Among the exterminators Grimes was the best, the top. But the sight of him staring down the rabbit hole left most onlookers in a bit of doubt. Grimes was tall yet hunched in his back such as to give the impression that he was shorter. His clothing all seemed on the short side. Not just high-waters but his shirts also appeared as if shrunk up in the dryer. On his head was a ball cap of such age that the logo on the front could not be distinguished at all. The skin on his face was dull white just like so-called rabbit he had been called in to find and, well, exterminate.
Now, looking down this rabbit hole Grimes scratched at the hair beneath his ball cap. Quite a bit down you see, the earthen sides changed. Just beyond his penlights ray, if his mind was not scattered, the walls shone of metal. Or some kind of metallic thing with wires, and the most foreign looking buttons. Is this some sort of trap? Grimes thought to himself. But to what purpose? I better have a closer look, but not too close yet mind you. Something was certainly queer about the whole situation and Grimes knew that he had better move with caution, especially after all the bizarre tales that had brought him to this place.
As Lacie watched from behind the hedgerow she could see Grimes was looking perplexed. At only 19 years old, and with looks that most would refer to as homely she thought it best to stay in the background. So many strange things had occurred here in this small country town, and some horrific at that. She along with everyone else was understandably nervous. Lacie pulled at her long pigtails wondering if Grimes knew that the real danger was not the rabbit that went down the hole, but the awful things that have been seen coming out of the hole at night. Ungodly creatures which must be to blame for all the mayhem taking place here. And the sounds, those awful noises coming from that pit. Well if Grimes was not careful he would soon find out about all that and more, she thought to herself.
Meanwhile, 20 miles from the South Pole in an underground bunker. Two men dressed in the finest of Nazi attire are talking.
“Sir, there appears to be a problem over in England.”
“And what sort of problem might that be General, that has caused you to disturbed my sleep?”
“Sir, my Swiss contact is reporting that the White Rabbit is causing quite the storm in a small town there.”
“This certainly is something of a problem now isn’t it?”
“Sir, yes Sir it is, some who are in the know are saying that ‘the storm has begun’.”
“Well I think you should get going then, you have a long journey and a lot of work ahead of you General. And General, I expect to hear a good report from you within the next forty-eight hours.”
“Yes Sir, I understand”
The next thing Grimes knew he was knocked over on his back. Lacie, still hiding, let out a cry. If not for the event before them Grimes surely would have heard it. Some sort of energy beam, Grimes thought to himself? But that thought did not last long, for as soon as he as got himself to the sitting position bright lights began shooting upward out of the rabbit hole. So bright that they had a buzzing sound around them. They shot straight up at first and then kind of gathered in the sky. Red and green and blue, they began to swirl and swirl at an intense speed until at once they combined and shot right out of sight into space.
Lacie now composed herself took the opportunity to quickly head back home. Laying on her soft bed she thought hard about what she had just seen. The only thing she could compare it to was stories that she had been told by an uncle of something called the “Norway Spiral”. Exhausted from the experience Lacie slowly drifted off to sleep.
At first the General was puzzled, “what was that sound?” he thought. So deep in the ocean things tend to worry one more than they would on the surface. Was that a “clink”, he thought to himself. He gave the all quite command. Listening, straining to hear any abnormality. There it was, not a “clink” but more of a “buzzing”. And now getting steadily louder. The whole submarine began to shake, and strange colors filled the air inside. No time for even a last breath as the vibration intensified into a grand explosion as every piece of the debris shot straight up out of the ocean and continued skyward until completely out of sight. Of course there was no one there to see all this, or was there?
As the sleep began to fall from Lacie’s eyes and the blurry room became more focused she became frozen in her bed. Looking down on her was what seemed to be a hundred pair of eyes. Just eyes floating in the air above her. They moved as if they were attached to faces and bodies, but none of that was there. Or at least if it was it was not visible.Her head became light and Lacie felt as if she would vomit at any moment. Then a strange sound, that buzzing sound and it was growing. She closed her eyes and tried to think about before all this craziness began. She was just fifteen when she first saw the White Rabbit. And at that time nothing seemed out of the ordinary. “But that soon changed didn’t it”, she thought to herself. “No, don’t think like that”, she pleaded with herself, “Think of times before that”. Then the room began to spin…
And I will shew wonders in heaven above, and signs in the earth beneath; blood, and fire, and vapour of smoke:
One lone ray sunlight of could be seen lighting upon Lacie’s face. Just a small crack in the curtain was enough to let it through. And now it’s warmth brought comfort to Lacie, though she still dare not open her eyes just yet. Pushing the worst thoughts of last night from her mind she focused back on Grimes. Such a peculiar fellow he was. But something about him seemed to catch this young girls fancy. As if there was any way Grimes could be her knight in shining armor, her hero. “Maybe just a bit more sleep.”, she thought to herself drifting slowly off again.
Back at the bunker under the ice:
“Sir, reports are that it was a complete loss, no survivors”
“Very Well then Captain, I shall give the Leader your report. But you are aware he will not be very happy about this”
“Yes, I know. May God have mercy on us all”
“God?, Did you say God? You know that you can be executed for speaking such words.”
“Yes, I mean no sir, I did not say, I did not mean to say or..”
“Relax, just make sure it does not happen again. Now go and prepare your men for their inevitable task”.
“You get what you need.”
The Rolling Stones
“Carrots are divine, get a dozen for a dime, it’s magic”
“Not much of a rabbit are you?”
“Well actually I prefer to be referred to as a Hare” The White Rabbit said. “And what may I ask are you supposed to be? Colonel Sanders from KFC?”
“You just mind yourself there Rabbit, the Leader himself placed me here to make sure there are no problems, and I surely would not mind telling him that you are a problem running around acting the fool like Bugs Bunny.”
“Just get back up there and keep an eye on the girl, and no more funny stuff”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah” the White Rabbit said as he headed up the hole.
And as the Rabbit disappeared above a kaleidoscope of sharp colors feel down hitting the floor of the control room. Lights flashed and the others there scrambled to avoid being injured.
“The leader will hear about this” could be heard softly in the background
Grimes shook his head a few more times before trying to stand. “What on earth was that?” He thought to himself. “Did that really happen? Did I really just see that?” After another minute or so he
was able to compose himself and get to a standing position. He circled the hole in the ground over and over before walking slowly to his truck. Looking at the small old pickup truck and the fading paint with the dents and dings from years of service all he could do was think of that famous line from the movie “Jaws”, “we’re gonna need a bigger boat”. And quietly to himself said, “I’m gonna need a bigger truck”, knowing that a bigger truck would be of no help in a situation of this sort. Perhaps a faster truck to get far, far away.
He slid into the drivers seat started the engine with the usual grinding sound and put the old truck in drive for the ride back to his shop/home. A bit of rest and thought on the matter before coming back tomorrow would surely do the trick. No little White Rabbit was going to get the best of Grimes the best exterminator in the whole area. “Yes” he mumbled in the cab, “maybe a bit of tea also to calm these nerves, and I’ll be back for him in the morning”
Lacie carefully set the bowl of soup on the table. Her grandfather smiled. Jack used to be so strong and active, but that was along time ago now. These days he mostly sits by the window watching the outside world go by. Lacie loves Jack and always loves to hear his stories about his secret life working for the resistance. She really is not sure if they are true stories or maybe exaggerated for a special granddaughter, non the less she could listen for days to his tales. “Papa, something strange is going on here lately” Lacie spoke. “Something more than strange actually, something evil”
“Now, Now Lacie, don’t let your imagination get the best of you” Jack replied.
“No really Papa, it has to do with the rabbit hole and that exterminator Grimes who came to take care of the problem.”
“What is all this talk about a rabbit hole and rabbit exterminators”
Jack sort of grunted between sips of his soup. “You don’t call the exterminator for a rabbit, I’ve never heard such non..” Suddenly Jack’s face froze. He put his spoon down and turned toward Lacie. “Lacie listen carefully to Papa, this would not possibly have to do with The White Rabbit would it?”
“You have heard of The White Rabbit Papa?” Lacie said.
At that instant Jack’s body twitched and his knees jerked knocking the soup bowl to the floor and spilling it everywhere. “Darn, what a klutz” Jack shouted.
“No papa that was my fault putting it so close to the edge of the table and then getting you all excited about silly myths of rabbits.” Lacie said, as she quickly began the clean up process.
Jack settled down a bit and thought back to his final days working for the resistance. Those bitter cold days under all that ice. He reached down into his pocket and rubbed the pocket watch within, thinking, “The time has come I guess, indeed I knew it would”.
“He might be a smart scientist, but in operational terms, he’s a Kramer”
Three hours sleep was not too bad considering what Grimes had experienced the day before. But now things would be different. Grimes was loading up everything in his arsenal. Everything he could get in that old truck was being loaded. That rabbit didn’t stand a chance against the best exterminator around and that exterminator was Grimes.
Lacie made her way closer to the rabbit hole. She wanted to get a quick look this morning before anyone else happened by. “Everything looks normal” she thought to herself. There was no sign of anyone around as she made the corner past the hedgerow. Just then she heard it. A low rumbling, or was it a buzzing sound growing louder. Lacie ducked back behind the bushes just as the old truck came to a halt by the rabbit hole. “Oh, thank God, it is just Grimes,” Lacie said to herself.
And then she sat down to watch Grimes work from her hiding spot.
With Lacie gone Jack made his way out to the old barn. Half crumbling not to many ventured in it these days. As he made his way up the last rung of the ladder to the loft Jack could see the old chest was still right where he had left it. Ducking his head past a beam he moved closer and as he did he began to get lightheaded. Then the sound began, a buzzing he saw what looked like an animal run by to his left at lightning speed. A White streak in his vision. Jack went to spin toward the apparition and as he did the buzzing increased and seemed to be focused on his chest. He reached toward his heart, screamed as he fell out of the loft to the hard ground below. And that was all.
“Fingerprint File” by the Rolling Stones
Fingerprint file, you get me down
You keep me running
Know my way around. Yes, you do, child
Fingerprint file, you bring me down
Keep me running
You keep me on the ground
Know my moves
Way ahead of time
Listening to me
On your satellite
Trying to wipe my tracks
And there’s some little jerk in the FBI
A keepin’ papers on me six feet high
It gets me down, it gets me down, it gets me down
You better watch out
On your telephone
They know you ain’t home
And there’s some little jerk in the FBI
A keepin’ papers on me six feet high
It gets me down, it gets me down, it gets me down
Who’s the man on the corner; that corner over there
I don’t know. Well, you better lay low. Watch out
Keep on the look out
Rats on the sell out
Who gonna testify
You know my habits
Way a head of time
Listening to me
On your satellite
And there’s some little jerk in the FBI
A keepin’ papers on me six feet high
It gets me down, it gets me down, it gets me down
It gets me down
Hello, baby, mm-hmm
Ah, yeah, you know we ain’t, we ain’t talkin’ alone
Who’s listening? But I don’t really know
But you better tell the SIS to keep out of sight
‘Cause I know they takin’ pictures on the ultraviolet light
Yes, uh huh, yeah, but these days it’s all secrecy; no privacy
Shoot first, that’ s right… you know
Bye bye. Who’s listening?
Right now somebody is listening to you
Keeping their eyes peeled on you
Mmm, mmm, what a price, what a price to pay
All right. Good night, sleep tight
At the bunker the leader sits pondering his next move. On the wall above his desk is the sign that says “The Snow Den” Everyone thought it so fitting at the time.
“Sir we have been given an important weather alert”.
“Weather alert?, what do you mean? You know as well as I that we control..oh ok let me see.”
“What is this, we do not get tornadoes here and besides we are so deep in the bunker, get me…Jack?
Suddenly from above the buzzing and instantly a tornado crashed through the bunker. The sound was deafening and the winds horrific. From the outside if they could have seen it, a whirlwind kaleidoscope of massive proportions dropped straight down upon them. Drilling down to their bunker in seconds, everything and everyone was completely destroyed in a moment. And just as quickly as it came the “thing” shot straight back up into the sky until it disappeared from sight.
“Fools rush in where angels fear to tread”
Jokerman by Bob Dylan
Grimes began unloading all the equipment that he had brought with him from the shop and piling it around him near the rabbit hole. Lacie continued to watch from her position behind the hedgerow. When everything was unloaded Grimes reached down and grabbed a metal briefcase. Opening it he reached in and grabbed what looked to be a roll of wires. At that point he began lowering, what now was apparent to Lacie, as a camera down the hole.
“Oh I wish I was closer so that I could better see what is going on” Lacie thought.
As the camera descended Grimes fiddled with the small screen in the briefcase attempting to focus the images it was receiving from the camera. “That’s strange?'” Grimes thought. He could see what to him resembled teeth sticking out from the wall of the hole, big metallic teeth. ” Now how could a rabbit dig a hole and line it with these big silver metal teeth? This certainly is getting more peculiar by the minute” He said to himself. Grimes continued to drop the camera down further and further until…
Forecast issued at: 03:08 AM on 12/07/2017
Valid for: 12/07/2017
Zone 1: LA-Ventura
The fire potential with this Santa Ana event is High.
The storm is surging and it is a firestorm.
In the courtyard of the headquarters in Switzerland a scene plays out. A group of people emerge from the darkness. They move slowly but with purpose. Each one in a dark hooded robe. Circling one way then back the other way. In the center a pentagram had been drawn on the cement. Inside that was some sort of bundle. There is chanting and dancing in a jerking fashion and culminating with a scream. Red flows and splashes across the cement.
Meanwhile the same scene is being played out at locations around the globe, Berkely CA, Warsaw Poland, Oak Ridge TN, Buenos Aires, Argentina, Max Planck Institut für Kernphysik, Heidelberg, Germany, and the list goes on. Even at an unlikely pizza restaurant in the Washington DC area. All over the world it seems that something is cooking.
A top hat and bow tie seem strange for anyone to be wearing these days let alone a five foot tall White Rabbit, but there he was. Grimes stared at him and he back at Grimes. This seemed to go on for an eternity, yet really was just a minute.
Then the White Rabbit spoke. “And who might you be sir?” addressing Grimes.
“Well I am Grimes, I am the exterminator in this area, and the finest exterminator at that” came the reply.
The White Rabbit moved a bit to his left sizing up Grimes and said, “And you generally exterminate rabbits, do you?”
“Not usually, in fact this is the first time that I have ever had a rabbit call”.
“I see, and how is it going so far?”
“Not very well thank you, Hey wait just a second what is all this, a five foot tall talking rabbit I must have banged my head or something. You can’t be real.”
“You are the one talking to me, so it seems to be your problem and not mine”.
From her hiding spot Lacie could see the interaction taking place. It appeared that Grimes was talking with the White Rabbit. “Oh this can not be a good thing” she thought. Looking up she could see the now familiar lines crisscrossing the sky above. Soon the whole sky would be one big CLOUD.
“Look mommy, there’s an airplane up in the sky ”
Goodbye Blue Sky, Pink Floyd
The snow seemed to flutter down softly like a billion white butterflies. Lacie stuck her tongue out to catch one as she giggled. Christmas time is always special but even more so when it snows. The cold air and the beauty of white covering everything just makes it magical. Spinning with her arms out and then falling to make snow angels as young girls do.
“I think I will just stay thirteen forever”, she thought. “That growing up stuff is for grownups, and they are boring”.
Running by her in the field a gawky looking older boy throws a snowball and says, “Don’t eat the yellow snow”.
“See,” she thought to herself, “that is what starts to happen as you grow up, you get dumb”. But she watched as he ran around the corner out of site. “Arggh, Boys!”
“Don’t eat the glowing snow”
Captain Cappy Folktastic
The original atomic abolitionist.
“We were as Hansel and Gretel and we ventured out into the black forest of the world.”
― Patti Smith, Just Kids
Funny how she remembered that day in the snow and that weird boy, She had not thought about that day since it happened and here she was some years later and it pops into her head. And that boy, that boy was Grimes. Lacie wished it was snowing now so she could throw a big icy snowball at him….Or maybe she would just put her arms around him and hold on tight.
Breadcrumbs laid in a neat trail of the path taken. Q-uestions
that don’t really need answering.
Just then Lacie noticed Grimes looking straight at her. The White Rabbit was gone. Or at least she couldn’t see him. Slowly Lacie stood as Grimes made his way toward her.
“What are you doing over there, hiding and watching me?” Grimes said.
“Well, I was watching to see what that White Rabbit would do to you” Lacie replied’
“That rabbit won’t be doing anything to me, as a matter of fact I am going to be doing all the doing, and that to him.”
“Oh yeah right, I’ve heard that before somewhere, “it’s just a harmless little bunny rabbit”, right before your head gets bit off.
And now for something completely different:
“One pill makes you larger, and one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you, don’t do anything at all”
On a cargo ship in the North Atlantic
“There are rabbits, and then there are Rabbits”.
“I still don’t get what you are saying, I don’t know anything about rabbits. I’m just a programmer. I wrote a small part of a program for some experiment in particle physics.”
“Yeah you said that already.” said the man dressed what had to be a very expensive suit. “But I know better, we have been watching you sir for a very long time,”
“What do you mean, you have been watching me for a very long time?” “This makes no sense at all. please let me go, I don’t know anything about whatever it is you are trying to find out.”
“Tsk, Tsk, still trying to deny it? Things would be much easier if you would just give me the information. Now I am forced to put you back in the container for more reeducation”
“No, please, I don’t know anything, what is going on here?”
“Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.” — Dylan Thomas
Who is Q?
Who are you?
On a dark desert highway?
Lacie looked so wonderful in her wedding gown. And Grimes, who would have thought he would clean up so nicely. The perfect couple some would say. Why not, it was planned long ago yet they knew it not. Or did they?
It was hard to believe that a hole so small could swallow half the town. Slow but steady things made there way toward it. Everything, not just small loose things. Things like cars, trucks, houses. It was as if everything around it was in water flowing toward a drain, just very slowly. Of course it defied all the rules but it was happening and could not be denied. The MSM tried to pass it of as some conspiracy theory stuff. To be expected they ran it like a story of a Bigfoot encounter. And the masses bought it, just like they always do.
Lacie shook her head.
This is not my beautiful house.
This is not my beautiful car.
My God, what have I done?
They body hit the water with an unexpected thud. Of course the valuables had been removed first. They are always careful not to damage them during questioning. No need to waste such important a commodity. Above a weird light streaked across the ocean sky. And something like thunder shook the deck in a prophetic way.
The trending stories are pressed into the minds of the initiates. Gold covered masks blocking their faces from view. Like modern day Pharaohs readying themselves for the after life, the ancient knowledge is passed down. Breadcrumbs are for the birds. White stones lead the way home.
You get what you need
Master The Human Domain
the Aliens are not your friends
The World According to Google /or/ the Micro-Soft-Kill
In a world full of false ideals
images and trending captions
compete with pix-elated passions double-speak is now the fashion
everyone must get a ration
now caught in the web
of imaginary distractions
a new day dawns
with artificial attractions
what waits for you beyond the cloud
the brave new world
double click goes the crowd
words and images
the senses crave
in futuristic caves
the paintings reveal
what’s really real
a one and a zero
the modern silicon hero
over the chem-bow lies
that new world order
with gestapo eyes
fingerprints now obsolete
have your DNA swabbed
and they’ll give you a treat
facial recognition and retinal scans
don’t worry about it
it’s all part of the plan
now the parts, have all been cast
the stage is ready, and invitations sent
once out of the garden
all the world’s a stage (d) event
I’ve been sitting here trying to find myself
I get behind myself I need to rewind myself
Mamma life had just begun.
And now I’ve
And thrown it all away
The cold and snow was in place across strategic regions. Snow making was fun of course but weather warfare was more so. Over fifty years of practice and experimentation went into these abilities. And perfection was required in all aspects to make the plan possible and successful. There were no windows to the outside in this ring. But satellite photos in real time flashed on the screen to the smiles of all who had just crossed the Delaware for this occasion.
Across the pond:
Grimes looked out the window at the snow cover. A bit more coffee before making a decision about the next step would be in order, he thought to himself. Maybe in an hour or so he would head back out to the hole. He could see the snow no piling, like smooth white stepping stones leading the way.
On the table a wooden bowl sat with one shiny perfect looking apple.
The crisp silence was broken by a bright white flash along with a sharp sort of whizzing sound. And below a cracking of the ice. Long hidden, in the deep southern ice hills, the mammoths moving at a few slow pace begin the long journey to fulfill their destiny. Even further below in the coldest waters on the earth several megalodon sharks also are stirring. Military agencies worldwide have long had the ability to weaponize sharks, just none this big were ever available.
Whose woods are these I think I know.
His house is in the village though:
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow
And I guess I just don’t know
“Patriotism is the last refuge to witch a scoundrel clings
Steal a little and they put you in jail
Steal a lot and they make you King”
Four and Twenty Blackbirds Baked in The Sky
Lacie woke just in time to see Grimes heading out of the driveway in that old truck. As soon as he was safely out of site she turned her attention to the old trunk. Opening it slowly she pulled out the stack of papers that were neatly stuck along the left edge. Across the top of the first page were the letters CERN. This was new to Lacie. She could not recall ever hearing her grandfather speak of this. “What does this have to do with the resistance”, she spoke out loud to herself. Turning the page her eyes widened at what she saw there.
Going back to the moment the universe began
“This was some really strange stuff”, she thought.
“How does this tie into the White Rabbit?”
“And what is it doing in Frank’s trunk?”
Just then Lacie heard a clicking. Turning toward the sound she froze suddenly in place as she saw the old digital alarm clock. The numbers were moving faster and faster. As if time was speeding up at this very moment. Faster and faster the red numbers spinning and clicking increased until it was just a whizzing.
“What the heck is going on here?” Lacie shouted.
And then The White Rabbit was in front of her. Out of no where it seemed. Lacie wondered if she could handle this again.
“Following crumbs, young lady? the Rabbit asked.
“Well, I …”
“I suggest you regroup and consider a different path. a road perhaps? One paved with smooth white stones”.
“But I don’t understand, what is all this about?” Lacie replied. “This is all just madness. Madness I say!”
“Soon enough” the White Rabbit said, “soon enough and you will”.
“Well your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do”
Back to the Future
Forward to the Past
How can you have your pudding without eating your meat.
Which one is Pink?
The Gilgamesh Files
lathering destructive words
to squeeze through teeth
yellow and cracked spaces
deliver false sweetness
a cavern of scrapings red
drooling letters of Greek
wings broke and limp sway
as mutant daisy petals
the gathering house choir
sings velvet revolution hymns
to cheers and chants grayish
pop clouds conceal the verdict
white and black fur unraveling
hot stink sulfur to raw nostrils
the drunkards join in harmony
as purple bruises dread conceals
crisp paper money soothes
an ointment ground with fly’s
shines in white privilege filth
bark of the dog weans babes
pilfered jewelry shatters all
tarnishing miles it touches
and dry moistness fans crowds
yearning their limbs extend
through soot blown mouths
chimneys of the night gallery
speaking toasty political verse
planting deadly seedlings deep
as the virgin cattle go to market
in confiscated Nazi rail cars
covered by neograffitti warriors
bumping down wooden rails
lined with magnolia blooms
spiked of bloodied thorn tips
smoke, ash, and scent mingle
offering mankind’s last decline
a jackals haunt discovered black
spider eggs hatching in their heads
“There are some things in this world you just can’t explain.”
“The Legend Of Wooley Swamp”
Way down deep Inside each person. Inside each person’s mind there are places. Places that are as deep as the deepest rabbit hole, places even they don’t like to go. They may be dark places, or cold places. They may be warm and light places. In either case we have learned to stay away from these places and the thoughts and memories that go along with them. They have become secrets even to ourselves. And over time, if there really is such a thing, they begin to knock louder and louder, like the beating of the tell tale heart. Until one day we have to do something about it to prevent us from going mad, or perhaps because of it.
“If rabbits really did wear top hats and talk all this would have an explanation”, Lacie thought.
Just then, in the dark sky above, she saw a shooting star streaking toward the earth like lightening. Bumps shot up on Lacie’s arms as the hair on the back of her neck stood up, drawn as if by a magnet, one hell of a magnet.
Then she thought of Grimes out there.
“I hope Grimes is alright, I should have asked him not to go out there tonight. Oh Grimes please be careful”
Stole the clock
Back at CERN
Now that all the ceremonies were complete it was time to power up the collider. This would be the most power that they had ever attempted since the repairs. No one really knew what the outcome would be. But going forward to the past has never been done before at least not since the Garden.
As the Leader has been known to say, “Who told you that?” ,”Never say you can’t do something” “No you can, and when you do you will be like God having knowledge of everything, oh the greatest of knowledge.”
The Leader is always positive, pushing people to achieve at their full potential. His positive thinking teaching starts with teaching you to always say, “I will…” “I will do this, I will do that.” It has helped millions to break free and prosper.
‘Wish I didn’t know now what I didn’t know then’
Bob Seeger “Against The Wind”
Churchill: Madam, would you sleep with me for five million pounds?
Socialite: My goodness, Mr. Churchill… Well, I suppose… we would have to discuss terms, of course…
Churchill: Would you sleep with me for five pounds?
Socialite: Mr. Churchill, what kind of woman do you think I am?!
Churchill: Madam, we’ve already established that. Now we are haggling about the price.
In a warehouse just outside of Ogden, Utah.
Two men in their twenties are standing by the loading dock doors. Both have a distinct something different about their eyes. Further inside five large refrigerated rooms are marked with weird symbols on the doors. To most people they wouldn’t make sense, but the clients of this organization are not most people.
“How much longer do we have to stay here? It is New Years eve you know.”
“Ah, yeah I know stupid, we can’t go home until the last order is picked up you know that as well as I do”
“Well these rich folks are all having their parties and here we are at 11 o’clock still working”
“Calm down, there is just this last one here to pick up and they will be here any minute for it. And she’s a cute one too.”
“Man don’t do that, I told you I don’t want to see them, you know that! It is really sick all this.”
“Ha, relax man see all closed up, I mean you get so freaked out over a few frozen little girls, you don’t mind the paycheck though, huh? never seen you freak like that over your paycheck, no. Now look there is the truck lets get these loaded and head out for a little bit of New Years partying our selves. Maybe have a Bloody Mary or two?”
“Damn, you are as sick as those freaks at the grove.”
They loaded the box and several other items into the waiting truck which had the logo on the side
“Lacie and Gretel’s Blood Pudding”
How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning! how art thou cut down to the ground, which didst weaken the nations!
For thou hast said in thine heart, I will ascend into heaven, I will exalt my throne above the stars of God: I will sit also upon the mount of the congregation, in the sides of the north:
I will ascend above the heights of the clouds; I will be like the most High.
Every one was there looking down on her as Lacie awoke. It had been quire some dreams that she must have been having thrashing around like that. And the screaming, all that screaming. No one in town could ever remember a young person having such a strong reaction to their vaccinations. Three days the poor girl lay in that hospital bed as doctors and nurses cared for her and brought her back to relative health. As she came to Lacie felt at the back of her neck. It seemed to her there was something there, a pimple or something just under the skin maybe?
No one but the team knew that when she first reacted, doctors had taken her in and secretly removed some of her stem cells along with implanting the device at the base of her skull. All this would be very important and useful come cloning time and certainly required for her later project related to The White Rabbit, and Grimes. But Frank was always two steps ahead.
Then he said unto me, Hast thou seen this, O son of man? Is it a light thing to the house of Judah that they commit the abominations which they commit here? for they have filled the land with violence, and have returned to provoke me to anger: and, lo, they put the branch to their nose.
A Modest Proposal
For Preventing the Children of Poor People
in Ireland, from Being a Burden on Their Parents
or Country, and for Making Them
Beneficial to the Publick
By Jonathan Swift
“People are strange when you’re a stranger”
How it was possible that so soon after such awful things had happened right here, that the Rabbit hole could become a sort of tourist attraction was beyond understanding. But then again everything about the Rabbit hole was beyond understanding. There were vendors selling alien grey rabbit dolls, and food vendors selling rabbit on a stick. The once small town became a carnival over night. Grimes watched the Rabbit Hole from a distance. It was easy to see now with the lights over it and the short wrought fence the town had made around it to keep the onlookers a few feet back. Grimes did not like this at all, not at all, but for now he was helpless to stop any of it. And as he stood there looking he could hear the sounds, coming softly still but increasing. That buzzing or whirring was eventually going to be big trouble. Grimes knew it. Lacie knew it. The White Rabbit knew it for sure!
“But what’s this long face about, Mr. Starbuck; wilt thou not chase the white whale? art not game for Moby Dick?”
“I am game for his crooked jaw, and for the jaws of Death too, Captain Ahab, if it fairly comes in the way of the business we follow; but I came here to hunt whales, not my commander’s vengeance. How many barrels will thy vengeance yield thee even if thou gettest it, Captain Ahab? it will not fetch thee much in our Nantucket market.”
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away, across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell
Time, Pink F****
The Jura Mountains were the birthplace of innovations that made the Swiss watch industry something admired throughout the world. And the Swiss watch is more than admired as the most amazing of time pieces, it is worshiped along with all the great idols of history. The measuring and calculating of this thing called time is an alchemy of sorts, taking some steel and brass and turning it into gold. The gold of time, so the saying, “time is money”. And this mastery long with that of the ziggurat and others, has been passed down through the secret societies generation after generation directly from Nimrod himself it is said. And told to him by certain “sons of god” as chronicled in The Book of Enoch. After months of research and seeing the intricacies and magnitude of the machine known as Cern it was hard for Grimes and Lacie to imagine that anyone could believe it to be anything other than the greatest time piece ever to come out of Babylon. A tower to God or at least one to take you back to the beginning, a place in space and time that perhaps God could be found and examined in.
“But where does all this lead us in terms of the Rabbit?”, Lacie questioned Grimes.
“Now there you go again. We have made great progress in our research and our understanding of this hole and you want to clog it all up with the White Rabbit. Of course I have no idea about where the Rabbit fits into all this the same as you. But fit he does, and we will figure that out shortly too I am sure.”
Lacie smiled at Grimes. And Grimes blushed just a bit as he turned his gaze back to one of the dozen or so books now in front of him. Lacie decided to head outside to wait for him to finish.
In Geneva time is very accurate and the buzzing began
And as it did, every toilet in the city had it’s water begin spinning. Like everyone in the city decided to flush at the very same moment. The buzzing increased and the water spun faster. And faster. Lacie felt a bit sea sick as she waited for Grimes to exit the library. She was finding it hard to get any oxygen to her lungs.
“Oh, I wish Grimes would hurry” she thought.
Breathe, breathe in the air
Don’t be afraid to care
Leave but don’t leave me
Look around, choose your own ground
For long you live and high you fly
And smiles you’ll give and tears you’ll cry
And all your touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be
Run, rabbit run
Dig that hole, forget the sun
And when at last the work is done
Don’t sit down, it’s time to dig another one
For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race towards an early grave
Breath, Pink F****
Breathe deep the gathering gloom,
Watch lights fade from every room.
Bedsitter people look back and lament,
Another day’s useless energy spent.
Impassioned lovers wrestle as one,
Lonely man cries for love and has none.
New mother picks up and suckles her son,
Senior citizens wish they were young.
Cold hearted orb that rules the night,
Removes the colours from our sight.
Red is grey and yellow white.
But we decide which is right.
And which is an illusion?
Grimes opened the door to the street and as he did Lacie jumped.
“What was that for?” he asked. “I am not that scary am I?”
“No silly, it was just that a mouse scurried past as the door opened.” she said, catching her breath again.
The small mouse seemed to have been sitting right by Lacie’s feet the whole time unnoticed. And when Grimes opened the door it bolted and made it into the old building just before the door closed behind him. Of course the other thing about it that Lacie did not tell Grimes was that at that moment she could have sworn she heard the mouse say, “Talking Rabbits are not real.”
“If you want to keep a secret, you must also hide it from yourself.”
― George Orwell, 1984
Some try to build a high as they can. And some try to dig as deep as they can. And you?
“It was in Central Park near the lake and I watched a weeping willow turn into a giant rooster and fly off. No tree remained. It glided beautifully into the sky, a big blue barnyard. My mind went with it, something all you bald head generals and wheelchair senators could never imagine.”
― Jim Carroll, The Basketball Diaries
This was the fifth robot that had been sent in to look for the fuel and died within a minute. The good news was it proved that there was still nuclear material in there somewhere. The bad news was they still could not tell how much or in what shape or exactly where it was. Six years into the disaster and Franks former agents have not been able to determine if some of the nuclear materials had been removed prior to the blast. A blast carefully crafted, that resembled an earthquake and sent a tsunami barreling into Japans coast and the Fukushima Diachi NPP. If the agency was correct enough radioactive fuel had been funneled out to nuke half the planet or more. With the oceans already about dead near the plant and mostly to the West coast of America even submarines were having trouble using the area. Wignered, they have been reporting all kinds of engineering as well as structural failures. Time was ticking away and it had to be now assumed that there were bombs, dirty and explosive just waiting to be unleashed on the American people by fake terror groups of the FBI and CIA type. No spinning wheel or magnetic Rabbit roller coaster could stop them now.
But perhaps two young people in love with each other, their country and adventure might stumble across a solution. Something that would allow a real move to going forward to the past. A wrinkle in time, if you will.
“The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts, while the stupid ones are full of confidence.”
― Charles Bukowski
“I don’t understand it any more than you do, but one thing I’ve learned is that you don’t have to understand things for them to be.”
― Madeleine L’Engle, A Wrinkle in Time
she creeps down the deep hall at dark
her rusted shadow stains pine boards
cracked the window reflects sliced flesh
scaling stairs now upwards a moldy attic
slimy webs lay hanging wet as sheets do
masking stories a splitting leather binding
grime inlaid among its deep tanned veins
blood of autumn dried bluish among tulips
as her long thin shiny mane departs a face
paler than white of the nightshade in broth
bare branches scratch to the peeling walls
outside moonbeams of ocher light a gargoyle
peering out it’s pinnacle a fiery won height
distracting wayward boys wet visions scene
covering a dripping goo scales rise from skin
her sharp tongue skilfully dissects breaths
hot and moist morphing now chill and brittle
colliding stars explosion dirty ice balls in orbit
above a toxic halo birthed Diablo’s daughter
thunder strikes midnight the old mansion quakes
trembling shingles fall stuck a thousand stones
graves marked futile stormy prison escape
wrought fences bow surrendering territory
to eyes drunk on deceiving lonely beggars
being pilgrims in search of the ancient fruit
submitting a purchase if just a glimpse shy
a banquet crimson in silk suits it is plated
the dead laugh at the living at her reception
Go Ask CERN
Grimes found himself again just sitting and pondering his next move. The move that would allow him to catch that White Rabbit once and for all. To dispatch of him if you like that term better. Certainly he would outsmart that Rabbit this next time coming.
Then without knowing quite where it came from, he thought he heard someone say, “There’s a little bit of Rabbit in all of us, isn’t there?”
“For the moment at least, we fall into that class of fishermen who fancy themselves to be poet/philosophers, and from that vantage point we manage to pull off one of the neatest tricks in all of sport: the fewer fish we catch the more superior we feel. —–”
― John Gierach, Sex, Death, and Fly-Fishing
Twenty-five stories below the welcome hut at the base of Mt. Washington the elevator came to a stop. The very rustic trail hut gave away no clue as to the secrets below. The elevator did go deeper but only for those who had the correct key card and clearance. As the door opened the clean and shiny floor could be seen. It was spotless and shone with it’s waxed glow reflecting the overhead lights. The walls were just as pristine. Floor to ceiling the gloss white subway tile looked as if it had been installed yesterday. The hall went straight ahead rather than right to left, as most people are used to. A design that was very purposeful just like the fact that the elevator had no buttons in it, but just a slot for your key card. Nothing about this place had been left to chance. And everything has a double purpose in the area of mind control. Intimidation that is, MK style. At first glance you think that you can see the end of the hallway ahead, but that too is an illusion. Just a few steps down that hall and you find that the end is really far, no where in site at that. The further you walk the further away the end reveals itself to be. There are doors opposite each other as you go, but spaced about a football fields length between each set.
Making it to the first set of doors F**** look at the small sign to the right of the door on his left. It had the look of one of those room number signs you might see at a decent Hotel in Boston. He read the sign, “L a c i e”. “Strange”, he thought to himself. Turning now to see the sign posted for the room on his right, he read that one also. “G r i m e s”. He shook his head and then slowly inserted his key card into the slot in the door. There was a click, or was that a Tick?
A Tick Tock?
“Trout are among those creatures who are one hell of a lot prettier than they need to be. They can get you to wondering about the hidden workings of reality.”
― John Gierach, Trout Bum
“And he saith unto them, Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men.”
Go Ask CERN
Jade Helm / Get What You Need
We went down to the demonstration. To get our fair share of abuse. Singing, “We’re gonna vent our frustration. If we don’t we’re gonna blow a fifty-amp fuse”.
The headaches came and went during Lacie’s early years. The tragedy that took her parents faded in her thoughts for the most part, but not the headaches. With Frank she learned to move on and his tales of exciting spy adventures always had kept her on edge and fueled a great imagination.
“Is that what all this is now, just my imagination?”
“No I’m afraid not, it is all too real”, “You see sometimes when a person finds out that everything they thought was reality is far from it the brain kinda blows a fuse. it can take some time to reboot itself, if you will.” said Doctor Wasup.
“Yes dear, he is real””
“And the White Rabbit?”
“Yes, real also. But he might not be exactly who or what you think he is” replied the Doc.
“Well , what does that mean”. Lacie half stammered.
“I think that will be enough for now young lady, you need some rest now. Just whole still you may feel a little pain but then everything will be all right.”
.As soon a Lacie was out the doctor had her placed on the gurney and moved to another room. Her old outdated implant was removed and replaced with the newer modern kind. Much more reliable and able to connect way faster with the hive.
About an hour later the same scene replayed itself with the Doc, only Grimes was the patient. If you could call any of them patients? More like subjects.
“There is no pain you are receding. A distant ship smoke on the horizon”
Pink F**** Comfortably Numb
another one left today
a friend only known on an album cover
and by some scratchy music behind his words
and I, here with my hoary beard, grizzled
unkempt, skin dangling off once strong arms
arms that carried my love across a threshold
that lifted toward ancient stars two of my children at a time
and onto a lap that could still be seen three or four
here i remember four decades past
those who left then
was theirs the greater loss or gain
and for who, the ones who were close and cried
time is such a trickster
as children we laughed at her
oh how slow we said she was
she shall never catch up to us
we are so slim and fast and wise
even our lack of coordination, our misfit suits
could not keep us back to be overtaken
ah, but she is tricky, and patient
days and years and wear have done their job
in our heads still we see
the bright morning star rising
the long nights of stars streaking across the purple sky
where shadows never move and young excitement grows
we still see the fresh skin of those fairy tales
each new page read of enlightenment
prose, and poetry, and lyric
new languages and psychedelics
but patient time she moves and always works
til now as another passes away
my breath fails to keep pace with her
she is brutal in her speed
dizzying this old man and confusing the thoughts
all the well, lest my eyes clear and I see
the haggard look of the ones of mine
now bent and staggering, oh still the same
as always just waiting
waiting to see the next epitaph
the orbital obituary that time, ahead now wrote
fly free til then as I am slipping off the pace
and must rest soon, as those others
we will see posted, all the good ones
lost in such a year as this
and people will say that he was taken too soon
“oh by the way which one is pink?”
color is just an illusion, like people
Welcome to the Grand illusion
Come on in and see what’s happening
Pay the price, get your tickets for the show
The stage is set, the band starts playing
Suddenly your heart is pounding
Wishing secretly you were a star.
The Grand Illusion, Styx
It had been 2 years now since the White Rabbit was last seen at the rabbit hole. Slowly the crowds had moved on to new things. The carnival atmosphere along with the tourists had dwindled until eventually no one came to see the rabbit hole at all. No one that is except Grimes. And Lacie occasionally went with him, though she would rather have put the whole thing completely out of her mind. In the States Mt. St. Helens had just erupted again and this time it was even more devastating than the 1980 eruption. News of the swarms of earthquakes had brought thousands to the area, just like the news of the White Rabbit had done, to catch a glimpse of the eruption. Doom tourists they were called, and they earned their name there. Over twenty thousand people lost their lives there from the blast and pyroclastic flow. Another estimated one hundred thousand died from the earthquake that hit the Cascadia subduction zone simultaneously and the ensuing tsunami.
The machine in Switzerland had been on hold since the last big event which cause considerable damage to the machine as well as many of the workers there. Repairs were on going for an even stronger push, and of course the rituals never stopped. Down south it had been a total loss but with their rituals they began work there again also. It seems there is a never ending supply of money and people for this kind of “work”.
Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends
We’re so glad you could attend, come inside, come inside
Karn Evil 9 ELP
Frank’s death had been a big crush to Lacie. And getting past it had been very hard for her. There were also so many things that she wished she could ask him now that all of these crazy things had taken place. Lacie sat at the table where she and Frank used to have breakfast together and she felt it. Not a rumbling, not some sort of a buzzing with the ground shaking. No, that was definitely a kick. And she could see her belly move out and then back like a slingshot.
“It appears we have a new recruit Sir”, the young lady has finally served her purpose.”
“Very good, very good, now finish the arrangements and notify the 25th that we will be needing their services in a few months.”.
Should you seek might, power, false honor, excess — seek that we would work for you to provide your temporal advantages — we will bring you as close to the throne as you wish, and then turn you over to the consequences of your folly, but our inner sanctuary remains closed to such. But should you want to learn wisdom — want to learn to make mankind more clever, better, free and happy — then be thrice welcomed by us.
Die neuesten Arbeiten des Spartacus und Philo in dem Illuminaten-Orden (1794) pp. 9-10.
1 Corinthians 3:18-20King James Version (KJV)
18 Let no man deceive himself. If any man among you seemeth to be wise in this world, let him become a fool, that he may be wise.
19 For the wisdom of this world is foolishness with God. For it is written, He taketh the wise in their own craftiness.
20 And again, The Lord knoweth the thoughts of the wise, that they are vain.
resistance is futile you will be assimilated
It was a strange message that Lacie had found on that yellow notepad from Frank’s trunk. None of what had taken place recently has made any sense.
The death of millions is a small price to pay that the few may live longer, and longer. In fact their goal is to live forever. To build that tower, to get that knowledge, that will make it possible. But all has to be apart from God’s plan for eternal life. To make for themselves new bodies, that will never die, to move their being into a new building. But when they make you new, you will be their slaves. They want to be God. Knowing all that who do you think is behind all this?
And Grimes, well he is watching National Treasure, and The Matrix over and over.
Matthew 9:17New King James Version (NKJV)
17 Nor do they put new wine into old wineskins, or else the wineskins break, the wine is spilled, and the wineskins are ruined. But they put new wine into new wineskins, and both are preserved.”
The rabbit died!
While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer’s pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death’s honesty
Won’t fall upon them naturally
Must get lonely.
Alice sat up in her bed with such a sweet smile listening to Papa’s story. In her hand she held the wonderful snow globe that Papa always let her hold during story time.
“Please Papa just a little more, tell me more, please?”
“Now , now , Alice that is enough for one night” Papa said
“You need your sleep and so do I”
“OK Papa, goodnight” Alice said
“May I keep the globe here by me tonight?”
Papa gave Alice a kiss on the forehead, and said “Just for tonight, you may, but get some sleep”
.”Thank you Papa, yes I will”
After Papa left the room Alice picked up the glass object. Looking inside she could see all that Papa told her in his story. There was Lacie and Grimes, and the White Rabbit. They were all so tiny inside the glass ball. She shook it once and the snow scattered everywhere like a miniature blizzard in a miniature world. Alice drifted off to sleep thinking about Lacie and her baby. “Oh I do wish Papa would have told me more. I so wanted to know what Lacie was having a girl or a boy. And what would she name her child.”
Nothing is what it seems when you live your life in a dream.
Go Ask Alice
I think she’ll know
Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.”