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Happy Halloween!

(Pictured is one of the most creative Halloween displays I’ve seen, taken around my area this year).

Happy Halloween!

I had the Halloween decorations on display, and some spooky stuff on the radio, as I shelled out candy tonight.

About 30 trick or treaters showed up at my door (about average for this area). Nice to see the Halloween spirit still alive. I always had a great time on Halloween growing up (and even as an adult!), so I am happy to give back and make the night special for those who go trick or treating – and for those who pass by and see the Halloween lights and assorted goodies I put out (like a glowing skull and ghosts swinging in the breeze from tree branches).

Some people really go all-out around these parts with their Halloween decorations! I love to see them, and have been walking and driving around more these past evenings to get my fill. Sad that Halloween comes but once a year!

Now that my “shift” is over handing out candy, and the evening is getting late, it’s time for me to relax and watch some scary movies and eat some chocolate and pizza.

Happy Halloween!

Purifier: D.U.M.B.s (Deep Underground Military Bases) – Book 7

Purifier: D.U.M.B.s (Deep Underground Military Bases) – Book 7 was released on December 18, 2020.

Links to where you can get the book are here: https://davidsloma.com/on-purifier-d-u-m-b-s-deep-underground-military-bases-book-7/

Freedom Convoy 2022 – Canada takes freedom back!

It started yesterday, Jan 23, 2022, as truckers in Canada began peaceful convoys from all over the country with their destination Ottawa on Jan 29. The main convoy started in Vancouver in the early morning, rolling east through the mountains in fog as supporters lined the route.

Their goal is to park at Parliament Hill and not move until ALL mandates are removed for ALL Canadians. Numbers are being estimated at nearly 50,000 trucks! This is a historic event for freedom in Canada and the world, for not only us but also for future generations. Support them?

Their Gofundme page has already raised over $3 million dollars (https://www.gofundme.com/f/taking-back-our-freedom-convoy-2022). It’s met with some expected opposition, but that’s not going to stop them. There are direct e-transfer email addresses set up as well, see this video from one of the organizers for details: https://www.bitchute.com/video/UvvTnarijWeJ/.

The reception has been great so far, as seen in the many videos on Bitchute and Youtube covering the rollouts from various cities (just do a search for FreedomConvoy2022 and you’ll see). I think my favourite video so far is the one with the Shawn Cole song “I’d Rather Be Free”.  Check it out on Youtube for the great comments – the support is strong and only going to get stronger! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YAqXG9TuDaQ

Their site (has a forum): https://canada-unity.com/bearhug

Their FB (for what that site is worth with the censorship): https://www.facebook.com/Freedom-Convoy-2022-100286905896085/

Pass it on, eh?
#FreedomConvoy2022

THIS is the true north strong and free!

Mandate freedom.

May God bless all involved in this, for a peaceful resolution to the issues, and an end to all mandates.

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The General: D.U.M.B.s (Deep Underground Military Bases) – Prequel (update)

The General: D.U.M.B.s (Deep Underground Military Bases) – Prequel

Update, December 8, 2021: A prequel story (that is stand-alone) about the early military career of General Simpson (“The General”) is in the final editing stages now, and will be released soon, hopefully before the end of the year.

Happy Halloween!

Here’s hoping tonight will be better than last year at this time, as no trick or treaters came to the door! That’s right, due to manufactured fear (and not the fun kind), no one came to get any of the candy I had at the ready, and Halloween was a bust! Oh well, I got to eat the candy in due time, so it wasn’t all bad. But it was sad to see the empty streets devoid of costumes around here, and that such a fun tradition had been “cancelled”.

I think tonight will be different. I’m seeing more decorations outside houses than before, and also I think the world is a bit less paranoid. We’ll see. Won’t be long now, maybe 1.5 hours until dark here. I’m ready with candy, I’ve carved my pumpkin into a suitable Jack-o’-lantern, and the decorations are strewn about. I’ve even got a scary mask (a purely Halloween mask, nothing “medical” about it!) at the ready!

Wishing you a Happy Halloween!

Iver J. Mectin (spontaneous online fiction writing)

-This piece of spontaneous online fiction is an experiment to see what’s going to happen. It’s inspired by Harlan Ellison’s exercises of writing in storefront windows in view of the public. Harlan would sit at his typewriter and write while anyone who cared to could watch him through the glass. As Harlan filled each page of paper he taped it to the window, front side out, so those on the street could read the latest of his writing in-progress.-

   IVER J. MECTIN
By David Sloma

Copyright 2021 by David Sloma. All rights reserved.

The ivermectin was flowing well through my veins. Only moments after taking it, I was starting to feel better. If it was only a psychosomatic reaction that I was thinking myself into, that would be revealed in time. I hoped. And I hoped it was really working, as it was known to kill parasites, and that’s exactly what I knew was my trouble: parasites of my inner and outer world.
The parasites were definitely the problem. They were causing a lot of people to get sick and die, and intentionally so. People were not falling ill and dying by having the bad luck of catching some new, fast-spreading virus that had suddenly appeared in nature that no one had even identified. No, this was a plan, a genocide, a war being waged on many fronts, carried out under the guidance of off-world parasitic entities who had worked for centuries behind the scenes, using their willing human servants to attempt to wipe out humanity.
The world had turned into a nightmarish science fiction movie, a Philip K. Dick (PKD) story, where nothing is what it seems, and the sands of reality are constantly shifting. I’d wake up one day and a certain thing was true; wake up the next day and the opposite was true. It was akin to Orwell’s 1984, as well as Huxley’s Brave New World, where the answers to questions changed and tyranny through science was pushed as the saviour of us all from the evils of the world, and especially from ourselves.
I wasn’t buying it and apparently many millions of others weren’t either, judging from what reports and videos I could find on the uncensored parts of the Internet. That made me feel happy and gave me hope, because I still thought the world was an incredibly beautiful place, and that life was still worth living, despite the parasitic infection that was so widespread. At times it seemed there was no hope, but then a ray of sunlight would break through, like the free, popup ivermectin treatment tent that I was now sitting in.
The ivermectin tents were popup and small, so as to be mobile, to keep ahead of the authorities who didn’t take kindly to the group of rebellious health practitioners who staffed and supported them. These doctors and nurses were some of the few who knew the score that it was parasites to blame, and that simple, low-cost treatments could restore people who had contracted the parasites to health. The tent teams survived on donations, as there was no government funding, and they had their own lawyers who fought to keep alternative, non-state approved treatments availble. One never knew from moment to moment if the tents would be raided and shut down, yet again. So, when I spotted a tent, I quickly ducked in.
I wasn’t asked to give my name, or produce any ID in the tent, as the treatment for the supposed “plague” that was supposedly going around was to be anonymous – as far as the health practitioners were concerned. I did wonder if there were hidden cameras scanning my face and/or RFID readers trying to read the cards in my pocket on the street outside the tent, placed there by government forces. But that didn’t concern me, as I’d been wearing glasses that sent out an infrared beam over my face that rendered as a blank spot on cameras, and the cards in pocket were in an RFID-proof wallet.
As I sat there for the allotted few minutes of observation while the drug took effect, I thought that if I were to give a name, I would use Iver J. Mectin as my new pseudonym. It would be my new, parasite-free identity, hopefully, as long as the treatment worked. But that would be just for the parasites inside me, and I knew I must have them, as the world was one big parasitic petri dish, ruled from an invisible dimension by the “big cheese” parasites – and there’s nothing these parasites liked to do better than control humans in every way they could.
A nurse came by to check on me, breaking my reverie. Seemed I was doing fine and was cleared to go. The treatment was free, but donations were accepted via cash or anonymous cryptocurrency, only. No one there wanted any tracks left that could be used against anyone who availed themselves of their services. They all knew it was a war they were in. A sign in the tent said that a cell-phone blocker was in place, so that no record of calls, texts, or data would be linked to that location, but an encrypted wi-fi signal was available to allow for electronic donations.
I wanted to give a donation and toyed with the idea of using some anonymous crypto, but I was saving it for an online purchase of a new computer. I thanked the nurse, then tossed some paper money into the collection bucket on my way out. It was good to get rid of fiat as fast as possible these days.
Outside the tent, the sky was the colour of a broken screen: smeared and fractured rainbows. I sighed as I realized it was more weather warfare. I zipped my jacket up as there was a cold wind. I started to feel depressed, but then I thought of the treatment I’d just had, and how much better I felt, and I smiled. There was some hope, after all!
Just then my eyes met the dour, angry eyes of a man sitting in the front of a black van outside the tent. He glared at me.
I didn’t recall seeing the van when I went in. It looked like like a secret agent van to me, with strange little antennas on the roof. I knew they were taking video of me from behind the van’s tinted windows, but the signal from my hat would take care of that. I wished I had a face prosthetic to wear, a fake nose, so that the man who was staring at me wouldn’t know my true face.
I walked away quickly and took a circuitous route home, checking at intervals to make sure I wasn’t followed, as my feet crunched on the fallen autumn leaves.
Once home, I made some tea to warm up and settled in front of my old desktop computer. I shopped online for another computer, something faster, more powerful, and portable to get me through the coming times. I needed one that could run the new programs coming out from the underground hackers. These programs would be very helpful in getting through the chaos that was likely to come, to allow private communication and commerce, and the uncensored flow of information.
And I needed my new computer to be small enough to take it on the run, if need be.

-To be continued-

Could this be the “post-pandemic story” I mentioned a while back? Maybe, and maybe it’s going to be a different one, let’s see what happens. You are invited to check back and see. – Dave

 

 

 

Coffee with Nostalgia

I think the first time I really had a coffee I enjoyed was in the mid-1990’s, from a chain store that many dislike for their tendency to creep over storefronts like a ubiquitous green fungus – and for having coffee that sometimes tastes burnt. I agree that it wasn’t always great, but it was better than most, and sometimes it was only a hit of burnt that added to richness of the blend. The chain brought decent take-out coffee to the unwashed masses.  And I became a fan.

The burnt taste has improved over the years (pretty much gone now, as far as I can tell), and there are less of their stores around. These are two good things, as I like their coffee, and I also like independent coffee shops (or is it “coffeeshops” – grammar nerds chime in). I’ve been enjoying this coffee renaissance, having heard coffee tales from prominent artists of various stripes who I enjoy the work of, detailing their preparation methods, traveling coffee setups (!), and even some selling their own packaged coffee. As a result, I now have my own bean grinders at home.

I think one of the milestones in the history of this coffee shop chain was when I saw the ground floor of a large building, which used to house the best Goth club in the world ever, (my upcoming doc on Goth, which has been a looong time in the making will contain something on this place, honest – there are preview clips on my Youtube channel) close after a great run, only to be replaced by an outlet of the coffee chain. Yes, I went in there for pumpkin-flavoured drinks in the fall…and some nostalgia…

A few years later, the coffee shop closed!

Gone…both places I had grown fond of.

-DS

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Copyright 2021 by David Sloma.

All rights reserved.

This short piece of writing brought to you by coffee.

Threat Display (short story)

My short story, Threat Display, has been published on Amazon for some time, but now it’s making its way to other online stores.

It’s a sci-fi story about a UFO invasion.

Amazon (Kindle edition and paperback): https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B087NFX9FW

Apple: coming soon

Barnes and Noble: coming soon

Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=y2cYEAAAQBAJ

Gumroad: coming soon

Kobo: coming soon

Scribd: coming soon

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1067047

Also available in some public libraries, so ask your Librarian if you don’t see it listed. Can also check Overdrive listings here: https://www.overdrive.com/libraries

Four years ago yesterday Leonard Cohen passed…

Has it been that long already since poet/musician/author Leonard Cohen passed away? Yes, four years since November 07, 2016. Time flies when you are having fun…

I never met the man, but listened to his music and read his words like so many did, and continue to do. His spiritual search shone through in his work and added a timeless beauty and richness there.

He was a source of inspiration and encouragement to other writers, often writing personal letters to young writers, like he did with me. I plan to get around to scanning that letter and posting it online.

Tonight it’s a candle burning in his memory and honour, and of course, Leonard Cohen’s music in the air.

Restaurants

I was thinking about how I used to go to restaurants, the good meals and good times I had in them, and how it would be nice to do that again…then the current “Covid climate” reared it’s ugly head again.