The Whisperer
The tall, muscular creature watched intently. Its tiny, coffee colored scales, were ringed in jade. They formed a kind of Fibonacci pattern, like the seeds in the middle of a sunflower.
There was an almost imperceptible movement of the breast. A slow, separating and coming togeather of its scales, as it breathed. (like in the folds in the bellows of an accordion)
Above its lipless mouth and sharp, spiky beard, were two large and unblinking, almond shaped eyes. They were golden in color and they framed two, contrasting, dark, metallic-green, vertically-slit pupils.
(Pupils that were
aimed, at a human scientist. (Much like a radios telescope, that was locked-in on some repeating signal from
an alien, distant star.)
Two weeks earlier)
Medzclaf had (originally) been watching "three" men through the inter-world portal. A large American company had hired them as researchers. It had been trying to solve a huge commercial communications problem. The three scientists ( whom Medzglaf was observing) ad been given the task of creating a substitute for he electronic signal amplifier tube. These troublesome and fragile - light bulb like - radio tubes had been hindering transatlantic (from north america to europe) cable communications for years. A rugged and reliable substitute for the problematic, glass tubes was a high priority.
In the background, the mafia-like, tribe-of-Shaitan djinn** had
been guiding humans toward a possible solution for the newvamplifier tubes. The tribe-of-Shaitan guides, who were assigned to this
global effort, were were known as: The Whisperers.
** Allah's second created beings, which are made uade
up of smokeless fire.. [like the genie in the bottle of alladin's lamp.]
One solution to the amplifier tube problem involved the
use of an “in-between” * earth element. It was recognized and included on a reference char called. The
Periodic Table of Elements. It was not a metal, it was not a liquid and it
was not a gas. For the “tribe”, the earth element was perfect. From the djinn
side (behind the veil which separated humans from the djinn) it could be used to influence all of human kind. From the human side- it
was valuable for solving the American company's trans-Atlantic Cable problem.
The Whisperers had been instrumental in guiding human scientists toward Germanium. The average human, though, is more familiar with Its close cousin... the element silicone. Silicone would later take over from germanium (in the field of personal electronic devices) and eventually infiltrate and influence the human world with 100 times the power and desired effect, of those first germanium transistors. And if all went as planned, humans would soon be living in an electromagnetic soup. An invisible, energetic atmosphere. Those charged-metal-particles, (unbeknownst to humans) would heavily influence the direction of mankind. They would become an electromagnetic-medium-of-influence, from the unseen world of the djinn, to the world of humans.
*Since
the Djinn were of the “In-between” created beings, (Angels 1st, Djinn 2nd and humans 3rd)
They were naturally drawn to the “In-between” element called “germanium”.
Medzglaf (the whisperer) had
once been privy to information about the future. He had heard a conversation by
the higher-ups. Information was being shared about a kind of atmospheric soup. A kind of
“constant rain”. A rain of invisible, floating metal particles and mood stabilizers.
“The rain will last for
decades,” They’d said..
“Every orifice of their
smelly dirt bodies, and especially their brains, will be saturated with
aluminum and lithium. Humans will become nothing more than antenna-driven
beings, whose every desire and belief will be ‘radioed-in’ to the ‘radio-receiver’
robots by the soup-makers”, the higher ups had said.
Medzglaf revelled in the
idea of the djinn finally getting their revenge. After all, during the days of
King Solomon, even the strongest and most powerful djinn had been subjugated,
and put to the humiliating task of serving humans. That insult was incurred
during the days of King Solomon, by the order of the most high. Their enforced
task? … To help build the sacred temple. A temple for the worship of, what humans
called: the “One God”.
The Discovery
Mezglaf found one of the scientists from the
transistor project alone in a hotel room, desperate and at the end of his rope.
The original three man team, which Mezglaf had been observing through the
portal, had, as of late, become at odds with each other. Then, when after weeks
went by, and there was no progress, John, the youngest of the team, decided to
tackle the problem on his own. He had become dejected and desperate. He was
exactly in the state of mind that the whisperer needed him to be in. The
whisperer began his work.
Any human observer (with the gift of seeing) would have
been unnerved by the reptilian's intense and blinkless stare. Especially after
that observer discovered that the form of the thing that was staring out the
“window-like” opening, into another world was indeed, an animate creature; not
the rigid, stuffed trophy it resembled. Clear and protective second eyelids
kept the thing from needing the lubrication of an intermittent blink. So, with
the inherent advantages of a motionless, focused stalker, it could easily shadow
and subjugate its prey.
On the other side of the window was a human figure. The
figure was picking up a glass tube, which contained germanium. He held the
material over a Bunsen burner, and after tilting the tube slowly back and
forth, he methodically repeated the exercise three times. He then poured the
germanium into a glass dish to cool. Finally, when the substance had cooled, he
ran his tests.
Five minutes into the test, John’s face began to change.
The ashen color and the downturned facial lines of utter weariness, quickly
evolved into a younger, rosier face of hope. But still, being conservatively
cautious, the scientist tested the (now cooled) substance for consistency.
Barely containing his surprise, he tested the germanium
for purity, one last time. He paused to remove his glasses, and then rubbed his
face and eyes. A few seconds later, he replaced his glasses. Then, taking a
measured and deliberate breath, he gave a long glance to the left, A long
glance to the right, and then back to the fore, (as if to get his bearings and
to “steady” himself) Finally, he slowly and carefully looked down. He couldn’t
believe his eyes … He had done it … pure germanium!
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Genuine, methodical scientists rarely became elated, but
this particular scientist, understood the gravity of his discovery. He also
knew the admiration he would gain from his colleagues, and the scientific community
as a result. His efforts would go down in history. His discovery would become a
milestone in electronics; moreover, it would become “infamous” in two worlds at
once. (If only he knew.)
The tall window gazer was satisfied with his results.
Weeks of whispering by the reptilian creature had paid off. He smiled a
sinister, canine framed smile, chuckling to himself in a hissing reptilian way
... from the other side.
How feeble these humans
are, he thought.
Medzglaf’s
Musings
This, so called, “scientist” was nothing more than a biological pawn of
the *djinn. Most of these “scientists” … when they’d had their breakthroughs,
were at the end of their ropes. At times like that, the puny, dirt bag humans
were barely conscious, spiritually faded and highly susceptible to outside
brainwave transmissions. *djinn; plural noun: an intelligent spirit of lower rank than the
angels, able to appear in human and animal forms and to possess humans.
Ex:"the rebellious jinn lead men astray"
They were actually, at
some level, “asking” for intervention or help. We (smokeless-fire beings),
merely answer that call, and if the awareness level of the one “requesting the help”
is so low that the requester can’t even “remember their call for help,” then so
be it. As the saying goes: “Your silence is your consent” and your weakness is
not our problem. We didn’t place you into that altered state of awareness (with
its call for help and hidden contract). Your own lack of discipline, coupled
with an obsessive behavior, allows you clay beings) to get "yourselves"
into trouble. The aforementioned negative human traits being a kind of cultural
booby trap, which we whisperers will definitely nurture and take advantage of ...
from the other side.
Most humans don’t
know about the world of the whisperers, so they naturally attribute their
success to themselves. This particular success, by the Djinn, would ignite the
beginning of the end for humans. Because of the transistor and its forthcoming
influence on human society, the majority of human kind would soon be taken to
hell.
“The
boss will be satisfied with today’s coup.” The thing whispered to itself,
quietly.
Feedback from the boss had taken a full day, in human
time, and the message from the boss was good, as Mezglaf had expected. The
messenger however, had eluded to a human fly in the ointment: A boy, from the
world of humans. His special assignment, from the Angels, would be an
assignment which was “inherited” from his mother. And although the mother
had already been neutralized by second world agents, her assignment had
not.
“The boy was named Richard,” said the short, frog like
thing. He was speaking to the whisperer, Mezglaf, in a low croaking voice,
appearing in manner and voice like an old time movie star gangster; Edward G.
Robinson.
“He has the gifts,” It croaked “So be careful … for when
he is older, he will not only be able to see you, but he will know what you
are. In the meantime, the boss needs you to do your magic on the next step; the
evolution of electronic music.”
The Boy
When I was a boy, I was baptized in the Roman Catholic
Church and named Richard, after my uncle who had been captured by the Germans
and held prisoner until the end of WW2.
For some reason, I can still recall the event. The
priest, my father, my mother and the yellowish glow of many candles. I would
later do the whole Catholic thing. Catechism, Holy Communion and finally
Confirmation. My father had already done that. In order to marry my mother, he
had to convert from a rebelling Baptist, to a parishioner of the “true”
religion. It never really made a positive impact on me – or as far as I could
tell, on my father – nor did it take permanent hold, but another experience did
…
I found myself standing up in my crib. A pale yellow
glow filtered under my door, and I was screaming as loud as I could. Suddenly,
a blinding, but saving light followed my mother as she opened the door and rushed
into the room. A light which chased away a fantastically frightening world.
While outside, I could hear the sarcastic sounds of familiar voices, inside
next to my crib, I could feel the empathy of one who had been through the same
horrors that I now continually endured within the darkness of my room. One as
spiritually sensitive as me. Someone whom “they” also disliked. Someone who
would die an alcoholic, from the despair and heartache of an eventually morbid
existence. All because of one teenaged-mistake. A mistake brought about by
“their” constant whispering.
What I saw in that dark room was terrifying. And some
other kids could tell you similarly fantastic stories. Stories that would
warrant the prescription of medication, if the parents could afford a doctor; a
good spanking until they fell asleep, if the parents could not. Still other
parents might fall back onto the age old philosophy of, “What doesn’t kill you,
makes you stronger.” I think that viewpoint is held by the same person who
says: “Why did the man keep hitting himself in the head with a hammer? Because
it felt so good when he stopped.” That person was my father. He always laughed
when he told a sarcastic joke. Even for the hundredth time.
An Important Plan
A major acceleration of the master plan is inevitable.
As soon as the transistor is introduced to human civilization, the fireworks
will start, thought Mezglaf.
In fact, this job was becoming so important that the
boss had whisperers on two continents at the same time. Three of them, and all
working on the same project! Mezglaf was
here in New Jersey. Another whisperer was targeting an electronics man in
London, and it was rumored that yet another, was assigned to a brilliant Jewish
scientist in Canada, and the boss had let us all know that the pressure was on.
“If you can’t stand the pressure,”
Hissed Mezglaf, “get out of the kitchen.”
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Blood flew everywhere. On the castle floor it lay ... a
half reptile, half human form. Its throat sliced as if by a three bladed razor
knife. One could see the white cartilage of the wind pipe and hear the gurgling
of blood as the air passed through the slits, passing to and from the
lungs.
"Throw it out" the boss shouted. "He
dared to call himself a whisperer!" He screamed at the top of his lungs.
As the thing was still writhing on the ground, the guard
quickly and deftly used a large talon shaped sword to detach its head at the
base of the skull in one blow. All movement ceased and a a pulsing stream of
blue blood, as if squirted from a squirt gun, relieved the creature's viens of
pressure until it merely oozed, creating a deep blue pool, in the shape of a
hand around the lifeless scaled mass that was now lying in two unequal parts on
the floor.
The Frog like creature recognized him as Esgleim. The
Whispers assigned to Canada. He was glad it wasn't Mezglaf.
Shaking the windows with the sound of his rage, he
continuied.
"Leave the blood for others to see" said the
boss.
HOUSTON 1964 – “Hey Rick. Turn it up. Have you heard
this one? Cherie, by that guy with the high voice … Frankie Valli. What was the
name of his band?”
It was another scorcher in Houston, but my brother Dane
still wore his signature tight black pants and a tight, black knit shirt. I
really didn’t like him. He was two-and-a-half years older than me and we were
not at all alike, except for music.
“Hey wait, Sidewalk Surfin’ is on!” I shouted excitedly
to my brother, who just happened to be sidewalk surfing down our own driveway,
on a board he had made from some old skates. His board was a lot better than
mine though. Mine only had metal skates. His had the hard resin ones. The ones
used at the skating rink.
“I wonder what it’s like to surf the waves? Like in the
movies?” I said when the song had ended.
My brother hit a pebble on the driveway and came to a
screeching halt. He didn’t fall as I would have though. I was always jealous of
his physical abilities … and his height. He was taller than most kids his age,
and I was fat. When “I” hit a pebble there was inevitably blood, or at least a
bruise. I had freckles, he was tall dark and handsome to the girls. I was
short, fat and ruddy.
Then my brother Dane let me in on a little secret: “Mom said we were moving right next to the
beach. Dad’s going to be stationed near a city called Oceanside.”
My brother went to put his skateboard away in the
garage.
“Hey! Can I try your skateboard?” I said.
“Sure … if you let me borrow your transistor radio”.
I had just gotten it for my birthday and I didn’t trust
anyone with it. Besides, the batteries were expensive.
“Maybe tomorrow.” I said.
The whisperer chuckled to himself. The boy that the boss
had been so worried about is just as addicted to electronics as the rest of
them. It’s definitely a waste of djinn power for me to keep an eye on him. He
thought. Then he remembered what he had been told when he started this job:
“The boss gets his inside information from the flying
ones. They sit in the heavens and eavesdrop on those of the first created
world. The world of light. The world of the Angels,” the instructor had
said. “So never doubt his decisions or
his instructions.”
“When do we move?’ I asked.
“In June.” My brother replied.
“Good, I love going to
new places” I said.
We had been living in Houston for four long years, and I
was more than ready for a change. Then The Little Old Lady from Pasadena came
on the radio.
“Hey Dane, this song is about some little old lady from
Pasadena, 40 miles from here”.
“Yeah, Pasadena, California. Forty miles from where you’re
going to live … not Pasadena Texas” He replied sarcastically.
“Really?” I replied incredulously.
He just shook his head, rolled his eyes and went into
the house... I guess the black clothes had made him too hot.
It had been eight years since the first transistor radio
was sold, and just as predicted by the djinn, things had gone incredibly fast.
Despite the lyrics of the current beach boys hit “I Get Around” which exclaimed
in teen-aged unison vocals a midst a music bed of chunky Fender Stratocaster
surf riffs and drums; “My buddies and me are getting real well known. Yeah, the
bad guys know us and they leave us alone.” By the time the kid got to
California, things were in the bag for the second world mafia. In fact, the bad
guys were well on their way to deteriorating western society at its core, and
there were no good guys left to stop them. Kennedy had been assassinated only
two years earlier The Vietnam war was now rapidly escalating. Soldiers from 19
to 25 year old were coming home hooked on hard drugs and drug abuse was
infiltrating society. Kids were growing up in a world which could irradiate
itself out of existence in the blink of an eye. Fallout shelters, built in the
50s were turning into dayglow poster, black lighted refuge quarters for a
turned-on, white-middle-class culture. The government had stated that it was
all a communist plot, to rot the minds of the next capitalist generation, but
the real bad guys knew differently.
(Below is a quote from the book “A Great American
Journalist“)
“For the Christian majority, it was a year of public
outcry. For bobby socked rock fans, it was a year of teenaged love cries. It
was the year Elvis Presley performed the
song Hound Dog on public television
and was labeled a “moral degenerate”. And coincidentally, it was the same year
that the transistor radio was released to the American public … 1956, became
the flash point of the largest and fastest social/sexual revolution on the
planet, propelled by an electronic golden calf
called the transistor”.
The Book of Richard
During the six
months I lived in Oceanside California, I was having a great time. I would wake
every day to the chilly salt air of a beach that was only a half-mile downhill
from me. I fished at the pier, watched the surfers. I tried to belly board. Iheard surf music all
the time and I went to Ditmar Elementary School, where I made a best friend,
Joe Castro. Everything was great except for one thing…
One night I had a strange dream. I was at the beach. I
looked out to the ocean and I saw a huge wave starting to form. I yelled and
screamed and pointed, but nobody heard me. Finally I ran away from the beach
and up the hill as fast as I could. The wave got bigger and bigger. When it hit
the beach, it was at least a hundred feet high. I ran toward the top of the
hill as fast as I could. As I got to the top, the wave came all the way up to
my feet. I turned to run down the other side of the hill, but I stood frozen in
my tracks. Below me was a huge sea of lava. As I Stood there in disbelief and
pure terror, I was getting steam burns from he washed over wave from the ocean
side, meeting up with the scalding hot lava on the other side. It was so real. I
felt like I was being parboiled alive.
I had that dream on several occasions while I was there.
After that I had no doubt that what I saw was not a dream. It but a “premonition” of something that would
surely happen in my lifetime. My sister
Kathy had had the same dream. Three years later, I would be introduced to the
world of the psychics. Eleven years after that, I would have a crash course in
Metaphysics, using electronics, that would change my life.
Fast
Gossip
What did he say?” I asked my sister Kathy.
“He said the Beatles were more popular than Jesus.”
“So your best friend Marie is going to burn her ticket?”
“That’s what she said?”
My sister Kathy was dressed in her New Jersey style
short skirt, dark hose and tight knit blouse. Just like the rest of the
teenaged girls wore around there. To me, New Jersey girls dressed like hookers.
She wasn’t even a teenager. She was only twelve. A year younger than me. Her
friend Marie was born and raised a Catholic, Jerseyite, although I never saw
her go to church.
“She could give it to me.” I said, raising the word me
up half an octave for effect.
I had just started learning guitar a couple of months
earlier. I’d traded an old sword for a beat up junk guitar, and I had to pay
the guy at the music store a buck to tune it for me. That was a lot of money in
1965.
“No, she’s made up her mind.”
Wow! What an idiot. I thought.
During these hot summer nights, we would sit on our
doorsteps as we listened to our transistor radios. It is way too hot to stay
inside.
New Jersey was just the opposite of Oceanside,
California. No view, no breeze, no grass, scorching hot in the summer and freezing
cold in the winter.
Richard’s father had gone to Vietnam after six months of
training his new recruits at Camp Pendleton Marine Base, California, and so, he
and his family ended up staying with his mother’s family, in his grandmother’s
apartment. His had father sent me an AM/FM/Shortwave transistor radio from
Vietnam and he loved it.
If it hadn’t been for the transistor radios, Richard
once thought, John Lennon’s quote about
Jesus would not have gotten around so fast. At least not for the teenagers.
Those radios, and their 45 rpm record players, was all they ever listened to (every
summer’s day), except for the telephone. Teenagers seemed to have a third,
radar like, appendage for that – I mean, besides their
two ears.
I guess it’s like what the grownups call a “double edged
sword”. The portable transistor radio had skyrocketed the Beatles into fame,
but it had also catapulted them into trouble, at 10 times the speed
Even at that age (14) he understood the sweeping effect
that these relatively new, portable, electronic devices had on people. A
message could travel around the world almost immediately, and the messages, in
and about the new cult of rock music, seemed to get delivered at the speed of light,
what with its cultural rebellion, drugs, and free sex agenda … much to the
chagrin of the established order. (What they, at the time, called: The
Establishment, Big Brother, The Man, etc.)
Richard sometimes thought about the plethora of
innovations in electronics alone, which happened in only one and a half
decades. It should have taken more than just some human miracles to pull that
off. His thoughts went to the evil figures that used to surround his crib at
night. The feeling in that room was one of malevolence and cunning. Like the
energy that surrounded and spurred on those electronic innovations… for anyone
who could see.
And he was one.
A
Special Report
Even Mezglaf was starting
to take note of the path that the boy was taking.
Richard eventually made friends with a neighbor. A tall
lanky blondish teenaged boy, named Max. Max’s family was somewhat divided. The
father was a conservative, retired FBI agent. The mother, on the other hand,
could whip up a horoscope in less than an hour. In 1967, (before personal computers)
that was quite fast. The sister could do likewise. That is where Richard wetted his feet, in the culturally underground
stream of metaphysics.
“What is he?” Asked Max’s sister.
“A Taurus” Answered Max with a phony scowl.
“Why? What’s wrong with that?” I said?
“Does he like guns?” She asked.
“No, but he does Karate.”
“Oh no!” She retorted.
“Wow, that is a lot of books“ I said, agape at the piles
of hardback volumes surrounding her, as if they were the castle walls and she
were the princess.
“Max, take your friend outta here.”
“ Max showed me his guitar and played it for me.”
He actually used finger picks. He and his sister liked
the bands called Jefferson Airplane and Quicksilver Messenger Service. Max and
I both had a love of the “Buffalo Springfield” in common.
Just then, Max’s mother came in.
“ He reminds me of Edgar Cayce.” She said in her almost
southern drawl.
“Yeah. He even puts his finger on his cheek like him
when he is thinking.”
“I wonder what his chart is like?” She said.
“What is your birthday?” She inquired academically.
“Year?”
“Place of Birth?”
“Time?’
“Oh my god” came a voice from the book castle.
“Moon on the cusp of Scorpio and Sagittarius”
By that time Max’s mother, Ruth had gotten the rising sign.
“Virgo Rising” Said Ruth with an interesting rise in tone
which seemed to beg a question.
“Mercury in Aries,” The sister came back.
And finally the mother sighed, “Venus in Libra.”
“No trines and two in opposition.”
“Makes sense he’s into music…Venus and Mercury … War and
politics … Moon in Sagittarius/Scorpio. Wonder what his mission in life is?”
“Balance…Reconciling … all that stuff … Could be a philosopher”
Responded a voice from the book castle in an up turned voice tag as if asking a
question.
“Could be a reporter” echoed Max. “Does he pass inspection?”
Max and Richard started into the song, “For What It’s Worth”
by the band known as the Buffalo Springfield.
Richard had soon read all of the Edgar Cayce books,
learned to do an astrology chart and joined a band. By the next summer, He had
read The Hobbit
and the Lord of the Rings
trilogy, wrote some pretty good songs and broke a Physical Education school
record but moving to Buena Park, Ca. had left him too far from my Karate studio
to keep practicing. He found compensation in other interests, and he probably
couldn’t have continued with what seemed to have been a life mission, if he had
continued to live near the Karate studio.
The frog-like messenger
spoke to Mezglaf , “The boss said it was good that you sent him a special
report.”
Normally, a whisperer was responsible for sending in a monthly, but the son of the original anointed human seemed to be
getting ready to assume the spiritual quest of his mother, and he was not
afraid of the other worlds, nor had he been subdued by the Roman Mithraic Sun
Cult, called the Catholic Church. In fact, he had flat out told his father that he would
not go to Catholic School.
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