Our Living Hell

PRIDE had cast him above all others.

Darkness slowly absorbed his soul.

Lambs of his Cult are blinded by all the GLORY.

In their EYES, he could do no harm.

As if a KING, he becomes narcissistic, filling his ego with worldly pleasures, ignoring the poor, the sick and vulnerable.

Cloaked as an Angel of Light, the shadow of EVIL spreads across the EARTH.

He is but a MAN, absorbed in his own glory.

Little does he know, he is just one of many.

He is nothing more then a pawn of life, covered in his own waste of greed.

O to the HORRORS of mankind – DARKNESS has filled every corner, every seed of life.

What was right, is now wrong.

What was wrong, is now right.

The living are now the DEAD.

AS I pass through the ‘Valley of Life’, something stirs inside of me.

Something is wrong, but I can’t see it, I can’t taste it, I can’t touch it.

I can’t say what it is, but I know something is seriously wrong.

Is it a DREAM or is it a NIGHTMARE ?

Suddenly, I open my EYES…and there it is, as plain as day.

My heart is filled with tears of sorrow.

OH my dear GOD, I AM awake.

WE are in the VALLEY OF DEATH.

I AM a witness to the HORRORS on Earth.

I AM a witness to the PRIDE of MANKIND.

I AM a witness to the EVIL of DARKNESS.

OH MY DEAR GOD, I AM witness to HELL on EARTH !

By Bari Demers

MEANING OF HELL ON EARTH :

We are born on earth, believing this life of ours is a privilege. We govern ourselves believing we are doing right, but inside we know it’s all wrong. We humans may do as we please, without consequences. We like to think our laws of justice have real consequences, but really, it’s the living who prevail in the end, no matter how evil YOU are.

Our lives are filled with materialistic things which have no meaning. Our thirst for more hunts us to the day we die. We are never satisfied with what we have.

As it was written, it’s been said the meek shall inherit the Earth.

But in reality, the meek are nothing more then the ignorant. Our world is twisted with evil throughout our very existence. We like to believe we are doing right, but we know we are doing more harm, then good. Mankind leaves a trail of blood shed and destruction in its path, destroying everything we touch.

We begin to question all around us, why are things so wrong ?

Why are the weak, the poor, the vulnerable tortured ?

Why do we experience the worse in life, trying to make the best of life?

There is no justice. There is only pain.

It’s then we realize, we are the LIVING DEAD, already tortured throughout our lives until the day we are buried into the ground, into the dust of the forgotten.

WE are the living dead on earth – WE are on earth, living within the HELL of reality.

WE will grow old and die. This is indeed HELL, simply because, after this LIFE, there isn’t any life after death. This is the end of everything we know, soon to be forgotten in time.

WE must have been brought here from the Cosmos of Life in search of ourselves, only to realize there isn’t anything else.

WE are in a twisted fate of anguish – WE ARE ALL the living dead tortured on a hellish earth, spreading our seed of misery across the universe.

GOD has already given JUDGEMENT to us ALL.

Have a wonderful day – Welcome to Hell.

By Bari Demers – screenwriter/ storyteller

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Nefertiti and Black Angels

The ART piece of Nefertiti and its relationship to Black Angels by Bari Demers.

About Nefertiti:

As you see above, my art piece is the Egyptian Queen Nefertiti, Royalty of the Pharaoh Akhenaten dynasty. However, you can see a remarkable change, including her alien eyes, I cleverly crafted.

Queen Nefertiti is indeed a historical wonder, as there isn’t any trace of a tomb where she may lie today. One recent theory was believed her secret grave might have been hidden beneath the Tutankhamun’s tomb. Unfortunately, a radar scan preformed by a National Geographic team, turned up no visible trace.

The other theory is ( according to Wiki ) “…Nefertiti ruled as Neferneferuaten after her husbands death.”

Whatever may be the case, their dynasty, indeed, was in turmoil.

Nefertiti and Akhenaten ruled together from 1353 to 1336 B.C. Their New Kingdom of the 18th Dynasty turned controversial, due to the upheaval of a new religious structure, where only ONE GOD, ATUM was introduced, rejecting the earlier Egyptian beliefs of many GODS. After their deaths, the Egyptian Priests defaced all transcripts and monuments, changing back to the original worshipping of, “The Gods of the Heavens.”

Unfortunately today, archeologists are having a rough time trying to solve the mystery of “Where does the Tomb of Nefertiti lie ?”

It may be as simple as tomb robbers have already taken the riches, fading into history. Optimist I am ( sound like Yoda – lol Read also Obi-Wan) it’s my belief it’s just a matter of time before they solve the puzzle behind our mysterious Queen Nefertiti.

Graphic Art Explained:

The before image ( as you see) is the original artifact, presently on display at the Neues Museum in Berlin, Germany.

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My transformation of Nefertiti took over 8 hours, into the image you see now. There are several stages of intricate artwork to transform my art of Nefertiti into the goddess for my genre science-fiction horror screenplay Black Angels.

I’m NOT a professional graphic artist but a freelance screenwriter. Even still, I do have two years of Applied Arts from Okanagan College in Kelowna , BC, Canada 🇨🇦(way back in the 70’s). Since then technology and graphic art techniques have changed drastically with the help of computers. If I were to restart my career today I would apply at the Visual College of Art and Design (VCAD) in Vancouver. Here they provide excellent courses on Visual Effects Art and Design, Graphic Design, Game Development and Design. Maybe then I would be accepted at MPC Film ( Movie Picture Film Company), also in Vancouver.

As they say,” It is what it is”, meaning I can’t change my history.

However, any ART I do is often an expression of who I am inside. Be it, writing my science-fiction stories or painting, it means so much to me personally. Maybe one day I will be as famous as Picasso, like so many dead artist are. Who knows?

The Relationship of Black Angels :

Lately, my concentration of my art is simply to promote my screenplay Black Angels. I want my audience (scifi fans) to envision my characters within my storyline.

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

It’s inevitable.

Black Angels is a science-fiction horror genre based on the arrival of our Ancestors and how it changed mankind forever.

Nefertiti is a descendant of Queen Siri .

Queen Siri is believed to be one of “The Gods of the Heavens” who traveled here from Planet Sirius 5, within the Canis Major Constellation.

Even though ancient Egyptians built remarkable architectural pyramids, they still weren’t the true gods from the heavens. Even though the “Gods of the Heavens” did visit earth, they left due to mysterious reasons. I believe my screenplay has cracked the case on what really happened to our alien ancestors. Queen Siri was a descendant of the true gods, who helped the human Egyptian race to form their ancient culture. After the “Gods of the Heavens” disappeared, they tried to imitate the gods as best as they could, but still were not as effective as the gods were.

The pyramid structures of today are a good example of this.

Nefertiti was indeed a real Egyptian Queen and a legacy to the Egyptian history. Even though she was descendant of Queen Siri , only Queen Siri and her crew were responsible in transforming us human beings into what we are today. It’s my believe, theses gods were a highly advanced civilization who discovered earth over 150,000 years ago, in the time mankind was still trying to get a foothold on earth. With cross genetic manipulation, man’s evolution was fast forward into the creation of a different kind human race. Different in, if mankind continued on without altering our genetics and followed the evolutionary timeline, it would have taken man another two millions years to develop correctly.

It brings into question, “why we are the way we are today?”

Today, it’s obvious how a destructive race of human beings we can be. Our history and religion surely shows our cruel vindictive selfs. Maybe if the “Gods of the Heavens” were here today, guiding us into a better race of people, (we so far miserably failed) we may have become a more peaceful respectable human species, without war, crime and deceit.

Unfortunately, something terrible happened to our true ancestors and it’s my belief my story of Black Angels explains their fate. It may be, they’re secretly here on Earth – you never know!

I hope you enjoy my ART and stories. Please support my efforts by either purchasing my art or gifting within my stories.

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We are Illogical 

The Okanagan- My Home
Today, as I write, ‘We are illogical’, I have arrived in the sunny Okanagan Valley of British Columbia, Canada 🇨🇦. Throughout the fall and winter months you’ll find me feverishly writing science-fiction thrillers and assorted screenplays, such as BLACK ANGELS (ready for release) and short stories, like Android Alisha. But during the months of June, July and August, you’ll find me at my summer home, partaking in outdoor activities within our Canadian oasis, well known by celebrities across North American. In fact, as we speak, there’s a couple of filming crews setting up in Kelowna, BC. This may be the summer home for the rich and famous, but to me, it’s simply where I was raised as a kid. It’s indeed my home. For Canada 150 or your next vacation I highly recommend you take a visit to the sunny Okanagan Valley of British Columbia, Canada 🇨🇦.

Black Angels by Bari Demers
WE ARE ILLOGICAL 

My creative art of writing can be referred to as the ‘Vincent Van Gogh art-impressionist-style’, left with secret hidden messages throughout each paragraph. Writing is an expression from my inner soul, hoping to make a difference to my readers, as they begin to explore the plots and twists behind my stories.

Throughout my life I have questioned our reality.  The how and why of our very existence is indeed intriguing, leading me to believe the possibilities of a higher intelligence far surpassing our own. I like to refer them as our ancestral GODS, who have left behind visible landmarks and scriptural clues. It’s even speculated the GODS of the Heavens may have altered our DNA and evolutionary timeline, making us who were are today. 

With the ways of our human race, it frustrates me to no end, “Why do we react in such an illogical behavioural pattern, causing physical harm to others, over our proposed belief in religion and/or power ?” 

As Mr Spock would say,” “May I say that I have not thoroughly enjoyed serving with humans? I find their illogic and foolish emotions a constant irritant.” 

Writing is my passion and speaks out to our foolish ways, thinking we have complete control over everything. Where, in reality, we are nothing more then a small dot in the evolutionary timeline, waiting to be exterminated by the forces of nature, much more powerful then we could ever comprehend.  

Our historical past is extremely violent, as is our present day. From dictatorship to religious fanatics, its remarkable our human species hasn’t yet been terminated. We are indeed an illogical species, forgetting about the needs of the many and too many of us are self absorbed in the needs of the one. 

We are illogical. 

It’s my hope my grandchildren will one day explore the fruits of our universe while building the foundation of their generation into a more stable civilized society expressing the love for others. If not, it’s just a matter of time our species will become extinct, like our predecessors, the dinosaurs. 

Maybe one day, millions of years in the future, another carbon-based species will find and decipher today’s article, taking heed to the warning signs of our demise. THEM, being an advanced civilization who were nurtured by millions of years of unaltered evolution, they may wonder how these savage human beings ever survived at all. 

OR 

Maybe today, the younger generation will read this article, realizing the fate of mankind, taking steps to eradicate the diseased virus of being self absorbed and begin a brighter future for all of mankind, where freedom is for all, wars no longer exist and the meaning of peace and love is for everyone. It will also mean we must explore other worlds, in order to remove the hardships of Mother Earth, as our footprints continuously places havoc on our planet’s fragile environment. We can be the loving caretakers of earth 🌏 and other M-based planets we visit, realizing our world is a living breathing entity of life, essential to our own well being. We still have a chance to grow into responsibility human beings with the potential to become caring individuals who takes our ‘footprint’ on earth seriously. If not, we may never repair the harm we’ve placed upon on our own beloved planet, we call HOME. And, if so, we don’t have an right to eject our human-virus onto other planets

Kelowna BC by Bari Demers
We are illogical but we can learn to be so much more. Sadly, we have the potential, but never seem to use it for the betterment of mankind. 

By Bari Demersscreenwriter and storyteller 

PS  If you enjoy my stories please join me here and subscribe for more storylines.  If you so happen to be a director or film producer and interested in reading my screenplay BLACK ANGELS – contact me below.  It’s indeed a story of how mankind became to be who we are today – Let’s make my screenplay into a blockbuster Scifi Movie. 

Dreaming Las Vegas

Vegas Reviews by Bari Demers
Today I have to share with you one of my strangest dreams, I like to call : DREAMING LAS VEGAS but before I do, I’ve just heard Don Rickles has passed away at age 90.  Last year I wrote a small article about him HERE.

One thing for sure, in this dream of mine, I’m certainly considered a Vegas Lover, to be dreaming such a bizarre storyline.  It’s a crazy dream, to be sure.  It also means I need to make another visit to Las Vegas.  

So here goes my dream : DREAMING LAS VEGAS

For some strange reason, in my dream, I’m “All By Myself” … as my mind picks up the original song by Eric Carmen

Lyrics

When I was young

I never needed anyone

And makin’ love was just for fun

Those days are gone

Livin’ alone

I think of all the friends I’ve known

But when I dial the telephone

Nobody’s home

All by myself

Don’t want to be, all by myself anymore

All by myself

Don’t want to live, all by myself anymore

Hard to be sure

Some times I feel so insecure

And love so distant and obscure

Remains the cure

(Celine Dion has sung this song many times and one of the times, was during her Las Vegas performance in 2016 after the passing of her husband. An emotionally time for dear Celine.) 

Here’s the video

 

Continue : 

I’m in a long luxurious black limo. The interior is lavishly decorated with all the bells and whistles you can think of. And get this, it even has a hot tub – go figure! I warned you it was a crazy dream 🙄. 

Arriving, my personal female driver kindly opens the door. Right away, as my hand touches hers, I noticing her long graceful soft hands with fashionable fingernails. Her nails were presented with a series of tasteful sparkles and a nice shade of dark pink. I remember the scent of her perfume instantly ; could tell right away it was an expensive Christian No. 1*

The reason is, my mom use to wear this kind of perfume on special occasions.  


Moving on : 

Getting out of the limo I noticed for the first time how beautiful my chauffeur was.  Her stunning green eyes sparkled a glimmering colour of emerald, through the light of the morning desert sun. Underneath the chauffeur style hat, her long brunette hair was tasteful tied into a ponytail.  Her smile was so captivating and innocent, it was if she caught me her web.

I was in love.  

“Mr Watts? Sir?” questioned Chris, ” Is everything alright?”

Snapping out of it, I smiled and said,” No…I mean yes …I mean …Thank you Chris.”  It then dawned on me, my first girlfriend’s name was Christine ( Chris for short ) ; maybe that’s why I was so captivated? 

Chris asked,” Will there be anything else Mr Watts?”  

In my dream, I thought, “That’s strange, she keeps calling me by the name of Watts.  My last name isn’t Watts,” I shrugged my shoulders and decided it really didn’t matter. I handed her a $20 tip and said,” No. Thank you.  Now remember to pick me up in five days. ”

She nodded and said,” Of course Sir, after all, I’m your personal chauffeur.”  

I thought for second, ” This is crazy, I can’t afford a personal driver?What does she mean? I’m not a rich movie star with my own personal entourage? ” Oh well…decided to go with it, shrugging my shoulders. 


Looking up at the lavish Vegas Resort, it features an architectural skyscraper with brilliant greyish-blue glass panels, as far as the eye can see. For some strange reason I have no idea the name of this 5 Star Resort, only that it was the best-of-the-best in Las Vegas. You know, the one celebrities and rich tycoons find favourable because of the luxurious service and expensive taste.

Heading into this upscale Vegas Resort, I was quickly greeted at the door by the GM of the Hotel. I thought, ” Whoa! Talk about service!” He reached out to shake my hand and said,” It a pleasure to see you again Mr Watts. I will personally take you to your room.” 

Again I thought,” My name isn’t Watts?! ” But whatever, I just go with it. 

We head over to the personal VIP elevator with only one button to press, featuring the Presidential Suite.

I’m thinking,” This is crazy, I can’t afford this?!” 

Reaching top floor, the golden doors of the elevator opened with a soft swish (just like the doors on Star Trek – go figure!) The GM showcases the lavish Egyptian-themed room featuring everything you can imagine, fit for any Pharaoh, Queen or King. Awestruck, I slowly walked towards the seven foot glass doors to the grand balcony overlooking the spectacular view of the Vegas Strip. The doors open automatically, peering over (looking way down), I could see the hustle and bustle of tourists, seemingly tiny as scurrying ants. 

You know that feeling when you first arrive in Vegas ? That satisfied feeling of awe and excitement, ready to take on-the-town? That’s how I felt. 

The GM said,” Your entourage will be here soon Mr Watts.”  

I nodded. Walking back in, it was then I noticed someone was putting my cloths away in the drawers from my one and only suitcase, thinking,” Boy my suitcase holds a lot of stuff.” It seemed endless, like a bottomless pit ! 

Then, just like that my dream took on another side.  

For some strange reason my room was filled with other people. I mean, like complete strangers. Like we were in a group of tourists, all doing the same tour. Some were busy emptying their luggage, as another would make a grand entrance by falling heavily on the bed next to mine. Beside my bed I noticed a stocked bar with my very own bartender. 

An attractive women beside me said,” Oh Wow! Aren’t you lucky! Your bed is the most lavish of them all.” 

The minute she said that I got that strange feeling I was indeed in the wrong room. This can’t be right? Not to embarrass myself, I quietly left the room. After all, I didn’t want these strangers to realize I was given a room I couldn’t possibly afford.  

It was then, I was on a mission to find my rightful room.  

Eventually I found the most strangest elevator, looking more of a circular laundry-shoot then an elevator. Trying to open this 18th century styled copper cylinder door, I quickly smelled something burning. You know, that electrical burning smell ? The door seemed stuck and it grind to a halt. Grabbing the door, I muscled my way in, fearing I’d miss my ride down. It’s then I realize there’s others in an adjacent elevator, beside me. As a matter of fact, it’s a series of cylinder elevators, on what seems like a roller coaster ride.  

Yes. That’s it, exactly like a roller coaster ride!

I hear one of the guys talking to his friend,” What the hell?! Why is this guy holding up the ride?” 

Below me I noticed the open grated floor, and underneath was this long endless track for a roller coaster. I was like,” Oh boy! What did I get myself into this time? I can’t stand rollercoaster rides!” Just like that I’m rushed down at supersonic speeds, heading into oblivion, like some Interstellar Spaceship. Suddenly I felt nauseated. Eyes wide open, I began to sweat with complete fear, as my fingers gripped the bars for dear life. 

Suddenly it was all over. 


I had reached the 8th Floor. Feeling light-headed my body staggered out of this peculiar elevator. Relieved to exit this time machine, my whole body felt like a ton-of-bricks. It’s like I just came back from a month aboard the ISS ( International Space Station), with me feeling like jello. 

I couldn’t seem to lift myself, as gravity took over. 

After some time of just laying there, in the middle of this Vegas Resort hallway, I finally managed to get up, edging myself against the wall (like a drunken sailer) trying to find my room. 

There it is ! Room 80000090 – Go figure ! 

I felt my pockets and there it was, a pass key. Sliding it into the door, the mechanic noise you’re so familiar with, opened the door. Staggering into this dark room, the drapes opened automatically.
It was an upgraded Vegas room overlooking a beautiful courtyard featuring an oasis of inviting pools. On one end of the 1200 sq ft room there was a stocked open-bar nestled into the corner. To the west wall was a grand Samsung 110-inch Ultra HDTV TV. In front we’re four leather Theatre lounging chairs. Along the east wall sat a dining room table, with a fully stocked kitchenette. 

Looking into the next room, it featured a huge King-sized bed with a pillow-top mattress, feather down comforter and Egyptian cotton linen. Just to my right, a marble-floor washroom showcased a glass enclosed shower, a modern deep bathtub, double sinks and a make-up side table.

I knew right then and there, I had reached the correct room.

Throwing myself onto the bed, I quickly crashed into a deep sleep. Opening my eyes I then realized it was all but a dream. 

But, oh boy, did it ever seem real! 

As a screenwriter, I just had to share this incredible dream of mine – I hope you enjoyed my crazy dream.  It clear I’m a Vegas Lover, subconsciously thinking of my next trip to wonderful wonderland Las Vegas.  This could possibly be made into a short film, I’m sure.  

By Bari Demers 

PS : Check out my stories and screenplays 

ALSO – planning your trip to Las Vegas ?  Then read my Vegas Reviews and tips

* Christian No. 1 : In case your wondering, Christian No. 1 perfume has the scent of bergamot, lime, mandarin nutmeg, cardamom and thyme. There’s also jasmine, rose, and lily of the valley, while the base smells of sandalwood, cedar wood, vanilla, and vetiver. 

The cost is over $1000 per ounce ! Expensive 

Our Reality is but a Dream

Our Dreams by Bari Demers
[The original photo was taken in the Okanagan Valley, British Columbia,Canada. It’s been tweaked by Prisma but the true photo represents an art piece similarly to Vincent Van Gogh. By Bari Demers]

DREAMS VERSES REALITY

A Dream is nothing more then an illusion of our reality. Our reality is only related to the physical world, where the world plays an illusion of our dreams, we continuous strive for…but never to obtain. 

As we play with our consciousness, we realize our physical being is nothing like the unreachable replica of our dreams.

In our world of reality, our brain directs our senses, picking up the world for what it really is. It’s a cold calculated, unforgivable entity reminding YOU, you’re not the master of this physical world. Any mistake we encounter may lead our physical bodies to feel pain and sorrow. Curiously though, our brain (we so depend on)never feels pain. It’s an illusion playing with our reality. Our brain always plays tricks on us to believe we are conscious, therefore everything we see, must be real. The senses controlled by the brain, makes sure of that.

Until we fall back into a dream

In a dream, our brain frees us from the reality of the physical world we live in. Suddenly we can do anything our mind dreams we can do. We can fly, feeling the cold wind across our face or have the ability to jump precariously off high buildings, landing harmlessly below. Our dreams can race us across the universe, exploring an unknown planet. A deadly planet filled with harmful gases or incredible G-forces, that would surely crush us, if we were in the physical world.  

But, here we are, unharmed.

In a dream, our personal self finds that prefect lover, waiting for us, ready to fulfill our dreams. While in the physical world, we are desperate to seek for our true soul mate, knowingly it’s only a dream. Alas, in the real world we are willing to settle for someone close to our dreams, because we already know our image of perfection is only perceived in our dreams. 

Our brain rules our consciousness, telling us there’s a higher purpose or a higher entity. We concede to our consciousness and give it a name. We call it GOD. This controlling brain of ours even goes one step further, explaining to our consciousness, if we can’t explain what we see, then it must be the act of GOD. You would think our brain is finished controlling our thoughts. But no, it continues to push us forward, pushing us towards an inconceivable thirst of knowledge, seeking out an unattainable truth. Seeking out the truth of who we are, what we are and where we are. If we can’t find an definitive answer, we look even deeper then before, until we realize our answers are filled with yet more unanswered questions. 

Our brain never gives up until the day we die. 

Lucky for us, even our brain needs to rest. In this time of rest, our brain collects and organizes data as if we were defragmenting our own computer. As we sleep, it’s believed this processing time is acted out in our dreams, in a mix match of bizarre images. It’s mind blowing effects would impress any Hollywood director.  

Curious though, our dreams are as real as if we were awake. 

I say to you, our Reality is but a Dream. We explore the possibility, our real physical world is nothing more then a test, preparing us for a more deeper meaning, releasing us from life, altogether. As the Egyptians Gods, we continue on a journey surpassing anything we have ever encountered before.  

Once your mind realizes, our reality is nothing more then an illusionary dream you’ll become disillusioned, wonder why we even play this game at all. A world of complete madness, fed by human games where the stakes are high. Our misguided society worshipping celebrities and leaders like gods, offering our souls to their commands. 

We are such a silly human being.

In this world, we must constantly free ourselves from this insanity. And we do, by expressing our souls to the inner spiritual self, through music and our artistic abilities. As an actor gives everything to create that character, so do musicians, pouring out their heart and soul. As for me, I’m an artist with words. My words could easily be refer to as Vincent van Gogh’s Art, an impressionist with a hidden message.

Reality controls the limitations of physical bodies, whereas our dreams free our souls along a wondrous journey. Free your soul from the darkness and follow me on a journey of dreams, where our future is exposed. 

By Bari Demersscreenwriter and freelance writer 

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Interest: scifi, art, science, filming, Okanagan, hiking, foodie, local restaurants & resorts and a Vegas Lover

The Rant of Demons 

The Underlying Truth by Bari Demers
The Rant of Demons are all around us, fear they may be pointed out in public. 

Recently I received a couple of deranged comments about my story on Twitter. Here on WordPress, you can’t get away with such comments, as your words wouldn’t see the light of day. Instead, like the people they are, they stoop to low insults on their twitter feed. Because I was brought up to always be respectful, I will restrain the urge to make a sarcastic retort, but I will say this : 

First of all, it’s my opinion of the case.   

Secondly, my style of writing is sometimes referred to the art of Picasso because of its dark content. Those with dark thoughts will surely come out of the depths of hell, lashing out like the demons they really are. 

If I were religious I would say, “Out of the Depths I Cried to You, O LORD.” 

With that said, even though I consider myself spiritual, my thoughts are far far away from the grasping hands of man-made stories from the Bible. 

Thirdly, the people offended are those who believe Amanda is guilty. 

Interesting they’re from the UK. Instead of giving their intelligent view of the case they resort to petty demeaning remarks. It quickly shows the character of the person or persons, lacking education and most likely are a bully in the real world. 

Freedom of discussion isn’t even in their vocabulary.

If they seriously looked into the case without their clouded judgement, they’ll soon realize Amanda and Raffaele are indeed, not guilty! 

Guess I should be proud. 

For any of my stories to stir criticism simply because I have a different opinion, means my words are attacking the very soul you’re made of.  

It means my point hits you to the core! 

But frankly, I could do without the bullying tactics by unintelligent Homo sapiens, ranting their incoherent blasphemy. Ironically, Homo sapiens in Latin refers to “wise man”. Let’s be wise about our remarks, instead of being fuelled by senseless rage. 

It just makes one look like a baboon. 

BTW – Those ranting ? They’re the same trying to sell a book (I use this term loosely) about Meredith Kercher. It’s a fact these individuals are callous enough to expect profit over the demise of poor Meredith Susanna Cara Kercher. Exploitation at its best! 

Evil awaits its unsuspecting victims. 

If you haven’t read my story, read it here : An Evil Awaits its Unsuspecting Victims

By Bari Demers screenwriter and freelance writer   

PS My deepest condolences to Meredith’s family. No one deserves such tearful agony from the hands of a monster. I too have lost a child and it will always torment my heart and soul.  

Meredith Susanna Cara Kercher

Our Reality is but a Dream

Our Dreams by Bari Demers
[The original photo was taken in the Okanagan Valley, British Columbia,Canada. It’s been tweaked by Prisma but the true photo represents an art piece similarly to Vincent Van Gogh. By Bari Demers]

DREAMS VERSES REALITY

A Dream is nothing more then an illusion of our reality. Our reality is only related to the physical world, where the world plays an illusion of our dreams, we continuous strive for…but never to obtain. 

As we play with our consciousness, we realize our physical being is nothing like the unreachable replica of our dreams.

In our world of reality, our brain directs our senses, picking up the world for what it really is. It’s a cold calculated, unforgivable entity reminding YOU, you’re not the master of this physical world. Any mistake we encounter may lead our physical bodies to feel pain and sorrow. Curiously though, our brain (we so depend on)never feels pain. It’s an illusion playing with our reality. Our brain always plays tricks on us to believe we are conscious, therefore everything we see, must be real. The senses controlled by the brain, makes sure of that.

Until we fall back into a dream

In a dream, our brain frees us from the reality of the physical world we live in. Suddenly we can do anything our mind dreams we can do. We can fly, feeling the cold wind across our face or have the ability to jump precariously off high buildings, landing harmlessly below. Our dreams can race us across the universe, exploring an unknown planet. A deadly planet filled with harmful gases or incredible G-forces, that would surely crush us, if we were in the physical world.  

But, here we are, unharmed.

In a dream, our personal self finds that prefect lover, waiting for us, ready to fulfill our dreams. While in the physical world, we are desperate to seek for our true soul mate, knowingly it’s only a dream. Alas, in the real world we are willing to settle for someone close to our dreams, because we already know our image of perfection is only perceived in our dreams. 

Our brain rules our consciousness, telling us there’s a higher purpose or a higher entity. We concede to our consciousness and give it a name. We call it GOD. This controlling brain of ours even goes one step further, explaining to our consciousness, if we can’t explain what we see, then it must be the act of GOD. You would think our brain is finished controlling our thoughts. But no, it continues to push us forward, pushing us towards an inconceivable thirst of knowledge, seeking out an unattainable truth. Seeking out the truth of who we are, what we are and where we are. If we can’t find an definitive answer, we look even deeper then before, until we realize our answers are filled with yet more unanswered questions. 

Our brain never gives up until the day we die. 

Lucky for us, even our brain needs to rest. In this time of rest, our brain collects and organizes data as if we were defragmenting our own computer. As we sleep, it’s believed this processing time is acted out in our dreams, in a mix match of bizarre images. It’s mind blowing effects would impress any Hollywood director.  

Curious though, our dreams are as real as if we were awake. 

I say to you, our Reality is but a Dream. We explore the possibility, our real physical world is nothing more then a test, preparing us for a more deeper meaning, releasing us from life, altogether. As the Egyptians Gods, we continue on a journey surpassing anything we have ever encountered before.  

Once your mind realizes, our reality is nothing more then an illusionary dream you’ll become disillusioned, wonder why we even play this game at all. A world of complete madness, fed by human games where the stakes are high. Our misguided society worshipping celebrities and leaders like gods, offering our souls to their commands. 

We are such a silly human being.

In this world, we must constantly free ourselves from this insanity. And we do, by expressing our souls to the inner spiritual self, through music and our artistic abilities. As an actor gives everything to create that character, so do musicians, pouring out their heart and soul. As for me, I’m an artist with words. My words could easily be refer to as Vincent van Gogh’s Art, an impressionist with a hidden message.

Reality controls the limitations of physical bodies, whereas our dreams free our souls along a wondrous journey. Free your soul from the darkness and follow me on a journey of dreams, where our future is exposed. 

By Bari Demersscreenwriter and freelance writer 

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Interest: scifi, art, science, filming, Okanagan, hiking, foodie, local restaurants & resorts and a Vegas Lover