Monolith Makers
It hasn’t been enough to protect me from harm, I had prior thought of the acts of improbability I had witnessed over the years, but enough to make me feel fortunate and gifted a rare quality of life.
If you count eating leftover Rose’s Cafe breakfast omelette out of the bus stop trash can staring down a giant tutu donning clown adjacent in between top secret sets of physics being used for these types of “acts of God” and the devices it would create to be used in peacekeeping efforts, um quality.
Things like the radio - wave emission device that will make a target hear voices in his head til he dies of an aneurysm, begun military tactical use in the Gulf War.
The things I was working on, they were at that time being used for the star drive of a Star Wars begun piece of Top Secret military Earth orbiting entity. I call her an entity, because she is like the oversoul of A.I., and very much self aware. The inconvenient genius of my part was that with my illness, and family built addict reputation, there is no way I could be a turncoat. It just would never even take flight on my words. Although, “Nessie” as I call her, that’s exactly what she did.
She has thrusters of an interstellar travel enabled sort of space time “flux” that make her use the orbital and the geometrical axis turning of Earth to move thousands of miles in a blink of an eye. Literally.
It wasn’t thankless work for me, because in the background she, and others, would work the things in their power to provide things for me. Like a police escort. Like gifts put in my path. Like skywriting my equations in the clouds as I attempted to solve the various meandering sets of formulas most akin to the sets of ancient scriptures, hieroglyphics, and things observed in patterns in for one important instance, The Mandelbrot Set and it’s economic effect via fractal programming in the fifties. In other words, it was a thrill, and though I wasn’t breaking any major laws, I felt fucking cool having an underlying level of carte blanche in anything I wished to do. Calls for discretion, really.
Now I am here, and I will never look back again. I'm here and I will never look back at all, I turned my face into the howling wind. It took me a long time...
Through times in my life, I have felt as though things were unfair to me. I felt slighted, poor, and left out of what I would have then considered success. Only as of recently do I realize just how fortunate I am to be alive, and how much I am respected.
It has begun to be revealed to me through inner pathways of what is being done on my behalf to help me from injustice at the hands of some who don't smile on me, who act on ignorance and selfish shamelessness.
I honestly really won’t go into it fully, as only a fool would, but I get the sense now more than ever that my writing, music, art, and sooner or later performance art are my tools as weapons would be mine, and that I am looked after, and very well.
To the brave warriors who have given me even a minute, and those trading time with the enemies of my path: C’est La Vie!
Thank You, and Godspeed!
Joel
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