The Rabbit Hole

An alternative definitely-won't-waste-the-money organisation who would definitely appreciate some dosh.....
https://www.identityevropa.com/

I think it is interesting how it took a month to 'fess-up to the breach

How ironic, you know the stuff that I have done and I'm the prude. Add to that, I'm European too.

Lovely! You can't go wrong with 80's soul. I had free university tuition too , but my younger sister and brother missed the boat.

I am glad someone is paying attention. It is pretty obvious to me, and the fact these guys keep getting away with it says something else as well.

Oh god! You are killing me slowly Jen!

...and especially for Stu ( I quite like it actually )

https://youtu.be/9EcjWd-O4jI


...and one of my favourite loony tracks, from the 80s

https://youtu.be/BD2kWCfTcaU

IMO Jesus was not a socialist by any common definition of the word.

How much money did Jesus take from others?

How many times did he force people to do something without their consent?

I'm an unadulterated capitalist, but I am not materialistic in any way.

That is the same interpretation I have. The Romans essentially were unconcerned with him, told the Jews that they could do what they wanted with him as he is no threat. The Jews convinced the Romans otherwise and then the Romans put him up there. But it was Romans who did the deed. If the Romans did not want him dead they would have simply said, we see no point, and Pilate would have simply gone home.

While he took no money, he did make the statement that you will not see heaven except through him. That is de facto coercion.

Coercion:
'the action or practice of persuading someone to do something by using force or threats.'

Is it coercion?

Christians I thought considered that a statement of fact. Atheists would consider that a lie.

I always worked on the assumption that belief in Jesus was not forced.

Yeah I know...but sometimes you just stumble on things.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yesyhQkYrQM

Awesome Exodus! Joey Strummer! I remember that album and used to listen to it a lot when sony walkman's were in vogue! E=MC?

Tales from the Black Elk Hunters lodge
“Are there any survivors?”
Episode 3

Scene 1

Somewhere in the remotes regions of an Alaskan Mountain range, a rugged bearded looking man is standing by a running stream of water. All is quiet as the first thaw of spring enables the stream to be larger than it’s usual size during the later parts of summer. The skies above are over cast with curling moving clouds surrounding the mountain peaks, as flurries of snow particles in the air are moving slow in descent trickling lightly upon the dense pack snow covered ground making soft muffled peck sounds. The man is looking through the scope of his rifle and has spotted what appears to be an Elk negotiating it’s way in some distant pasture, through the deep snow covered ground as it sinks its long legged hooves with each step forward. The mountain man lowers his rifle as he realizes he is too far to take the shot. He then steps closer to the stream and looks down and notices a few dead fish floating on the surface that is bobbing on the mud-covered bank. Suddenly, the roar of a Grizzly bear is heard startling the mountain man to attention. He turns around only to be greeted less than 50 yards in front of him a terrifying beast standing on its hind legs exposing his very large canines. Just as he gazes upon the bear a sense of panic overcomes him to which he steps backwards out of fear and self preservation where in doing so, he accidently slips partially into the stream dropping his rifle in the process. He then has the presence of mind to react quickly to grab his rifle from sinking further into the waters rushing current as his right arm is caught with the strap of the gun that allows him to pull it in. At the same time he braces himself on a rooted fallen dead tree protruding from the bank that prevents him from being swallowed by the fast moving stream. He manages to pull himself slowly up on the bank and stand crouched in stillness breathing heavily in fear mindful to look away from the bear to avoid eye contact. A few moments pass by, which to the man seemed like an eternity as the bear sniffs around with huffing and snorting sounds in his peripherals, before deciding to slowly walk away on the upper bank and disappearing for good into the dense forest. For a moment the man thought to himself that he might have had to jump into the stream if the bear got aggressive, but freezing cold waters might have killed him as well. After the man feels it is safe, he then slowly stands up, nervously takes his wet gloves off and blows on his hands to warm them up. He takes out a pint of whiskey and rushes to uncap the bottle with shaky hands by taking a few big swigs to calm his nerves.

“Holy Shit!” the man says to himself, breathing heavily.

The mountain man then collects himself and begins to start walking in the opposite direction, while checking his gun that it was still in good working order. He adjusts his Fox fur hat before making his walk more purposeful and focused.

It is late afternoon and darkness approaches fast. After nearly 6 months of total darkness, this day was one of a few occasions in which the Mountain man has been able to venture out into the wilderness with the first signs of daylight. That is how he knew spring had arrived, still the days were extremely short, and he had to get back to the cabin soon for fear of being lost to the night’s terrors. Just as the Mountain man reaches the upper summit of his trail, above the tree line, a vast perspective of a landscape with distant mountain ranges in dark silhouettes with purple hues outlining the orange painted sky’s horizon, is revealed within the mans sight. He stops for a moment to gaze upon it but in doing so begins notices rings of light flashes what appears beyond the Horizon and far away. Also at the same time the distant sounds of thunder accompany these flashes that be can be heard as a faint rumble. The man takes another drink from his flask like bottle before walking again.

A cabin can be seen as the Mountain man approaches closer eventually reaching the pine steps where he walks up on the porch and barges through the entrance in startling fashion slamming the door behind him. The mountain man begins frantically talking off his wet clothes as his face is flushed with redness as he starts to profusely swear.

Mountain Man: “Shit! Shit! Shit! God dam it! Dam Grizzly ruined my day”!

Three bearded men clad in flannel and boots are sitting around a table littered with two whiskey bottles, poker chips, and playing cards. The men look stunned as they look at the man that just made the dramatic entrance. One man who is known as “Sturgeon” with a red beard, who is sitting between the other two facing the door, was chomping on a cigar, before deciding to slowly remove it from his mouth.

Sturgeon: “Dam Herb! What the hell happen out there?”
Herb: “God dam SOB almost took me out! That’s what happened!”
Sturgeon: “You in one piece I see.”
Herb: That (expletive) must have been 10 feet tall! Biggest
c***(expletive) grizzly I ever seen!

The man who is sitting casually to the right of “Sturgeon” whose name is “ED”, has brown hair and has a tallness in him as he leans forward with broad shoulders into the table.

ED: A little early for Grizzly’s to making appearances?

Herb, after getting the rest of his wet garments off, then goes over to the roaring fire in the large stone masonic fireplace and begins to rub his hands together to get warm.

Herb: ”Early? Shit! Dam thing nearly had me spooked into the river.
ED: What? (Drawn out in disbelief) What happened? Did you shoot it?
HERB: “No. Dropped my gun in the water!
STURGEON: Shit! It was that bad?
Herb: “I was dam lucky I didn’t get my dam head ripped off by that monster!”

The other man sitting to Sturgeons left is another stocky fellow with blondish hair, laser blue eyes and a masculine defined jawbone goes by the name “Bryce” looks at his cards casually.

Bryce: Was it Naburoo?
Herb: “No.No. This was a different one. I know Naburoo! This one
had different color and markings.”
Sturgeon: How close were you to this thing?
Herb: I say less than fifty yards at least.
ED: Naburoo? What’s that?
Bryce: You remember that incident with Betsy’s farm? That bear that
was eating her live stock?
ED: Yeah
Bryce: Yeah well, that one is the one the forest rangers came in and
caught the son of bitch. They moved it some 60 miles before letting it go
free again. That dam sucker traveled 60 miles only to be eating her goats
again all in the same day. That is Naburoo.
Ed: Holy Crap!
Bryce: Once they smell blood that is it. I think you were lucky Herb.
Herb: Dam right I was.
BRYCE: Still something is unusual, too early for Bears to be awake.
HERB: Well something is definitely not right. Then I saw these strange
flashes in the sky on the way back. That wasn’t normal either!
ED: We have no signal! And the satellite is no longer working
HERB: “What? You got to be kidding?”
ED: “No I kid you not” Been like that since you left
Herb: “Oh for crying out loud!”
STURGEON: “Flashes? What do you mean flashes?”
HERB: “Yeah! Like expanding rings of light or some sort of shit. I don’t, don’t,
know how else I can describe it?
STURGEON: “Jesus Herb! You are full of surprises! Get a drink to
settle yourself!
HERB: “I know what I saw! Also there were strange sounds of
thunder, except, it
weren’t exactly thunder.

Herb then pauses for a moment freezing everyone’s attention

Herb: Wait! Shhhh! Listen!
Bryce: What?

The room then becomes silent again as the men intently focus on hearing something. Sturgeon then gets up from his chair and walks to the door, opening it to step out onto the porch to get a second listen. The night has arrived as a gentle winds stirs through the forest that surrounds the log cabin. The Doulas Furs are almost restless with subtle sways that are being encouraged by some unseen force. The two other men follow as they too step out onto the porch to listen more intently as well.
A concerned look begins to appear on all their the faces.

ED: Sounds like the fourth of July but it’s too early for that.

Scene 2

Early afternoon:

Nine men clad in black sophisticated high tech military suits, totally covered from head to toe are in the process of traversing up a side of a mountain not too far from Laguna hills in Southern California in what appears to be a stealth operation with sophisticated weaponry of some kind in there grasp. When they get closer to where they are going they spot what appears to be a black pipe object protruding from the ground. One of them who has taken cover, can be seen with a breathing apparatus and two black red opaque colored glass lenses that distinguishes his eyes as he peers through above the rock that he is hiding behind. As soon as he deems it is safe he signals in silent hand signs to 5 men to move forward. Just as these men advance to get closer into position, suddenly five sentinels rapid fire turrets spring out of nowhere from the ground and open fire killing the fire men instantly. The remaining 4 stand still for a moment in shock as they watch the turrets burst further lethal rounds before falling silent to rotate as if scanning it’s radius before retracting back into the ground. The men decide to retreat back down the mountainside.

Later that Afternoon:

The men who were previously on the side of the mountain return to an underground shaft, where they disengage their suits through a decontamination chamber. The four remaining men then enter a debriefing room where they wait for entry to their quarters. There is a solemn look on their faces as they sit down, tired and weary from their mission. All that remains is silence between them. One of the men has tears in his eyes as he mourns the loss of his close friend. Suddenly a man by the name of Maganson, enters the room. He stands there not saying a word while looking over the men.

Maganson: “I just want ya’ll to know this is on me! This is not your fault!
We need to do a better job in our recon! We lost five good men today,
and we will get it fixed. Go get cleaned up, and get some food in ya!
We will talk later”!


Later that Evening:

A blonde hair man with a military style haircut and who goes by the name of “Colvin” who also led the patrol earlier is going over footage taken from a drone flying over the area in which the tragic events too place with Maganson. The two men are looking over a table where the image of the above area is being displayed with hi-tech projection ability that gives detailed description of where this area is and it’s topography in great vivid detail. The two men seem intensely focused as Maganson touches the screen where the areas of interest gets highlighted in red boxes.

Maganson: These have to be neutralize before we can have any hopes
of flushing those bastards out.
Colvin: How many you think are down there?
Maganson: Maybe 5000 give or take a few. But those sentinels have to
be taken out first with the “Hellstyker drones.” I am not risking any
more men.
Colvin: We need to retrieve them sir, to put closure to this. We will have
a full mutiny if we don’t .
Maganson: “Understood. This whole thing today was cluster (expletive)!
Yes of course! As soon as the area is secure, we will get Lopez and his team
up there to take care of that. 0500 hours we will begin.
In the meantime gather up Jones, McCarthy, and Salazar and get them up
to speed as they will be your team going forward. God dam Hollywood elites! I can assure you we are going to make them pay!
Colvin: What about Schimt. You still think he is down there?
Maganson: I know that Google ahole is down there somewhere and we
need to get that bastard. He is responsible for this!
Colvin: How the hell did they get such weapons to be set up so sophisticated?
Maganson: Just because they are liberal ideologues doesn’t mean they
are stupid son. They had a lot of help with unlimited resources to build that city under there. Remember our first priority is to get Schimt. Dead or alive! Second, as for the rest, we will follow through on the gas plan to flush them out. They are probably going to send their A security team out first and so we have to be ready.
Colvin: We will get the kill shot. I ain’t missing this time!
Maganson: Good! Lets hope so! Lets meet here at 0430 to go over the specifics of execution.
Colvin: Roger that!

Episode 3 (Cont.)
Scene 3

London early morning!

A dense fog rolled in, as the early hours preceding chaos, was as dense as the night before but this time a calm was taking place. As sounds of alarms, and ambulances can be heard through out the city in a faint distance, the skyline of London itself appeared to be badly hit as plumes of dark smoldering smoke can be seen in various parts through out its horizon. London Bridge was half collapsed, and the Thames on the river Parliament building was badly damaged. The iconic Big Ben Clock had disappeared altogether forever as that too was directly hit from an incoming missile. Everywhere scenes of human carnage can be seen. Half mangled bodies melted to street posts, and street signs, imprints of silhouettes on the sides of bricked buildings charred with ghostly impressions, and some bodies whole strewn about in empty lots, parts and streets can be seen. It was both profound and shockingly disturbing to the casual observer that rocks them to their inner core to witness such devastation and mans destruction unto themselves leaves no room for words but only silence to contemplate the what if’s and the senselessness of it all.
In a deep underground secured subterranean abandoned fallout shelter, leftover from WWII and forgotten, a woman and her two daughters are huddled together under a blanket sleeping, with a LED lantern as the only source of light beside them still flickering. Suddenly a quiet knock on a metal door can be heard awaking the women to alertness. She delicately places a pillow under her daughter’s head as she maneuvers to stand up and walk quietly to the door without waking her. She doesn’t answer, but listens intently while standing still in front of the door. Another knock is heard again.

Woman: (Whispers) “Ford”
Voice from the other side: “one eye”

The woman then opens the door and allows entry to a man in his late 30’s, black hair, unshaven, who is carrying a large bag in one hand and a respirator mask in the other and dressed in some sort of a HAZMAT suit.

Woman: How is it out there?
MAN: It is pretty bad.
Woman: What is going on?
Man: I am not really sure, but we were lucky to get to this place when we did, no one expected this. Totally caught off guard. Here I caught you these and I secured us a berth we just got to get there in one piece.
Woman: One piece?
Man: “Yeah. It’s full blown anarchy, so we have to be alert for hostiles.”
Woman: ”Jesus! ”

As the man lays the duffle bag on the floor the girls start to wake up

Girl 1: Mommy
Woman: Wake your sister up honey, we are going to be leaving soon.

The girl shakes her sister to awake her. As the woman looks in the duffle she pulls out a mask to inspect it

Woman: “So, these suits, will it protect us”?
Man: “I am not sure what level of radiation is out there, but it is good enough to protect us but we will be in the car, and we will try to get there as soon as we can. (The man pauses for a moment to collect his thoughts and scratches his face) Listen, I think I should warn you; the sights aren’t pretty out there. There are dead people everywhere.”
Woman: “(Sighs) Yeah I was afraid that you were gonna say that.
To what degree?
Man: (shaking his head in disappointment) It’s bad, I mean really bad. Honestly I really don’t know everything only what I saw while getting here.“

She looks at the man for a moment at a loss for words then turns her attention to her daughters.

Woman: “Girls come over here, we need to get this on you. “
Girl 1: “Why mommy?”
Woman: To protect you.

The woman then starts to dress her daughters, in Hazmat suits that seem to be too big for them, but she makes due by folding up the legs and arms on the daughters extremities.

Woman: “What kind of Berth?
Man: “A windjammer! Looks like your friend came through!
Woman: “A sailboat?”
Man: Better! Anyway, we have enough fuel to get out to open sea, there
will be others, a skeleton crew. I imagine it will be rough going for a while, as not sure what to expect weather wise.

The woman finishes dressing her daughters as she herself puts on the HAZMAT suit.

Woman: Won’t we stick out like a sore thumb with these?
Man: To who? (Sarcastically)
Woman: If it gets us out of this hell mess, then I don’t care!

The woman then fits the masks on the girls before finally putting hers on. She picks up the smaller girl while grabbing the hand of her other daughter. The man then puts his mask on, and together they walk out of the room and through two more sets of steel doors and eventually reaching a industrial service elevator in which they use to get to the street level of some abandoned industrial complex. Once outside, they hurriedly get in the car and start driving away. As the man drives at a higher rate of speed than normal, the scenes of the carnage begin to have a shocking effect on the woman as she shields her daughters from such violent views. Driving by scenes of dogs feeding on human carcasses, headless bodies that are charred beyond recognition lying in the streets they slowly pass by, and the crumbled buildings with apartments exposed all seemed to be presenting themselves as images in slow motion to the Woman. Not a sign of life can be seen. They finally arrived to their destination with the car coming to a screeching halt parking in front of a dock where a large sailing vessel awaits them. As the woman and children get out of the car, they look around one last time, and gaze upon the ship before they hurriedly board her.

Man: “Shall we?
Woman: So this is it?
Man: “This will be home at least for the next three months. “

The woman sighs before walking up the gangplank to board the ship.
Later after the ship is on its way towards the open waters, the woman and the man observe London from a further distance, seeing for the first time a wider perspective of the devastation that took place. The city still smolders with rising smoke, as the woman is almost relieved that she finally made it out, but also a realization that her challenges are just beginning with a new chapter starting enters her thoughts in lamenting contemplation.

Scene 4

Mumbai India

Similar scenes of carnage can be witnessed but on a larger scale in Mumbai. The only difference is, that there are thousands of survivors, but most citizens walking the streets have been severely exposed to radiation poisoning and are whaling in suffering. Women, children, young men all can be seen with shredded clothes, burnt skin all over the surface of their bodies. Some are walking around with missing limbs, and other body parts bleeding profusely from various locations of their extremities. Hospitals are being overrun by more severe cases of death and or people on their deathbeds in complete agony. Approximately 100 kilometers outside the city, large convoys of Military equipment such as armored vehicles are being mobilized into certain positions surrounding the city. In another part out the city in a different location, thousands of people who are just as affected, are in a procession being led by other military personnel in large factory warehouses, where they are being promised treatment government officials. Scenes of chaos and conflict can be seen everywhere. When the mass herding of these people are complete, there is a lull in time to allow a false sense of security to be felt by the victims. A few days pass, where there is calm, and volunteers are allowed to administer treatments and comfort the suffering. Suddenly one military official gives the signal to another commander as he picks up the phone and gives an order. A sense of betrayal can be foreseen as such an order given puts into motion the firing of tanks, canons and other missile batteries into these warehouses, hospitals, and the city’s structures obliterating them in the process. All at the same time, explosions, and bombardments of them is felt, shaking and leveling everything in sight, killing innocent people in genocidal epic proportions never seen before.

Scene 5

Meanwhile, up behind Earth’s orbit, Cane, Emily and Aisal are watching these scenes unfold before their eyes. The expressions on their faces as they watch these images is one of sadness, disbelief, disappointment and contempt. Contempt for the fact that Humans could act like such barbaric animals in a time of crisis that otherwise should bring them together. Disappointment that a place they once called home is no longer viable to consider returning. Sadness, because their family members are no longer among the living and are gone forever without the ability for them to say goodbye to their loved ones. At this point a sense of purpose is lost for Mathew Cane, as a hollow sinking feeling in his inner core of his being that leaves him conflicted to his basic tenets that otherwise would have been considered his bedrock to lean on now persists in his confusion. His belief in “God in particular, was one of conviction and absoluteness in all he ever did in his life, such beliefs passed down from his parents, and their parents before them as was the way of life for a Mennonite, but now reconciling his new reality is difficult to comprehend with such terms that now are becoming clear were primitive in it’s interpretations.

Mathew: “Could you have prevented this?” He asks Aisal
Aisal: We are not allowed to interfere with the affairs of any species.
It is unethical for us to do so.
Mathew: Why? I don’t understand, if you have the power then why not?
Emily: (puffy eyes) Dad! You cannot expect to impose the same sort
of human conditions or moral equivalencies on an extra terrestrial like Aisal.
Or for that matter an entirely different species that abide by their own
set of principles. That is so typical human arrogance!
Mathew: “I know ok” (sighs) but this is mind blowing, that I have no words.
Aisal: We create life, we don’t destroy it. Man’s inevitability came to
this moment in time in all of it’s history that the choices it has made make
it seem fallible in hindsight. Our kind cannot interfere or act as an arbiter to in order to alter a species future course, even if it’s survival is in jeopardy.
Mathew: ”We can not return to that. We simply can’t!”
Emily: What about other species, like whales and dolphins?
Will they survive?
Aisal: It is hard to say, but the oceans for the most part are resilient in
it’s composition that the answer to that is most likely some life forms
will continue. I can’t answer for what will happen to the 1%, but as you
have witnessed human’s worse, that becomes an antiquated question as
we have been observing your species for quite some time now.
For all of your species aggressive nature and the destruction it has perpetuated on themselves, we have also come to admire your kinds evolution throughout it’s history which has been unique to the many other species we have observed over our existence. Things like the arts and Music and sciences where persistence of finding answers has always been part
of human’s nature to satisfy it’s curiosity in betterment of itself, it’s virtues of creating such beauty is not lost on the mere mistakes it has made.

Mathew: There is that percent again. It is always the one percent!

Just as Mathew says this, Emily rolls her eyes at him.

When Aisal is talking about the arts and music, images of Mona Lisa, and works of Michael Angelo, Divinci, and other artists are being projected. The pyramids, and various other images highlighting Human achievements can be seen as well. The music of Mozart, Tchaikovsky, and Beethoven are heard lightly in the background at the same time the images are being viewed.

Emily: “We all have contributed in some way.”
Mathew: “We have to say goodbye forever to Earth.” What will we do?
Are we to live on this ship for the rest of our time?”
Emily: “We will get bored! Or maybe not.”
Aisal: “Well we do have other options for you to consider. It is not possible
for you to continue living here in this environment on our ship.”
Mathew: “Like what options?”
Aisal: “One option is to move forward in time. To a time where it is safe
to return to Earth.”
Mathew: “Move forward in time? (disbelief) Like time travel?”
Aisal: “Yes in a manner of speaking that is one option.”
Mathew: “How is that possible?”
Aisal: “Just as the two of you are standing here before me,
the both of you haven’t aged a minute since the day you have arrived.”

Upon being told this, Mathew and Emily are stunned, as Mathew looks at his hands as he notices his once sun blemishes on his skin have now disappeared, giving a youthful appearance.

Mathew: (Looking at Emily) “This is absolutely incredible!”
Aisal: “Another option is that we can send you to a place just like Earth,
in fact it is exactly the same, but uninhabited by humans.”

Emily: “What? Just me and my dad living our days out on some
unknown planet? We would get bored or worse lonely! ”

Emily begins to think of a future scenario spending her remaining days with her father and companionship, which suddenly becomes a terrifying prospect that she contemplates. Just as she thinks this, Aisal enters her mind.

Aisal: Please come with me! I would like to show the two of you something
very important that will hopefully help you decide and put your minds at ease.”

Aisal then casts over Mathew and Emily their own protective barrier that allows them to float in space, which appears as a soft orb surrounding them. Aisal then assumes his original form and begins to move forward as Michael and Emily follow.
As soon as they leave the room a vast open space of multiple levels of various structures is revealed with breathtaking surprise. It is so big with various illuminated shapes; it resembles a city at night within the ship. Mathew and Emily are awestruck by its magnitude and shear size.

Mathew: Oh my! This is… I never saw anything like this
Emily: Looks like a city
Mathew “What is this place?”
Aisal: “This where we store our information what we gather from all our travels.”

Suddenly, Aisal accelerates their travel speed through this vast space until they arrive to a room. When they enter the room, there they are introduced to a group of people like them. Made up of pairs of children and a pair of teenagers in what appears to be an environment much like Earth with lush landscapes and a shiny Sun. Distance laughter can be heard echoing like through out a dreamy atmosphere. Mathew thinks to himself, “Noah’s Ark” as he and Emily observe scenes of children running in tall green grass playing, laughing where it appears to be are calm, peaceful and serene.

Aisal: These humans are just like you
Emily: Where did they come from? Are they from Earth?
Aisal: No. As I said before we create life, and we created them in order to
move them to their new home. A home for you two to go if you
should choose. The planet will be exactly the same as yours, but you
will be responsible for these children’s future and the future of
your new planet.
Emily: Dad! Do you know what this means?
Mathew: (He looks at Emily but doesn’t say anything)
Emily: We can have a new start, a new start to get it right this time.

Mathew: What will be different? I mean if they are humans, aren’t they just as flawed as we are? After we are dead and gone, who can guarantee that their children’s, children’s, and the ones that follow won’t fall into the same patterns of predatory functions, corruption, greed, anger as we did?
Aisal: Even though these people are like you in almost every way, there is a slight difference from your predecessors DNA.
Mathew: What do you mean?
Aisal: They don’t have the same aggression of making war upon each other, as it is rooted in their makeup that any aggression will be towards other species living on the planet in order to insure its own survival but not towards one another. It will be impossible for you to corrupt them with such thoughts or ideas.
Emily: Dad, this is the best chance we got to having a good life again.
We can do this!
Mathew “Yes I think you are right honey, I just don’t want to repeat the same mistakes.” (sighs)
Emily: I don’t think we will dad. I have a good feeling about this.
Aisal: You will find your way with not remembering this experience or the past. Your the emotional scars will be gone once you enter their domain. All is needed is for you to step forward.

Mathew seems apprehensive about this decision, as he starts to realize that everything he ever has known is now gone. Still, there is hesitation on his part to leave behind Earth forever, to go to place with unknowns, to start over, with strange people whose DNA’s are different than his own, is conflicting to him on so many levels that it is clouding his decision.

Mathew: “I don’t know. A part of me says that returning to Earth is a
safer choice. It is after all, all we have ever known.”
Emily: “Dad! You saw what was going on down there! There is no guarantee,
that what we would be returning to is going to be better! Or worse we
could be returning to more craziness that could make life hell for us.”
Mathew: Why not rescue the other people on Earth?
Emily: (With contempt) “They don’t deserve it!”
Mathew: (surprised by Emily’s response) “What an awful thing to say!
How can you say that?” Those are not the same values we raised
you to have.”
Emily: I am not going back to that shit hellhole dad! It will not be the
same place! That is what my gut instincts is telling me!”
Mathew: What are you saying?
Emily: You can go back if you want to, but it will be with out me!
Mathew: (An anguished look appears as his facial expression) What?
You are not thinking clearly! That is your mother inside you talking.
Emily: Yes. “She would have wanted the same thing for us. Look Dad,
I know this hard for you, but this is the best opportunity we are ever
going to have to live in peace. They don’t have to do this for us, yet they
are giving us a gift. Can’t you see that? Dad please!”
Mathew: (pauses to contemplate to himself of this momentous decision,
then turns to Aisal) This place is just like Earth?
Aisal: Exactly the same. Only difference is you will see two extra
Moons in your new planets orbit.
Mathew: (takes a deep breath) “I feel like this all just a dream. At some
point we are going to wake up from this madness.”
Emily: “(Turning to Aisal) Will we see you again?”
Aisal: “There is no possibility of that happening. This will be farewell.”
Emily: “Thank you for this.”
Mathew: “Yes we appreciate this opportunity. If this is a dream, might as well
keep it positive, (a deep lamenting sigh) with love.”
Aisal: “You know what needs to be done, it is in your hands now.”
Mathew: (looking at Emily) “Just as we exited one door we now go through another.”

Just as in dreams there is no concept of time, or for that matter a rationale that allows for feeling of the senses to confirm what is real and what is not. Mathews gaze into distant lush green landscapes, rolling hills and more distant landscapes for as far as he could see, was measured in his contemplation of what if’s and endless possibilities. What he would cover in his own constitution would soon be forgotten in the form of a blank canvas that would only serve to formulate new ideas never thought of before in the form flowing optimism. Perhaps even the thought of God would be altogether absent from his thinking peripherals as something omniscient that gets metaphorically represented in the simplest of forms such as a falling leaf, perfectly floating in its descent and landing on a quite stream of water that floats away quietly, are much like his worries becoming the past. Freedom truly presented itself in the most unsuspecting way imaginable, as a farmer from Kansas allowed to enter into another world where there will no longer be the impediments of man to dictate a social stratification that he never agreed to begin with. One last indulgence of philosophical thought occurred to Mathew before taking his proverbial step forward, was that “God never created this problem in the first place, only man himself did, and with that, it seemed to absolve his guilt of abandoning Earth forever as he looks up and suddenly notices that Emily had already walked forward crossing on to the other side to greet the kids. Just before the moment he steps forward he tells himself perhaps this is heaven and he is already here or that he is dead and doesn’t know it and perhaps never will. He stands there for moment with a smile, as the basking glow of the sun’s rays enraptures the skin on his face, as a mild caress of symphonies inviting him further into such innocent indulgences of a single moment in time that is rapture to his awareness. A gentle breeze stirs around him that soothes him as angels enveloping him with the softness of satin arms lightly kissing him that sends warm and kind sensations throughout his body. The sounds of laughter from kids playing echoing as distant memories fade, and become with each deep breath he takes a sense of belonging with secured sanctuary of what the future may hold.

It seems to be an early summer, a house had to be built, crops have to be planted, and there was much work to done is all Mathew was thinking about as he surveyed the land he was now walking on.

https://youtu.be/zoo9Vu1a9bU

The ending song to the conclusion of the story.

Crucifixion was at the time Rome's capital punishment so the fact that Jesus happened to be one of it's victims was in some way of one falling through the cracks and getting rid of controversy without regards to due process. (Not that there was such a thing back then) Ultimately IMO it was the jews, as Jesus himself was a jew that betrayed him. It was their actions in end that led to Jesus being put on the cross. Funny to this day, jewish orthodox don't recognize Jesus or the new testament which I also find interesting.

99 % of the Jesus story was made up circa year 320 (Emperor Constantine the Great (306–337 AD)
Constantine needed to turn a popular apocalyptic belief (i.e. the world will end soon) into a state religion to enthral the masses ..
Power, authority and control. Nothing new really ...

Constantine didn't last long, huh?

It is off the "This is ....." album. I especially like the audio clips out of the movie "The Good, The Bad and The Ugly", even though they I don't remember any machine gun sequences therefrom....

Strangely, I listened to E=MC2 again and now find it rather bland.