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I Am Still Optimistic About My Chances!

Yes,
I am still optimistic that I will publish a book someday
and I still believe in the power of prayer.
I originally wrote this
Post,
If I Ever Get The Chance!
on
April 28th, 2015.

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If I ever get the chance,
in this lifetime,
to be able to actually publish a book,
besides self publishing, I hope it will sell well.I am not looking to make a lot of money,of course it is always nice to do so,but I want to write stories that are uplifting.Where there is hope in our future.And maybe help a reader
or two learn something about themselvesand the world around them.
Do I sound a little pretentious?
I am sorry if I do.
It's just because I am so tired of
Japanese Anime Doomsday Scenarios,Science Fiction's Bleakness Of Our Future,
Movies Using Alien Invasion To Say Mankind Is Finished,
and
Television Shows Telling Us It Is The End Of The World Because Of All The Natural Disasters Happening Today.Gene Roddenberry
where are you now when we need the optimistic outlook of life from your
Star Trek TV Shows.

J.J. Abrams
has made the
Franchise
darker ever since he took control over it. I am going to say a little prayer right now
and every night until
Optimism
takes over the world instead of
Pessimism.
Yes,
I believe in the power of prayer.Now comes my plug.If you could please buy my
eBook,
"No Return Address"
for only 99 cents,
I would be eternally grateful.
 
Just click on the name of the book above
and a hyperlink will take you to that special place to buy it. I screwed up the chapter headings when I formatted the book,
but all the chapters themselves are perfectly readable.
All proceeds will go into a fund to publish a paperback copy of my next book. Plus it's only 99 cents!It was the second story I ever wrote so it doesn't have the optimism that I'm talking about now.
But if my numbers improve,Publishers
will take a closer look of what I am writing today.If you don't like the book I guarantee your money back.Just email me at
2buckhowie@gmail.com
that you want your money back
and I will send you a penny a year for 99 years!
Until you are fully compensated back.Thank you.
This is,
I Am Optimistic I Will Publish A Book Someday,
Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“Write from the heart. A book without a pulse is like a person without a spirit."
- Linda F. Radke - 
That is my story and I am sticking to it!
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Chemtrails Are Still Flying High

Feeling in a
Political Mood
today,
I thought I would bring back one of my favorite
Conspiracies.
Chemtrails.
From April 26th, 2015.
It all has to be true if it was written on the
Internet!

 ****

OK,
even I can get caught up in conspiracies.
But,
I can't help it.
I grew up in the 1960's,
grew into adulthood in the 1970's
and 80's.
During those time I saw how
Big Business,
Billionaires,
and
Government Officials
Lie,
Extort,
and have a
Total Disregard
for
Human Decency.Here is my disclaimer.
Not all
Big Businesses,
Billionaires,
and
Government Officials
are evil.
There is also a lot of good in this world
and good people in it too!
But,
good people have a tendency to live life,
not thinking about
Conspiracies.
Because frankly,
life is good to them!
Corrupt People
like to play behind the scenes until they can spring their
Evilness Upon The World
with less fear of reprisal.
Then the
Righteous
have to join together
and fight the
Corruptness
in whatever forms it shows itself,
or
Evil
will win out in the end.Sorry,
I am getting away from my point
and heading into
Philosophy.
I could ramble on all day about
Good & Evil
and how the
People In Power
have their own agenda to stay in
Power.
They will never let the
Protests Of The1960's
ever happen again.
Remember the movement,
"Take Back Wall Street"
and what happened to them?
But,
that's another topic for another day.My problem is,
those long,
long,
Chemical Trails,
coming out from behind
 Jet Airplanes
during
and after rain storms.

Sometimes,
they look to be hundreds of miles long.
Supposedly,
these trails are chemicals that will hinder further rain fall.
I am sure certain
Billionaires,
Government Officials,
and some
Chemical Companies
want
Global Warming.
Right
Monsanto?

If you deal with the
New York Stock Exchange,
you already know that they are offering
Water Rights
for sale all over this
Country.
I predict in the not too distant future,
selling water to its own citizens in the
United States
will eventually increase to a
Trillion Dollar Industry.
And that's just in our
Country.
Current estimates have the
Water Industry
at
$375 Billion Per Year,
World Wide.
Your $150 dollar a month water bill will no longer exist.
Look for $1,000 dollar water bills per month in
Rural America.
That is why
Texan Billionaires
are buying all the land next to any kind of water.
Farmers
and
Cattle Ranchers
will have to pay big time for their water
or go out of business.
What do you think they will charge you
and I in the cities?
Those figures on the monthly water bills are my generalization
and do not include the plight of the
Farmers
and
Ranch Owners
of today.
I have never seen their bills.
But,
they are already feeling the effects of higher cost in
California
because of the long drought we have been in.I know what you are asking.
What proof do I have?Google - How big is the Water Industry?
Google - Is Wall Street buying up Water Rights World Wide?
Google - Chemtrails.
Google - Human Nature for Corruptness.
Google - Historical Government Conspiracies.
Google - How the Dow Chemical Company tried to keep the Vietnam War going by sending a letter to the President Nixon saying,
"The War is Good for Business." 
Thank you
Google.You can also use ask,
MSN Search,
Wikipedia,
Bing,
Yahoo,
or the hundreds of other search engines out there in the world.
They all have information on each of these subjects.
I just took the easy route because of my phone.
I wrote this using my
Cell Phone.

This is,
Pretty Sure Our Government,
As A Whole,
Is Not Involved In This Conspiracy,
Just The Corrupt Greedy Few Who Think They Are Privileged To Rule Over Us All,  
Jim Hauenstein,And,

“The astronomical community need to start acknowledging jet aircraft contrails to be the problem that they really are!”
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Cassini's Last Hurrah

NASA’s Cassini Spacecraft Ends Its Historic Exploration of SaturnFrom the JPL.com website
A thrilling epoch in the exploration of our solar system came to a close today, as NASA's Cassini spacecraft made a fateful plunge into the atmosphere of Saturn, ending its 13-year tour of the ringed planet. "This is the final chapter of an amazing mission, but it’s also a new beginning,” said Thomas Zurbuchen, associate administrator for NASA's Science Mission Directorate at NASA Headquarters in Washington. “Cassini’s discovery of ocean worlds at Titan and Enceladus changed everything, shaking our views to the core about surprising places to search for potential life beyond Earth."
"It's a bittersweet, but fond, farewell to a mission that leaves behind an incredible wealth of discoveries that have changed our view of Saturn and our solar system, and will continue to shape future missions and research," said Michael Watkins, director of NASA's Jet Propulsion Laboratory in Pasadena, California, which manages the Cassini mission for the agency. JPL also designed, developed and assembled the spacecraft.


An online toolkit with information and resources for Cassini's Grand Finale is available at:
https://saturn.jpl.nasa.gov/grandfinale

If you have been following myBlogover the past five years,you know this stuff,likeScienceandSpace Exploration,is important to me.I hope by sharing these kind of stories with you,that you get enjoyment out them also.
This is,Waiting For Scotty To Beam Me Up,James Tiberius Kirk Hauenstein,
And,
“A man either lives life as it happens to him, meets it head-on and licks it, or he turns his back on it and starts to wither away.”
- Gene Roddenberry -
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Remembering Papillon

Back on
April 23rd, 2015
when I wrote my
Post
I'm Papillon,
I was showing off my new used car to my family back east.
When my
Sister
emailed me back,
she wrote a sentence that triggered memories of one of my favorite
Actors
and one of my favorite
Movies.
Then my brain went into overdrive!

****

I sent my sister this photo of me next to my new car,
pointing at the
Mercedes Benz Emblem,
with a statement underneath. "You wish!"
She sent me an email back stating,"You look good Jim, real good."Or something close to those words.
That is when my brain went into overtime.After I read those words,
all I could think about was the scene from the movie
"Papillon"
starring
Steve McQueen.Still one of the coolest
Movie Stars
of all time.When the main character,
Papillon,
stuck his head out of a prison door window for roll call,
he asked the prisoner next to him,
"How do I look?"
The guy next to him takes one look at
Papillon,
and winces.
But kindly says to him,
"You look good, real good."
That's when
Papillon
new he was dying.
Because he had done the same thing to the prisoner next him when he was first jailed ten years before.
Of course,
that prisoner soon died.
So
Papillon
started exercising everyday,
until he was healthy enough to escape from prison.
Well,
that is what I am going to do now!Not trying to escape from prison,
but exercising.
Hiking two miles in the morning
and two miles in the evening.No push ups though,
no sit ups,
no curls,
no squatting,
no touching my toes,
no...............?
Sorry,
never mind.I'm dead.
This is,
Believing That If I Am Thinking About Exercising,
Then I Am Exercising,
Jim Hauenstein,
And,

“Even if you have to walk fast for 30mins, five days a week, by all means do so. Never make excuses to why you don't have the time to work out. Your body deserves to enjoy the taste of a good health. Never settle for less.”
- Edmond Mbiaka -
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The Zombie Killer

   No one ever believed that the Zombie Apocalypse could ever truly happen. It has always been the legend of Comic Books, Novels, TV, and Movies. Every movie making studio, in every country that has a studio, has made their version of the story. From Bollywood to Hollywood. From Kordia Studios, to Lenfilms, and to the Bantu Films made in South Africa, they have all made some kind of Zombie film.
   So when it came true, no one was prepared for it. Most people thought it was just a joke. Like the scare that went around the world in 2016. Folks, who were not related to each other or members of a world wide origination, separately dressed up as scary clowns just to frighten people. So when the first Zombies appeared across the globe, nobody thought twice about it until it was too late.
   People started taking notice when one of their family members was found chewing on the family dog when they came home from work or school and then their Zombie kin drops the canine to get into their faces to chomp on their brains.
   So we all barricaded ourselves in our homes. Turned on each other when the fresh water and food supplies became low. Which left plenty of dead corpses and close to death victims lying around for the Zombies to eat.
   The thing that I noticed? If a person was not quite dead yet, and they were bitten by a Zombie walking by, there was something in the saliva from that walking dead  person, that would get the newly bitten person upright, walking around, and start eating dead decaying meat themselves.
   It doesn't have to be your brain they want to eat, any decomposing carcass around a bone, from any animal, is food for the Zombies. Be it a bird or a human.
   The strange thing about all of this, "Zombies eating brains stereotyping," turns out to be true though. These bunch of semiconscious, salivating, parasite motivated creatures, act as if brains are a delicacy.
   I swear, if they could move their facial muscles just a sixteenth of an inch, they would be smiling from ear to fallen off ear when they had a mouth full of grey matter.
   But out of all of this chaos I speak of, a hero emerged.
   He came from out west. Cowboy hat and all. Wearing bandolier gun belts and carrying a couple of rifles.
   He was a crack sharp shooter to boot.
   I saw him lay a bullet in the forehead of a Zombie at four hundred feet while that parasite was munching on someone's femur.
   He is the new Sheriff in town. To protect and serve those of us still alive. Keeping the human species safe while he takes care of those Zombies.
   His name? Julian, Julian Escribano. The fastest gun in the west. And I am his Aunt.
   I cried when he said he would protect me. I cried and I hug him until I could hug him no more.
   I love my nephew, known around these parts as, "Julian the Zombie killer."
This is,A Story Inspired By A Dream My Daughter Had,Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“If any monster could Riverdance, it would be zombies.”
- Craig Ferguson -


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P.S.
I'm sorry that I didn't write another Episode of
The Man From Mars
today.
I was so excited about writing this story about my Grandson that I forgot it was Thursday.
I will continue the series next week Thursday.
Thanks for understanding.
 

Remembering The Big Wow

 Ever since I wrote the
Post,
"Big Wow Comic Fest"
back on
April 22nd, 2015,
I have wished for another chance to go to one of these
Comic Book Conventions.
But life keeps getting in the way.
At least I have the memories!

****

I loved my first ever experience
at a comic book convention.
It was up inSan Jose, California.The weekend of April 18th
and 19th.I especially appreciate all of the
Cosplayers,who took the time,
to let me take a few photographs of themstanding with my 5 year old grandson.He had the thrill of his young life so far.
It was two of my daughters,myself,and my grandson leaving around 12 midnight Friday evening,arriving at 7 a.m.Then spending half the day walking around the most interesting people I have met in a long time.
I really enjoyed seeing two of my favorite actors there,Gary Graham
and
Richard Hatch.
My younger daughter got her picture taken with one of her favorite actors,Tom Felton.
So all in all,what a great time.
I like the town of
San Jose
too! It is a very clean place,
with a small town atmosphere to it.Even though there are over
9 Million People
living there.
One thing I did notice,you can always tell the level of
Criminal Activity
in a large city,
by how many
Police Officers
arrive in a single police car.In
San Jose,
they have only one
Officer
per car.You wouldn't see that in
New York,
L.A.,
or even in
San Diego.They have
Two Officers Per Car
in those cities,
because they need to back each other up,
all the time.
Because of all the violence. One officer,
per car?Less violence.I like that town.
Back on topic.For my first experience at one of these
Comic Conventions,
I was captivated by how much detail all the
Cosplayers
put into their costumes.
 It was inspiring.I recommend that everyone should try to get out to one of these
Comic Fests
at least once in their life time.It's well worth it.
I have a special shout-out for the
Cosplayer
who came in as
Inara Serra
from the TV show,
Firefly.You are quite beautiful.The costume was perfect.And the smile was memorizing.I hope you won the costume contest.
Well,
there you have it.No matter how old I get,I love to see beautiful women in costume
and experience new things.Its what keeps me young at heart.But chasing after my
Grandson
reminds me of how old I really am!
This is,
Wondering Which Doctor Who Character I Should Dress Up As,
Jim Hauenstein,
And,

“Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go out and greet those wonderful creatures and say a few nice words in a language invented by Tolkein. I've practiced, but I sound like Chewbacca making a New Year's speech.”
- Nina George, -

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In The Year 2035

   "Daddy?" asked a nine year old girl. As she was leaving her front door, heading to the autonomous vehicle waiting at the street.
   The street is Privilege Way, in the city of Aberdeen, South Dakota. Their population in the year 2035? Two-million-six-hundred-thousand-nine-hundred-ten well to do and not so well to do people, stemming from all nationalities that this country can hold. Current temperature? Ninety-eight degrees.
   There was a President in the late 2010s who didn't believe in Global warming. He felt doing anything about it, during his time in office, would hurt his billionaire friends and their business ventures. He said it was a joke made up from over zealous scientists.
   Florida is now one-fifth its original size. San Antonio, Texas is now called a port city, replacing the submerged city of Houston. And if your ancestors were smart enough to purchase property on the eastern side of the Peninsula Mountain Range in California, you are now just a hop, skip, and a jump away from owning beach front property.
    What is left to the United States' Industrial Complexes, Agricultural Producing Farms, and the once mighty Silicon Valley, which is now the whale watching area of the Pacific, all had to move to the top third of the country. Places like South Dakota are considered to have good, mild climates. The same as what the now submerged city of San Diego once boasted about.
   "Daddy, I see one of them coming towards me." said the girl.
   "Just hurry up to the car and get in." Said the father of the little girl. "Honey, I have already called the police and they will be there soon to remove him from our city."
   "Why do they have to come into our city? I am afraid they might kidnap me." Said the frightened little nine year old.
   "Now honey. We have talked about this." Reminded the father. "We don't make eye contact with them, we don't talk to them, and we especially do not give them any money. Some people are just not capable of holding onto a job in this day and age. It's a numbers game out there and they are not smart enough to help America grow as a country any longer. Soon legislation will be in place where all of them will be forced into labor camps and you won't have anything more to worry about."
   "Is that what you are doing? Passing legislation in the Senate so we won't have to be afraid of them anymore?" Asked his daughter.
   "Yes dear." Replied the Senator from South Dakota. "That is why I am in our capitol of the United States. Here in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. To push forward my agenda of taking all the homeless people in this country and forcing them into the wilderness labor camps that Canada has graciously built for us."
   "I am in the car Daddy. I feel safe now." The girl told her father. "I see the police coming and that no good homeless person is running away."
   "That's good sweetheart." Said a relieved parent. "I've already set the destination in the car. Now off you go to school!"

This is,Hoping It Never Comes To This,Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“I remember one time we were walking into a grocery store and an old man was ringing a bell for the Salvation Army. I asked my dad if we could give him some money and he told me no, that he works hard for his money and he wasn’t about to let me give it away. He said it isn’t his fault that other people don’t want to work. He spent the whole time we were in the grocery store telling me about how people take advantage of the government and until the government stops helping those people by giving them handouts, the problem won’t ever go away… I believed him. That was three years ago and all this time I thought homeless people were homeless because they were lazy or drug addicts or just didn’t want to work like other people. But now I know that’s not true. Sure, some of what he said was true to an extent, but he was using the worst-case scenarios. Not everyone is homeless because they choose to be. They’re homeless because there isn’t enough help to go around. And people like my father are the problem. Instead of helping others, people use the worst-case scenarios to excuse their own selfishness and greed.”
- Colleen Hoover, -
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Still Learning New Lessons Each Day

OnApril 15 Through April 17,of 2015, I wrote about three ways to keep your life on track.First cameIt Takes Up All Your Precious Time! About the time consuming efforts it takes to be addicted to any kind of drug.FromCoffeetoHeroin.Then cameMotivate Yourself.How,if you want to become something in this world,that only you can truly motivate yourself to the point where you can achieve success.And finally,the third story in the series,Lesson For Today Is?On how to keep your mind sharp throughout your life.
****I forgot what lesson three is?No I didn't.I remember now. Back in my
Catholic Grade School Days,and hating every kneeling moment of it,I never forgot what a
64 Year Old Nun,
Sister Adel
told the class one day.
Yes,
she was still teaching
Geography
at an age when most people were dying.
Back in the early 1960s.
She said, "If your want to keep your mind sharp when you become old, start practicing now, by memorizing one thing per day instead of writing it down to remember it!" This is around
1961,
when we didn't have a better word then
Senility
for old folks who were loosing their minds.This was the
Dark Ages
you know. I myself still practice this technique today,by memorizing numbers.I'll try to memorize phone numbers,special days on the calendar,and so on.It doesn't have to be numbers.It can be anything you like.
But it really does help you if you do it daily.
I am living proof! Now how many lessons did I say I was going to do?
 This is,
Three!
I Said I Was Going To Do Three
And This Is The Third One!
Jim Hauenstein,
And,

“Some of the best love poems have been written by monks and nuns.”
- John Geddes, -

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Learning A Lesson All Over Again

I may have known of a problem back in
February 21, 2014.
My
Post
Lesson Learned
says I recognized this fact.
Yet,
it does not mean I was cured of the problem.
I still cannot put it down! 
 ****
It took a while for me to realize,
I haven't written anything on this
Blog
for such a long time.I got caught up in the
Technology
the kids are really into today.That's right,
I'm hooked,
and I can't put my
Cellphone
down!Once you download a bunch of
Games,
which are designed to be addicting,
Apps,
which are absolutely necessary for your survival,
and all of the latest
Social Media Platforms,
how else can you talk to your friends,
you believe that these things will make your life a whole lot better.Wrong!
It makes life cluttered.
Cellphone Companies
are pretty smart about what they offer you when you get your first phone.They automatically add
Apps
so you can get on the
Internet,
E-mail,
Text Message,
Video Stream,
and the most popular
Social Networks
like
Facebook
and
Twitter.So,
your average son
or daughter has everything on one simple device without spending an extra thousand dollars for a computer,
where half of the functions will never be used by the average individual anyways.That is why computer sales are down. There is nothing wrong with that.
Things change all the time in
Life. What got me thinking though,
is how much time I am wasting doing nothing.Except playing games.
That is important. I have spent hours on my phone when I could have been 
Writing,
Reading,
Playing With My Grandchildren,
or,
just having quality time with my
Adult Kids.I thought I had a great idea when I got
Microsoft Word
on my cellphone,
so I could continue my writing.I thought I was writing some pretty good stuff,
until I transferred a story to my computer
and it turned out to be a train wreck.Writing on a phone you can only see one
or two sentences at a time,
as you write.The paragraphs came out jumbled
and inconsistent.Writing on the big screen,
of your computer,
you can see a paragraph
or two,
all at once
and it's easier to keep the flow of the story going smoothly.So I had to put down my cellphone,
even though the withdrawals were horrific,
and turn on my computer.It felt so amazing.Like I was back home again. Lesson learned.I hope I have helped someone else out there in
Cellphone Hell
with this advice
and I hope I have warned someone away from the devilish "Cellphone Trap!"

This is,I Would Never Change My Status While WalkingUnless I Had Something Important To Say,Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“What I like best about cell phones is that I can talk to myself in the car now and nobody thinks it's weird.”
- Ron Brackin -
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The Man From Mars - Episode Twenty Six

   Hostage taking was something new to the Atlantean world, so I was...
   Wait, there I go again, speaking as if were me on Atlantis.
   So Ponleak was counting on, that these terrorists haven't thought everything through beforehand. That storming the building for Scientific Study, and taking everyone inside prisoners, was a split second decision by the attacking forces.
   The Board Member Guards, I felt, might have panicked when my highly trained Security Forces dispatched their attempts at capturing my compound.
   When I had first offered, the Guard's lone spokesman their lives, he had quickly turned around to talk to his compatriots. There was a heated discussion which followed immediately, and now there was only silence.
   What I wasn't expecting happened next.
   The Guard, who was the spokesman for the terrorist when I first got here, came flying over the fourth floor balcony.
   He was bound, gagged, and lifeless when he hit the ground.
   Obvious to me now, that he wasn't their true leader. He was puppet. Probably the one spearheading the release of the hostages, to save their lives, when he lost his own.
   I looked up when I heard a new voice calling my name. It was a voice I recognized.
   "Former Vice President Ponleak. You can see by the death of this traitor I handed you, that I mean business." Said the new head of these terrorists. "How has your day been going my old friend? Terribly I hope."
   "Sovannar. You old serpent." I responded to my constant adversary from my younger days in school. He was always out to prove that his Father, and the position he would eventually inherit, was more important to Atlanteans and at a higher level in prestige then my Father's position of being Vice President of Security of all of Atlantis.
   "Stuck in the same old position your Father had I see. And now you are trying to move up in the world." I said with as much sarcasm as possible. "But haven't you heard from the Chairman of the Board. It doesn't work like that. We are inherently destined to always follow in our Father's footsteps."
   "Oh, but what you haven't heard Ponleak, is that your position has been terminated and now the Board Member's Guard will be the knew elite security forces for all of Atlantis." A smiling Sovannar said.
   I looked down to the clay ground before I looked up again laughing.
   "Haven't you heard Sovannar. Your so called revolution in the Boardroom chambers was a complete failure. Just as your attempt to occupy my compound here. All of your Guard are either dead or severely maimed to the point to where there will not be any future generations of Guard children born."
   I slowly curved up one side of my mouth, before saying, "And I see the end of your lineage soon to come, my dear friend, unless you surrender peacefully."
   To add insult to injury, I told Sovannar to, "Call your fellow Guardsman at the Chambers. See how they are feeling. Then we can discuss the release of your hostages with a new understanding."
   He had a very angry face on him, when he backed away from the balcony's edge. I was hoping my assumptions were correct about the condition of the Guard back in the Chambers. Otherwise, these negotiations might turn for the worse.
   A few moments later, by the body language given off by Sovannar, that my assumptions must have been correct the first time.
   Sovannar came to the edge of the landing, without saying a word, and stood there. Contemplating.
   With new found determination on his face, he turned around and went back inside. He soon came out, with two of his men, leading a female scientist to the balcony's edge. He looked directly at me and said in a commanding voice. "These death are in the hands of your leader, Vice President of Security Ponleak. He has killed three quarters of the Board Member's Guard by leaving hundreds of my men to bleed to death. Offering no help when he left. And the ones who are alive, can no longer serve as Guard members because of their massive injuries. I do not care what happens to me. Those were my men. My responsibility. Their families will be scorned and sent to the water mines of the north, unless they have sons who will be becoming of age."
   Sovannar looked solemn for a moment, then added, as if talking only to me, "For my men, I will never be able to hurt and kill as many of yours, as you have hurt and killed of mine. But, I believe in, an eye for an eye, and I will kill as many of you as I can." Shouting in anger his last few words.
   With that, the two Guardsmen standing next to Sovannar, holding onto the female hostage, threw her over the balcony's edge.
   I screamed, or rather, Ponleak screamed "No" so loud, that it had to be heard around the whole scientific compound.
   Atlanteans, all around the area screamed in horror, as the scientist fell to her death.
   Rage swelled inside us. It got to the point that we started floating, above the clay surface of the planet, because the amulet was channeling our emotions through the area's magnetic field. When I wanted to rise further, up closer to the balconies edge, I rose.
   I mean, we rose. No, I mean Ponleak rose.
   When Ponleak wanted to go near the balcony, the amulet made it happen. We were on the landing of the fourth floor when the two Guards were caught off guard, excuse the pun, as they tried to bring another hostage to the edge of the balcony.
   I was standing there. Pointing at the two Guardsmen with both hands.
   It only took a thought and I had separated their heads from their torso.
   The hostage screamed. At first I thought from the splash of blood, which came from both sides, which covered his face and head.
   I realized afterwards that the fright he had in his eyes, was not from the blood splattering onto him when I killed the two Guards. It was that I had killed them with such malice intent, the way that I had killed them, and that I had power to do so.
   A power never seen on Atlantis before, and to kill them in that fashion, was frightening to the man because he was not sure if I was still one of the good guys.
   I hovered over towards Sovannar, raised my right hand in his direction, and...

   "Mister Johnson. Wake up Mister Johnson."
   I opened up my eyes and saw an elderly woman face just inches from mine, shacking me in my bus seat with both hands.
   "Good your awake." Said the woman. "Your friend here said that he tried waking you, but since he can't speak, he was having difficulty doing so. He asked me to talk to you to wake you up.
   I was so confused. Just seconds ago I was about to tear the head off of Sovannar, and now I am sitting in a bus, at a bus station, where passengers are departing.
   "He wants me to tell you that all passengers who are continuing on need to transfer buses here." She was saying.
    She backed away from me, looked to the man in the black suit, and as she spoke, did the deaf sign language with her hands and arms. "He is awake now. Your welcome. I need to get back to my family because our transfer takes us to a different bus than yours. God bless you and know that Jesus loves you. Bye."
   With that, she walked away to the front of the bus.
   The man in the black suit? He was already standing looking at me, like I should know what he wanted me to do.
   I guess this is the moment of truth. Once I get off I'll either be tackled by a group of law enforcement agents, or gun down by some rich drug cartel, and the amulet will be ripped from my neck and never seen again.
   I slowly got up, picked up my small carry-on, and headed towards the exit.
   With the man in black right behind me.
  To Be Continued...
Next Thursday.
This is,Saying I Am Sorry That It Took Me Three Weeks To Get Back To This Story,Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“Thus ended the first and adventurous part of his existence.
What followed was so different that, but for the reality of sorrow which remained with him, this strange part must have resembled a dream.”- Joseph Conrad, -
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