Try to figure this out.  In the beginning was a little tiny atom.  This atom was on the eve of creation.  Atom and Eve.  Atom exploded and there it all happens.  Then atom and whatever was left after the explosion evolved into something.  Eventually man came about after a really long while.  Man then had to keep track of things so he invented time.  Before there was really no need for time but man needed to punch a clock.  Now a bunch of men and women started sharing a big round thing with a bunch of plants and animals.  The atoms were there with billions of tiny bacterial and microscopic teeny tiny things man could not see.  Now what?

Crawling out of men and women’s brains came thoughts, theories, that were formed out of their imaginations.  The now humans.  Decided the real stuff was decided because a majority of humans got together and believed in what the largest group of humans believed.  That only lasted until some humans convinced other humans that they were “educated” and they “studied” so they were the only ones who could decide what was theory and then turned their theories into reality.  Which was ok with the majority of humans who were just trying to survive looking for food and shelter. Another time consuming thing humans were also doing was entering each others pleasure holes to make other humans.  Men doing most of the entering with their strange hard muscles under their bellies.

That’s it!

I hear the silence of the living. It hisses. Listen. We all know this truth. There is no such thing as true silence. This is no revelation nor profound statement on hearing nothing. There is always something. A bird will quake the forest silence. Rivers will gurgle and spit at mountains whispering winds. To add to the comedy rocks will crash their heads and split pieces of giggling shards.

There is no silence.

Silence displayed in death? Screams of the damn shall eternally covet.

Most of us got it wrong. Men and Women do not try to cheat death. That is impossible and a fact written in stone that is harder to remove than the Ten Commandments. Every attempt to cheat life is historically proven thru the entire existence of time. Usually the attempt starts with little lies and explodes into a nuclear blast of reason that lasts a lifetime.

What happens is that life is attempted to be controlled. Revolution has bent life to a certain purpose. It happened in America, France and Russia to name a few familiar attempts to whip life into Constitutions. The result is that the main leader of people are the ones who benefit the most. The thinkers or shakers of such Revolutions swim into power bleeding masses of people endlessly for the genius of freedom. There are less graves for Generals than soldiers.

Improving life and changes during a lifetime are not always what one may believe as good or evil. It is something that is built into the living because cheating life is exceedingly easier than cheating death. Bending, controlling, reshaping, changing, improving life is a normal pathway with plenty of road signs placed along the way. The rubble of past civilizations found along the way is abundant proof. There are more bones hidden below the dirt then imagination can muster.

The meaning of all this? Means nothing at all. Again and again time will devour all eventually. Written history will change, be forgotten or simply erased to fit whatever mold is needed at the time. Victory changes with each stroke of the pen not with lost lives on the battlefield. So then do lies seep into rivers and oceans of the living history. Which is not all bad. Not all good. Not anything at all after death. What remains is the wind.

I really do not know if you care or not that I am back with a story.

Just a reminder to you.  If you do not see any updates for awhile I am usually with the Aliens doing research on this book.  Sometimes they are experimenting on me and it is tough to write with those probes in me.  The placing of those probes are very distracting to say the least or most.

There is a story going around that if you step inside a crop circle you will come out with plans on how to build a spaceship.  It happens once or twice by mistake.  Aliens are not prone to give out plans on how to make a space ship.  It happens when a visitor to the crop circle accidently finds a stalk in the crop circle that has dropped plans for the spaceship inside.  This is very rare so please if you do visit a crop circle do not ravage or destroy them looking for these plans.  Your chances of finding one is like trying to find a needle on the bottom of the ocean floor in the vicinity of what was once Atlantes.  Sometimes spelled Atlantis.  So you see first you have to locate the place find the correct spelling of the sunken civilization then find the needle.  Then there is the question of what kind of needle and what size is the needle.  What was that needle used for and what is it made up of.  Is it a wooden needle or a metal needle or a needle made from Alien space material.  Is the needle engraved or not.  Does the needle have a circular hole or a oblong hole or no hole at all.  Does the needle have a point or something else.  Is it a needle at all or does it just kind of looks like a needle.  Is it an industrial needle or a general alien needle any alien can use.  Hopefully you will get my drift on how difficult these so called space ship building directions are to find.  Then the language of the plans are written in alien language.  So if you should happen to hear about a person going to a crop circle and finding plans to build a space ship.  Beware.  

Sorry probing time again so I have to go.  Don’t worry probing is not all bad it just depends on which alien is doing the probing and how experienced they are at it.  

I think my cat is into some kind of bondage thing. I adopted her when she was on Animal Shelter Death Row. She had 2 days left on the Cat Death Row when I brought her home. She is a old fat cat that wobbles when she walks. She is a marble color black and brown with very soft fur that my Grandpeople like to pet. Her name is Marquita Waddles.

Usually I call her Kitty. My Aunt was called Kitty and for some reason the cat reminds me of her a little. Anyway sometimes when I pet her she bits me. Sometimes a little nip other times a good, got a little blood there, bite. The strange thing she only does it to me. Don’t get me wrong she likes to be petted. She will actually get into my face and give me the, “pet me meow.” She gets on the arm of the couch and puts her nose as close to my face as she can get. Then the complaining to be petted starts. So I pet her. This is good for a few minutes then she begins her nip and biting thing. I just remembered, as I was writing this, she usually wants the petting thing after she plays with her mice on a string.

I tied two small pet store catnip filled stuffed mice on an elastic string. Then I tied it to hang from my hospital like tray I use when snacking and watching TV. This worked until I helped her play with it. Now she will only play with the darn string mice thing if I dangle it near her, She sits under the mice thing and makes a weird cat like crying noise until I begin to dangle it. I guess you can say I am like her human she dominates. I had a red furry thing with googling eyes she played with before this. She managed to rip that off the string and now carries the plastic part in her mouth with the string dragging behind. Maybe she thinks it is her whip. It is strange but it is plastic and she really is into biting plastic. She bites and chews my plastic garbage bags, candy wrappers, bubble wrap, plastic lamp shades, or anything that is remotely like plastic.

Thank you for reading this. If you know of any reason she is like this please let me know. She does not get along with other animals. She once nearly went thru my screen door trying to get a bird or some stray cat that comes around. She is declawed, was declawed when I adopted her, and is smart enough not to go outside. She did not go thru the screen door because she more or less waddle runs and can’t get up a lot of speed.

Immediately after the baby was born. The first reaction to life was a smile then what seemed to be giggling. The doctors and nurses were startled and confused at first. Then when they realized what was happening they too began to smile then eventually laughed themselves. Thus proving laughter, and do I dare say, happiness is contagious.

The birth of children laughing is a rare occurrence. Yet. Surprisingly it does happen. God him or her self was smiling and laughing while creating. It was not until later that most babies were born crying due to the shock of life itself. That in itself did not stop some entering the world smiling and giggling.

Now what person in their right mind would be born in this happy manner? Maybe. They truly are the only ones born in their right minds. Who are these people? It is impossible to named them all or to when exactly this occurrence began. Jesus was one due to hearing the donkey immediately after his birth. In this lifetime some born were Will Rogers, never met a man or woman he did not like, he was later quoted as saying. Red Skelton, a comedian that always closed his act saying, God bless. Queen Elizabeth smiled and giggled only once. Immediately she gained her composure went regal and fundamentally cooed. Carol Burnett, a female comedy icon, when the doctor brushed her ear during birth, was another. I am sure there are many more that we will just never know about. Myself being one. To this day I have an urgent need to smile and wave at everyone I meet.

Well. What does all of this mean? I, to be honest, am not sure. It just occasionally happens. Why should it not? The task of living is not easy. There are innumerable challenges, pitfalls, disappointments, and troubles that sting living souls through out our short life spans. Surely then, why should it not be that most are born crying and afraid. Welcoming being born, what makes us we rarely question or acknowledge this phenomena?

The ho hum theory is that only Saints not sinners would be born laughing, smiling or giggling. This is very far from the truth. Anyone can be born in any way that it just happens. It is that strange millisecond of birth that causes this joy, or fear, that will be life.

What is the scientific proof? Absolutely none. Scientists are born to be pretty serious. They would just shrug off this notion of babies giggling and smiling upon experiencing the trauma of birth. The only other thing I can think of is that some inventors came along and invented happy things like ice cream that brought joy to the realm of the living. So you see it is all not perfect sense or a solid argument. It is just an argument not making sense at all. That, my friend, is exactly what it is suppose to be. Not an argument at all. Just a happy smiling giggling thought that some did enter life laughing.

Twas the biggest most important speech in the history of the planet. Everyone, I mean everyone attended. All ages, all sexes, all of everyone. It was shown on all the social media platforms, all computers, all cell phones, and anything technological. It was on the TV in all bars, restaurants, medical waiting rooms, classrooms, news media and any place it could be shown and heard. The main problem it was heard by humans. Not just any humans but human beings.

Within minutes of the speech starting bathrooms around the world started to become overcrowded. Mostly old people and those with medical problems associated with trips to the loo. There were monitors in these defecation and urine release areas. Mostly they were peed and pooped on.

Other young people in classrooms just fell asleep and nodded off. While other couples decided coitus was more fun than babbling words of importance.

Then there were the extreme listeners that just plugged their ears with music and tried to lip read. Some read books or texts while attempting to look interested in this world event that would or could change everything.

There may be said that there also is an art to daydreaming. That art does not include listening to anything or anyone around the dreamer. There was no lack of imagination. Just no imagination to the words spoken at all. Not all words were missed. Some words rose into human beings minds that interested them while they echoed and then fell over the cliffs of silence never to be heard again.

To say that no one listened would be a fake false statement. Retaining what was listened to, that only lasted for maybe a few seconds or minutes an hour would have been almost unreasonable.

The whole speech of course was recorded and printed. Here it is in it’s entirety. Just go to http://www.sp……………hey what happened?

Try to figure this out.  In the beginning was a little tiny atom.  This atom was on the eve of creation.  Atom and Eve.  Atom exploded and there it all happens.  Then atom and whatever was left after the explosion evolved into something.  Eventually man came about after a really long while.  Man then had to keep track of things so he invented time.  Before there was really no need for time but man needed to punch a clock.  Now a bunch of men and women started sharing a big round thing with a bunch of plants and animals.  The atoms were there with billions of tiny bacterial and microscopic teeny tiny things man could not see.  Now what?

Crawling out of men and women’s brains came thoughts, theories, that were formed out of their imaginations.  The now humans.  Decided the real stuff was decided because a majority of humans got together and believed in what the largest group of humans believed.  That only lasted until some humans convinced other humans that they were “educated” and they “studied” so they were the only ones who could decide what was theory and then turned their theories into reality.  Which was ok with the majority of humans who were just trying to survive looking for food and shelter. Another time consuming thing humans were also doing was entering each others pleasure holes to make other humans.  Men doing most of the entering with their strange hard muscles under their bellies.

That’s it!

Margareta Waddles

This is the story of my cat Margareta Waddles.  Margareta Waddles was adopted by me while she lived in an Animal Shelter.  She is a very old cat and was going to be put to sleep if she was not adopted very soon.  She is black with what appears to be brownish type strips.  She has green eyes and has no claws.  She also is very fat and her body looks like a very large oval.    

Margareta Waddles likes children to pet her.  Margareta has a favorite fish toy she bats around that is tied to a string.  Margareta Waddles also likes to stare into space after playing with the fish.

Margareta will wake up around noon and cry until she is fed.  She likes gravy without the food in it and Temptation treats.  This is just about all she eats and only eats a little at a time.  Her water has to be room temperature; not too warm not too cold. 

After eating Margareta goes to sleep on her favorite pillow on the sofa.  If anyone else sits on the sofa she gets annoyed and will try to nudge them off the sofa.  Margareta Waddles will then sleep until 11 PM.   Margareta cries until her food and water dish is cleaned and refilled.  Then Margareta will go back to sleep until it is time to wake up again around noon.   

That is just about it.  After all Margareta Waddles is a cat and that is what old cats usually do.

The Little Rock

Once in a moment of life a little girl found a rock.  The rock was very oval and very smooth.  It was the prettiest rock the little girl had ever seen.  The little girl new she had to do something very special with this rock she had found.  She took the rock home and thought and thought about that rock.  What could she possibly do?   One day, in school, the Teacher informed the students that a special day was coming up.  It was Grandparent day!  The Teacher said that the little children students could make something special and give it to their Grandparents.  This would happen on the next day in art class so the little budding artists would have time to think about what they wanted to create for their Grandparents.  The little girl immediately thought about her special smooth oval rock she found.

On Grandparents Day the little girl went to her Grandparents house and gave them a present that was wrapped in yellow crinkly paper with a big pink bow tied all around to keep the present safe and secret. The Grandparents were so happy to open the present and found a very special present.  It was a very smooth oval rock painted green like the color of grass.  All around the rock was painted all kinds of flowers.  The little girl said the flowers were Heather Flowers because her Grandparents had once lived in Scotland and told the little girl all about the Heather that grew in Scotland.  The little girl also drew some daisies, bluebells and other special flowers the little girl invented. 

There was a garden that the Grandparents had diligently worked on but could never could get the Heather flowers to grow.  The little girl told them that now they would have Heather flowers in their garden forever.  Everyone was so happy and pleased and the little smooth oval green grass painted rock, with Heather flowers and daisies and bluebells and other special flower, now sat in a special place in the Grandparents garden.

Years went by and the little girl grew up very fast.  Time made her Grandparents older and older and older as time usually does.  The little girl grew up to be a lovely woman and married a handsome man and had beautiful children.  They were very sad as time went by and the Grandparents decided to move on to heaven because they could grow all the Heather flowers they wanted up there.  The little girl, now a caring and understanding person, was sad but understood how time aged all the Grandparents in the world.  She was especially happy because her Grandparents went to Heaven on the same day.

 One special day there was an announcement that a new baby was going to be a part of this, now Mothers, family.  The whole family was excited and could hardly wait.  Eventually the doctor peeked into the Mother’s belly and found a little oval baby girl.

Time went by and everything was good.  The little oval baby grew and grew and made her Mothers belly so big that sometimes the mothers back would hurt.  The mother also ate a lot of silly food that her husband and her other children would bring her to keep her happy.

A few weeks before the little oval girl baby was to be born something very odd happened.  The little oval baby girl stopped moving in her mother’s belly and became still like a little rock.  The mother and family waited anxiously and finally the little oval baby girl came into the world.  Unfortunately the little oval baby girl would not wake up and continued to sleep like a little rock which could never ever be woken up.

The family had a little bed made that the little oval baby girl would be able to sleep in forever.  The earth would be placed over the bed in order to keep the little oval baby girl safe and warm.  There was a little cross with the name “Little Oval Baby Angel” placed by where the special sleeping place was.  It rained quite a bit that day.  The sun was out sending comforting warm rays to hug family that had rain ridden faces for the little oval girl.  Later on a very cold and sad season of Winter, crawled all over the land like it usually does. 

Spring did come around and as it brought new life to the land and this stirred the longing of the family, of the little oval girl, to go and visit her.  They decided to bring love and flowers to keep the little girl company as she slept and could never wake up. 

Once again the Sun made sure there were warm rays to help them on their visit.  All went well and even though sadness crept around touching each of the little oval girl Angel’s family.  Love overcame most of the sadness and after awhile they began to leave their sister to sleep forever.  Then there was a very loud THUMP that startled each and every one of them.  What was it?

There in the middle of the flowers, they planted, was a smooth green oval rock painted like green grass.  There were Heather flowers and daisies and bluebells and other special flowers painted on this special rock.   Where did that come from?  Finally the once little girl that painted this special rock whispered. Thank you Grandma and Grand pa we still love and miss you too.  Keep our little angel safe until we can come and finally wake her up and play in the Heather and daisy and bluebells and special flowers that you grow in heaven. 

There was always a little bit of sadness that never left this family.  There were also an Angel, Heather, daisies, bluebells and other special flowers too.