Every few years, my human form needed a few down days for the destruction of some of it’s outdated hardware caches. I downloaded some firmware upgrades as well, and the install process on those is weeks and it hurts, bad. And as quickly as it had come on, the sickness ended.

I’m going to tell you a myth. We have limited language for this, and I am only beginning to unpack it. I’ve been getting some pretty heavy dream downloads, and I am still interpreting it. Words in <brackets> are not to be taken literally. 

There was this place, the closest word for it in our language is a <cemetery>.  But more specificity it is this place where <souls> come to rest. It’s a place where great, heroic souls pause before returning. It’s not on earth. It exists in a reality alongside our own. It has been there for as long as there has been time.

I have <inherited> <management> of this place, more specifically a wardenship. Unfortunately, the last wardens really <fucked> up the works. They put souls to rest haphazardly. They lost the paperwork. They put souls all over the place. It got to be way overcrowded and frustrating. After a few hundred years, the souls at rest started wandering. Many wandered back here, to earth, to occupy human bodies once again. 

While many of them are great <heroes of heaven>, some too are real <dicks>.  Some can exist alongside souls here. Others are going to control and overpower the earthbound souls they occupy.  Also, the spirits of these heroes are <amnesiac>. We’ve all forgotten who we are. 

There’s no getting the genie back in the bottle, so to speak. These genies are here to stay. But what I can do is gather the great ones. It’s a trick of remembering.  Somehow it falls on me to guide us to remember our true <purpose>. There is also something to sending the darker ones to whence they came. 

Okay. That was one dream the other day, like I said. Still trying to unpack it. 

Take a look around. Find the heroes.

It’s another hot day in Los Angeles. 

It’s been a while since I’ve written in this format. I’ve fallen out of touch, at least the way I was writing. I’ve been taking on a more playful writing tone. The mini sagas have been great, and I plan to keep them up.  But there has been this change, this fundimental change in the way I am seeing the world. 

I am drifting away from me as I knew myself.  Not like some bad change. It’s not some existential crisis. I just feel as though I am existing in two or seven places at once. I keep getting these dreamlike flashes of future selves and flooded cities. I’m often awoken from dreams into other dreams. 

Everything that is happening seems to have happened before. Not like a history repeating kind of way. Rather, I am remembering the future as the past. Time is dilating.  The internal clock is spinning at a different rate altogether. 

Don’t worry about money. Economy as you know it is going to completely transform in the next few years. Remember how different the world was before you were connected to the internet?  Before personal communication technology. Before  cable TV existed. Yeah, like that level of change. The end of work for fiefdoms. We are talking an age of plenty. It’s coming. I can see it coming in around the edges.  

And it will be a messy and chaotic time. Hold onto your butts.

132_0020, originally uploaded by ericspaceman.

“What the hell, the world is going to end in three years, anyway!”
I heard that at a party last night. You people have so much potential, the possible future of the human race is so steeped in greatness and everyone in the universe is watching. Take a stand, humanity.

Target America at the CA Science Center, originally uploaded by ericspaceman.

I’m a tourist in these times. As a child I would read about the Fall and all that led up to it. The closest thing you folks have is cowboys and ninjas. That’s a children’s game right? In my time it was bankers and anarchists. I get to live the fantasy!

 

Target America, originally uploaded by ericspaceman.

Los Angeles is a logical city for this kind of operation. A skilled operator (me) can blend here. There is a lip service paid to extradimensional security, but it is nearly impossible to enforce. Also, I like a climate that can’t just kill me three months of the year.

You get so accustomed to certain technologies that when you travel to more primitive timestreams you feel completely crippled. It’s insane that you people haven’t figured out  something as simple as quantum teleportation.  How do you cope with using stairs instead of levetators? Why even bother without psychic orgasms? Barbarians!

This place will do.  Obviously, it will need some modifications. I’m going to need to shore up the superstructure and  the parts I need for the weapon won’t even be available commercially for three years, at least. But, the location is sound. They’re used to lights and sounds at night.

100_0237, originally uploaded by ericspaceman.

The signs of the Adversary are everywhere. They’re invisible to most people. Sometimes, awakened souls catch fleeting glimpses out the corners of their eyes. Since merging I have seen them everywhere. The old enemies are subtly marking their territories and battlefields. The streets tell stories. I didn’t expect it this bad.

Ceasar’s Palace Lobby, originally uploaded by ericspaceman.

Upon taking control of the host, I immediately set to focusing his energy away from financial gain. We were joining here at the end of the American Empire, their paper fiat money would be nothing but  kindle soon. A few hundred thousand, won secretly and placed in a secure bank should do.