Screenwriter for James Montana Scripts - working on assorted spec scripts. “I envision a story and bring it to life” BMD
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I am pleased to announce my new science-fiction book release for September 2022.
BLACK ANGELS by Bari Marcus Anthony
“Drug addict war hero seeks revenge for brother’s death, risking his crew in a mining expedition on planet Earth for the priceless Rose Crystal, essential to saving their species from a deadly virus.”
An exciting thriller scifi horror genre sure to keep you glued to your seat. Features surprising literary Easter Eggs, carefully placed throughout the novel, including open-enders, clueing the reader to possibly another book ; creating characters and timelines into a complex web of future references.
It’s sure to captivate the film industry into a possible Scifi trilogy movie, where directors would love to get their hands on.
Here’s the full author release :
Bari Marcus Anthony has been writing science-fiction since childhood. First published cookbook, Canadian Recipes of the Great White North in 2008. Before writing his Sci-fi manuscript, he started with screenplays and promoting his short stories on his website, James Montana Scripts, in hope to sell scripts and short stories.
Black Angels — the Origin was published live with Amazon books on August 25 2022 and released on September 1st 2022.
Raised in the Okanagan Valley, British Columbia, Canada, Bari continued writing skills with Okanagan College in Kelowna, BC ; Applied Arts.
After his two year course, he realized writing wasn’t going to feed his family, so he went to Thompson Rivers University in Kamloops, BC to take architectural drafting technician course.
In addition to being a prolific writer, Bari is a devoted father and grandfather, dedicated to his family. He’s been married to lovely Patricia for 43 years ; his children, Tianndra & Trisha, now grown up, are deeply cherished, as well as his grandkids, Zoe, Ella and Logan.
Bari & Patricia’s first born, Jenni Michelle, tragically died at a young age, due to a strange disease called Kawasaki. He has contributed to the Children’s Stollery Foundation in Edmonton, Alberta. A percentage of his books sales will go towards this foundation.
If you enjoy science fiction as much as I do, I’m sure you’ll enjoy my latest book, BLACK ANGELS.
Where to buy my book
Paperback version ( 5 X 8 ) typical paperback / 207 pages
Did you know the historical Roman Colosseum was named “Flavian Amphitheatre ”[ Latin : Amphitheatrum Flavium Italian :” Anfiteatro Flavio”] after three emperors during the Flavian dynasty ?
In short, the Flavian dynasty ruled Rome Empire from AD 69 – 96 by Roman Emperor Vespasian and after his death, by his two sons, Titus and Domitian.
The Flavian Amphitheatre was built in order to distract Roman citizens from the financial burden imposed by the former psycho, Emperor Nero. In fact, Roman never really recovered from Nero’s footprint. The clever Vespasian outsmarted his revel’s more then once, and the Grand Flavian Amphitheatre wasn’t any different. He financially built the Amphitheatre with the Jewish War spoils and by using the wealth of his Senators. Under the careful eye of Vespasian, the Senators were sponsors. In other words, it was in the Senates best interest to offer their wealth to the people of Rome. As a sponsor, the Senators received cutbacks in taxes, plus other benefits. Such as, they’re families were spared from hardship. In turn, the Senators promoted their favourite Gladiators, whom the Roman people loved and honoured. It was a great way to get the peoples support to the Senate.
On the outside Emperor Vespasian seemed like a good emperor, however, he was just another good politician. In fact, he secretly stole his wife’s grandfather’s wealth by having him killed. He also renewed old taxes and created new ones, increasing taxes to each provinces, while keeping a watchful eye upon the treasury officials. Eventually his greed got the best of him, with his own people killing him on the streets. Politicians have followed his lead for centuries, even today, where there’s new taxes imposed on a yearly basis. When an economy is failing, imposing new taxes tricks everyone to believe the economy is growing, when its not.
Even though millions of slaves and Gladiators were killed during their fight-for-their-life performances, the sporting event was organized with Teams of Gladiators, similar to sport teams of today. Only difference, our teams aren’t butchered.
Thanks to the Romans, they incorporated an ingenious ticketing system; we use the same system today. Of course, in any sporting arena there must be food and drinks available. Interesting, their finger food consist of pork ribs and chicken wings, both dipped in tomato or a salty fish sauce. Again, much like today, except the fish sauce. However, the drinks were not beer (such a shame – lol ) simply because it was classified as a barbarian drink, such as the Germanic Tribes, who the Romans constantly fought with. The Roman drink was, of course, red wine 🍷. Unlike how we drink wine straight from the bottle to the glass, the Romans watered it down. As well, a generous portion of water was always available to prevent drunken riots and fights.
An unfortunate fact : women were only allowed to participate in the nose-bleed section of the Colosseum. Even the Emperor’s wife wasn’t allowed near her husband’s side. Thank goodness for modern times. Never did understand the division of men and women.
Believe it or not, the Flavian Amphitheatre had self flushing toilets ; not exactly like ours today, but a clever use of their engineered aqueducts. Aqueducts simply were buried conduits of stone, brick, or concrete, supplying water to the Colosseum with public baths, latrines and drinking fountains.
Public toilets were indeed public, seating all together in a row, without walls, taking a dump while talking to your neighbour. Oh my god — thank goodness for our modern bathrooms.
The Flavian Amphitheatre was another political ploy, allowing Roman citizens to feel like they’re rubbing shoulders with the elite, with the best part, tickets were free. The Roman Games would make our holiday events look like nothing, in comparison. Games would last as little as 100 days and as long as 1000 days.
Great times for the Romans, not so much for their slaves, animals and Gladiators. They spared no expense to have all kinds of exotic animals, such as tigers, lions, leopards, hippo’s, ostrich’s, bears and elephants. Unfortunately, over a million people and three times that, in animals were brutally slain.
With that being said, the Flavian Amphitheatre was an architectural wonder accommodating over 40,000 spectators. It was 170 ft high (52 m) with an overall perimeter of 1730 ft (527 m) covered in marble, travertine slab stone ( a strong light limestone material) , volcanic rock, Roman invented cement and bronze statues throughout its perimeter.
It’s quite amazing the Flavian Amphitheatre is still standing today, considering all the vandalism throughout history, including natural earthquakes. With its dark history, the Flavian Amphitheatre is a great ancient structure any tourist must see, when visiting Italy 🇮🇹.
PS — Did you know, Vespasian son, Titus reign had the most destructive natural disasters? Yes, it’s true — In 79 Mount Vesuvius volcano erupted upon Pompeii and Herculaneum. On top of that, a year later, Rome was on fire and had to deal with the Black Plague, at the same time. Go figure! Today, we have to deal with tsunamis, earthquakes and COVID.
Today Patricia and I pay remembrance to the passing of our Little girl Jenni. Nov 5th 1980 was and still is one of the most horrific days of our lives. We were living in Calgary; me a young architectural draftsman for UMA ( Underwood & McLellan Associates ) during the day, and Patricia working nights as a bartender for an established high-end restaurant. We couldn’t afford daycare or a babysitter in those days, so we “make do” with the little income we had.
Living in the “Bowness” community just a few minutes from Bowness Park in the neighbourhood and former town in west Calgary, Alberta.
We rented a two bedroom basement duplex a few blocks away from Bow River. Just South of us the city of Calgary was in the process of building the Canada Olympic Park (COP), formerly known as Paskapoo Ski Hill. Canada Olympic Park was one of the venues for the 1988 Winter Olympics, being the primary venue for ski jumping, bobsleigh, and luge.
And — that was the reason WE were in Calgary in 1980. UMA Engineering Firm had one of the contracts to begin designing the Canada Olympic Park, including Site Plans as far away as Kananaskis Country. I was called in from Edmonton UMA firm to begin the 8 year process of planning and development of this huge project. At the time, I was just a Junior architectural draftsman, hand-drawing architectural plans, per instructions from the highly trained Architects and Engineers.
So — the three of us moved to Calgary to further my career as an architectural draftsman. Our first months in Calgary was a happy one. Patricia, Jenni and I would explore Calgary sites, such as the Zoo and the Heritage Park Historical Village where Hollywood western movies were made, such as the classic “ The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford“ starring Brad Pitt ( Jesse James) and Casey Affleck ( Robert Ford).
I remember carrying Jenni around in a kangaroo front pouch so she would be able to see the sites of the Heritage Park Historical Village. Less then a year old, Jenni eye expressions would dictate to us she enjoyed our weekend outings. One weekend we even had the opportunity to visit the town of Banff.
Everything was going well until one evening Jenni seemed more agitated then what we considered normal. As any frightened parent, I phoned our local doctor. Concerned, he made a home visit ( which is totally unheard of these days). He noticed a rash on her body, which seem unusual but not overly strange for babies of her age. He said,” If it persists, take her to the Foothills Hospital and we’ll do a complete check up.
The next evening Jenni became even more agitated with a spiking fever. Her eyes were red and the rash became more announced. It was then I phoned Patricia ( who was working nights) and explained I’m going to take her to emergency at the Foothills. Getting to the hospital, Patricia met me. As any worried parents, we wanted answers. They admitted Jenni ; after trial & error, and many specialized doctors, everyone was totally baffled to why Jenni’s temperature increased to an unsafe level. Every day and night, Patricia and I took turns being there for Jenni. The nurses would cool her down by using cool baths and a constant fan by her bed. No matter what they did Jenni’s temperature became critical. The both of us were complete distraught to the point of exhaustion. It didn’t matter, we would never leave Jenni alone. We held and hugged her as much as possible to show her, everything would be ok, and that, we were there for her.
That evening, it was my shift to be with Jenni. I gave Jenni a cool-down bath and held her some more. She began to show signs of improvement. Jenni was hungry ! That indeed is a good sign, I thought. So I was able to feed her. I remember she smiled at me with contentment.
The nurse came in, urging me, that maybe it’s a good time to go get some rest. Nodding in agreement, I decided she was right. Before putting Jenni back to bed for the night, I kissed her on the cheek. She really looked content, however I noticed her little fingers looked bluish then normal. Concerned I went to the front desk where an Intern was stationed. Explaining what I saw seemed unusual, he just looked at me with his arrogant stance and said,” Are you a doctor ?”
I said,” No. But maybe we can call our doctor ?”
This redhead seemed determined to piss me off, flatly refusing to call my physician. The nurse came over and encouraged me to go home and get some sleep. Shrugging my shoulders, I nodded, but was discouraged over the response of this intern. I knew he thought me as this young kid in my twenties who didn’t know what I was talking about. Giving up the argument, I went home.
The minute I got home, I received a emergency call from one of the nurses, that I had better get back to the hospital as soon as possible. She told me Jenni experienced a cardiac arrest and unfortunately the doctor on-call could not revive her.
Completely in rage, I rushed back to the Foothills hospital in dismay. By the time I arrived, Patricia was holding Jenni in her arms, crying intensely.
Our little Jenni didn’t survive. We were in complete sorrow. Weeks later, we learned Jenni died of severe complications from an unknown disease called Kawasaki disease, also known as mucocutaneous lymph node syndrome.
1. The time we had with Jenni will be cherished the rest of our lives.
2. Physicians should pay attention to the parents. We may not have the training, but we may have some valuable information that could assist the doctors on call. In Jenni’s case, the bluish fingers could of lead the emergency doctors to act. But due to the arrogance of one intern, Jenni died.
3. If the Kawasaki syndrome is caught in time, death is preventable. Apparently survival rate is 90 percent.
4. Kawasaki disease had puzzled doctors for over 150 years, until recent years. “Dr. Tomisaku Kawasaki, who first described what is now known as Kawasaki Disease (KD), and recent reports of a multisystem inflammatory disease in children associated with the severe acute respiratory syndrome coronavirus 2 (SARS-CoV-2) (MIS-C), makes a review on KD and MIS-C timely. Kawasaki Disease is a systemic vasculitis with predilection for coronary arteries occurring mostly in early childhood. The main features are high fever, extensive skin rash, cheilitis with red, cracking, bleeding lips and strawberry tongue, conjunctivitis, erythema and induration of hands and feet, subsiding with periungual peeling, cervical lymphadenopathy, and coronary artery dilation/aneurysms.
Due to the COVID virus, Kawasaki disease was brought front and centre, because both coincide with each other. “Atypical Kawasaki disease, Kawasaki-like disease, Kawasaki-COVID-19, paediatric inflammatory multisystem syndrome temporally associated with SARS-CoV-2, macrophage activation syndrome, myocarditis, toxic shock syndrome.” Read more
5. Kawasaki disease is said to be more prominent in children of Asian descent. However, we are not even close to Asian. Just recently, due to the COVID virus more Caucasian children have the Kawasaki disease symptoms. The earliest record symptom was, believe it or not, from London, when, in the year of our lord 1870, a seven year old boy died of this unknown disease. Interesting, Kawasaki disease is prone to attack younger children five years old and younger. It’s strange the symptoms started with a seven year old Caucasian boy. This proves this syndrome isn’t clearly understood, as of yet.
6. The loss of a child is extremely traumatizing to all parents involved. Life goes on, however you never forget such a loss.
7. Time never makes a difference in relationship to the loss.
8. The graphic digital drawing above is what I would like to perceive Jenni’s soul exploring the Cosmic Universes like the fictional, Jedi Rey Skywalker of the Star Wars saga. If Jenni had a chance in life, what would have she achieved?
Today, we have two wonderful daughters, Tianndra and Trisha. They never met Jenni but I believe if they did, would have loved her the same as we do.
In Conclusion, Patricia and I will keep thinking and remembering Jenni’s birth to the day we lost her. As a parent, you’ll always have that worry of your children, hoping they will succeed past you. We worry, we love and we hope.
“May The Force Be With Her Soul Exploring The Afterlife”
Rest In Peace Jenni – We miss and love YOU forever.
Human Beings are indeed complex. You’re plagued by your own intelligence, seeking to answer these three pervasive questions. The ‘GOD’ question has caused your species grief and constant wars throughout mankind’s history.
“Are We Alone ?” is increasingly troublesome, only because, if you are alone in this universe, what’s the point of being here ? Is your species just another experiment by the ‘GOD’ figure ?
Is it true to say,” You’re on a short timeline, where you must get it right, before your existence is wiped off the face of Earth.”
Listen carefully—
I’m a Time Traveller. My name is Bastet. It’s means Goddess of protection. However, right now, it’s totally irrelevant who or what I am.
I came back to warn you, time is running out.
Before you get your britches in a knot, I must confess, it’s a bizarre conclusion and, initially you’re not going to like the answer you are about to hear. It’s more than likely, arrogant scientist will scoff at the very idea, I’m about to present to the rest of mankind.
My God, it’s true when they say,” You are all lost souls.” Your species are so alone, only by the laws of time and space itself. Millions of earth-like civilizations have come and gone, from one catastrophe to another, long before our Earth civilization was ever born. It’s true when you hear, your civilization is headed in the same direction, be it a global virus, an asteroid or world war, unless we act now, before it’s too late.
However, don’t become discouraged. There’s still time, but you must put away your social, political and religious differences and begin to work together, as a human race. If you don’t, you’ll become extinct, just like the dinosaurs before you. I’m not here to deter you. In fact, I’m here to let you on a very fundamental secret, that will make you think I’ve gone mad.
I’ve been away from this universe for sometime, which was, but just a few months in relationship to your time on Earth. Believe you me, when I tell you, astrophysicists of this timeline would say my journey was utterly impossible. Astronomers will collect the data and realize the very existence of Black Holes will destroy the reality we believe in.
However, I’ve been there. I experienced it. I saw it with my own eyes.
It’s beyond the physical laws that we thought we knew. And it’s all due to the discovery of those illusive damn Black Holes !
OMG ! If only you heard the heartbeat of a Black Hole, it defies everything you thought you ever knew. It literally beats to its own drum – seriously! Truly a beautiful sound, but at the same time, our known universe is in a precarious situation filled with uncertainty.
Ok. So I’ve strung you along long enough. It’s time to reveal how theoretical science is interrelated with our physical universe, where physicists use quantum physics and general relativity to explain it. String Theory, Black Matter, Black Holes and Floating Molecules are the key to everything. Each is the very counterpart and correlate, each is the very life and soul, of the other.
String Theory helps explain quantum mechanics and Einstein’s theory of general relativity. General Relativity lets you understand how gravity affects the fabric of space-time. Without bogging you down with all the mathematical reasoning of the two, let’s just say ‘String Theory’ are quivering magnetic particles ; in essence, super gravity with eleven dimensional properties. It helps explain gravity ,whereas the standard model of physics doesn’t.
General Relativity controls the mysterious gravitational pull, which in turn, effects space and time, itself. It explains Now.
Let’s throw in the massive Black Holes where everything is connected. We already know there’s a bunch of smaller Black Holes through our Milky Way, but nothing in comparison to the Supermassive Black Holes, Messier 87 (also known as Virgo A or NGC 4486) are the engines of the universe, collecting matter ( aka, planet and stars) as its fuel. I’ve been on the other side of the supermassive Black Hole, Messier 87.
It’s true !
I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t even believe exists. Ten red planets orbiting precariously close to it’s parent star, bleeding out a steady stream of blood, as each are being eaten alive. Alien warships resembling the Super Star Destroyer, Executer, crashing to the surface of a Giant sized Jupiter burning brightly into glowing embers. I saw civilizations a thousand times more advanced then earth’s, where roads don’t even exist. Their skies are dotted with streamlined flying cars where antigravity is their source of lift. I was terrified to see a planet full of flesh eating zombies while another occupies vampires, where they herd Homo sapiens, like you do cattle. My ancient ancestors would be totally amazed.
Now, get this !
Matter can’t be destroyed. It can manipulated and change shape but it will never fully vanish into thin air. So, what happens to all that matter being pulled into the supermassive Black Hole. In 1970’s Stephen Hawking started playing around with the theory of ‘Information Paradox’. At that time in history, Stephen thought information was…
“ Hawking showed that particle–antiparticle pairs generated at the event horizon – the outer periphery of a black hole – would be separated. One particle would fall into the black hole while the other would escape, making the black hole a radiating body.
Hawking’s theory implied that, over time, a black hole would eventually evaporate away, leaving nothing.”
However, Hawking’s recanted the thought that information would eventually disappear, during a bet with John Preskill, of Caltech, who believed information couldn’t evaporate into nothing, but was eventually returned into another form. Hence, the understanding, matter can never be destroyed, only to change into another form of matter.
This theory is now acceptable within the astrophysicist’s community. With this theory, it’s now a possibility black holes could be forming another brand new universe on the other side.
Now, it gets more interesting, when Noble Peace Prize winner, my friend, Dr Smith, discovered how to genetic manipulate human molecules into what he called,” The Floating Molecules”. This controversial procedure change the human molecular composition into floating translucent molecules, finally making teleportation a reality.
Yes ! That’s what I said. Teleportation of a living human being !
You’re thinking I’m totally mad and I don’t blame you thinking so, because it’s above anything mankind has ever accomplished. In disbelief you’re going to mock me, telling me your molecules would be destroyed. In conventional thinking, you would be one hundred percent correct. However, every atom, every molecule of your DNA can be duplicated. In essence, your molecules are transported through the theory of ‘Quantum Entanglement’, where there’s a copy of a molecule. Add in Dr. Smith’s teleportation and …voila!
By Einstein’s theory, molecules have a “spooky action at a distance,” of another set of molecules, that travel faster then the speed of light.
Yes. That’s correct. Faster then the speed of light and time itself !
Nevertheless, the molecules of you on the other side of ‘Time and Space’ is essentially a copy of YOU. Exactly…there’s another copy of you, whose able to travel faster then time itself. Depending how many times you Time Travel, will depend how many copies of you are.
And so…
This is where I come in. As said, I’m a Time Traveller who has a troubling message for all of mankind. If you don’t get your sh#@*t together, a natural disaster will answer your question for you.
Will we survive the dinosaurs fate ?
This will depend totally on your actions in the next 35 – 40 years. After that, the Human Species will be Alone in the Universe, only because you didn’t get the time to spread the human race to other planets. You will die alone, not knowing there’s another intelligent race on another planet, who haven’t reached their potential, as of yet. Each race separated by thousands to millions of years, or by the distance of galaxies, will have the same odds as we did.
The question is,” Will the human race keep squabbling about
social, political and religious differences, getting no where. Or will the human race get their act together and begin reaching the stars, like you were supposed to do in the first place. That’s what the ancient ancestors designed you for.
The last question,” Is there a GOD ?”
What I’ve learned through time travel, you never really die. Remember what I said ? Matter is never destroyed. It just changes into another form. Do we become another form of life. It’s understood we do.
For centuries, it’s been written and documented, human beings have a soul. After your body dies, the essence form of your soul heads back into the cosmic realm of life and death. However, if you misused your soul, it then transform back into the earth as dust.
Trust me when I say there’s evil within your souls. You have the freedom of choice, to make your souls good for the next journey, or, you can abuse it and end of up in what religious people refer to as ’Hell’. Hell is known as ‘Hades’ , the god of the dead. It simple means, your soul returns to the earth and will never enter the journey of transformation ever again. That’s as close to the term of death, as you’ll get. The matter will just change into the dust of the earth. Death is pretty much final. Even atheists will have to agree here.
But does this answer the question?
No. GOD is not a person or thing. When Jesus said,” “Follow Me” (Matt 4:19) He meant, to follow his soul into righteousness, preparing your soul for good, instead of evil. Follow me into the realms of the heavens, where your individual soul will transform into another form of matter, continuing the cycle of life and death. GOD is an entity of you all, from the past, present and future. You will never know who or what you were before.
So — I hope this valuable information takes you to another level of conscience, and please take heed to my warnings. It’s all up to you now. I’ve said my peace.
Peace to you all my brothers and sisters.
This Time Traveller is heading back into an unknown future. Will I see a future for mankind or will there evolve another species on earth, altogether ? That answer is totally up to you, right now, before you become a distant memory, like the dinosaurs.
I have this recurring dream running on autopilot my whole life. It’s my belief there must be something universal about this kind of dream within our spiritual universe where time and space no longer exists.
I DREAM OF YOU
I dream for you with me . I see you in my dreams. You’re on top of the mountain with the wind sweeping your long hair. The view on top of the mountain showcases an endless valley of snow peak jagged mountain peaks with a bluish-green river cutting through the green forest in the far distance.
It all seems like slow motion as you turn your eyes towards me. You smile, happy to see me. It’s like we’ve been apart for a lifetime. I reach out to embrace you. My eyes final focus, you are truly beautiful. I know you. I know you ! It’s been too long and I’m afraid I might never see you again. Our souls touch into one , as our love for each other will never end. No matter how many lives we had apart, we still come back together as one because our love is forever more.
Interpretation
It’s the same dream, but when I awake you’re gone. Alas, one day, as certain as death and taxes, I’m sure to be united once again. It makes you think if there’s indeed reincarnation ; our souls head into the light of a spiritual world, greeted by other souls you seek. Then, without time and space, your soul decides to be reborn. Maybe this is the way…
Making all this more confusing, I see a beautiful woman similar, if not the same, as Sharon Tate. This has been bugging me for some time, so I reached into my artistic creativity, to share with you the face I see. I’m not very good at drawing/painting portraits, but I hope it visualizes what I see.
If you’re not familiar with Sharon Tate, she was an actress who was unfortunately brutally murdered, along with her friends Sebring, Frykowski and Folger on August 9, 1969. Sharon was pregnant, only 26 years old.
At this time in my life, I was only 12 years old. This tragedy really struck a blow to me, a heartache of depression, that I never could understand. The incident certainly left me stunned and bewildered for some time, and I never forgot it.
Could my recurring dream have something to do with it ? I’m not sure, but there seems to be an unconscious connection. Whatever the reason, sometimes I feel loss in this world, seeking for my dream to come true.
The event I’m about to tell you is real. No smoking mirrors, just the truth.
It’s my belief Death is NOT the final word. There’s life after life, we like to refer to as the Spiritual world. Unfortunately we have a hard time convincing ourselves of that, unless we had the experience of being brought back to life after a tragic accident. It’s like anything else in life, if you haven’t experienced it your brain can’t conceive it’s true.
We are hardwired for scientific facts. If we can’t explain it, see or hear it, it doesn’t exist.
Your brain can do inconceivable things in our physical world. The only thing we can relate with our spiritual world is dreaming. Dreams seem to take us on a wild ride, trying to relate our consciousness experiences from the day or week before, and sometimes, even recurring dreams from a year ago.
But one thing is clear to us all —
Without our brain, the body ceases to function. To most of us that means certain death. However, death isn’t final. It may be to our physical body, but there’s still the question, “ Do we have a soul ?”
Our Soul and Beyond
Beyond our physical world, human beings have used religion, to explain the spiritual world. Ironically, it’s our physical brain trying to process what we see and hear. To me, there’s more to the spiritual world then using religious undertones. For example, Japanese people don’t separate the dead from the living. To the Japanese, it’s a transition into another spiritual dimension. As said by a monk, “…death is like shoji on a sliding door “. ( a Shoji is a thin piece of paper on the door). In other words, the once living transitions to the other side.
Religious followers call it our soul, but I to refer it to the entity of who we are, as a person. You most likely heard this before, “I think therefore I am.” Father of Modern Philosopher Rene Descartes (during the 17th century) is responsible for this quote. Our consciousness can also be related to our soul. The soul can be used in context to an “energy source” leaving our bodies when we die in this physical world.
In the religious world, it’s believe we have either good or evil souls. As a matter of fact, each religion warns us we better listen to God or you’ll surely be punished. To me, religion is just another form of control.
Without relating to the religious theories , my mind believes we make a conscious decision to be good or bad. It’s our choice in this physical world we live in.
With that said, let me tell you the true events, preceiving the notion, there’s Life after Life —
Life After Life
In the 1970’s I was in my late teens, living in Vernon, British Columbia. A time where you’re still trying to find yourself. During this adolescence period, my girlfriend, Patricia (now wife) and I had a trio of friends. There’s Scott and his girlfriend, Lori, along with Alfred, nickname Alf. Alf and Scott became inseparable friends, having similar interests. They both enjoyed tinkering with early model sports cars and had deep conversations dealing with math and science. Of course they loved Star Trek.
All of us would hang out together, be it a campfire bush party, the local clubs or spending at one another’s place. Our last time together as a group, was the last summer before heading to College. If I remember correctly, Scott was going to become an engineer. Alf was thinking about going to UBC, while I started to prepare for my second year at Okanagan College, taking the Fine Arts Program.
For me, this summer was a time of turmoil, as I fought a different path my father wanted me on. To make a long story short, he kicked me out of his house, ending up staying with Patricia’s family until the end of the summer.
One day Alf came over to see Us. He asked me if I would be interested in seeing a fortuneteller with him. Alf was sort of crazy like that. Out-of-the-blue ideas just came to his head, and without hesitation, he acted on them. Didn’t really see any harm in it, so I thought it would be fun to see what kind of future was in store for me.
We drove over to the BX area of Vernon, where Alf instructed me to pull into this trailer park. Looking at this rundown trailer, I question his sanity, saying,” You sure you want to do this?”
Alf laughed it off, he waved me on, saying,” Come on! Are you scared ?”
Of course I said no, but had my doubts about this fortune-telling venture. Paying out $40 for the two of us, was a big deal to me back then. Siding with scepticism, we walked up the rotting stairs of the trailer. Knocking on the screen door, we were met with this older man who seem to haven’t shaved in days. He introduced us to his wife with curlers in her hair, puffing on the short end of a cigarette butt. Now I was siding with caution, thinking these two were going to murder us. Without hesitation, the old man took me to one room, while Elf went to another (with his wife) to have our fortunes told.
The old man motioned me to sit down at this small table with two rickety old chairs, Immediately, my fortune teller pulled out a deck of Tarot Cards to begin reading my fortune. Laying out the cards one at a time, he carefully studied each one. After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, he spoke in a calm voice, telling me my future is all over the place. Apparently my life will encounter 3 or 4 different careers. My last career would become so successful I would end up with a lot of money. Inside my head I screamed, “ What a bunch of crap ! You want me to believe what everyone wishes for ? Sure, sure, a lot of money…eh ?” I just smirked and left.
Heading back to my car, I impatiently waited for Elf to show up. Eventually, Elf came running out of the trailer with an expression of fear. He yelled at me, slamming the car door, “ Go ! Go! Go! “
As fast as lightening, my little Austin Mini smoked out of that trailer park, like we were being chased by Zombies. Zipping down the curved road, it wasn’t hard to notice, Elf was about to have a cardiac arrest. Without a word, I slammed on the breaks, swerving to the side of the road.
Elf gets out, agitated has hell, pacing back and forth like a madman. You could see the deep fear in his eyes.
Deeply concerned,I said,” What the hell Elf ?! What the @$#+@ wrong ? What happened in there ?!”
Still pacing back and forth, he stopped. Grabbing my shoulders, totally freaking out, he said,” Bari. Oh my god Bari… You’re NOT going to believe what she said to me!
He then screamed at the top of his lungs, “ @&$#@ !”
“Elf ! What the hell ! Get a hold of yourself. It can’t be that bad…can it? “ I said.
He grabbed me again, “ Oh god Bari…it’s bad…it’s really bad!”
“What the hell did she tell you ?”
Eye to eye, Elf proceeded to tell me, his fortune didn’t have a future, what-so-ever ! In fact, he wouldn’t even see the end of this summer.
I said,” You mean to tell me she told you, you were going to die ?”
Alf shook his head.
Shaking my head in disbelief, I assured him, his fortune was a bunch of crock, just like mine was. We were simply taken by a couple of con-artist, is all.
It was hard to see Elf like this. He was indeed distraught. Reassuring him, I made it clear, he had a long long life ahead of him. He most likely will end up as a professor at some university, one day. Told him to think about it for a minute. I mean really. Me ? Ending up rich ?
Give me a break, that will never happen!
He stopped and looked intently at me. After a few minutes of silence, he took a deep breath and smiled, shaking his head in agreement, “ You’re right !” He started to was laugh with a nervous hysterical tone.
The summer was coming to an end. Elf fell in love with a girl ( an exchange student from Venezuela). Have no idea how he met her. Just one day he introduced me to her. He also spent hours working on that foreign sports car with Scott. Believe it was a Triumph Spitfire.
It wouldn’t be long now, our small group would be going their different ways. In lieu of this, we decided to have a small party at Scott and Elf’s rental house by the Rec centre. Patricia and I showed up late that evening, eight..ish or so ? Noticed Elf was in his room with his girlfriend at his side.
Once again, he seemed completely distraught. Knocking on his open door, I asked if everything was ok ? He was rude and told me to go away. Flabbergasted, I wasn’t going away without an explanation. It wasn’t like Elf to distant himself from me. His actions weren’t logical. If there was one thing I knew about Elf, he was certain to use logical in everything he did.
His girlfriend was trying to comfort him, telling me to just leave.
Standing my ground, waiting for an answer, Elf finally said,” Haven’t slept very well this past week. Last night and before that, I saw a little girl come up to my bedside. She told me not to worry, everything will be alright. Then she would just disappeared…” He paused in grief and raising his voice, continued,” The nights before that I saw hand prints on the wall. Do you see what I’m telling you ? Do you ! “
“Yes,”I said,” I believe I do.
I’ve heard of supernatural stories before but never really believed in them. Maybe because it was from people who weren’t rational or trustworthy. But Elf, that was another thing all together. He reminded me as Mr. Spock on Star Trek. That’s how logical he was.
My only response to his supernatural visions ; it was just a bad dream. As soon as I mentioned it, his actions turned hostile, as if he was trying to blame me for his illogical patterns. Shrugging my shoulders, not sure what to say or do, I left, hurt from his response.
Few days latter, he came over to Patricia’s place to talk to her not realizing I was there. He was pleading for her not to go out with me at all. Completely dumbfounded I was going to go outside to tell him off, but Patricia stopped me.
After that, I didn’t want to see Elf again.
A week later, we heard that Scott and Elf were in a car accident, driving their Spitfire too fast around a corner. The convertible flipped over into the field, throwing the two aimlessly into chaos. Scott wasn’t harmed, but Elf unfortunately hit the only bolder in that field killing him instantly.
We were all stunned by what happened ; me especially.
For crying-out-loud, that fortuneteller was correct. Alf didn’t have a future after all. During the funeral I talked to Alf’s parents. Didn’t have the heart to tell them what I knew. They were from a strong Catholic background, so I thought it wouldn’t be appropriate during their time of grief. I gave my condolences and left.
Never did understand the resentment Alf had towards me at the end of his life. As for me, I’m still poor. My fortune wasn’t completely correct, however I have had three different careers in my lifetime. Still buying lottery tickets to see if the last part of the fortune will pan out. Won’t be holding my breathe.
Alf’s supernatural visions did make me think if there truly is life after death. My wife and I have been married for 42 years now, so I’m still not sure why Alf was so content in the beginning, trying to cause havoc in our relationship.
This incident proves to me there must be something after we leave our physical bodies here on earth. It’s my understanding, for those who experienced death and came back, noticed time and space travels quickly, to and from one space to another. Some souls are lost due to their tragic deaths, while others find peace, reaching for the light, to begin their journey into the unknown cosmos, where time and space are not defined. It’s also believed, some souls are reincarnated back on earth, to begin a new life. It could be all of our souls take on different journeys that suit us. Maybe that’s why some of us never see our lost loved ones again.
We know now there’s more then one universe, there are multi-universes. Time and Space are not finite. So it’s plausible to say, our souls will choose it’s own journey. That’s the reason we don’t see all the souls after their physical death. We only hear of the ones who are lost and need to find their way. I believe there’s Life and Life. Death is NOT the final word. It’s imperative I believe in this, because when death is looming at my bedside, I will see my daughter Jenni again.
By Bari Demers
Thank you for reading…
[Sometimes in life you’re at Crossroads; not sure where you’ll take your life or where life will take you. There’s at least one drastic event in our life, changing everything.] BMD
My name is Eliza Aurora Black of the starship, TERRA C Class.
Today is the beginning of all things new. It is the year of our Lords 5500 SD*. It’s my hope you’re receiving this last transmission, as I fear my death is near.
If you hear me, it’s prudent to stay away from Planet ALPHA XL-420, as the virus has grow beyond our control.
There’s very little time left…
Where do I begin…where do I begin?
Transmission interference: [You hear broken waves and then a deep heavy sign of exhaustion. Transmission goes silent. A few minutes go by and then… ]
We …we…WE were sent here by our Lord King Osiris of the Royal Imperial Collective Alliance ; the true holy descendant of the Supreme Gods of Sirius, themselves. Our mission APOLLO was clear ; start mining the valuable resource “Red Crystal” upon this earthly planet ALPHA XL-420 and ship it back to our home planet SIRIUS, ASAP.
Once the red crystal is transformed into its chemical transformation, the liquid antidote will indeed be the cure for the evasive BLACK virus “Nigrum Angeli” or commonly referred to as “Black Angels”.
You see…our planet SIRIUS, located within the Sirius Cluster in the Alpha Canis Majoris Constellation, has been plagued by the deadly BLACK virus for the past five years. It has decimated over 1.5 billion Sirians souls, the biggest outbreak ever.
We thought we were in the clear. However, since mining this red crystal, we have noticed we were carriers of the virus, even though we didn’t have any symptoms. Unfortunately, this virus has grown irrevocably upon the face of this earthly planet ALPHA XL-420. The local species now have the virus too ! We have failed in the recover of our mission. I am truly sorry, but there wasn’t anything we could do.
We just didn’t know.
I can only pray that King Osiris received our only shipment. I am the last survivor and I must urge you to avoid this planet at all costs. There’s only death here now…
Transmission Out
SECOND CORPORAL ELIZA BLACK of the Royal Imperial Guards
* Full Calendar meaning 5500 SD — the year 5500 SD ( S reference to “Seniorem” meaning “the oldest” and D reference to “Deorum”, meaning “of the gods” or most commonly understood as the “Elder Gods”. The full term calendar is referenced to “Seniorem Deorum ex Lucius” meaning “The Oldest of the Gods from Sirius”).
My new PS4 Game “ Alien Isolation” has certainly delivered full entertainment along with terrifying fear, running from Aliens, rogue killer Androids and desperate human beings, who are willing to shoot first, rather then ask questions.
In the beginning, Ripley’s daughter, Amanda is desperate to find her mother. Fifteen years earlier, Ripley promised Amanda she would return for her 11th birthday, as she started her journey upon the Commercial Towing Vessel Nostromo, an M-Class starfreighter, employed by the Weyland-Yutani company, salvaging millions tons of raw ore.
Unknown to Warrant Officer Ellen Ripley and crew members, Captain Dallas, Executive Officer Kane, Navigator Lambert, Science Officer Ash, and two engineers, Parker and Brett, were about to be thrown into chaos, as they were enforced to investigate a rogue beacon on a orbiting moon called : Acheron, formerly known as LV-426 in2122.
In the movie “Alien” we all know the terrifying truth ; it’s indeed a legendary horror movie.
However, in the “Alien Isolation” storyline, Ripley’s daughter Amanda never hears back from her mother. After Ripley missed her daughter’s birthday, Amanda vowed to become an employee of the Weyland-Yutani company, in order to solve the mystery of her missing mother.
In the year 2137 ( if I did my math right ) Amanda is now a Engineer with the Weyland-Yutani company. She’s approached by an android synthetic named Samuels. He informs her the discovery of the flight recorder from the Nostromo starfreighter. Samuels tells her, the flight recorder is now on location at Sevastapol station*, run by Seegson corporation, orbiting the gas giant KG-348.
His task is to personally retrieve the flight recorder for Mr. Weyland, himself, (already, I don’t trust Samuels- lol ). Samuels invites Amanda to come along for the ride, as he already knows Amanda’s eagerness in finding information about her mom, Ripley. Without hesitation, Amanda climbs aboard the ship, Torrens, along with Samuels and crew member, Nina Taylor.
Arriving at the Sevastapol station, communications are down. As well, there’s visible outside damage to the Space Station. All three crew members attempt a daring space walk, when everything goes wrong. There’s a massive explosion, throwing the crew members precariously throughout the wreckage. Amanda barely grabs hold of a piece of the docking Bay Area. She’s safe, but has no idea if Nina or Samuels made it.
She boards the Sevastapol station with reserve hesitation. At first, she’s not sure what’s going on, only that stray personal are willing to shoot at anything that moves.
Throughout the game (playing FIRST PERSON Amanda) I encounter death at least a hundred times before finding real weapons to defend myself. I first find a torque wrench, but eventually have a revolver, that seems to do absolutely nothing to Killer Androids or the fear-gripping Aliens. Three-quarters towards the end of the game, I’m finally in possession of a flame-thrower – yippee! On top of it all, we players get to explore an Alien Derelict.
How awesome is that !
In Conclusion, the graphic programming is sooooo awesome! Every detail has been painstakingly created by clever programmers. They didn’t miss a thing. The storyline is intriguing, extremely scary and the Missions are in itself hard to figure out, which I enjoy figuring out. After all, that’s what gaming is about- right ?
The Game cost me around $40 CA, but is worth every cent.
I waited 6 years to see if the price was going down, but it never did. This game is indeed popular throughout the gaming community, keeping the price moderately higher then most games after just 2 years.
Alien Isolation will indeed test your wit, skill and patience. I’m now on Mission 10, and there’s a lot more to do. As said, I finally found a flame thrower to defend myself from the Aliens. I’ve killed 3, however, these Aliens are smart ass bastards – lol. They’re indeed tricky. In my last attempt, I’m killed for the 125th time – lol.
The photos are from Mission 9 , where we get to explore the Alien Derelict – so cool !
* Sevastapol station main purpose was to retrieve invaluable minerals, extracted from KG-348
SPOILER ALERT
* * Apparently, it’s been reported the “Sevastopol Station was eventually destroyed by Henry Marlow on Dec 11 when USCSS Anesidora salvage vessel exploded, damaging Sevastopol’s gravity stabilizers and ultimately dooming the station to burn up in the atmosphere of KG-348.” Read more…
I first wrote this theory back in 2016. Due to COVID it’s become more relevant then ever.
If an intelligent alien race came to earth with hostile intent, it would be a whisper in the night. There wouldn’t be this massive war as we see in the movies; it would be more like the shadow of death, a new strain of virus, a million times deadlier than the black plague itself, without any possible cure of an antidote.
In essence, the alien virus would soon earn its name, through its physical traits it would carry. Our pathologists may have time to name it ‘COVID’ after the source is traced to a bat. Little did we know a new landlord was in town. Without knowing it, our legendary throne on earth would be eliminated altogether. The threat of mankind would be forever distinguished, conquered by the unseen landlords, ruling our planet, full of its valuable resources.
The most valuable of them all being our planet Earth, an M base Planet featuring an endless supply of water.
Any intelligent species having the capabilities of traveling millions of light years, folding space and time, would only be looking for the biggest prize of them all, a sustainable living M Planet ready for colonization. They would land, cleanup and colonize using our home planet, as they see fit.
As for us, we would be nothing more than a distant memory ; a whisper in the wind. Possibly, after countless years of colonization, we may be referred to as those aggressive prehistoric Homo Sapiens; an amusement for their scientists, a palaeontologist of sorts, who study prehistoric life and fossils.
Our fate will simply be a notch in the evolutionary timeline of life. As a living species of our time, we would only hope to be remembered. But to our new landlords, we may be only as interesting, as the ant colonies we see today under our feet.
So, it’s vital not to take ourselves so seriously, as the dominate warriors we portray, arrogant to believe we are the only intelligent species alive. In these times of uncertainty, it’s easy to throw caution to the wind and find yourself acting reckless, not paying close attention to the effects of the COVID virus. However, as the death toll steadily climbs upward, it may lead to the demise of the human race. Until scientists can get a hold of a viable antidote, the human race is in crisis mode.
Who knows for sure ; maybe “The Alien Virus Theory” is the next logical outcome. Little do we know, we may have been watched for centuries, unaware of their feverishly plan, sealing our own fate.
Maybe the biblically scripture, “I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil…” has more truth then we had ever known.
“I walk through the valley of death” could be, we’re unaware of what lurks before us.
“ I fear no evil” means we’re programmed into denial. Denial is a construct human behaviour we naturally use to combat anxiety. Denial is only good for short-term situations. However, in long term situations, denial can become harmful mentally and eventually, physically.
It could be our new landlords expected this outcome, so the virus can easily takes its victims.
Take heed to this warning:
PRIDE had cast him above all others.
Darkness slowly absorbed his soul.
Lambs of his Cult are blinded by all the GLORY.
In their EYES, he could do no harm.
As if a KING, he becomes narcissistic, filling his
EGO with worldly pleasures, ignoring the poor,
the sick and vulnerable.
Cloaked as an ANGEL OF LIGHT, the shadow of
EVIL spreads across the EARTH, whispering its name,”
B-L-A-C-K…A-N-G-E-L-S.
BMD
An invasion is coming… Are you ready to fight for your life ?
We have all hit a new age of uncertainty due to this COVID-19 epidemic. It brings to light how everyday acts of courage and humanity can bring us together across our world.
However, as a science-fiction writer I can’t dismiss the ‘Alien Conspiracy’ connection to all that’s happening now. So, of course, I decided to write about it in a third person prospective.
It all began with Commander Cardin :
Drug-addicted war hero Commander Cardin was a middle-aged experienced member of the ROYAL EMPIRE GUARDS under King Osiris reign. King Osiris favoured his nephew, so Commander Cardin could do no harm. His uncle decide it was best, Cardin would be placed in charge of the new mission on planet ALPHA XL-420 : EARTH. Their mission was to integrate the Ape-Man Species by crossing their genetics with the Sirian Species.
This was over 150,000 years ago.
Since then, a new ruler reigns our modern world of today. Queen Siri XII is now the acting ‘Living God’ in charge, with a life span of 1100 years. Her mission today has taken on a more sinister approach to King Osiris originally plan. It seems Queen Siri XII has become bored of these inbred human race, as they keep screwing up century after century, after century. In fact, she’s finding them to be an annoying self-centred species. I mean, how many times must this race be rebooted to start the experiment all over again. The last recorded event in the human religious books, was the ‘Great Flood’. Since then, their actions have become unforgiving, as they freely destroy earth.
On November 2019, Queen Siri gave the order : Spread the black virus ‘COVID 19’ upon the poor foolish human race and let the chips fall where they may.
Indeed, it was a prefect plan, since the human race were now aware of their presence. During a routine training flight of Navy fighter pilots in 2004 and 2015, their sensors captured one of the Sirian flight ships scouting the area. The scout ship forgot to cloak his ship, making it easy pickings for the human Navy fighter pilots.
Queen Siri was outraged by this unforgiving action of one of her crew. Therefore, to make an example to others, she had this crew member executed. It was thought the human race would deny any trace of this video, but unfortunately in 2017, the New York Times published it.
The Sirian race was divided with Queen Siri’s orders to conquer the human race, so she could ravage planet Earth for its valuable resources. Even though the queen was acting ruler of earth, she was still accountable to the ‘Imperial Senate of the Sirus Consul’, the highest elected political office for the Sirian Imperial State. Due to their mixed feelings and constant conflicts with Queen Siri XII, they decided to execute a secret letter by one of the consul’s leading team members. The letter intent was to warn the human species, before it was too late. It was their last cry for helping out the human race.
This is what it said :
Oh to Sacred Earth I say,” A black evil is spreading rapidly across your lands, like the wildfires of hell itself, touching every face of man, no matter age, race, gender or origin of your souls. Its feverous plague will jump from sea to sea in leaps and bounds ; knowingly there’s no cure. Without any recourse, your living souls are seized, as your bodies last breathe endures mortal anguish of despair… O to the horrors upon you all.”
Like the gods before us, they said,” Did you not hear us ? Did we not scream in despair ? Did we not warn the wise men before you ? All had the knowledge of the events before thee, did they not ?
Why have you not listen to the voices of reason ? You can’t be left in ignorance of this : there has come a time of urgency where we can’t stand complacent, as if you didn’t know.
Did we not speak of Earth as an image of heaven ? The heavens above is not of one god but many living gods before you. Just like the heavens are not one heaven but many heavens before us all. WE are many before you. WE will be many after you.
The lands before you will be swallowed up, as the gods return from earth to the heavens above ; Mankind will be forsaken on earth, infected with the plague of all plagues before it. Ravaged with sickness, as lesser men of evil will fill the earth with the blood of man, woman and child. These men of weakness are disparately seeking a piteous plight of greed to save their own skin, unaware they too have a soul. Torrents of blood will cover the seas red, as the banks are filled with corpses of men, women and children. The dead will far outnumber the living ; and the survivors will wish they were dead.
To thee, I cry with deep sorrow.
These coming days, weeks, months and yes, even years, may not have to come to be. I plead for your understanding, for this shall not have to be.
All of mankind must come together as one.
WE must fight the darkness of greed and death, where death is thought to be more profitable than life itself. WE must take a stand against those who profit from greed ; those who profit from the poor ; those who profit from the sick. No longer will the wicked be esteemed as good. No longer will madmen ravage the innocent, without dreaded consequences and conviction, wishing they were dead.
In the eye of the many universes without limited time or shape, the evil souls will no longer rest within the dreaded eternity of bloody torment you call hell. Hell is not a place but more like an endless cycle of unrest. Their souls will never see the light of day or attain immortality of being born again.
Yes. There’s the living and the dead ; the never ending cycle lives within us all. In the law of nanotechnology and physics, there is no beginning and there is no end. Our souls are intertwined, reshaped and reborn throughout eternity, as long as we follow the good within our soul.
You may refer your soul as having a good heart. So be a good heart and soul. Be a good person from within, seeking only happiness of others instead of yourself. Take heed and caution to the wicked souls, as they are there to trick you. Help those who help themselves first. Never be swayed by tricksters. Stay vigilant and strong.
You hear us now. WE are the gods of many gods before us, as there will be many gods after us. This virus you see and hear is a warning and test of things to come. If you can’t see the tree before the forest, your species will be lost amongst the rest of those who failed before you. Question everything and everyone.
No one is safe from greed or this living virus.
Seek an end to the virus as there’s a closer avenue to it’s beginning. As you say,” Follow the paper trail. Seek and you will find the truth from within the structure of greed. Use your wisest men and women to search for the right answer. Flush out the wicked like a wildfire across your lands. Bring back the world to a better place before it’s too late. The purpose of good will always out weight the evil, only because evil can’t get enough of greed.
The gods are ready to leave if this world keeps falling behind. The living Queen of all queens have betrayed you all. It’s only a matter of time. WE will no longer protect the earth from the falling stars. WE will no longer protect you from this evil Queen of the Living Gods. The wrath of mankind will come to an end if you don’t act now. The Cosmos balance of life and death must stay constant; it is the way of life and death, in harmony with each other. It will continue with you or without you. It’s your choice.
WE are the gods of many…
Signed by —
The Imperial Senate of the Sirian Consul of SIRUS 5
Dreams and Reality 