The Force is Within You

Went to the theatre during Christmas, watching “The Rise of Skywalker”. The end of this Saga made me reflect on the past 42 years with Star Wars. In the back of my mind I have formed the most incredulous frightening thought of how our lingering life on earth corresponds with the living force within us all, and how it cements the very existence of mankind’s hell-on-earth.

To understand it further, my inner self started screaming at me to write it down. So here I am, writing this bizarre story, that may be the reason we are all here, in the first place.

Please enjoy my story :

THE FORCE IS WITHIN YOU

1358 BC – The Reign of Akhenaten ( formally known as Amenhotep IV )

August 30

It was a hot summer day.

An old man starred intently across the Nile River, patiently waiting for something. He was wearing a white Egyptian robe laced with gold. His long silver hair intertwined gracefully with his tinted beard. You knew by his appearance he was made of Royalty, maybe a Priestess of great status.

In the distance you could see a barrage of Egyptian Solar Ships headed their leisurely way towards him. Closer, it was evident two of the three ships were filled with children. Each ship was protected by an elite group of Egyptian soldiers. The last ship was covered in gold, gems and jewels. The large solar sails were made of best Egyptian cloth stitched with gold lace. The Royal crown of Pharaoh Akhenaten sparkled across the Nile, in the morning sun.

As the ships docked the children impatiently scrambled ashore. Each child respectfully gave the old man a hug. The entrance of the last ship was indeed of Royal status. The Imperial Guards made way for Queen Nefertiti and her entourage of female servants.

It was a time of unrest.

Seventeen days early King Akhenaten changed his name from Amenhotep IV to the great Pharaoh Akhenaten, to honour the one and only Sun god, Aten. Indeed restless turmoil filled the air. The Aten cult didn’t reflect the norm of many gods before, which divided his people.

Nefertiti stepped gracefully ashore poising like any queen would.

The old man bowed and said,” My dear Queen, I am delighted you took the time to relish an old mans request.”

Nefertiti offered her hand. The old man instantly kissed her gold ring with green emeralds. She smiled,”Oh my dear friend Horus, its been too long. It’s my pleasure to see you again. How’s your health ?”

“By the leading light of the sun god Aten, I’m stronger then ever, “ Horus said with dignity. He quickly changes the subject, “Please… follow me my Queen, everything is ready.”

Nefertiti nods,” Yes, lets get on with it, we have an important day for our children. Aten would be pleased.”

Horus leads the entourage to the sacred temple of the “Living Gods”, a grand pyramid made out of marble, outlined with sandstone statues of Nefertiti and the almighty Pharaoh, King Akhenaten. Its interior featured a large room big enough for a thousand people. The slanted walls marked with ancient religious hieroglyphics, each with large stained windows lined perfectly throughout, to allow the light in, but at the same time, kept out the intense heat. If you saw the pyramid in todays world, it would look strange to see these openings missing the tempered glass. It was thought the Egyptians didn’t have windows or mirrors, however the archeologists were wrong to believe this.

The marble floors tinted with emeralds and hints of gold, sparkled everywhere. These are the polished floors where the congregation of priestess and priestesses would sit on comfortably made cushions. The only chair, decked out in solid gold, faced centre with an elaborate Holy Alter behind it. The sacred room was meant only for the elite, but today the children of wealthy Egyptians and Queen Nefertiti’s were allowed in.

This was the first year, a special congregation, just for the children, in order to carry on the holy true “Word” of the one and only god Aten.

It was said :

‘The Word existed in the beginning: the Word was both present with God. Before creation and the Word was God. THEY were present with God in the beginning.’

The teaching to the children was important, to carry on the tradition of where our ancestors came from in the beginning.

Horus and Nefertiti sat in the middle with the children mingling around them, centre of the room. It was a relaxed congregation, allowing the freedom to speak out, if questions were raised, unlike the traditional sacred gathering by the Pharaoh Akhenaten, the King of all kings. However, the elite guards were nearby, full attention glued on the protection of Queen Nefertiti.

In a soft motherly voice, Nefertiti speaks out to the excited children,” My dear children of our one god Aten…”

Immediately, without question, the children stopped whispering from one to another. They knew, when Queen Nerfertiti spoke, all lips must be sealed. In loving respect for their queen, they abide by the unspoken rule.

Nefertiti continues,” It’s my pleasure to have you all here today. Our gracious priestess, Horus has taken his precious time out of his day to be with you. Please…come closer, let us listen to his teachings of the “Word”.

The Queen holds out her hand to Horus. Horus bows his head,” Thank you my dear queen, it’s indeed a pleasure to be here. I’m your humble servant.”

Queen Nefertiti nods.

Horus pauses, looking around him, then, with the biggest grin you can imagine,”My dear children of Aten, I am humbled by your appearance here today. Let us begin in pray.”

Everyone bows their heads.

Horus recites,” My dear Lord God Aten, the one and only God within the heavens above us, I praise you with all my heart and soul. We are here today, to honour your “Word”. The Word existed in the beginning: the Word was both present with God. Before creation and the Word was God. THEY were present with God in the beginning. Lead us onto you, straight and through, May our souls rest within the heavens of the afterlife.”

Horus paused. Deep silence.

Looking up he continues,” Let us begin my children…”

All eyes are glued on the priestess. The children anxiously waited for this day to come. Excitement filled the room. To them, it was like our Christmas day.

Horus continues,”This morning I’m going to tell you a story. A true story, of our ancestors and how our Lord God Aten guided them.”

And so the story began —

Our ancient ancestors are not of this earth, but come far far far away, from a lonely dying planet, you refer to as the heavens above. But, you would all be wrong. The heavens above and the stars you see twinkling in the night are not the same. Our ancestors called the stars above, the central universe of many universes. The lonely planet has a name.

We know it as SIRUS 5.

Sirus 5 lies precarious within the Sirius Cluster of the Alpha Canis Majoris Constellation. It’s a wonder our ancestors planet survived as long as it did, as it lies between two dwarf Suns and one active sun, known as “Sirius C”. If you look into the night sky, you won’t find the star Sirius C, as an explosion took place took place a long long long time ago. This massive universal explosion of a large star is called a “SuperNova”.

Today, you can only see fragments of that failing star.

It’s remarkable Sirus 5 so happen to be teaming with life, considering the harsh desert climate it must endure. Not like earth, water is scarce. Most of its surface was a sandy landscape with small patches of salt lakes, scattered throughout this scourging planet. Incredibly, one ocean snakes across its surface, with its width only a mere 300 kilometres apart. Somehow, an intelligent humanoid life form has merciful survived the harsh planet of SIRUS 5.

THEY were our ancestors, my children.

THEY (our ancestors) were present with our God Aten in the beginning. It was THEY who started our race of people, making us who we are today. Our Pharaoh Akhenaten and Queen Nefertiti are direct descendants of our ancestors and the almighty God Aten.

Horus pauses waiting for the children’s response. Their wide-eyed response spoke out clearly without words. Amazed and bewildered at the same time was an understatement. Horus breaks the silence and said,”Do you have any questions my dear children?”

Nefertiti’s youngest daughter, Meketaten, is first to speak out,” Are you saying God Aten and our ancestors were one ? I’m confused.”

“In a way, that’s true,” said Horus,” Let me explain further. Do you all agree Life and Death are connected and death is inevitable to the living ?”

The children nod.

“Good,”said Horus,” We also know to prepare our dead for the afterlife. However, this is what you don’t know. Between the realms of Live and Death, there’s a force of unspeakable power known as the “Cosmic Force”. Its been said, all the energy from the Living and dead (including our souls) feeds into the Cosmic Force. The Cosmic Force is also in direct connection with Black Energy. Black Energy is the Dark Force. As there’s good and evil on earth, so is there in the Cosmos. The Cosmic Force too, connects with the souls that have left their physical bodies.

However, did you know, there are a few living souls, where the force is strongest with them. THEY posse the gift.

It’s been written :

Thou energy from the Living Force, ATEN.

From ATEN, all things that have ever lived are the FORCE.

ATEN feeds into the Cosmic Force, binding everything and communicating to the strong few, now with the Force.

WE must use the Force for good and stay fast from Evil.

To us, WE are gifted by Aten, the ONE and only FORCE.

WE are now with THEY whom are with the WORD.

The Word ATEN existed in the beginning: the Word was both present with God.

GOD is ATEN, Our saviour in the living and afterlife.

Before creation the Word was God.

THEY were present with God in the beginning.

Thou art THEY who have the power with ATEN, with the grace of GOD ATEN, THEY are.

Our ancestors also taught us we’re all connected to the countless universes throughout time and space. As one universe dies, another is born through the force of what are called ‘Blackholes’, sucking up the energy of planets, galaxies and even Light itself, becoming victims of there own demise.”

Another child speaks out,”Black Hole ?”

“Yes my child,” said Horus,” Think of the eddies in the River Nile. Swirling waters that can suck you to the bottom of the river. We all know not to swim by the swift current of the River, not to mention the crocodiles patiently waiting for the unsuspecting victim. From birth, you’ve been taught to stay away from the rivers edge and the swirling waters, known as ‘eddies’. The forces of the swirling river will indeed drown even the strongest swimmer. Think of eddies as Blackholes. The only difference is, Blackholes are massive forces of nature, sucking up stars and planets. Even light can not escape its cosmic force.”

Horus looks at his students. He takes a minute to let it all sink in, then continues,” In the scriptures, it is written by our ancestors :

‘As the One is connected to the [Cosmic] Force, so are THEY. THEY and the ONE are together, as one, since the beginning of time. All the energy above and below are connected. WE are ONE of many. ‘

The children are becoming impatient, fidgeting and whispering amongst them. Horus stops and says,” That’s enough teaching for this morning, my children. It’s high noon and time to eat. Please…go ! We’ll continue afterwards. “

All the children race off with a burst of energy. To them, it’s play time.

Nefertiti looks concerned, “ Horus, my dear friend. Do you think they understand? Or is it too much for their little minds?”

“My dear Queen, the children are smarter then you think,” said Horus,” They will absorb it all and take it with them in life. Some may be confused now, but after several teachings, even the slow will pick it up. Wait. You’ll see. This afternoon I’ll introduce them to our priestesses Meritaten, your eldest daughter. She will amuse them all with the Force”.

Nefertiti smiles,”Oh Yes ! I’m sure of it ! Won’t our children be surprised.”

“Indeed,” Horus said,” Indeed they will my dear Queen.”

In the heat of the day, the children are protected by the interior of the sacred pyramid. They all gather around Nefertiti who is now sitting in the Pharaoh’s golden chair. Horus is at her side, as are the Imperial Guards.

“My children, “Nefertiti said,”This afternoon Horus and I have a special treat for you. Now, I’m not talking about sweets. No. I’m talking about entertainment, just for you. Let me introduce you to my eldest daughter Meritaten – the sacred one loved by Aten. Meritaten has just finished her training and is now a priestesses adored by Aten.”

The children cheer !

Nefertiti summons her daughter with the sacred staff. Hitting the floor twice, Meritaten enters the room. She is wearing high laced leather boots, a see-through light Egyptian robe (without any restrictions)

gathered by a thin leather belt. Her leggings are close to capri pants women wear today. On her head she’s wearing a light Egyptian gold-plated helmet itched with scriptures on the sides, covering her ears. To protect her, she’s wearing a breast plate of thin gold, lined with jewels. The armour is indeed impressive and stylish – fit for any priestesses. Meritaten is a young tall woman in her twenties, thin but strong. It was common, Meritaten and her mother Nefertiti were mistaken for each other. Neatly tucked into her helmet, you could barely see her jet-black braided hair. Her eyes were the same colour as her moms, emerald-green. They were sure to captivate you, by luring you into her spell.

Meritaten kneels and bows to the Queen.

“I am here at your request, my Queen Mother of Egypt. May the force and glory of Aten be at your side,” said Meritaten.

“I’m delighted you have come to show our children what you have learned. Please begin,” said Nefertiti, as she motions one of her guards to be her apponenant.

Excitement feels the air.

The guard pulls out his razor-sharp sword, lunging at Meritaten with all his might. Meritaten sidesteps before the sword could cut her in half. He whirls around with another swipe, missing his opponent. Meritaten kicks him in the back, making him tumble to the floor.

In rage, he rushes Meritaten.

It’s as if everything is in slow motion, the guard charging, as Meritaten puts out her hand. A blast of unseeable energy throws the soldier back the distance of the room, tumbling head over heels across the floor.

The children gasp!

To see the FORCE in action was indeed exhilarating. It all seem like magic.

Nefertiti slams the sacred staff down. It is finished. Both opponents face the Queen and bow. Meritaten removes her helmet, leaning it on her hips.

“What a wonderful display using the force,” exclaims Nefertiti. She gets off the Royal chair and gives her daughter a warm hug, “ I’m so proud of what you’ve accomplished,” as she looks into her eyes. A mother couldn’t be any prouder.

The children once again cheer.

“That my children is a demonstration using the power of the force,” said the Queen,” It’s time to once again follow Horus to the centre of the room, so he may teach you further. Please go !”

The children scrambled away, like hungry hyena‘s, ready to pounce on their prey.

“This afternoon I’m going to teach you more of the sacred scriptures and how our ancestors were here before we were even conceived,” said Horus,” Please sit.”

As told, they quickly sat down, waiting eagerly for the priestess message.

“Good,”smiled Horus,”I’m so happy you complied. Let’s begin.”

And once again, the story continued —

“ A long long long time ago, our ancestors came to earth with Lord God Aten.

THEY and the WORD saw the earth teaming with life.

And God saw that it was good.

Then God said,” Let us make mankind in our image,

In our likeness, he and THEY made them;

Male and female he created us.

From the animal of Apeman THEY transformed us into THEM.

THEM, THEY and God ATEN were now in the same image.

God blessed THEM and said to THEM, “ Be fruitful and increase

in numbers ; fill the earth and subdue it.

“We children are them,” Horus said,” WE are the new creation.

We are human beings. Any questions?”

One child speaks out,” What were we before?”

“Good question my child,” Horus smiles,” Aten transformed us

from Apeman to human beings with the help of our ancestors.

Our ancestors, like Queen Nefertiti, are superior beings to us.

They are an advanced intelligent civilization, which simply

means they’re generations ahead of us. Here’s a new word for you

to ponder over,”genetically-advanced”. With time, human beings

[us; them] will slowly advance too. In the meantime, listen to

our scriptures :

Thou appearest beautifully on the horizon of heaven,

Thou living Aton, the beginning of life!

When thou art rise on the eastern horizon,

Thou has filled every land with they beauty….

Thy rays encompass the lands to the limit of all that thou hast made….

When thou settest in the western horizon,

The land is in darkness in the manner of death…

At daybreak, when thou arisest on the horizon,

When thou shinest as the Aton by day,

Thou drivest away the darkness…

“Any more questions my children?” Horus looks around at the curious eyes. He noticed one puzzled,” You!”

The shy child within the circle pops up surprised,” Me?”

“Yes you, my child,” said Horus,”What’s your name?”

“Your highness,” the child said,”My parents call me Neferneferuaten. It means ‘Beauty of the Beauties of the Aten.”

“Yes, of course it does, Horus said,”You look puzzled. Do you have a question?”

“Ah…I think so,” Neferneferuaten says,” May I ask how we are part of the force ?”

“Of course you can Neferneferuaten,” Horus said,” Our soul, our heart, our living energy inside is part of the force. We are only a small part of energy throughout the vast countless universes. When we die, we all join the force as one. However, there are a few living souls that are gifted with the force while living amongst us. THEY are with ATEN. Your mother, Queen Nefertiti is a direct descendant of THEY, our ancestors. That means, you may obtain the force and not realize it yet. THEY can speak directly to ATEN. “

“Can you speak to Aten ?” said Neferneferuaten.

“I pray to Aten my dear child,” Horus smiles,”I don’t have the living force in me, but your mother, Queen Nefertiti does. I can only talk directly to our God Aten, when your mother or King Akhenaten is present. Maybe one day, you will be able to connect to the force. It will be then, you too will be able to speak directly to Aten. I’m just a messenger. I translate Aten’s wishes to our people. Only the holy have this privilege. It takes years of training and prayer to become a priestess. “

Horus pauses, “ Do you understand what I’m saying my child ?”

Neferneferuaten nods,” I think so…”

“Good,” Horus says,” Good. Ok children. There’s one last thing I must teach you today. There’s bad and good in our world. Then there’s evil. Evil is the darkness. The dark side. It’s the dark energy I was talking about. It’s up to us not to be swayed by evil and do good. Be good and wish no harm upon others. Treat every living thing with respect and always pray to our God Aten. You may not hear him, but he can hear you. If you’re the chosen one, he may let you hear him. He’s always watching, so be good onto others, as you want others to be good to you. Do not judge, or you too will be judged. For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you. “

Nefertiti stands up,”Let’s give Horus a warm thank you. Head to the ships, I will be with you shortly.”

The children one by one give Horus a hug and then race off.

“Should’ve we told them why we’re here in the first place? “ Nefertiti folds her arms.

Horus bows to the queen,” With due respect my Queen, we don’t want to scare them. When they’re older, I believe they’ll understand. After all, if they knew our souls were placed here on earth because their souls were rejected within the cosmic force, due to past lives, I’m sure they would become bewildered and sadness would fill their hearts. If they realized this is living-hell-on-earth, they would feel empty with despair. This is why we must slowly teach them the Word. Only with the Word, can they enter through the afterlife free of conscious, towards the centre of cosmic force. We know that we are of God, and that the whole world lies in the power of evil. We are here to start over again until we get it right. How many times, I don’t know. Unfortunately there’s isn’t anything fair upon the living. We are tested to achieve a better self worth of our living souls.

Nefertiti nods,”Maybe in time, some will get it right, while others still may be under the spell of evil. I hope for their souls ; they will become closer to the living force of good and abstain from evil.”

“ Yes my dear Queen,” Horus agrees,” That’s why you and our ancestors are here. To monitor our progress. Some of us may not make it. Millions of us may die here on earth, only to be reborn again, and again, and again. If evil sweeps the universe, that universe will be destroyed, so a new one may once again start. It’s a cycle of birth and rebirth ; life and death. We can only pray our souls will grow into Nirvana :

A state in which our mind and soul are enlightened as to the illusory nature of the self, transcends all suffering and attains PEACE.

It may be hell-on-earth right now, but there’s hope. Hope for the betterment of mankind. Betterment of our souls. “

“The Force is Within You”

THE END – 3932 words

By Bari Demers – I hope you enjoyed my latest story. In all, it took me 5 days of 4 hr days to complete it. Writing takes so much energy. Each story I write has a hidden message and sometimes refers to another story. I’m not the religious type, but I feel we do have a soul and that soul has an energy of good and evil. We must find the good in us before we destroy ourselves. We must find NIRVANA – our soul must be at PEACE with its self, in order to continue in the cosmic order of things. You may call it GOD, I call it ENERGY.

Peace out ✌️ Total word count : 4020

What IF…

Oumuamua

It’s been said by Prof. Abraham Loeb ( who so happens to be the chairman of Harvard University’s Astronomy Department) that,” This could be one of the greatest discoveries in human history.”

As said,”It’s his scientific belief, “Oumuamua” could possibly be an ancient spaceship sent a long time ago from Vega, the brightest star in the Lyra constellation, which is 26 light-years from us.” If you’re into scifi movies like I am, you’ll remember the 1997 film “Contact,” Vega is the star Dr. Eleanor Arroway ( played by my favourite actress, Jodie Foster) sent radio waves, in search of other alien civilizations.

Oumuamua is the first object in history to pass through our solar system ,originating from another constellation. It’s very old and after many cycles of wandering through our solar system, it has deteriorated, resembling an asteroid.

However, what IF…

In my art, I try to imagine what it may have looked like thousands of years ago. Look at the different stages I’ve presented. Maybe its crew suffered damaged and has been circling our solar system ever since. Maybe there is or was another civilization, like us, exploring our earth 100,000 years ago…

Ancient Civilization

What IF it’s true?

Bari Demers – screenwriter

Read more about “Oumuamua” in this article.

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I AM HUMAN

I AM HUMAN.

WE ARE ALL HUMAN. However, with over 7.4 billion people, we can’t seem to get along. Mother Earth is barely holding on, as diverse cultures breed across its globe.

Mother Earth is constantly being misused by HUMAN BEINGS, polluting the lands, our oceans and the air we breathe. As we coexist with millions of species of wildlife, our arrogant self is damaging our planet faster then ever before. Our over-populated species are crowding every little space, consuming our resources at an alarming rate. WE already know, in order to sustain us, our species must explore the universe, sure to infect another planet, before it’s too late.

WE ARE HUMAN.

We’re like this out-of-control virus, with this incurable sensation to survive, no matter what. However, nature is fighting back. It’s in our genetics, tracing back to our prehistoric ancestors (the caveman) keeping close to our KIND.

Our “kind” can be divided up into five races :

• Caucasoid

• Negroid

• Capoid

• Mongoloid (Oriental/ Amerindian)

• Australoid (Australian Aborigine and Papuan)

It’s then we’re subdivided into each of our origins, such as English, French, and Italian. After this division, we become more divided by each religion and culture. AND – that’s where everything goes to HELL. Nature is fighting back because of our narrow mindedness. We humans cause wars over religion, race, culture and colour, in an attempt to say we’re a better race or have the right religion. In the end, we’ll eliminate ourselves as nature continues on without us. It may take a million years, but Mother Earth will reboot, starting up another evolutionary species.

It’s sad, really.

Here we are ; intelligent HOMO-SAPIENS evolving from our ancestors, but too stupid to realize our own fate, due to arrogance. Our species are resourceful but can never accept or respect each other for who we are.

NO.

Instead we nitpick, clumped together in each of our own cultures, like the caveman we are. Let’s look at ME for example. My culture is said to be a mixture of French and Italian, but my DNA throws in Cree. Because I’m NOT one hundred percent French, Italian or Cree, each culture doesn’t consider me part of their family. As far as their concerned, I’m just a cross-breed, otherwise known as “Heinz 57”. It means, the French, Italians and Cree don’t respect me for who I am. THEY will NOT welcome me into their homes, because technically I’m not part of their culture.

I AM HUMAN.

Even though my father comes from a long line of DEMERS following back to the origins of France, settling in Lower Canada 🇨🇦 (now Quebec) way before the English ever step foot on Canadian soil, the French will never consider me their own.

Even though my mother comes from a long line of VARZES since the Roman Empire, the Italians have never welcomed me into their homes, since my grandfather died.

Even though my French ancestors played house with the first nations (indigenous aboriginal) people, the Cree think of me as an outsider. When we use the term, “Indian”, we’re quickly referred to as being racist, when their race freely refer us, as “White Man”. Believe it or not, both slangs are indeed racist.

Let me explain further.

I’m an artist, be it writing, drawing or graphic design. My Art has taken me along many adventures, including submersing myself into the Northwest Native Art, for the past 40 years. Just recently I asked a member of the First Nations people to help me with this design, as I want to explore the inner meanings of their culture. This is what this person told me, “ I don’t feel comfortable giving advise because the art work you are trying to produce is a form of cultural appropriation. There is more knowledge that goes into a design, that has been passed down from many generations, and has almost went extinct. This is our form of visual language. I appreciate that you enjoy our culture, but there is so much more to learn to respect the artwork.”

Teach me then.

Please teach me the right way to embrace your culture. No response.

Little does she realize I’ve study this art form when I was a teenager. I’m well aware of each cultural background, but like many First Nations People, they each have their own spin on it. It’s their personal art, from their inner soul and spirituality. I may not be one hundred percent Cree, but that’s doesn’t make me an outsider.

Cultural Appropriation.

Now that term is offensive to any artist on this planet. Each artist has his/her own way to express their inner demons of expression, since the dawn of mankind. Each tribal member may have its own form of language arts, but it’s not right to say, we don’t have the right to express it in our own form. That’s like telling an artist you’re banned from expression. I truly understand they want to keep their culture and way of life, passing it down from generation to generation. In fact, I totally respect their culture, requiring guidance, to pursue my artwork. BUT…not to allow an artist to express themselves, has gone too far. Ironically, she asks her followers to draw their expression of Spiritual animals, such as a whale, raven or eagle. Isn’t that also a form of cultural appropriation ?

I AM HUMAN.

I’m a human beings, like any other human being on this earth. All I’m asking is to stop crying wolf when you’re doing the same to others. Treat me as a human being. Treat me NOT as an outsider, but share me your culture. WE must all be treated like EQUALS, no matter your race, religion or cultural upbringing. Embracing each other as a loving family is when WE may eventually get along. To close-the-door in my face is not only rude but arrogant, no matter who YOU are.

The French and Italians have done the exact same thing. So be it. I’m CANADIAN and extremely proud to be part of this wonderful country. My culture is Canadian, that’s my NEW culture.

It frustrates me to no end, as each culture embraces their own, without inviting outsiders, welcoming them in. I say,”Look forward to the future, embrace each human being as your GOD intended YOU to. It’s called respect.”

By Bari Demers – screenwriter

NOTE : Please be respectful. You never know what may come out of it.

SCIFI FRIDAY

Happy Friday Everyone!

I decided to rewrite one of my scifi stories on a different format other then WordPress in the attempts of allowing viewers to “gift” my efforts, if they choose to do so. Here’s the first page of the First Chapter of my Scifi online Book.

I hope you enjoy – CLICK HERE

Follow along here or on my new platform for continuing short stories in each Chapter of my online Book.

Thank you,

Bari Demers – screenwriter ” I envision a story and bring it to Life” BMD

PS – I hope you enjoy my latest art piece above.

Also : BLACK ANGELS “Pride had cast him down…Oh to Scared Earth. A Black Evil has spread across the Lands…O to the HORROR of Earth.

It’s inevitable!

BLACK ANGELS : A science-fiction horror genre based on the arrival of our Ancestors and how it changed mankind forever!

My Art Gallery Promoting Black Angels 

Black Angels by Bari Demers
Welcome to my Art Gallery promoting my screenplay BLACK ANGELS.  I’m a self taught Canadian graphic artist, but do have the traditional Fine Art diploma ’76 from Okanagan College in British Columbia, Canada. 

BLACK ANGELS is a science-fiction horror genre based on the arrival of our ancestors and how it changed mankind forever. 

I’ve always had an interest in anything related to SciFi and/or Horror, from Aliens to 2001: A Space Odyssey.   I could go on about my screenplay, but today I like to introduce you to science-fiction artwork and it’s my hope I will spark your interest to either follow me here on wordpress, Instagram or Twitter

Enjoy 😊 

The Ancient Egyptian Gods 

The Egyptian Gods by Bari Demers
BLACK ANGELS – The Morning Sun hides the Evening Stars – Satan’s shadow rises through the Blackness of Night

Black Angels- screenplay by Bari Demers
Here’s my fan base art poster of the new ALIEN – COVENANT 

Alien Covenant- Fanart by Bari Demers
In my screenplay BLACK ANGELS it’s my theory our ancient ancestors visited Earth by means of some kind of high energy, either through an existing SUN or gas PLANET.  With that in mind I produce the ANCIENT WORMHOLE. 

Ancient Wormhole by Bari Demers
WE HAVE ARRIVED – MARS is related to either us or our ancient ancestors finally arriving on MARS 

We Have Arrived by Bari Demers
NEXT – Here’s THE GODS OD SIRUS referred to where our Ancient Ancestors came from, within the Sirius Cluster in the Alpha Canis Majoris Constellation. 

The GODS of SIRUS by Bari Demers
My next poster BLACK ANGELS gives you a clue when they arrived.

BLACK ANGELS by Bari Demers
And here’s a movie poster teaser of BLACK ANGELS – COMING TO A WORLD NEAR YOU.

Black Angels- Coming to a World near YOU

My last piece is related to my storyline: 

IN this latest graphic art piece I produced, it’s a series of 17 separate steps to get the final result. This doesn’t include the shadows and colour arrangements. 

Look into the background- what do you see ? 

BACKGROUND: I placed the Pyramids within a crimson blue stormy night sky. You can see ancient Egypt’s King Tutankhamen, the Great Pharaoh is released into the sky from his Pyramid Tomb, continuing his journey to the afterworld.  

FOREGROUND / STORYLINE: The Priestesses BLACK ANGEL is the most powerful GOD of them all, unknown to King Tutankhamen, his precarious journey leads to the Darkside, otherwise known as the ‘DarkWorld’, trapped forever between the freedom of the LIGHT and DARKNESS.

BLACK ANGELS by Bari Demers
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by Bari Demers – screenwriter 

The Egyptian Gods leave behind Clues

The Egyptian Gods by Bari Demers
All the work and art I produce relates back to my screenplay BLACK ANGELS. Today isn’t any different, as I’m fascinated with ‘The Ancient Egyptian Gods’ and the ‘Discovery of King Tut’ himself. 

The behind-the-scenes of BLACK ANGELS started way back in 1980’s, when I started questioning, “Where did we come from and why are we such a destructive race?” 

The clues were out there. I just had to find them. 

Originally, with an Italian/French background, my youth was brainwashed into the Catholic faith. But, after years of observing this religion, I wasn’t satisfied with its religious doctrines, as my thirst of knowledge was never answered truthfully.  

Therefore I went on a five year journey of discovery, studying religions, from Jehovah’s Witness, Mormons, The Salvation Army, to the Bahá’í Faith.  

Intrigued by the Bahá’í faith, I began studying its origin. 

Its religious beliefs were founded by Bahá’u’lláh in the 19th century Persia. It was in defiance to the radical Islamic doctrines and unfortunately Bahá’u’lláh himself was imprisoned and exiled. Like any contradictory religion of its time, the controlling powers-to-be considered the Bahá’í faith blasphemy and was severely dealt with.  It’s really not any different today with our continuing saga of complete turmoil within this hostel environment we all live in, just because of our differences in todays religions.

Their religious beliefs revolves around the theory that Buddha, Jesus, and Muhammad were divine messengers, including Bahá’u’lláh himself. Most importantly, Bahá’u’lláh was surrounded by the idea of having a peaceful existence for all of humanity, even though to this very day, we still haven’t achieved it. Unfortunately peace into today’s society is such a taboo thought, due to worldly radical (religious) doctrines, exploiting control over their insane beliefs. 

After careful consideration of each religion, they all failed miserably, one by one. All are led to CONTROL and subject to some sort of financial gain. In the end, it was painfully clear to me, all manmade religions are clouded by one form of greed or another. 

It was inevitable. 

THE SEARCH AND OUR ANCESTORS 

After my religious undertaking, I eventually decided to do more research about the Syrians, Persians, Egyptians and Roman historical accounts. The discovery of the Sirian, Persian and Egyptian Gods led me to a more profound answer to our very existence. From there (in about 1995), I started writing a series of screenplay drafts devoted to the theory, mankind was visited by ancient visitors, only referred to as the ‘GODS OF THE HEAVENS’. Even though my screenplay is a science-fiction horror genre called BLACK ANGELS, it’s based on historical accounts of scriptures, including hieroglyphic scripts and biblical prophesy, where’s it’s the understanding mankind was genetically altered prematurely from our relatives, the Denisovans or Denisova hominins, changing us into a smarter race of human beings. 

However, as this is referred to as the smoking-gun to the “missing link”, it’s without deadly consequences. 

Today, humans may be intelligent, but consider the normal evolutionary timeline, we have quickly become a dangerous species, suited more for war then peace, fighting our inner demons along the way. Discouraged by the fate of mankind, I eagerly plowed through the historical timeline of the Egyptian Dynasty, knowingly all to well, they were only representatives, trying their best to duplicate the existence of the GODS, themselves. A good example of this is when I recently discovered my own treasure of historical artifacts through tedious research of the Egyptian Pharaoh, King Tut. With this information I discovered an array of valuable historical artifacts with an amazing story behind the secret Egyptian King, the illusive boy with the golden mask. 

Here’s my discovery – 

King Tut's Chair

DISCOVERY OF KING TUT BY HOWARD CARTER AND ITS EXHIBITION 

The Discovery of King Tut Exhibition came to North American from 1976 – 1979, showcasing Tutankhamun’s tomb in the Valley of the Kings between the tombs of Rameses II and Rameses IV. 

The fascinating historical accounts go like this:  

Incredibly, local robbers entered the tomb twice, but each time failed to find any treasures. However, in 1922, archaeologist Howard Carter found four secret chambers completely intact. For years before the discovery, Carter’s patron, Lord Carnarvon painstakingly inspected every inch in the Valley of the Kings, telling his colleague the Tutankhamun’s tomb had nothing of interest. 
But on November 22, 1922 Carter discovered one chamber, and within this chamber hide two more chambers. Inspecting the last chamber, he noticed a tight corridor leading to yet another chamber. 

As stated by the Canadian Museum of History, “This chamber was heavily guarded by two black sentry-statues, representing the royal ka (soul) and symbolize the hope of rebirth — the qualities of Osiris, who was reborn after he died.” 

Carter’s persistence had finally paid off, finding the fourth and last chamber, exposing the secret burial chamber and unfolding the legendary tomb of King Tutankhamun (the boy behind the golden mask). Within these walls, the room exposed priceless golden treasures, known as the greatest archeological findings of the 20th century. 

For my own personal interest, It would have been remarkable to be able to see these historical treasures in person, but unfortunately, King Tut treasures weren’t available during the 1986 World Exposition in Vancouver, BC, that my wife and I attended. However, what we did see was still pretty cool, featuring “The Great Pharaoh Ramses and His Time during EXPO 86.” 

Even though these impressive artifacts captivated my interest, it just isn’t the same as the real exhibition from 1976 – 1979, where it’s last visit was at the Royal Ontario Museum, Toronto, Ontario. During this time period I was busy raising a family and too broke to even think of visiting Egypt, where the artifacts remain to this very day.

Indeed, King Tutankhamun Eighteenth Dynasty is an amazing timeline in our history.  

IN CONCLUSION

To me, after years of studying various religions, reading and seeing historical artifacts, it became clear everyone, everywhere in history tried their best to imitate the GODS, but all fell short to duplicate our ancestral legacy. You can pretty much tell, their technology and architectural buildings weren’t up to snuff to the true GODS, they wanted so bad to replicate. 

In addition, ever since the missing-link, the peculiar advancement of our human brain (within a short evolutionary timeline) and the ever increasing violence from our savage instincts, it leads me to believe we weren’t alone in the beginning, during the birth of our homo-sapiens existence.  

On top of it all, it’s still a mystery of what happened to our fathering ancestors and exactly why did they leave ? Where did they go ? It has left us humans baffled with speculation, only to search for more answers. It’s possible we might find the truth, as mankind takes on a new adventure, searching beyond the safety of mother earth, heading towards another mystery, MARS.  

Maybe, once we reach Mars, all our questions will be answered. Or, just maybe, my screenplay, BLACK ANGELS already tells the story of our ancient ancestors, only referred to as ‘THE GODS OF THE HEAVENS’. It’s now up to Hollywood to bring us closer to the truth by releasing my screenplay BLACK ANGELS

By Bari Demers – screenwriter 

References

Black Angels Background 

Bahá’í Faith

The Egyptians by Timothy Reid

Exhibitions of artifacts from the tomb of Tutankhamun Tour Egypt 

Canadian Museum of History 

James Montana Scripts 

Black Angels Project – the Art

BLACK ANGELS screenplay by Bari Demers

BLACK ANGELS is my screenplay project I’ve been working on for a good 7 years now. 

Above is my latest poster art piece called “Ancient Wormhole” .  Please vote by joining me on @instagram bari_scriptwriter. It helps me decide on the best art pieces for my BLACK ANGELS PROJECT.   Like here or on Instagram– I truly appreciate your help – thank you 😊.

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ABOUT BLACK ANGELS PROJECT 

The Desert Sun by photography Adam Pass

Photo by photographer Adam Pass from Deathvalley.  

I thought of the above quote while writing BLACK ANGELS screenplay.  

The Morning Sun hides behind the evening Stars…Satan’s shadow rises through the Desert Storm.”

My quote leaves a clue to the storyline of BLACK ANGELS.  The next quote provides a more sinister clue. 

“Pride had cast him down..O to Sacred Earth…a Black Evil has spread across the Lands…O to the horrors of Earth.”

It’s a science-fiction horror genre based on the arrival of our Ancestors and how it changed mankind forever.   

Logline:  Drug addict war hero seeks revenge for brother’s death, risking his crew in a mining expedition on planet ALPHA XL-420 for the priceless Red Crystal, essential to saving their species from a deadly virus.​

The whole purpose of producing my artistic posters is to capture movie producers and directors interest.  Eventually it will be hard to avoid my marketing quest of BLACK ANGELS screenplay. 

By Bari Demersscreenwriter