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Fractal is a term used in quantum physics, and means, basically, a detailed pattern repeating itself. And that's what our Universe is...a pattern of frequencies, repeated to infinity. We are, quite literally, a bunch of waves. The "Fractal Fairy Tale" concept is strange. but, as physicist John Wheeler once said " if you haven't found something strange during the day, it hasn't been much of a day".

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THE ADVENTURES OF ZIPPY THE SLUG by Cathy D. Slaght

(not an easy beginning, but essential)

Life was nothing but a blur...day in, day out...

... watching out for feet/wheels, avoiding predators, grabbing sustenance in whatever way possible...

And then one day something picked him UP- .it was TERRIFYING- and carried him off.

After a short time, he was dropped on to a table, making a loud THUNK.

(He was apparently incapable of making any other sound, as he was some sort of fat and slimy BLOB.)

Faces peered down. “Hello Zippy” he heard.

The memories came flooding back.

At one time he'd been one of those faces – but had committed an act of such evil that he had been transformed- by the BOSS- into the lowliest of creatures.

A SLUG.

(Where the name Zippy came from he had no idea.)

Regardless, he was just a worthless hunk of tissue – now curled up into a BALL- filled with regret.

Then one of the faces said ...“Zippy, the BOSS is Pure Love. You remember, right?

He uncurled a bit. Was there hope?

“We have a mission for you. If you succeed, you will be transformed into a higher life form. You are to teach the slugs on this planet to be kind to themselves and one another.”

Zippy rolled back up - but they continued.

“Even in your present state, you are capable of transforming the world. Slugs have very large nerve cells. Plus, there are only 20,000 of them- nerve cells- compared to the 100 billion or so in humans. 

As you begin to help the other slugs we will be able to observe how these nerve cells accomplish this.

Your work will then be a blueprint for the restoration of kindness between humans on Planet Earth.

Zippy was incapable of SAYING anything, but gave a slight nod.

Great JOY radiated from the faces.

“ The work with your nerve cells will begin with regenerating the power of compassion.”

Then he was carried to a big white DOOR- which opened to a huge flight of stairs, all spiraling UPWARDS ...and placed at the bottom.

AND- he figured out where his name came from.

He was in a zip-lock bag.

PART II:  CHOICE TRAPS:  SABOTAGE OF THE SOUL

Finding himself at the bottom of a huge spiral staircase, Zippy struggled to escape the bag.

He was filled with sadness, disgust, anger...” this sh* ain't RIGHT”, he kept thinking ...but getting to the top of the staircase must in some way be related to his mission, so he continued with his efforts.

Suddenly he was out and on the first step.

Somehow, in making a CHOICE to move forward, he had become energized!

What he didn't realize- yet- was that he had just spiraled up*

(The brain loves to spiral up! “Happy chemicals”- dopamine and oxytocin- are released...little “high-fives” of encouragement.)

But NOW what-

He'd landed in the middle of what appeared to be a HUGE group of SLUGS- but, tuning in, he realized it was, actually, TWO groups.

One was a body-bashing group, repeating, over and over- to themselves and each other - how fat, slimy, and revolting they were, how hard life was...

...pausing only long enough to hydrate (slugs are mostly water, but whatever they were using was NOT water)

The second group was in the euthanasia line.

His first impulse was to just roll up- but then remembered there was a chance to be a higher life form- if he could just teach these wretched creatures KINDNESS- so, tentatively, he said, slug-style-

“Hello, all. My name is Zip. I'm here to MASTER these stairs. UP THERE life is said to be much better!

Does anyone want to join me? Right now you seem to be Choice Trapped, which means STUCK." 

Most were ignoring him, but he continued:

If you would choose to be kind to yourselves -- which means NO talking about how FAT and REVOLTING you believe you are- and realize that you are an important part of the Tree of Life...you ARE- did you know...

Science has learned how human memory works by studying how YOUR brains work- speaking of which, YOUR BRAINS can regenerate!

It may be that the Fountain of Youth will be discovered because of YOU!

But now it is VITAL- for MANKIND- that you start being kind and compassionate to yourselves- under all conditions.

A number of slugs-from BOTH groups- were listening.

Taking a commanding pose, which, for a SLUG, is quite an accomplishment, he said:

“Repeat after me: I respect my body as it is right now, even if I wish I could change it.”

Those who participated had just taken their first step of kindness.  Suddenly they found themselves on the second step, excited and energized.

ZIG said “ No more body bashing or death wishes- or you will automatically be back on the bottom step.
But we must move forward.  That being the case  - what kind of food particles have you been picking up? AND- what is that strange substance you're hydrating with?"

*spiraling up: building positive emotions and a strong mindset through choices that energize.

Part III: WHEN PLEASURES DON'T PLEASURE by Cathy D. Slaght

Zippy still couldn't remember what he'd done that was so evil that the BOSS had turned him into a SLUG.

Regardless, here he was, trying to redeem himself by teaching kindness to fellow slugs in order to transform the Human Race. Somehow this involved going up a bunch of steps- CRAZY-

And, he was discouraged-

A bunch of formerly energized and excited slugs had already disappeared.

How was he going to teach ANYTHING to these creatures?

Then he saw some words written on the second step:

RAISE THE ENERGY OF ALL SUBSTANCE CONSUMED TO THE HIGHEST APPROPRIATE LEVEL TO ACCOMPLISH MY HIGHEST PURPOSE.

As the slugs traveled back and forth across the step they were absorbing the energy of the words.

(Those FACES must have had something to do with this.).

He realized what had to be done if they were going to get to .step 3.

Gathering the slugs into a tight circle, he began:

“By reaching this second step, hopefully, you've seen there's a strength in being KIND- first to yourself, then others.

If you want to keep going UP, you must acknowledge this- and design your life around acts of kindness, 

This does NOT mean you're SOFT, like a bunch of doughboys..."

There was a SHRIEK from a Slug named SWEAT “That's SEXIST! KILL HIM!”

SWEAT disappeared (fell back to the first step).

Zippy explained to the others that while sometimes “she or he” was used, slugs were hermaphrodites. It was obviously time for this to be made clear. SWEAT could return any time, s/he had just experienced a DOWN moment due to lack of information.

Then he (s/he) said something that caused a collective gasp.

“You see the circle you're in, with me in the middle...if you continue with the type of food particles and hydrating liquids you're absorbing it will be as if YOU are in the middle of a CIRCULAR FIRING SQUAD.

You are showing your body NO kindness when you gather sugar-loaded food particles and don't hydrate with WATER.

You won't advance, either - sugar changes the way your nerve cells recognize energy. 

That being the case, it's time to make another choice.

(each choice will build on the next, making you stronger, he reminded them).

First you chose to stop body-bashing yourself. 

Now you can choose to eliminate sugar. 

Do this by absorbing food particles and water in lawns and gardens, NOT restaurant parking lots.

Yes, this is a challenge, but the rewards are GREAT-

Here are a couple of thoughts you could choose to repeat to yourself-

Kindness enhances my health and happiness.

All efforts to be kind, big and small, make a difference in my energy and mindset."

And, Zippy reminded them- it was okay to make some mistakes along the way.

Meanwhile, something about this was triggering a memory...

• https://www.raymongrace.us
• https://www.raymongraceprojects.com
• https://www.raymongracefoundation.org
• https://www.facebook.com/groups/1436645383235511/
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Sugar: The Bitter Truth by University of California Television (UCTV) https://youtu.be/dBnniua6-oM

Part IV: SUGAR: WE'VE BEEN HOODWINKED by Cathy D. Slaght

(Fractal Fairy Tale Insert)

Before continuing with Zippy's adventure, here's some information that's NOT a fairy tale:

The root source cause of many problems in our world may turn out to be SUGAR.

Our food- in many cases surreptitiously- is loaded with it.

For example, Friday I ran by a health food store to get something from the deli for dinner.

There was not even ONE item in the case - the manager confirmed this- that didn't have sugar.

There are 2 problems with this- a) if I eat sugar I want to do so knowingly, and with something FUN, like CAKE, not kale salad and b) sugar is poison.

So here we are, possibly on the edge of a disaster-

For starters, we have an epidemic of obesity. Like that horror movie The Blob- it's even consuming our CHILDREN.

(Infant formulas have so much sugar that the new term is “baby milkshakes”)

We're hydrating with soft drinks, juices, alcohol (many don't even LIKE water)...eating in restaurants which typically add sugar to everything, even vegetables...

...and about .90 out of every dollar at the grocery store is spent on processed foods, which are fiber-less and loaded with sugar.

Our metabolism is so screwed up we can't stop eating! (Leptin, which tells the brain when there's been enough to eat- seems to be impaired.)

And - skewed blood sugar could be the reason for many MENTAL health problems.

Governmental agencies know all this. But do they care? Case in point- check out the sugar load in nutrition assistance programs.

Then there's the nutritional education of our doctors. Was speaking with a Medical Doctor yesterday, for example, who INSISTED we must have sugar for our brains!

And yes, there are 8 ESSENTIAL sugars (great book, The Healing Power of 8 Sugars)- but this is an entirely different thing from processed sugar.

Meanwhile, there are those who say “God made sugar, so it must be good”.

But the God- stuff came packaged with an antidote- FIBER.

(99% of Americans are fiber deficient because fiber doesn't have any shelf life.)

But here's the good news - the TRUTH is coming out. (Always does.)

YouTube is a great way to start gathering information, but it might not be a bad idea to go here first- just sit, let' Raymon Grace do a quick clearing-

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NiazV24qbT8&t=227s

Part IV: THE SUGAR WE DON'T KNOW WE'RE EATING by Cathy D. Slaght

Zippy's situation:

He was a slug, in some sort of lab experiment, teaching a bunch of other slugs how to program KINDNESS into their nerve cells. Scientists were hoping to apply what was learned to HUMANS.

Because- if the present state of unkindness among humans continued, they would eventually ALL be just a bunch of slugs.

On the other hand, if the experiment succeeded he would be transformed into a higher life form. Probably not human, though. He had somehow squandered that privilege.

(so YES, he sometimes speculated- let them ALL be destroyed!)

BUT he was starting to enjoy helping the slugs Spiral Up. Some might say he had even become fond of them.

He'd assemble a group- and what a group it would be- many had been powerful when they were human - kings, queens, lots of politicians and celebrities- and offer encouragement:

You may see yourselves as slugs, but you are really LIGHT. As you continue to practice kindness, the vitality of your light will increase and you can transform.”

(As it turned out, EVERY SLUG had been offered the same deal as Zip, they just hadn't taken action)

His most frequent message, though: “If you do something to help just ONE living creature, there is an absolute gain. Help the Human Race- of course with harm to NONE- and the results are ARITHMETIC, like doubling a penny every day.

There is NO excuse for being fatalistic or lazy.”

Practicing kindness, first to themselves, then to others, many slugs continued to Spiral Up. They were also getting daily energy work, because words and codes were etched into the steps...

Achieve your goals 894 719 78 48...Confidence level 678 491316 497...Cooperative 895 718495 164

Motivation 498714...Nothing impossible in this world 519 7148 ...Protection from danger 71931...

Light was RADIATING from them as they continued to eliminate sugar and hydrate with pure water- it was amazing...Zip had not realized the destructive power of sugar when it came to consciousness.

(yes, each step represented an elevation of consciousness)

They were now just one step away from the top. Zip KNEW they were going to make it. Just one thing bothered him. WHAT had he done while in human form that had been so evil?

Then, late one night, it HIT him. As the memories came flooding back, he was so filled with shame and regret that he began to fall, step by step, finally landing with a THUNK at the bottom:

HE was the agricultural expert who had introduced a plan to transform food by adding SUGAR. This may have been the major factor in the decline of consciousness of the human race.

His will to live was gone. He understood why so many slugs had chosen the euthanasia group...

But suddenly he felt a slight boost of energy- somehow it bumped him back up a step. Looking up he saw SWEAT- s/he had implemented his teachings so was nearly at the top.

“There is a law in physics”, she explained, “that allows subatomic particles to borrow energy for just a millisecond. So, I loaned you some of mine. You can't KEEP it, but maybe a few others will step up to the plate...

...provided you now practice kindness to yourself...starting with self-forgiveness...just as you taught US.

And, just so you know- I was the one who invented High Fructose Corn Syrup.

I had no INTENT to harm humanity- nor did you- but lack of intent doesn't always count. We've learned, and are now getting another chance to serve humanity.”

And so it was that a fairly significant number of slugs- Zip included- arrived at the top step.

The experiment had been a success- information from their nerve cells had been implemented into some human nerve cells ...
Now what?

Fast Byte and the Seven Wharfs

Chapter 1

Soar Can’t SOAR
 
Once upon a time, in a village known as BUD, there lived a man named SOAR.
 
SOAR was well respected, charismatic actually, when he felt like it-  a prominent member of the BUD Village Council.
 
He was a loner, though, with no wife, no children, few true friends-
 
(also massively wealthy)
 
But SOAR held a terrible secret.
 
He had been cursed at birth –  
 
And it was a diabolical curse-
 
He could not feel joy.
 
Because of this, his entire life had been in search of sensations that could mimic this vital emotion.
 
Over time he had come to see that money and power could be somewhat comforting...
 
...but finally realized the greatest semblance of JOY came through destroying the joy of others.
         
But now, more about BUD, the idyllic village SOAR lived in.
 
It was beautiful, and situated at the edge of a vast lake.
 
(Vast because no one had ever seen where it ended. Some had tried, at different times, to reach the opposite shore, but it seemed to be impossible.)
 
Anyway, people who lived in BUD were blessed. The land provided every fruit and vegetable, every type of livestock, every natural resource they needed. There were years of good crops, and years of bad, of course, - but the people were taught the 7 Natural Laws from early childhood on- so understood The Law of Rhythm, the others Laws as well.
 
Most significant- they worked together as one. Everyone- no exceptions- lived in abundance.
 
And the festivals...

Chapter 2

EMBODIED RAGE- NOT SO PRETTY
 
In BUD, people gathered regularly in the town square for festivals. There were games and contests, booths with roasted meats and other delicacies, crafts, so much to choose from.
 
ALL HIS LIFE, SOAR had resented the joy he could see at these festivals.
 
PLUS- these people seemed to full of ENERGY- SOAR had never really felt GOOD!
 
Over the years, this resentment festered into a mighty rage. He masked it of course- no one could EVER know - but the rage grew by the day…
 
And then one night it embodied itself,
 
 At first SOAR thought he was having a nightmare.
 
What appeared before him was a hideous thing, frightening beyond anything SOAR had ever seen…
 
A GIANT HEAD...
 
...with arms that radiated from ALL PARTS of it. Too many arms to count, all writhing around.  SOAR didn’t want to even look, he was terrified. The HEAD was HINDEOUS.
 
It began to speak.
 
“There is a way”, it said, drooling and snarling, “to destroy the JOY of these people. But how would you like to make a vast amount of money AND gain complete control of them at the same time?.”
 
“HOW” exclaimed SOAR, still trembling, but now peering out from under the sheets.
 ,
“Their food” replied the BIG HEAD. “Not only is their very survival dependent on FOOD- but also their festivities center around it.
 
POISON THEIR FOOD
 
Poison it in a way that is slow and subtle. Make it a poison that they actually grow to CRAVE.
 
SOAR sat up.
 
The BIG HEAD continued:
 
"They will willingly consume this poison until it destroys their health AND spirit. They will think of nothing but how to get more and will PAY you to give it to them.”
 
Let me tell you how it is prepared…

Chapter 3

FAST BYTES! LOVIN’ IT?
 
And so it was that SOAR appeared at the next village council meeting and introduced a plan.
 
“The people are outgrowing the festivals”, he began. “I propose that a series of WHARVES- 7, actually- be built at the edge of the lake. We will have even MORE festivities, and some new foods that don’t take so long to prepare. We will call it “Fast Bytes”.
 
To seal the deal, he announced “I will finance this endeavor”
 
Soon the wharves were constructed, and FAST BYTES offered delicacies such as the villagers had never experienced. They were unaware that all the foods were filled with poison.
 
Soon, they went to the wharves for all their food. Even their fruits now came in a delicious, intoxicating elixir.
 
And vegetables? REOLTING- unless deep fried and dipped in sauce.
 
Farms and gardens languished. Many sold their land to SOAR.
 
After all, they preferred eating at one of the wharves.
 
They were addicted, but unaware.
 
Then,  the illnesses began.

Chapter 4

THE WHITE COATS ARE COMING!
 
The BIG HEAD had prepared SOAR for this “step up” and instructed him, for when the time came, to bring in some previously designated people from another village.
 
“This will be a HUGE money maker,” said the BIG HEAD.
 
The people brought in became known as WHITE COATS because, well, that’s what they wore.
 
The WHITE COATS set up booths around the village and began to treat the sick.
 
There were long lines, and long waits, because something appeared to have attacked the villagers’ immune systems.
 
-          Symptoms appeared in the form of boils, canker sores, varicose veins, headaches, yeast infections, fatigue, colds, allergies, bouts of “the flu” – and much more.
 
Soon the WHITE COATS realized the people had been poisoned.
 
But those who spoke up were banished- except for the more outspoken ones, who met with mysterious accidents.
 
The rest decided to just keep quiet.
 
And the villagers complained- they felt terrible, and were spending a HUGE proportion of their wages on WHITE COATS.
 
And FOOD, of course. 
 
But SOAR was prepared for this, too.
 
BIG HEAD had cautioned” There will be those who see what’s happening. They’ll speak up. SO, start ahead of time to diffuse this.
 
Set up INFORMATION CENTERS throughout the village. Hire a staff of entertainers- jugglers and clowns- to draw the people in.
 
As part of the entertainment, they will make fun of anyone who begins to suspect the poisoning.
 
It will be implied that they’re crazy, strange, nuts.
 
The people themselves will turn on them.

Chapter 5

WHEN YOU FEEL BEAT - IS IT TIME TO EAT?
 
Meanwhile…
 
WHITE COATS HEAL, WHITE COATS HEAL, chanted the jugglers as every eye followed the balls-
 
CLOWNS did funny skits about those who suspected poisoning.
 
The villagers actually began to worship the WHITE COATS.
 
Every night they gathered around the INFORMATION CENTERS to watch the jugglers and clowns.
 
Briefly, though- because they were anxious to get to the wharves and FAST BYTES.
 
Their lives revolved around FOOD.
 
FOOD was all they thought about-  and if they didn’t get to eat the poisoned foods, they had withdrawal symptoms.
 
WHAT WAS ACTUALLY HAPPENING:
 
Their brains were now dependent on the poison. With it, they felt positive. Without it, they would crash, or feel depressed.
 
Their bodies constantly sent out a “feed me” signal.
 
As they ate more and more of the poison, their endocrine systems became damaged- then, other organ systems-
 
Their bodies were SO confused, needing more and more poison to “feel good”.
 
And no matter how much they ate, they always wanted more.
 
But there was no time to think about this- they were working all the time.
 
They had to pay the WHITE COATS and food costs kept going up.

Chapter 6

BAH! TO BIG BELLIES
 
 
The INFORMATION CENTERS portrayed SOAR in such a positive light that, year after year, the people of BUD voted for him to be their leader.
 
Meanwhile, their health continued to deteriorate.
 
Among other things, the poison was disrupting enzyme function.
 
(enzymes are the body’s “workers”. For example, if you buy shingles for a new roof, it does no good unless you have a roofer to install the shingles.)
 
Anyway, when enzyme function was impaired, minerals, etc, needed to repair the body couldn’t be “installed”.
 
That meant that even if someone tried to eat some fruits and vegetables along with FAST BYTES favorites, the nutrients might not get installed.

Bodies were inflamed, bellies HUGE. Cells were TOXIC and began to battle with one another.
 
What they were eating had thrown off the interplay between stress, environment, and their genetic blueprints!
 
SOAR knew it was time to bring in the BIG HEAD
 
(this was actually the BIG HEAD that had appeared in his vision.)
 
He had to give it a title-  the BIG HEAD seemed to have a huge ego-

It was:

BUD ADMINISTRATOR of HEALTH
 
For short, BAH

Chapter 7

BEWARE OF BIG ARMS BEARING GIFTS
 
The BIG HEAD became a regular at the information centers.

And of course the people didn’t realize it was JUST a head- because it always appeared behind the INFORMATION BOOTHS.
 
They were, in fact, so spacey that it was now ok to display some of the ARMS.
 
Each arm had its own consciousness,  its own name.
 
Somewhat creepy.
 
The people had to be prepared.
 
…- So they were told each arm would be bringing a gift 
 
They assembled …
 
The first arm to pop out of the BIG HEAD was named CORTI
 
 "I can stop your pain" said CORTI, and held up a vial of a purple powder.
 
"Please give us the powder" cried the people.  "We can make a tincture"
 
“There’s a cost”, said CORTI
 
“But we thought it was FREE” they cried-
 
“Not THIS powder, this is the good stuff” was the reply.
 
They paid, with gratitude.
 
And the purple powder helped somewhat, for a while.  CORTI became very popular.
 
But with repeated tinctures, many began to have other problems. Infections didn’t heal, bones broke easily, wounds festered.

Chapter 8

SIX MORE ARMS…
 
Next was Couma, holding a large vial filled with a red liquid.
 
"I can heal you”, said COUMA,.  "YES", pleaded the people, as they threw coins.
 
But Couma actually seemed to cause some to hemorrhage.
 
At this point many were beginning to be angry at these ARMS.
 
“Arms, arms, arms” they would mutter to themselves.
 
Still, most welcomed the next arm,  Lopy.. "I can heal you" said this arm, It had a small bag of a powder that looked like ground diamonds, and, once paid, sprinkled it over them.
 
But still, day after day, the villagers became sicker, fatter, more exhausted.
 
Most were desperate for help by the time Glucy popped out.
 
But when they took what Glucy offered, their hearts began to fail.
 
Not for ALL of them, but enough to be significant.
 
By this time, many felt hopeless, as if life held no promise.
 
Apathy ruled.
 
But out popped another arm- Zac, . "blah blah blah" he said, pulling out an unusual looking tube, which led to their drinking water.  
 
And the people lost their desire for sex.
 
Because of this, many now seemed to be RULED by sex.
 
More booths were constructed- and contests ran, "How Many Orgasms Can You Have A Day?

Chapter 9

GET YOUR OWN HAPPY HAT!
 
The children were out of control, too. 
 
So arm #6, RITA, appeared.
 
She had treats for the children, designed to calm them down.
 
A few did calm down -
 
But OTHERS- many others- became nervous. They were agitated, anxious. They couldn't sleep-
 
And still others- became MONSTERS
 
By now, the villagers were spending all their money on FOOD, WHITE COATS, and ARMS- but had so many new symptoms - with little abatement of the old- that they went through life in a dazed state of anxiety.
 
"Give us more festivals!" they demanded, hoping that could abate their misery.
 
“MORE WHARFS!
 
“MORE ORGASMS!”
 
But nothing helped.
 
SO, the final arm appeared.
  
HAPPY. 
 
HAPPY offered them a very special poultice. It could be worn over their heads, much like a hat.

And SOAR was stepping in to pay for it.

Soon just about everybody wore a Happy Hat.

Again, some DID benefit. But many others were drowsy all the time, and so weak. Their anxiety was WORSE, not better, Appetites were out of kilter. They seemed confused, and couldn't concentrate. 
 
Because of this, depression was now epidemic., Some even thought of suicide.
 
Others began to harm those around them through emotional or physical force.
 
The HAPPY poultices seemed to be a disaster, but the INFORMATION CENTERS and WHITE COATS kept telling the villagers how helpful they were.
 
SOAR looked out over the villagers, and realized… 

He still had no JOY, and soon, no one else would, either.

Chapter 10

SPREAD THE WORD- ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE
 
But SOAR had underestimated BUD.
 
People were waking up.
 
“Wait a minute!” some dared to say, but in private, just to one another, so the INFORMATION CENTERS wouldn’t call them names…
 
“We used to be so healthy! We had perfect bodies! What happened?”
 
Others said
 
“Think back to the Natural Laws! Maybe this was a test!”
 
A POSITIVE REVOLUTION BEGAN TO BREW

And it was time.

The villagers began to go online, and after researching, discovered that they had been poisoned.

(yes, in fractal fairy tales everybody has computers)

“WHY” they wailed “have we been wasting all ourtime on mindless entertainment when we could have been developing awareness of this situation and finding a solution?”

SOAR was impeached

People planted new gardens, and shared the crops.

More online research showed them how to break the addiction to the poison.

And miracle began to follow miracle.

FAST BYTES was replaced by essential oil shops.

INFORMATION CENTERS began to teach quantum physics and Natural Law

Chapter 11

BUT- BACK TO SOAR

Surely there was some hope for SOAR!

(Remember the Law of Polarity)

In disgrace, he had retreated to the family home and taken solace in HIS addiction. HONEY.

You see, SOAR was a beekeeper. His entire ancestral line – all beekeepers.

As far back as he could remember, he had eaten mass quantities of honey every day.

Now, alone, without friends or family, filled with guilt, he binged

And one night had another vision.

This time not the BIG HEAD

Instead, it appeared to be a woman with grey hair.

“Listen to me”, said the grey headed creature. “Did you know all your life you’ve been consuming mass quantities of the very poison you were putting in the villagers’ food?”

“What!!??” said SOAR- “THE BIG HEAD created the poison”

“Not exactly’ she said.

“Honey can be like a poison, too- even certain fruits, if consumed in excess."

“ARGGGGGGGGGGG” wailed SOAR

What he had done to others he had also been doing to himself!

He had to restore balance to his system.

And then he had to make reparations to the villagers.

He did online research, made a food plan, and began to work with technology to bring back homeostasis to his own system.

(Even bought his OWN SRC4YOU!)

There were good days, and bad-

And then one day:

SOAR FELT AN UNUSUAL SENSATION.

At first he thought he was having a blood pressure spike, except it felt WONDERFUL.

But THEN realized this must be JOY-

It actually felt like he was interfacing with THE BIG BRAIN instead of the BIG HEAD!

Ideas began to FLOOD in -
.
About how to recreate his life.

The FIRST idea was on how to start making things up to the villagers.

For starters, he signed everyone in BUD up for the daily energy clearing group at cathydslaght.com

(To help keep them in homeostasis, too)

Then he set up a fund for financial reparations.

He was, again, beloved in BUD

And everybody lived happily ever after.



THE END

The Legend of Happy Butt by Cathy D. Slaght

Introduction

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

The Singing Peasants Chapter 1

Once upon a time the world was just a series of small villages. They were all magnificent, but the most spectacular was known as FONT.  Its people, even though they lived simple lives, were joyful and prosperous.  Food was plentiful. Font was incredibly beautiful, with green pastures, rolling hills, and forests teeming with wildlife.
 
Back then there were countless natural springs scattered throughout the land.  These springs supplied pure, sparkling water and were well stocked with fish. People gathered around these springs for almost every occasion. They bathed in the springs, had ceremonies, met loved ones- everything focused around the springs. People did not understand that the springs were connected to one another by a vast underground system of waterworks. They had never seen this for themselves, so considered stories about them to be folklore. Still, the springs were the heart of each village. There was one called THE FOUNTAINS in the center of FONT..  

And there was something that set the people of FONT apart from the other villages. It was the singing. People would sit by THE FOUNTAINS and sing every morning at daybreak and again at sunset.  No one could remember how this daily ritual started, but most made it a priority to take part. 

This was the song:

"We are one, we are one, as we're cradled by the Word. We are one, we are one, as we're living in this world. With every thought we think, with every word we speak, our love  flows out infinitely. With every act we do, with every thought, every word ,with our love we are forever one."

It was a beautiful sight to see people gathered at the Fountains, singing this song of love. Many believed this singing was the reason the kingdom prospered as it did. There were some cycles of lack, of course, because life is a series of cycles. But there was no poverty, famine, plagues or war. The peasants didn't even have a concept of these things. 

But some of the peasants refused to sing. They were called, quite simply, "non-singers". " I have no time for this", they would say. "I must put food on the table"

These peasants didn't prosper. They worked night and day to provide their basic needs.   They grew to resent the singers, and would complain bitterly about the noise. As time passed, they began to gather together to lament their fate. Non-singing began to run in families, and as the years passed, non-singers grew in number.

The Singing Peasants Chapter 2

There was really no need for a King in this peaceful village. However, word got out that neighboring villages had "kings". The non-singers, who had started to get extremely vocal in everything but song, started to complain that they also needed such a governing system. So, with time, after many years of going back and forth, and with the birth of more and more non-singers, (they were quite prolific in that department) everyone finally agreed to select a king from their midst.

And so it was.  The first king was DURON. He was selected because he was pure of heart, living a life of service to others.  He  selected a beautiful queen from among the villagers, PERFECTA  and shortly thereafter DURAN and PERFECTA had a son they named BUSTER.

Buster wasn't very smart, or all that attractive, but was held in high esteem because he was a prince. The young girls dreamed that some day he would choose one of them to be his queen, as was intended to be the custom. But this was not to be.

This is because, unknown to the people, and even to DURAN, there was an evil king, EXOR, in a nearby village.  His subjects were his slaves, working day and night to provide for him. (he had long ago slain his own family, as he hated families. He had even set up organizations to discourage family units)  People, except for EXOR and his agents, which were known as wizards, lived in a state of misery, with only the barest of necessities.

These poor people, as if their living/working conditions were not enough, were also hit frequently with plagues and the harshest of weather. When too many years went by without either, the king had a reciprocal agreement with a few other evil kings - they would go to war with one another. This, along with periodic climate catastrophes and disease, kept the numbers of working villagers at a level that could get the king's work done without consuming too many resources.

But a problem was developing. In EXOR'S kingdom the peasants could hear the singing in FONT. It made some resentful, others sad. Truth  is, it was bringing back a distant memory of a time when their village sang a similar song,. There were a few that tried to remember the words and even sing along. This was a risk, though, because if they were caught in this act their tongues would be pulled out. Still, increasing numbers were beginning to softly sing each morning and evening.

EXOR knew if the singing continued he would lose control, because it seemed to emit some kind of energy. The peasants would soon realize there were many of them and only one of him, with just a few wizards. So he called his chief wizard and demanded: "PUT A STOP TO THAT SINGING".  Ordinarily when EXOR wanted to get something done  he could send an army to do the job. He had conquered many villages. But FONT was different. Countless times he had sent his army over, only to have it promptly return. There seemed to be an invisible barrier that kept hostile energy from entering the village. 

There had to be another way. And, of course, there was. 

The wizard had been working with a peasant by the name of VERBENA. Verbena was exquisitely beautiful, and absolutely miserable. She was so desperate to escape the conditions of the village that she had agreed to become the wizard's apprentice. "We will create a spell that will make  Verbena absolutely irresistible to the Prince," said the wizard. "He will be drawn to her, and will make her his bride. Once she is in a position of power she can figure out what that barrier is that blocks the army. She can dismantle it and let the them in, if necessary even one by one.  With that, we can capture the peasants.  That  song will end forever. You, EXOR,  will reign over FONT, and the people will be your slaves."

The Singing Peasants Chapter 3

And so it was, one day soon after, that in FONT, at the top of the hill, there was an amazing sight. The most beautiful woman anyone could ever imagine appeared. She was dressed richly and was mounted on a handsome steed. As she descended, a crowd gathered. Soon  they  parted to allow DURA, PERFECTA, and BUSTER to greet her. And, true to the spell, it was love at first sight when Buster saw Verbena.

Actually, everyone fell in love with her. She had a mane of thick black hair that reached her ankles. It flowed around her as if it were a cape. Her eyes were the most beautiful shade of violet anyone had ever seen. Her lips were full, and her skin glowed. When she smiled, hearts would melt. The Prince asked her to be his bride that very day. Preparations for the wedding began immediately.

When the day arrived, it was a wedding like no other. The celebration went on for days. Buster was absolutely mesmerized by Verbena, and lived just to be with her. But there was a problem. Shortly after the wedding, Verbena grew depressed. Finally, she wouldn't even let Buster into the marital bed. "What is it", pleaded Buster.

"We live like the common man", she said. "That isn't proper, because we are the rulers. The peasants are not revering us in the proper way." Buster, who didn't even know what "revere" meant, asked "What do you want me to do?" 

"We need elegant clothes" said Verbena. "Make the peasants bring their finest furs and fabrics to a tailor we personally select. We should have magnificent attire. Then, let us have a parade every evening. Command everyone to attend, so they can see our radiance."

"But", said Buster, "we sing at the springs every evening."

Sadly, Verbena confessed. "I love to sing for others. It is my heart, my passion. Since arriving here I have not been able to perform.  Let  me sing after the parade. I'm actually quite talented. And that singing every morning and evening - it's so dated! They can still do their singing every morning if they feel so inclined. I would be SO happy if I could sing each evening after the parade. "

"That's it?", exclaimed Buster. "Yes", Verbena nodded shyly, as she took his hand and headed for the marital bed. Because she was leading the way, he did not see her look of disgust.

And so it was that Verbena began to dismantle the energy of the kingdom. 

THE TALE OF THE SPUTTERING BRAINS by Cathy D. Slaght

Part I

​Once upon a time, there was a Benevolent Being whose hobby was creating and populating planets. This Creator was profoundly talented, so, as you might guess, each creation was better than the one before.

Inevitably, there would be a masterpiece - and there was- a planet called Earth. It was, by far, the most beautiful of all the planets.  As for the beings -- the Creator had tried something different. He'd given them a spark of His own energy.  The unexpected result was that He now viewed this particular creation -- known as humans -- as his children. 

He began to focus his energy on this particular planet above all others. He loved the inhabitants so much He set up a trust fund for them. The intention was their needs would always be met. 

CLARIFICATION OF TRUST FUND: The humans operated as what we might best refer to as biological computers. The CPU was the brain, DNA was the software, and so on. They ran on subtle electricity. 

So, the trust fund came in the form of an infinite web of informational energy that could be processed by their electrical systems. It was their innernet, so to speak. As long as they were "online", all their needs would be met. What would keep them connected was the strength of their electrical spark or voltage.

As word of this spread throughout the Universe, beings on another planet, Mars, became envious. 

(Until then, all that had been experienced was the high vibratory emotion of Love. But when this lower vibratory emotion of envy emerged, it opened the door to pride, resentment, a desire for revenge -- and much more.) 

The leaders of Mars were ready to throw a cosmic temper tantrum and destroy this newest creation. But another planet known as Datha stepped in.

Datha was the witch planet.

(There were dog planets, cat planets, every kind of planet you could think of!)

"Instead of destroying all those resources," cackled their representative, "let's enslave the planet and its people. This will be the best way to get even with the One. We’ll then be in complete control of the planet.” 

She outlined a simple plan:

1. The only way to enslave planet Earth is to take the inhabitants offline. This means we must dim that spark that came from the Creator by lowering their collective voltage. 

2. The way to accomplish this is to hijack their large intestines.

(MURMURING)

 But she'd done her research:

"The large intestine," she explained, “controls their voltage. Its role is to nourish the body by turning everything eaten into fluids for the body to assimilate. But, fortunately for us, it's also capable of compressing a great deal of excrement. There are plenty of nooks and crevices, so it can get impacted if we colonize it. This filth can be absorbed into the bloodstream instead of nutrients.”

Their CPUs, or brains, will then be nourished by their own excrement. Their voltage will crash.

(WILD APPLAUSE, LAUGHTER)

And so it was that spaceships were sent to colonize the intestines of the earthlings. Of course, no Martians volunteered for this yucky job. Super delegates were chosen to decide who would go. It ended up that those from mountainous regions were drafted.

People on earth were oblivious. Most of them didn't know about the trust fund, so were already experiencing some self-imposed disconnection from the innernet. But with the arrival of the Martians, things got much worse. Everybody's intestines became engorged with excrement. This then absorbed into their bloodstreams, nourishing their brains. 

People felt trapped, unhappy, unmotivated, but didn't understand why. They understood that they couldn't seem to clear their large intestines regularly. Most of them had HUGE bellies. There seemed to be a sheet, or lining, of something HARD, immovable. They actually referred to this immovable lining as a SHEET. 

Because their brains were being fed with excrement, they made stupid -- even disastrous -- decisions. 

This coined a term, "Sheet for brains". 

But the Martians who had colonized the intestines were about to mutiny. They were miserable, living in excrement, you can only imagine. But it turned out that a certain food, processed sugar, made them very happy. So, a witch did a spell to make the people on earth crave sugar. The intestinal Martians were happy and became even more productive. 

And so it was that Earth was taken over by Martians.

Some even took human form and became the kings, queens, elected officials and celebrities -- except for those who were stuck in intestines.

Witches were in positions of prominence, too. 

The humans suffered from war, famine, disease, poverty, it seemed endless.

Part II

People on earth should have been living in paradise. Instead, they were constantly being traumatized by wars, disease, and lack in all its forms.

This was because, as you know, they had lost their connection to the innernet.   

With the Martian colonization of their intestines, they were now nourishing their brains with excrement. In trying to correct the situation, the intestines were robbing from the body's fluid reserves. 

So, along with their CPUs/brains getting information from excrement, brains were also dehydrated.

(The brain is supposed to be 87% water.)

Voltage had tanked.

In this condition, the first step was taken towards converting them into the most profitable resource on the planet -- the human farm.

The next step was to make them afraid of death. This made them easy to control. Before, they had understood that they would never die. Now their brains could not access that program.

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NOTE ON DEATH*

*All living creatures are energetic beings. Some refer to this essence as "spirit".  Spirit inserts itself into what is known, cosmically, as a "body envelope" to experience life as we know it. Certain mechanisms like brains, organs, etc., are part of this apparatus. 

The body envelope may be defective, get damaged, or wear out. But spirit does not die. It simply moves to another band of frequency.
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ANY kind of fear was a powerful mechanism for lowering voltage - but fear of death was the masterpiece.

Next, lines were drawn on the planet. People were placed between these lines, entrained with one another, and taught to fear those who were in between other lines.

This created so many problems they came to believe they could not govern themselves. So, came chiefs and shamans, then kings, queens, and popes, much later presidents, prime ministers, celebrities. 

(Remember, their brains weren't functioning correctly.)

In certain regions, people had the impression they CHOSE their leaders. But human brains could be manipulated to produce any illusion. 

Here's what was really happening:

People would elect the candidate of their choice. After being elected, that person would reward them by figuratively hitting them on the head with a club. Every few years, this process repeated. 

The people would typically re-elect the one with the biggest club.

Their excrement-nourished brains just couldn't process the reality of the situation.

Predators ruled the earth. Corporations, the banking system, the pharmaceutical industry, medical cartels - all Martians, farmers of humans.

People lived in a state of fear.

The Martians, internal and external, enjoyed the ride. 

But, they had misjudged the Creator.

Humans had come equipped with a fail-safe feature. It was an emergency system, set to connect to the innernet automatically when the voltage was dangerously low.

For some, this system was activating.

And a wind began to emerge.

(Not THAT kind of wind -- flatulence had been around ever since the Martians had first invaded.)

And maybe "wind" is the wrong word. But something was changing. 

Here's what it was:

The human fail-safe system, or backup battery, had kicked in. There was now sufficient voltage to re-connect to the innernet. And this wasn't an accident -- there are no accidents. This was how their powerful systems had been designed to operate.

At first, only a few signed back on. The human mind -- with or without aliens -- is reluctant to unlearn the old and reach out for the new.

But this tiny number of people pulled in knowledge on how to clear their intestines of excrement. WATER!  PURE WATER! 2 OR MORE LITERS A DAY! 

Increasing numbers of intestinal Martians had to take their spaceships and go home.

A movement was born.

People came out of a deep sleep. Suddenly they realized they had been so busy with mundane pastimes that they had overlooked REALITY.

And what was THAT?

They could pull in an abundant life; the Creator had made it available to each of them. All they had to do was open up to a higher voltage or life force. This higher voltage, which had been available to them all along, would attract whatever they needed.

Even the scientists controlled by the Martians woke up. They confirmed the existence of this very special energy. 

(They lost their pensions, but that was OK -- they had figured out their true Source.) 

People were murmuring:

"Our leaders talk about peace, but their actions are violent.” 

"Wouldn't it be great if we all got along?"

"Our food, air and water seem to be making us sick!"

The Martians hadn't been prepared for this shift.

They bombarded the people with FEAR images through mass media.  

But a tipping point had been reached. The MASSES now realized how they'd been manipulated by these images. They'd started having "television burning" parties in stadiums around the world.

(The Martians brought in reinforcements from the GOON PLANET, hoping to break these parties up. It didn't work.) 

The Martians had forgotten an unbendable rule of the Universe -- 

There is no destructive force that cannot be overcome by TRUTH.

They retreated, as did the vampire, witch, and goon aliens. 

(Dog and cat aliens stayed. They had been working undercover for the Creator, teaching unconditional love.) 

There was no more war, disease, or famine on earth. 

In fact, there was no lack of anything.

People continued to drink 2 or more liters of pure water daily.

Everybody lived happily ever after.

The End.