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.
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.
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
Today is in memory of our daughter Jenni Michelle Demers. On this day ( Nov 5 1980 ) in the late evening, our little Jenni died of severe complications from an unknown disease called Kawasaki disease, also known as mucocutaneous lymph node syndrome.
In some cases( like our daughter) the disease will attack their heart, known as coronary artery aneurysms . Strangely enough, it’s said that this will only happen to children in their first or second year. However, that wasn’t the case for Jenni. She was only 8 months old when this disease attack her heart.
To this day, the disease is still not fully understood and cause is widely unknown. In the 1980’s there wasn’t any treatment as there is today. To make this disease even more devastating for our daughter, only 1% of children die.
Welcome to my story “Loop”. I decided to combine two different formats, from the conventional writing of a story and mixing it with the screenplay format. By no means is this new format acceptable by each industry. However, I thought to add both, so the reader can experience a screenplay and book story all-in-one, just for fun.
Please enjoy my story :
FADE IN :
QUEEN SIRI XIII
“So much has changed in the last five hundred years since our last Trans-Universal Jump. I expected Human Species Catalogue 4060 – 7274367 would have progressed substantially by now,” Queen Siri XIII – Lord of The Living God said, looking over the video transcripts.
She paused. Her worried look turned into a spark of anger. Her stone-cold eyes pierced the group of commanders, as she walked sternly past each one.
The Queen dressed in the most elaborate gown, hand-stitched with gold lace, draped with integrated see-through material naturally designed by the diamond beetles from planet SIRUS 5. You seen this before ; the ancient Egyptians replicated the GODS to a “T”. Throughout the Egyptian dynasty, their Pharaoh’s and Queens made every effort to copy the original Queen Siri X (the ancestral mother of Queen Siri XII ). The Egyptians went as far as thinking they were god themselves.
The integrate jewels showcased the luxury and importance of Queen Siri XIII. The resemblance of Egyptian Nefertiti, Queen and Royal wife of Pharaoh Akhenaten was indeed astonishing.
Queen Siri XIII ( the true Lord of the Living God) had projected a five thousand year reign. She decided to celebrate her one thousand year anniversary on Earth, for the first time since their ancestors arrival, 150,000 years ago.
[NARRATOR (V.O.) Voice Over of same Scene ( it means you hear the person talking but don’t see him/her in the scene, whatsoever) ]
I know what you’re thinking…
How is it possible one Queen can live a thousand years, never mind entertaining a five thousand year reign ? If you’re thinking of conventional space travel to reach your destination, you are so wrong. Most of us have heard of wormholes and black-holes, but again, that’s not it. Think on the terms of a free-floating “primordial black hole”. That would be a pinhole in comparison to the conventional supermassive black hole ; closes one scientists know of, is located in the middle of the Milky Way Galaxy, 27,000 light-years away. However, the pinhole were talking about (believe it or not) is within our very own solar system.
Queen Siri XIII glanced over to the commander in charge ”Didn’t I stress how important this species is to us ?!”
COMMANDER CENTURION 797 (we use capital letters when we first introduce a new character in the scene), bowed his head in submission,” Yes my Queen. Please forgive me my Queen, if I may elaborate…”
Queen Siri strolls over to her throne and sits down. The room is so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The unsettling silence projected fear within the ranks. Her sparkling emerald eyes pierced her commanders with disgust; she then proceeded to admire her long sharp nails. The Queen snapped her fingers. A young maiden appeared from the background standing within a small brigade of servants. The young girl swiftly kneeled, bowing in front of her majesty. She quickly attended to the queen’s request, polishing her nails with some kind of gold paint solution.
The long wait for Queen Siri to answer Commander Centurion 797’s question, made him extremely nervous. Her anger was evident. It was clear this Centurion had failed his mission miserably. Somehow he must convince the queen he had no control over these pesky spoiled little human species, she adored so much. He must ease her anger. Her wrath was already a fearfully legion, since the Queen Siri XIII reign. It was said her vengeance is so sever, you would rather jump into a pit of molten lava before facing her demise upon you.
We won’t even mention of how she would respond to revenge ; complete horror couldn’t come close to the word described. Rumours has it she had her opponent’s fleshy meat stripped from their bones while they were still alive, then feed it to her sacred royal cat.
Centurion 797 takes the courage, speaking up,” Please my queen, can’t I at least explain what happened?”
“Don’t you dare speak to me without my consent!” said the Queen in an undeniable tone of rage,” Can your little brain of yours even comprehend what you’ve done!”
Centurion 797 quivers with fear,” I’m…I…m…a…I’m sorry. I really am sorry, but…”
“But nothing!” said the Queen spitting out her words,” What can you possibly say that will even come close to undoing the harm that has already been done to these H-U—M-A-N—S !”
She pauses to compose herself, in a calmer voice, she said,” It’s vital this species succeeds. They must! “
Centurion 797 bows before her majesty,” I plead your forgiveness my Queen, Lord of the Living God…please…you must hear me out. It’s a matter of life or death to the human race, altogether. It’s in your best interest to hear what I have to say.”
Queen Siri sits back in her throne. She thinks how brave this commander is ; either that or he’s a complete fool. She ponders in silence, then speaks sternly,” Alright. Just let me warn you, if there isn’t a shred of evidence that the human species are in grave danger, then you’ll wish you weren’t alive. Is. That. Clear.”
Centurion 797 nods in agreement,” Thank you my gracious Queen. I adore your generosity. May you one day seat beside the Lords of the Gods in the afterlife. I honour your patience and forgiveness. “
Queen Siri rolls her eyes. Why must these commanders pretend to suck up so much. Can’t they just do the job they were designed to do from the very beginning, instead of all the boring politics? She snaps back,” Enough already! Just give me the facts, and then, and only then, will I decide my judgement upon you.”
“Yes my Queen!”, the Centurion said,” It’s appears Human Species 4060 – 7274367 have mastered our technology behind the gate of what they refer as ” Dark Matter”. Their team of astrophysicist have finally figured out the equation leading them ( totally by accident I must add) to our back door gate.”
“Wait!” Her majesty stands up abruptly, “ Are you telling me they understand our cloaking mirrored universe?”
“Yes, your highness. Not only that, but they have now sent a team of astronauts to explore our hidden door ! “ the Centurion said with conviction,” It’s of grave coincidences to them if they find the key to another universal dimension. They’ll learn the truth and no longer…”
Queen Siri sharply interrupts,” and they will no longer need us. Yes. They’re growing…maybe that’s a good thing. We can’t keep babysitting this species forever, you know…”
“ Yes my Queen, but what if…” Centurion 797 says in haste,” what if they’re not ready? They could release the evil spirits of darkness. It’s quite possible, their inability to understand the phantom between life and death, they may accidentally release the Prince of Darkness, himself. Must I remind you what happened to our ancestors?”
“Must you remind me! “ lashed out Queen Siri, “ How dare you speak to me in that tone!”
“I beg of you my lord queen highness, but this is of the most importance. Even if you kill me, it won’t matter to any of us, if the humans release the Black Angels of Darkness. Opening the pandora box will indeed mean the end to all civilizations across countless universes throughout the cosmic timeline. It would mean timeless implosion of each universe and everything in it. A massive domino effect of no return. The Black Angels of Darkness would systematically tear apart trillions of universes apart, like popping balloons, a …
The Queen carries his words,”…a timeless darkness of hell. Yes. Where time and space will never exist again. It would make the wrath of their God seem like child’s play. It would mean their imaginary devil would become a real entity. Their worse fears wouldn’t even be close to what would really happen. An timeless Armageddon of hell. All souls would disintegrate. No more afterlife. No more hope. No more life, as we know it, would ever exist again. The Blackness of Armageddon would become a continuous loop with no end.”
She heads over to the invisible force-field windows from her Spaceship, overlooking planet Earth, “ It looks so peaceful from space, doesn’t it centurion ? Who would think one tiny species could destroy the fabric of existence. Who would of thought of that when our ancestors transformed their evolutionary timeline ? “
Queen Siri laughs nervously, “ To think our ancestors crossed genetics with theirs, in order to save our species. Now they may destroy us anyway. What have we done…what have we done..”
Even though I’m on holiday mode in the Okanagan, I enjoy creating something different using various apps, such as photoshop adobespark for lettering and procreate for illustration. This particular piece gives that eerie feeling of horror. As it should be, because that’s a big part of my screenplay BLACK ANGELS. To understand the whole picture of how I wrote BLACK ANGELS, we must go the beginning.
THE RELIGIOUS YEARS
As you experience the feeling of eerie horror within the depths of my art piece above, I begin to ponder the whole journey. Born into a Catholic dominate household, it wasn’t hard to brainwash the fragile image of little me. The Catholic religion monarchy did a good job moulding me into their prefect Alter-Boy. Fear of Hell was indeed pretty captivating during my younger impersonating years. The thought of burning for eternity captured my imagination, waking up from horrified nightmares. However, when I became an Alter-Boy it was clear, something was wrong with the Catholic faith. You see, to me, the church was this holy foundation and thee very presence of GOD. Therefore, in my mind, everything in the church was sacred. So when I began to see abuse by these holy priests, it quickly opened the door to really start seeing the real world.
It wasn’t long before I began researching various religions, trying in earnest to find the right religion. After studying Jehovah Witnesses, Bahia Faith to Mormons and many more, it was clear religion is the centre of control. Throughout mankind’s history evidence of fearful religious control by any means possible was a daunting horrific insight.
My eyes were finally opened.
I began searching, reading everything I could about mankind’s historical religion, going back as far as the scriptures revealed. At first, the Egyptians captivated my interest, only to learn, the scriptures go even further back in time. It was then, the Mesopotamia Period came to light, with the intriguing Sumerian. According to historians, Sumerians [Sumer] were the earliest civilization recorded.
The Sumerians manuscripts broke open the *pandora box (Greek mythology) revealing the structure of all religions. It was clear, Jesus scriptures were all ready written by the Sumerians thousands of years before Christ was born. Not only that, the Sumerians went further, writing detailed manuscripts of how mankind came to be. It’s indeed the “smoking-gun” answering the most asked questions, “ Where did mankind come from?” and “Who made us ?” Their detailed written accounts are without a doubt intriguing.
Referencing to Ancient Origins, [Reference 1] I couldn’t say it any better :
“When the gods like men
Bore the work and suffered the toll
The toil of the gods was great,
The work was heavy, the distress was much.”
The gods decided it was best to create their own “workhorse” sort of speak. Therefore [Reference 2 – Ancient Origins] :
“You have slaughtered a god together
With his personality
I have removed your heavy work
I have imposed your toil on man.
In the clay, god and man
Shall be bound,
To a unity brought together;
So that to the end of days
The Flesh and the Soul
Which in a god have ripened –
That soul in a blood-kinship be bound.”
Now. This part is important. For any basic civilization to understand what they saw, they had to place it into their context, using their primitive description, to fully comprehend what they heard or witnessed. This is where cross-genetics and my base accounts came into full view.
How do you capture an audience with the stigma of religious brainwashing, plaguing us since the dawn of time?
You write a science-fiction/horror genre screenplay, entertaining the thought,”Where did we come from?” and “Who made us?” with an intriguing storyline based on real evidence.
My screenplay ‘Black Angels’ is based on written accounts, taken
back over 100,000 years ago, before mankind ever had a foothold of earth, an intelligent race occupied earth ( referred to as our ancient ancestors). In the beginning, by evolutionary standards, we were nothing more than another form of Ape-man referred to as Denisovans.
I’m sure by now you’ve heard of Lucy?
Lucy’s species, Australopithecus afarensis, is approximately 3 million years old and categorize as an earlier form of “genus Homo”. The evolutionary Ape-man took on various stages, but each step wasn’t anything miraculous, until a drastic change 100,000 years ago.
Like Professor Steven Hawking points out,”For millions of years, mankind lived just like the animals. Then something happened…”
Our ancient ancestors (The GODS from the Heaven Above) were raping our earth for its resources, (such as gold). These elite group of intellectuals hated the long hours of working like a slave, as said :
“When the gods like men
Bore the work and suffered the toll
The toil of the gods was great,
The work was heavy, the distress was much.” [Reference 1– Ancient Origins]
With primitive Ape-man running around earth 🌎, it became a no-brainer to cross their genetics with the existing Lucy [ aka Ape-man/Denisovans]. After trial and tons of error, “The Gods from the Heavens” ( aka, the THE SIRIANS) successful created a hybrid, known today as “Homo-Sapiens”.
The whole basis of my screenplay ‘Black Angels’, is to open your eyes to the possibility of how mankind really started. Why do you think radical religious groups/terrorists are doing everything in their power to erase the truth?
Who remembers the recent destruction of Sumerian tablets and iconic statues by the evil hands of ISIS’s ( I cringed every time they’re referred to as the Egyptian goddess Isis – it’s just not right !) These evil religious cults are trying to brainwash and erase the very beginnings of mankind’s existence. Thankfully, this sadistic cult is slowly being eliminated.
THE JOURNEY CONTINUES
It’s been a long journey. From the time I was born into the Catholic faith to discovering other manmade religions; it was evident religions were designed to control the destiny of human beings.
However, Spiritually, I still believe in an organized entity (not a person) of the never ending cycle of life and death. I also believe there’s countless universes being born and die throughout the cosmic calendar, where we humans are only an extremely small part of the equation. Lifeforms run rapid throughout the universes, even in our own known universe we see today. The problem is, once a civilization gets to the point where religion and intelligence collide, it’s the religious radicals who destroy their planet and very existence. This is one reason we haven’t yet made any contact with another intelligent species. The other reason is the incredible distance ; literally light years away. In fact, there are many other reasons. It could be a disease/plague or natural disaster wiped out the existence of one species to another. The mathematical factors are countless to their eventual demise.
Each generation of intellect species (based on their home-world planet) have a decision to go forward and explore, reaching out to other lifeforms or stagnant on their planet (like earth) polluting and over-populating each planet until that particular species eventually destroy themselves.
On Earth – We human beings still have a choice.
We must act soon before we’re eliminated from the cycle of life, be it natural causes or our own destruction.
This is why I wanted to write my screenplay ‘Black Angels’ – it’s an eye-opener to the truth of our very existence. We only have to begin to leave manmade religion behind and pursue our Spirituality with the goal to continue our species ahead into a new wave on the cosmic timetable.
The question is,” Will we be the first species to survive and welcome other species into our collective?”
“Will we become a past existence where another species ( millions of years from now) find our bones, like we found the dinosaurs 🦕? “
All I know is, our time is running out. It’s my belief, we may have another 400 -1000 years before we get our act together. We must explore and keep advancing beyond earth, before it’s too late.
We all understand the phrase ‘ Don’t put all your eggs in one basket.’
I only hope my screenplay reaches the cinematic screens. It’s indeed a costly adventure, but how much money is your life worth? It’s crucial for the existence of mankind, to begin telling the truth of our existence without being plagued by religious beliefs.
Maybe that’s too dramatic however…
All I can do is keep promoting BLACK ANGELS by writing articles and producing my art pieces through INSTAGRAM. Maybe, just maybe, a director of production company is listening…
*Pandora Box was actually a jar and not a box at all. It was misinterpreted through translations. However, PANDORA was said to be the first created woman. It was thought the GODS OF THE HEAVENS produced immortals, such as Prometheus, Epimetheus and the Titans to help control the heavens and earth from a raging war. Please read more HERE 
WIKIPEDIA: “According to Hesiod, when Prometheus stole fire from heaven, Zeus, the king of the gods, took vengeance by presenting Pandora to Prometheus’ brother Epimetheus. Pandora opened a jar left in his care containing sickness, death and many other unspecified evils which were then released into the world. Though she hastened to close the container, only one thing was left behind – usually translated as Hope, though it could also have the pessimistic meaning of “deceptive expectation”.
From this story has grown the idiom “to open (a) Pandora’s box”, meaning to do or start something that will cause many unforeseen problems. Its modern, more colloquial equivalent is “to open a can of worms“.”
Writers Life – it’s not glorious and the most part not rewarding to everyone. However, it’s part of me. Writing and art drives my inner soul – it’s me.
The above photo says it all :
10 THINGS People Say to Creative Writers ( But shouldn’t)
1. So you’re still writing your little book/poem/etc.?
2. Must be nice not having a real job.
3. Writing doesn’t sound too difficult.
4. I always thought I’d write a book after I retire, once I have some time to kill.
5. Wait a second, creative writing degrees are a real thing ?
6. Have you been published yet ?
7. Can I be a character in one of your stories?
8. So I have this great idea I think you should be using in your book…
9. Aren’t writers just professional liars ? They tell stories for a living, after all.
10. You’re writing a book ? Tell me everything.
Here’s more :
11. So what do you do in real life ?
12. How many books have you published so far ?
13. How come you’re not famous, like Stephen King ?
14. Oh, com’n ! Everyone knows how to write a story.
I believe all writers can relate. I’ve heard it all. A writers life has little support unless it becomes a blockbuster movie or a Best Seller. When I first decided to publish a book, I was pretty naive of the whole process. On top of that I wanted to write a cookbook.
What was I thinking?!
Getting sucked into self-publishing by dishing out $5000 to a self-publisher, I was still optimistic. Had these grandeur thoughts of becoming a Best Seller, selling millions of copies across Canada and United States.
The reality is more prevalent ; “Canadian Recipes of the Great White North” sold just enough to get my money back. On a positive note, it reached the UK, Australia, Germany and Japan. In Canada it sold locally and I also received requests from United States.
I found out quickly, self-publishing is thrown into the mix of hundreds of millions of other cookbooks. Not only is it expensive, your book selling on-line or a conventional bookstore takes a whopping 40 – 45 percent of your earnings. On top of that ( this may happen to you) the publishing company is constantly up for sell to larger publishers. On an average, self-publishers either sell or go bankrupt, due to competition. To add insult to injury, if the publisher is sold ( which happened to me) to an American publisher, the USA will make you pay taxes on any book you sell. Sure – you can get it back, however the process is daunting. You must fill out a five page report w/ all your personal information and then send it to a box office number. No way ! A Box Office Number ? That just doesn’t seem legit to me.
SO – You see, it’s not worth the hassle. I’m sure they do that on purpose. If it was a lot of money I would go to a lawyer, that way you’re protecting yourself.
The above “10 Things People say to Creative Writers” is so true, it’s scary – lol.
When I say cookbook, they go…”Oh…it’s just another cookbook. You’re NOT a writer.”
Meanwhile I write tons of science-fiction to reality short-stories that could possibly be made into a book. But now I’m pessimistic to the whole publishing routine. It’s clear, the only way to get your manuscript out is to send it in for submission. Submissions sound promising doesn’t it ? Sorry, it’s not that simple. First and foremost you have to find a publisher willing to take your manuscript. Second, it most probably lay on a pile of emails or deleted, due to the first couple of sentences they may read. The reality is, you may never get your manuscript to publishing.
What I’ve learned :
Write because you want to tell your story. Never write thinking you’re the next J.K.Rowling.
Write for yourself, maybe others will appreciate your work.
I write not to impress others.
I write because it’s my inner soul, it’s what I feel inside. It’s part of who I am.
Writing is a burning passion others may not understand. Only writers understand.
Try NOT to become disillusioned or depressed. Just realize the ‘Arts’ is extremely competitive and the most part unrewarding.
Only write if it comforts you. YOU find it personally rewarding.
Don’t expect to become the next best seller. There’s a ton of politics involved in that scenario.
Write from your heart. Never mind what others may think. It’s your story. Tell it as it is.
Read and read more…
I believe I’ve covered everything. You may want to add on to this list. I would love to hear your story.
Anyway – I thought this post of “10 Things People say to Creative Writers” is a prefect example.
Do you know, if Stephen King didn’t get notice for his book “The Shining” by a movie producer, he wouldn’t have become as famous as he is. However, his horror genre was a big hit to cult followers.
Getting your written work or art recognized is like winning a lottery, or its politically driven by artsy-class people and publishers. IF by chance your book is recognized by a movie producer or director, then it’s easy-street for you.
Another phrase I enjoy by professor Steven Hawking,”…We are so insignificant that I can’t believe the whole universe exists for our benefit. That would be like saying that you would disappear if I closed my eyes.”
In the last 50 years it’s scientifically evident our human species are a very small equation in life itself. Science has unmistakably proven the obvious. WE ARE NOT ALONE. The only problem? We are millions of light years from our closest neighbours ; or are WE ?
However, it doesn’t mean it’s impossible. I believe scientists are going to find evidence of life, a long time ago on Mars before mankind even had a foothold on earth. Unfortunately, if it is discovered, politics and religion will keep the truth from the public. It’s human nature to keep hanging onto the past, along with financial greed and controlling the masses through religious beliefs. The only way a past civilization or UFO will be made public, it would be through a disgruntled scientist. However, with our social media, most wouldn’t believe the truth, even if it was in front of their eyes. Most people are considered “followers” ( aka : sheep) brainwashed from one thing to another. For me, it would have to be scientifically proven with clear precise data, from live feed videos to scientific studies.
How complex was life? I guess, we will see by 2030 – 35.
In our modern world, the UFO phenomenon is mixed with science-fiction to unexplained entities. Unexplained Flying Objects was a going concern throughout history, but in the late 1940’s, it became front and center due to several unknown crashes of UFO’s occurrences, such as the Roswell UFO incident. The United States Air Force conducted a series of research into this phenomenon, known as,”Project Blue Book”. Project Blue Book is a complex study, so I won’t go into it, other then, five percent of UFO cases were thought to be credible. I suggest you read about the study HERE, or the actual FBI Case documents.
Albert Einstein phrased it perfectly,” There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.”
“Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I’m not sure about the universe.”
― Albert Einstein
Einstein was indeed a genius.
If life has even a slight chance to grow, it always will. There’s no way mankind is the only species in the countless sea of dimensional universes. We would have to be rather arrogant to think such a thing. It’s also apparent, mankind’s DNA revolutionary mould was somehow altered.
” For millions of years, mankind lived just like the animals. Then something happened which unleashed the power of our imagination…
― Steven Hawking
With that knowledge, it was easy to conceive the next step in our evolutionary timeline. Is it possible another species lived on earth before mankind was ever conceived?
I believe, yes. Of course !
And, this is when my screenplay BLACK ANGELS was born. It’s based on the theory, mankind was once visited by an Alien Intelligent Species, before mankind evolved into homo-sapiens. It’s even possible to believe our alien ancestors crossed their genetic DNA with our distant relatives, the Denisovans or Denisova hominins. Some refer it as the smoking-gun to the “missing link”, but with deadly consequences.
Is it possible, the evolution of mankind was altered?
The theory of manipulating our evolutionary timeline has proven to have drastically changed who we are today, “Homo-Sapiens”. Due to our genetic make-up, human beings have evolved into a hostile war-hungry species in the last 100,000 years. Historical accounts of mankind has proven our savage instinct, with today’s crippling news of psychopathic killers evident throughout our world.
But, with all of this, there’s still a trace of compassion. It means somewhere in our DNA, mankind has the hope to survive and evolve into a peaceful society.
But, the biggest fear ?
We may run out of time. It may be due to our own demise or a natural catastrophe. Whatever happens to human beings in our future will solely depend on our present actions today. We must explore to save our species or it’s just a matter of time we end up like the dinosaur era.
Please read the beginning of the above discussion to further the series :