’s your fault.”

‘Yes I will! You big bitch!” Iba screamed and for that instant she was angry, truly angry.

Rage left Iba’s body like a shot, and when it got to Nichole it removed her mouth so that there could be no more profanities or screaming.  The rage continued to feed on Nichole taking massive bites out of the physically fit woman. Upon the eighth bite Nichole was all but gone.

“Now finish your meal and go.” Iba said to her rage, her hands spread upward to a darkening sky, and in a flash her rage moved past her exploding though the shelter door to the outside.

People continued to scream as they saw the door of the shelter consumed by something vile and angry. Those that were nearest abandoned their hiding places, deciding that the HD’s bullets and lasers were a better fate then the thing that emerged from the shelter.

The HD hardly got two more shots off before Iba’s rage was upon it. The hacked security HD writhed in mechanized distress as it too was consumed, its once deadly lasers and bullets dissolving into nothingness.

Over the cries of the wounded, and the approach of first responder’s sirens, brave people rose to their feet and looked at Iba.

Iba’s communicator chimed, and a southern voice calmly spoke, “Girl, it’s time to come home now.”

“Yes, sister but for the record, that bitch had it coming.” Iba said.

 

Footnote from the author.

Description of Iba - The Seeker of Knowledge:

Iba, an Elder Immortal (EI), is a true academician and seeker of knowledge. She is one of the most curious of the Elder Immortals, thereby giving her a more human-like essence.  However, as the reader can easily see, Iba is endowed like all Elder Immortals with immense power, and when coupled with undisciplined passion can yield truly terrifying results.  Even after years beyond count the Elders Immortals can be moved to great passion.   

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