Those are the old stories now. All of them that will be revealed here for now. I can only do so much you know...there are laws. One of the reasons I cannot publish is because the laws lack complete specificity until they are utterly known and then...oh then Goethe and Gogol go to their respective positions regarding matters of art.

The new stories though are always okay to relate because to relate them in ignorance is ALWAYS allowed. Always. Determination regarding their validity and response can be delayed for a certain amount of time required for the decision to be revealed. But they can be revealed.

Yesterday I heard the wind of the grave for the first time. Do you have any idea what that sounds like? Oh...you hear it all the time and don't know it. Everyone does but they've neglected defining it often enough to make it into an everyday occurrence.

It sounded like the wind. That is all. Ordinary enough eh? But when you hear it you remember Bill Porter talking about that psalm that goes: through the valley of death I will fear no evil...and you hear what he was hearing. He was remembering the war and all it had done to him and he only heard it later and felt no one would understand what it was he heard as he slashed pages out of the bible to send them to Vietnam and my brother (not his son...his step son whom he supposedly never accepted). Ah. You hear the wind and it sounds differently all of a sudden and you know inside that seashells will also offer up the sound and some other things too.It is a lesson to start listening better to the sounds. You really have to hear the earth in her groaning. You've got to see the lights as being stored energy mostly from dead bodies.You see the MOON as what it is...for the first time maybe...a stored source of solar energy which is something you don't know what but it is something widely studied. Particle physicists and the like do alot of work in that field. They don't know much about it except measurements on instruments and call that truth. They do and they make alot of sense sometimes but they usually neglect to tell you what they are really after.

They are after God you know. They just don't like to say it out loud or to themselves or even to God. They think their work is enough justification because it leads to a more "sustainable" universe. How funny. As if the universe needed them to be sustainable. That is really funny.