The Illustrious Walter Benjamin Watkins, :.Master of the Lodge of Perfection, sat in an office in a castle hidden in Bavaria, Germany trying to blank his mind for the magical meeting where he would preside.  However, his eyes were once again drawn to his laptop screen.

 

Dr George Lewis Harvey died Tuesday apparently of heart failure.  He was 47 years old and in good health.  A routine medical inquiry is ongoing.

 

A memorial service was held on Thursday at the Austin Oddfellows Hall near the airport.

 

Dr. Harvey was a military psychologist for 7 years before retiring.  He was awarded an honorary fellowship at the University of Texas for his outstanding work in the field of Childhood Behavioral Studies.  He is published in 200 journals and is the author of 4 books including the best selling Taming the Inner Child.  He is survived by his wife Laura and 3 children.

 

“Why is this more disturbing than the agenda?”  Walter thought.  His eyes moved to the hard copy of the agenda on his desk…

 

Agenda:

 

1. Suppression of UFO sightings
2. Food Riots in Urbana
3. Securing Jerusalem
4. Manipulation of Religion in the EU
5. …

 

He half-cocked his head, rubbed his forehead with his hand, and finally found his peace in a decision to act.  He would make an impromptu announcement after the ritual and before the presentation of the agenda.  Dr. Harvey’s death represented a failure of the Brethren to definitively understand what was really happening in Austin.  The autopsy might reveal something, but it wouldn’t replace a full psychological report.  The notes were in route to Walter’s office in New York.  They might have some information that could be used. 

 

In any case, this wasn’t on tonight’s agenda and could disrupt order during the meeting.  Making the announcement before tackling the agenda would make the communication of this event more manageable.  A vote for discussion after the old business discussion should keep the meeting on track.  Ideally the other items were more pressing to humanity.

 

Walter turned off his laptop and put his papers in his brief case.  He gathered his things and left his office.  Walking down the hall of the ancient castle he once again began to doubt the decision that had given him so much peace a moment ago.  What if Austin held something so pressing to humanity that it would make the entire agenda insignificant?    

 

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This is part 2 of the saga in the alternate reality not to far from our own.  If you have any questions, feel free to post them.  I have several hundreds of pages of their history as well as a fax machine connected to researchers in their reality.

 

 

I recently received hundreds of pages of material from my colleagues in the alternate reality.  They have done extensive research of their history and have presented it as accurately as possible.  I have decided to dedicate this blog to their story, as there are lessons we can feel privileged to learn from them.  Their spirituality and technology is slightly tweeked, so I hope you can bear with the strange and find some moral.

 

Dr. George Lewis Harvey, child psychologist, calmly walked the white corridors of the Austin State Hospital toward the high security psychiatric ward.  A teenage patient awaited him sedated and restrained in a white padded room.  As Dr. Harvey drew closer to the boy he could feel his coolness melt away like ice on the hot Austin pavement.  Lately, for some unexplained reason, every time his daily appointment with the boy drew near, a yellow wave of hot fear crept up his spine.

 

“It’s all in your mind.  The boy has tricked you into believing him George, that’s all.  He has no power over you,” Dr. Harvey thought in a desperate attempt at self-consolation.  However comforting his thoughts may have seemed, he was so overcome with fear by the time he reached the cell door he could barely get the key in the lock.

 

“Good morning David.”

 

“F___ you, Prick!”

 

The boy’s salutations were always a bit souring, but never this obscene.  As George faced his patient, he stood mystified. 

 

Those eyes … something missing … a vastness within the threshold of the pupils … the like of which George had never seen.

 

…The eyes are the windows to the soul…

 

“Forget the nonsense George, the boy has no power…”

 

…The eyes.  Look into the eyes…

 

As a collage of jumbled thoughts raced through Dr. Harvey’s mind’s eye, the boy’s stare grew colder.

 

“Kill him master.  Waste not this life force.  Draw it into me.  Let it grow that I may grow.”

 

A blue light shimmered within the boy’s eyes.  George saw a blue sea of peace whose vastness was untouched by the sky.  Just as his mind settled within the peaceful blue, the boy cried out, “Find your peace, prick!”

 

The shimmering blue gave way to the violent blood red light of all Hell’s fury.  George’s heart stopped.  His soul left his body.  The boy could feel his soul in strife with the newcomer.  Then a settling peace flushed all being as Dr. George Lewis Harvey became one with David Ferris.

The following is an except from a New York Times report on South Carolina's State Convention about 15 years before the Civil War.   The words in quotes are the press statments made by the Secessionists regarding a meeting on the fate of the Union.  Notice the emotional and romanitic appeals and how they are moderated by the press...

 

Do we want to end up irrevocably divided? I personally don't!

In order to support my business, it is sometimes necessary for me to find alternative employment opportunities.  Recently, a T-Com firm that needed help increasing cell phone minute usage approached me.  It seems people in my area had too many ‘carry-over’ minutes and this was putting several cell phone companies in a bind.  The solution is to have men on public transportation stare at women and make them uncomfortable, thus causing them to call someone on the phone.  They trained me in the art of coercing women into this type of behavior without being harassing or blatant.  I was also initiated into cell phone logo identification so I could report the time and brand of phone and receive compensation for my efforts.

Today I was riding the bus home doing my job (and doing a good job I might add, 3 women were busy yakking on their phones by the first stop as a result of my magic) when a woman got on the bus.  I could tell from her dress and mannerism that she was a modestly affluent woman.  She was also prepared for the thunderstorm currently pounding the area as she had an umbrella. 

I began to work my technique on the new rider.  I tried giving her a quick glance with a vacant stare.  However, she was too powerful for me.  Our eyes locked.  I was drawn into the deep pools of passion her eyes offered.  It was like we were drifting to exotic places together.  A sudden flush of self-consciousness caused me to shyly turn my eyes and break the gaze.

I recovered myself and began once again to remember the task at hand.  Mustering some courage, I tried again with similar results.  This time she smiled.  I smiled back.  It was as if I could read her mind.  Then all of a sudden, “Wack!”  She hit me right over the head with her umbrella.

“You pervert!!!  I know what you were thinking you slimly Bastard!!!”

I was aghast.  Just when I was starting to think things were really starting to happen I’m turned into to the Transit Authority.  I have a hearing next week to plead with them to give me my rider status back.  Unfortunately, my T-Com job is just a contract thing and I have no unemployment insurance.  The Mean People get me in so much trouble.

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This Blog Entry was just received via Fax from an Alternate Reality near you.

Paradigm George Soros, Hungarian financier and multi-billion dollar player in the global economics game lays out a blue print for our future thinking.  I found it very interesting that he shares the same views as me on several points, most noted the amount of dogmatic thinking required to accept Post-Enlightenment Poli-Sci.  While reading this, I came up with a list of dogma from 20^th century political systems.

 

Marxism

Good--Proletariat

Evil – Bourgeois

Apocalypse – collapse of Capitalism

Utopia – Freedom via a dictatoriate of the Working Class

 

Free Market Economics

Good--laissez faire practices

Evil – Government Regulation

Apocalypse – Gov’t regulation brings economic recessions.

Utopia – Economic Equilibrium attained via Laws of Supply and Demand.

 

Conspiracy Theorists

Good – The public

Evil – The elite

Apocalypse – The elite will gain control of the world and enslave and kill us

Utopia – The exposure of the elite

 

x Political Patry

Good -- The Party

Bad -- The opposition party

Apocalypse -- The opposition party will get elected and the Nation will suffer.

Utopia -- We will get elected and restore/maintain the Nation's prosperity.

Anyway, here is the link to Soros’ brief essay written before Bush took office...

The Capitalist Threat