… in purgatory you knew that you were going either to hell or to heaven, and it was up to you where you went. With the joys and freedom of heaven as a carrot, you strove like hell in purgatory. You knew the theory of how to get the ticket to heaven. But the practice… ah, the practice… that eluded you. You snatched it away from yourself.

-Philip Jose Farmer: Gods of Riverworld

Jack
I Listen.

Basic Ideology 101
Lesson #28
The Battle of Limbo

Is It Worth It?

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Mancini picked up the phone after a few rings. He was in his study, relaxing after a hard day of astral projection. He’d been sipping Scotch and thinking about the problem of the two lovers. On the line was a female voice he had never heard.

“Doctor Mancini?” the voice asked.

“Speaking, my dear, but please call me Victor.”

“Hi, my name is Jane. I believe Minus may have talked to you about our situation.”

“Ahh, young Jane. Yes, Minus has told me much about you, and I’ve learned much more from the Akashic life books. You are quite intriguing, did you know that?”
“Well.. um.. no. I guess not.” Jane was stumbling over her words. This man was very elegant, and she felt a little inferiority.

“Minus… He doesn’t think. He just moves. Do you know how he can always make things work with so little thought? Minus’ mind, body, and soul are all tied in deeply with the Synchronicity Stream and the Alacrity Motion. He doesn’t even need to meditate. He steps forward and obstacles move away from him. He is that in tune.

“People like me and you, on the other hand, have to work hard to get these things on our side. Before I met Minus, I was just a sad, delusional drunk. And before you met him, you knew only some simple glamors, some basic theory.

“To Minus, the things that you and I know…. Well, they don’t really matter. He can pull from those other worlds with no effort. He effects the people around him in profound ways, without trying. Sometimes the effects are not pleasant.

“Before I say more, I need to know something. Do you really love Minus? Are you ready to suffer for that love? Because it will bring you deep sorrow. This is the point where you can leave clean. Forget all the craziness, and live a normal life. Or, you can stay, and do your best to help him. What do you say Miss De la Moore?”

“Yes. I love Minus. I’ve loved him through lifetimes and had no idea. If I suffer, it will not be the first time,” Jane replied.

“Then we have much to discuss. Are you at Minus’ desk? Look for a pill compartment. It will be closed, and labeled ‘VM.’ Take one and swallow it. We will then discuss your future.”

Jane did not hesitate. She found the small pill box easily and swallowed the oddly shaped pill.

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Jack
I Listen.

The Cost of Magic
Section #14
Is It Worth It?

Think outside of time.

Jack
I Listen.

Basic Ideology 101

Battle #8
Time

What can I say that has not already been said? What can I do that has not already been done? Not a lot. But I press forward. Forward to greatness.

I tell stories. I weave dreams. Have these stories been told before? Sometimes. But I won’t forget. I don’t want to let the tradition of dreamspeak and folk tale die. So I perpetuate them.

Tell your stories. Tell your dreams. Inspire people. Move forward. Evolution is not just a physical theory, but a spiritual and mental fact. We must strive to evolve our minds and souls towards that highest goal.

Jack
I Listen.

Basic Ideology 101

Battle #4
Dreamspeak, Storywalk

Then it hit. The clog in the cogs. Everything stopped moving, and all we could do was watch. Stuck in our current positions, not even able to do our rounds without the cogs pushing us around.

The thing next to me started to shake. It trembled and tremored, until a small crack appeared towards the bottom revealing a boot. Soon all the casing broke away and it was a person!

She was naked and shaking, covered in sweat. She fell to the ground and continued that seizure-like motion. I heard other things start to shake and tremble and tremor and crack.

Even I was trembling and shaking.

The First to Freedom stood up. She walked a little. Or maybe wobbled is a better word. She wobbled towards the cogs. I was on the ground now, the last of my shell had cracked. I could see Her, but could not yet move on my own. I heard the cogs start up again. She had removed the clog.

I managed to stand and look around. With the cogs working again, all the things that had not freed themselves began moving in that same circular pattern.

Counting myself, five had broken free.

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Should I continue this story? I will only continue it if I hear positive feedback or see page views go up.

Loki
I Listen.
fiction.

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-Loki.