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Stoned Ape Short Story

Time had dawned on the World, but its rays had not yet pierced the skull of thinking creatures. It was still dark where thought would one-day shine bright to blind and to enlighten. Blissfully the creatures slept in ignorance.

This bliss was not to last.

Like innumerable other planets around innumerable stars this World had bred fertile minds. For thought to bloom however there would be need for light, and the egg of animal consciousness would have to crack to let it in.

A catalyst was required.

Divinely charged emissaries streaked into the atmospheric palace, emerging from the starry filament. They burned, consumed with the intensity of their message. Some eyes followed these celestial dignitaries, but their gazes were devoid of understanding. The message was not for them.

So it went that these patient visitors, with a brief parading flash through the skies, ended their eon long journeys in pocked craters on the surface of the Earth. Under the dome of heaven in the bosom of the virgin Gaia, in fields, in forests, in oceans, the meteors glowed red hot. None were there to receive the messages, not yet. But they would come, and they would know. It could not not be so; it had all been planned.

Will of the Universe be done.

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The Spectrum of Consciousness

colour spectrum

 

This is the spectrum of colours. All humans can see it. However, we do not all see it the same way. Reading as you are the English words of this article, then its likely that you automatically divide this spectrum as: Violet, Indigo, Blue, Green, Yellow, Orange, and Red. Each colour clearly ends and is divided in another. This is a truth of the universe is it not?

Well, actually it isn’t. (more…)

Massacre Of The Yard

Should one of the creatures with the ability to decipher these very written words visit the place in which the following story unfolds they would surely find nothing spectacular. The bland tranquil openness would most likely be of little interest, and the upon digestion of the scene the spectator might condense it in the rather unexciting verbal epitome of “Yard.”   However, for the seeing eye the area was buzzing with life, and the colours blended in spectacular tapestry. The other senses were tickled with the odours mixing in perfumed fragrance, and the humming of a beautiful symphony played by a cross section of instruments of Nature that filled the space. “Preposterous!” the reading and speaking creature might exclaim, but one mustn’t speak too soon, for it is not Nature who is mute but Man who is deaf. Unfortunately, for the Yard even a slight sensibility to listening would make no difference here, for every time Man came to the Yard he came with such a being-penetrating, air-shaking, ground-rattling, and roaring companion that nothing could be heard at all. (more…)

December 21st: Fact, Theories, and Mysteries

There’s a lot of controversy, fear, and conspiracy surrounding December 21st 2012. By now most people in the world have heard about it, yet very few people know what it is about. One widely circulated idea is that it will bring the apocalypse, or the end of the world in some way. There is much material out there arguing one side or the other, but few seem based on rational thought or analysis. I do not claim to know the answer as to what will happen on that future date, but I do want to lay down some facts and some of the theories, so that people can make their own informed opinion. (more…)

Talking World War III Blues

** Hey all, I turned this school paper half into a blog post, and I thought I’d share it. Enjoy!

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He appeared, a little bit out of nowhere. My eyes opened in a start behind my sunglasses as Bob Dylan’s guitar and harmonica suddenly began to play on my shuffled music. I was on a crowded bus, and before me stood a young man. He was tall. His long brown hair was cleared from his grey eyes, and fell onto the brown jacket he wore over his checkered patterned dress shirt. He looked nonchalantly studious, or studiously laid back, I couldn’t tell which. He seemed a bit clumsy, and a bit goofy. The coincidental combination of this odd looking man, and of the corny up beat Bob Dylan guitar and harmonica made me chuckle. Not meanly, but the song just seemed to fit his personality perfectly. (more…)

The Hypocrisy Of November

In the early days of November leading up to the 11th, we wear the red poppy on our jackets in order to honour and remember the men and women in uniform who defended, and are still defending Canadian ideals.  We remember the 117 000 Canadians who died in the First and Second World Wars, the Korean war, and all who have served and perished afterwards. The wearing of the poppy is an easy and simple task demanded of us which contrasts sharply with the ultimate sacrifice made by those they represent. We wear it lest we forget the potential evil of men, and the ultimate cost of war when diplomacy fails,  Lest we forget those who died for us. But we apathetic Canadians with our dwindling amount of poppies have forgotten the men who survived, the ideals they defended, and therefore the men who died as well. (more…)