well . . .
Topic: explanations
since you asked alan, what im referring to is the threat of self-destruction which exists in all governments, but is very pronounced in a prominent few states in our era.

unfortunately, the problem is a class issue, and there is essentially one powerful class to blame for the continuation of bad policy. the sad part is that now the blame can be said to rest in the hands of the sheep, as well as with their shepherds.

therefore, it stands to reason that all the sheep--from the gutters and all the way up to the penthouses--are accountable for the task of fixing things; certainly this involves removing the shepherds.

it is strange to say, but otherwise there would need to be a society that is ruled both benevolently and authoritatively, where true justice is upheld, and corruption of character is mercilessly dealt with by proper means. the current prison camp system in my era is a massive drain on our society, as alan can attest to, as well as many other menaces i will not bothering mentioning at this point.

although a benevolent, authoritarian government is a strange idea, it could be accomplished under the leadership of a very charismatic, sagacious, and yet fortuitous leader. the goal would be to set in line certain societal changes to help put the american society in my era back on track, while at the same time realizing the potential of maximizing your citizens for what they are truly worth. this means truly investing in the welfare of your subjects, while protecting them from the diseases of greed, bias, and ignorance.

any truly intelligent leader will first stabilize his own land and invest in the maximization of every citizens potential, with the ultimate goal of maintaining autonomy. any leader who would try to enslave his own men before his enemys is not mentally fit to be in power.

anyway, ive got someone annoying trying to get my attention at the door, and so i will go and pleasantly admit them into my humble abode. i shall talk more later.

-Rex

it is decided
a plan must be set forth to change the ways things are, the way we are existing . . . ive been in contact with many acquaintances and contacts and have been trying to learn the nature of the threat that exists in our society today, alan.

it is not something that can be changed in the past, either, it seems. there must be some sort of new vision, alan. its getting darker all the time it seems, but inevitably dawn will come, will it not?

-Rex

*bows*
Topic: explanations
alejandro basilio garza . . . told ya so! ;) but i think thats just one of his many aliases, you know. the last name is definitely the name of his family, however.

anyhow, thanks for lauding me, alan, i have to say that is one of your most admirable qualities as a human . . . the ability to take interest in people and things outside your own little bubble, as well as being able to praise others selflessly. too many people in our era just seclude themselves into their 'depersonalization domes' . . . did you know that 61% of married couples these days met on the net, and that 87% of those people never even met face to face until their wedding days? its lunacy, if you ask me . . . people have lost the concept of brotherhood and interrelation.

anyhow, on the topic of interrelation . . . we humans are connected in more ways than the purely physical, i.e. that we share the same world. we are entangled on spiritual and astral levels as well, and therefore we have ways to reach each other without picking up the phone or using a handheld. this quality is particularly strong in many Newgens, and it allows us to often contact or at least find anyone in the world and learn about them.

as for mr. garza, that pair of names did indeed come to mind immediately when i pondered the meaning of 'a.b.'. i wasnt sure, but i then confirmed my findings using a combination of online research, as well as a bit of astral exploration. i also get the distinct idea that mr. garza is harmless in general, and i think that his employer may in fact be the one we have to worry about. now . . . if i can just find out who that is . . .

. . . im still up . . .
okay, im probably staying up now . . . its almost been two hours since my last post, and i got to reading, and now look at the time.

anyhow, alan, you really butchered the english language in your last post, so im going to fix it a little for you. ;)

btw, theres no such thing as coincedence, at least in my experience . . . and yes, the presence in the Big Reflection was real enough, trust me. im quite good at detecting that sort of thing.

anyhow, ive read about SOS a bit; i might be interested in joining someday. thats a rather noble mission statement.

so, whats the ab stand for in ab garza? alejandro basilio? ;)

okay, talk to you all later. im going to do some reading today and relax a bit.

-Rex

hmmm
well, alan, i havent heard of a man named a.b. garza, but ill keep my mind on alert . . . perhaps i can find him first.

incidentally, as i was being shuttled away from the site of my last experiment, i did notice a man lingering near the woods where the bear ran off to and vanished. his brain patterns seemed a bit different than the other bystanders. i didnt see his face, but it appeared that he was trying to track the bear . . . but there wasnt any blood to follow, so im sure he came up with nothing.

anyhow, i just had a strange dream of sorts; i hesitate to call it a nightmare, but it was unsettling. it is always unsettling when i am not in complete control in the Big Reflection . . . someone was there with me . . . it was an energy at least, something . . .

do you ever get the feeling that something is just wrong, in general? or do you ever feel that there is more to the world than meets the eye? perhaps there are whole worlds right next to us that we cannot even see?

im beginning to think so, but now, im going back to bed. chew on that for now . . .

~Rex

aha!
yes, there you are, alan. i had another feeling that you would post now . . . i was in the other room doing a bit of reading when the computer notified me that you had posted a message(a full minute after i had my 'hunch') . . . needless to say, i dont need that computer to notify me.

anyhow, yes, i was very exhausted by my last experiment, but my fatigue was also compounded by an experiment i was doing in the middle of last week . . . that was by far the most complex and exhausting of all experiments(being long-distance, and all), and i didnt properly rest afterward, so my experience at the end of the week was the straw that broke the camels back, if you will. hell, i was so tired that i didnt even finish a sentence in my last post . . .

anyhow, as i was standing there outside the store with the dumb beast on the other side of his car, i had my bear make a loud roar, because the man didnt seem to believe me. when he heard this, he turned around quickly and was swatted softly by my bear. at that point, i had to use minor telepathy to make the man think that he had actually been hit by a physical object(i.e. the bear's claws). this worked well, and the man began screaming loudly for his life.

unfortunately, this attracted the attention of every bystander in the area, however, they could clearly see my illusion as well. the problem was that i seemed out of place, since i wasnt acting frightened myself. at this point i realized that my plan had come full circle . . . the man was in need of help, and since most humans are impersonal, selfish cowards in our era, i was the only hope. therefore, it had worked out better than i could have ever planned . . . then again, it was probably subconscious.

anyhow, i rushed up to the man and pulled out an illusionary pistol, at which point i 'shot' the 'bear', who reacted realistically, growling loudly and then running off into the woods(where i made it vanish, greatly reducing my mental strain). at this point, the man seemed amazed that i would even help him, and as he stumbled up to his feet i saw that his pants were soaking wet. i wanted to laugh at him and degrade him as a beast, but i used the reverse tactic.

"are you alright, sir?" i asked him, to which he replied incoherently, but i knew he was grateful. i put a suggestion into his simple mind, which he took and ran with, asking, "is there anything i can do to pay you back?"

at this point i smiled and glanced at the young girl in his car who he had been abusing, and i winked at her. i pulled out my illusionary gun again and told him my payment:

"theres nothing you can do to repay me, but perhaps you should take this as a sign to be more compassionate. look at your daughter," i instructed him as i pointed my gun at him through my coat.

he did so, and i instructed him to apologize to her with all his heart, which he did without hesitation. i sensed that he was sincere, but i still had more requests:

"you should be grateful to have a child at all, and you should be grateful for all the freedoms you have been granted by nature. moreover, you should be lucky that law enforcement didnt see you acting in such a beastly, cowardly way. you can repay me for rescuing your life by promising to never lay a hand on another human being again, especially your own flesh and blood."

he agreed quickly, and i could tell that he meant it, and so i put my gun inside my coat and made it disappear. before turning and leaving him, i smiled again and said, "if you ever hit your daughter again, sir, then i may not be as helpful. perhaps next time it will be you that i shoot. now, hug your daughter and experience what unconditional love can be like."

the man, crying now, opened the door and began embracing his daughter, apologizing profusely and promising never to hurt her again. she actually began crying herself, and it was in some way touching. before walking into the store, my cabbie from before yelled, "hey, if you see a kid in there, tell him that im out here waiting for him." i duly noted his impatient words as i walked into the store.

as i made way to the restroom to dematerialize my disguise, the customers stared at me adoringly, a few even congratulated me. after changing back into normal form, i wiped everyones short-term memory so that they would forget about the strange man who went into the bathroom and never came out.

as i got into the cab outside, the fat child abuser was still hugging and kissing his daughter profusely, thanking god for his life and his family. it gave me a feeling of happiness to see that i could make positive changes in such a way, but i also became greatly fatigued and told the cabbie to get to my dwelling as quickly as the traffic grid would allow.

before i knew it, i was at home and i decided to try and document my experience, but that was when i was overwhelmed by my weariness and had to retire for the night.

needless to say, im beginning to see how my abilities can be used positively, but i am also starting to think of other ways to achieve the same illusory effects without doing it all myself. i figure that a mixture of my abilities and the power of machines would be useful . . .

anyway, as for your idea about the time capsule, youre right about time not being linear. leaving a time capsule in the past will not guarantee that it will 'appear' in our reality. in fact, a new timeline would most likely branch off, which would be similar to its parent, but slightly different. i havent actually tried to see if this is correct, however, so perhaps it would be interesting to see the effects of leaving a time capsule in the past that me or alan could dig up . . . just make sure its on the eastern coast of the united states!

ill talk to you more later, folks.

-Rex

when will they learn?
Topic: humanity
well, ive been up for quite some time now. my day certainly was interesting . . . allow me to explain:

i was riding in an auto cab down i-95, out of the city and to a random public area where i planned perform more of my illusion testing. when i stopped at small convenience store just off the highway exit, i noticed in the distance a large, beastly man leaning into his car and shaking someone violently. no one seemed to take note of this(as is common in our era, where strangers are practically aliens to each other). i pointed this out to the cab operator, but he cited the liability clauses of his employer and of the state.

i duly noted what he said as i exited the auto cab and inconspicuously walked into the store, going quickly into the bathroom. in there, i put on an illusionary form and i tested its adaptability. it suited me well, but as i exited the bathroom, i knew i would have to try and use more extravagent means of fooling the beast outside.

i stepped out of the door quickly and began walking towards the man at full stride. it was only at the last second that the stupid brute noticed me, and he looked up with a fist cocked back, temporarily restrained from its target in the car so that his primitive mind could focus on the added factor of me into the equation. i was standing on the opposite side of the car, and i simply said, "EXCUSE me," and he says, "what?"

at this point i smiled slightly--not using telepathy--and pointed behind him, asking, "whats that?"

he turned around and noticed the large bear that i had spawned from behind another car. at this point, things began to get really interesting, seeing as though

well, it seems im getting tired. i keep getting distracted by things, and i need to get back to sleep. i was very worn out by todays experiment. i shall complete the story later.

-Rex

yes, yes
i am going to get to bed too . . . the Big Reflection is waiting. anyhow alan, youre in quite good hands, im sure. tell me if you get anymore updates on that letter you got. ill do the same.

-rex

i know, i know . . .
Topic: explanations
. . . i shouldnt say so much sometimes. ". . . and yes," you write, "those are the right translations for those acronyms, but perhaps you might not mention that second one in the future? . . ."

i wont mention that name in the future . . . only in the past! get it? ;) anyhow, even if people in our era were reading this, alan, theyre all familiar with the civilian league and its acronym. its in the news feed just about every day . . .

and no, im not messing with the time stamps, i just had a feeling you were going to post, thats all.

anyhow, i didnt mean to shake you up, doc. seems like liz had quite an effect on you, eh?

~Rex

let me guess . . .
. . . youre about to make a post?!?! ;)

-rex



p.s.- oh, and you know, post office boxes are owned by corporations, and therefore are corporate property(hence, you have no rights over what youve paid for), so i hope you removed that letter. you never know who could get into your things, or who might be able to plant a letter like that. but anyway, mine didnt give me a bad vibe . . . then again, you might not be able to see things that way.

oh, and by the SOS, the CL, and the IPP, you mean the society for open-minded scholars, the civilian league, and the information preservation project?