Sunday, January 22, 2017

The true enemy

  The system itself is the true enemy, not so much its individual components. It doesn’t have names and addresses. Those claiming that have misunderstood most grievously.
  That doesn’t mean that individual components of flesh and blood are blameless. It just means that we should focus the most on the big picture without ignoring the small.
  No, Rothschild, Bilderberger, New World Order, like Right Wing Nut Jobs, Alex Jones and others claim aren’t ruling the world. It just isn’t that simple. That’s just their wet dream. Those are just one more component.
  People like Alex Jones and uncritical supporters/cheerleaders are in itself a major part of the problem, of the host of bodies ruling the system and its eager supporters, cheerleaders.
  Yes, grand polluters and individual forces of oppression should be criticized hard, but not without having in mind that they’re just one more component.
  And so on.
  Many/several networks rule the world, partly together, partly as rivals and no one is in control.

  They’re all just tiny cogs of The Machine. Remove the system, The Machine, and they go, too. Indulge your fantasies, your illusions and the Machine remains.

Friday, January 20, 2017

Afraid (I)

  - Don’t be afraid, Sasha soothed her.
  But Lily was afraid, as Sasha put her hands on her shoulders. The heart hammered in her chest, like in a rabbit fleeing from a predator. She visualized how the girl standing behind her grew long, pointed fangs and her sweet features turned into a demonic visage.
  Then Sasha fell on her, held her in her paralyzing grip and bit into her jugular vein with her fangs, and all of it turned all too real, and then Lily found out how it was like when her heart truly hammered in her chest.
  The sound of Sasha slurping her blood as she sucked the life out of her became Lily’s entire world. The room faded around her and a terrible weakness overwhelmed the tiny rabbit as it breathed for the last time. She stopped struggling and turned limp in the predator’s iron grip.

  Sasha let go of the empty husk and it fell dead to the floor. Ecstasy, building forever in her mind rose to a fever pitch, and Sasha laughed loud and triumphant as she beheld the vanquished piece of meat at her feet.

Sunday, January 08, 2017

Reboot

  As the new year is nineteen days old, the new story of mankind begins, one of rebirth and passion and life abundant. Our story is finally rebooted, returning to its origin, its great, primitive past.
  In the sense I would even want to be a part of a big organization/party it would have to be a truly radical Green Party, a deep ecological movement, but something like that doesn’t exist right now, anywhere. There are scattered hints of it, but no more than that.
  Such a movement would have to work for nothing less than a total rejection and abandonment of today’s life-hostile local, national and global society or it would be counter-productive, useless, working again its own purpose. It and its members need to be a force of its own, able and willing and dedicated to stand against the massive foul wind of the modern society and fight without pretense and modesty, with all possible means for its demise.
  One casual glance at today’s world screams of the fundamental necessity for such a movement. It should also be a deep-felt desire in us all. My claim is that it is. We just need to throw off the poisonous blanket of civilization strangling and smothering us at every turn in order to reach our true self.

  Yes, such a creature exists, beneath all the brainwashing and conformity, and we should embrace it with everything we are.

Sunday, December 18, 2016

Second (or third) author’s word - Thunder Road: Ice and Fire

  Publishing this at the start of a new year is quite fitting.
  It suddenly dawned on me recently, when I sat there with Thunder Road: Ice and Fire, the fifteenth book I’ve published in six years that not only have I become a seasoned author, but also a seasoned publisher.
  I’ve also become an experienced editor, which I see as more than a little ironic, but my guess, as a fairly experienced human being is that life is filled with such moments.
  It was a slow process, spanning many years, with many small victories and ongoing progress. For some reason I really struggled with the editing and final touch this time. It is my second longest novel, 220 000 words and that probably played a part in my struggles, but there were other factors as well, like this being one of my most ambitious projects and such. It wasn’t exactly hard or difficult, just extensive and demanding. It took me months and two postponements from the original publication date to complete the finishing touch.

  I’ve got tons of extra material on the website for this one, so much accumulated information. As stated I could have written a novel with a million words with all the source material available. A lot of what isn’t in the book is on the website. Humanity’s immediate future is described in the book and why is described in more detail on the companion pages. As usual the site is both for those who have and haven’t read the novel, both an introduction and a companion to the book. I didn’t have to write most of it, since I’ve already done that the last twenty-five years and published it both on and off the Internet. I did research in various forms when writing the novel, but most of it was/is my life, things that have been an integrated part of me my entire adult life. The research was mostly additions to what I already knew intimately. I’ve been an environmental activist for at least thirty years. The story, though I certainly struggled, like I always do, with the plot and its consistency practically wrote itself.
  Even if each story is also an exploration, a great journey into the unknown, you write about what you know and often write better about what you know best.
  Even if I’ve had the story on paper for twenty years and in my head even longer the extensions and also most recent extensions helped me go even deeper into the material. I’ve also had more time to develop and complete the website, more time with everything, period. And on the even more positive side, I’ve probably created millions of new brain cells and neural pathways because of it.
  Some of my books have waited decades to be published, while others may be published the same year the writing is complete, that’s just how it is.
  Thus speaks the veteran author/artist and publisher.

  I’m proud to claim that this is the ultimate survivalist story. The people described in the novel plan for the collapse, but the unexpected happens, and they’re forced down an even harder path.
  My novel isn’t about the end of civilization. It isn’t a story from the end of civilization. It is the end of civilization…

Tuesday, December 13, 2016

Nothing but NATURAL VARIATIONS

  A shout of desperation from a climate change denier. Sample from my novel Thunder Road - Ice and Fire:

  People hugged each other and cheered, and were once again ready to rebuild their lives following the old, destructive pattern.
  – It’s not over, Damon cried out to them, not to his tribe.
  They stopped and stared at him as if they didn’t see him, anxious and angry.
  – Do you truly believe this is what we saw on the satellite images, or that it is sufficient to explain the giant black cloud? He spoke with venom in his voice. – Are you truly so lacking in basic rational thinking?
  They stared at the wild beast in their midst and didn’t dare doing what they wanted to do. They wanted to tear him to pieces, but only stood there and glared at the ground.
  A man stepped outside what was clearly his house and stopped on its stairs. Sea water reached him to his legs. He didn’t seem to notice that his feet had become wet.
  – It’s only natural variations, he choked, – nothing but NATURAL VARIATIONS
  A man stepped closer to Damon. He looked fairly bright and rational.
  – I’ve heard things making it all even worse, he stated, glancing nervously at everyone, as if he feared they would attack him like wild animals at any moment.
  – Please, speak, Anya encouraged him.
  – I heard that the West Antarctic Ice Sheet has broken off from the mainland, completely broken off. That alone is sufficient to raise sea levels with at least six meters, right?
  – Is that recent? Myriam asked him.
  – It’s hard to tell these days, he replied. – I think they’ve set the news on repeat. There was a lot of other news as well, none of them good.

  – It’s only natural variations, the man on the stairs shouted, – nothing but NATURAL VARIATIONS

Tuesday, December 06, 2016

Kissinger and the Nobel Peace Prize Committee

  We in Stop NATO Norway have spoken a lot about Henry Kissinger lately, about the fact that the Norwegian Nobel Peace Prize committee has invited him to speak about… peace.
  To reiterate: A man who has actively contributed to war during a long life and to murder and torture of many millions of people has been invited to speak at an event supposed to promote peace, by a committee that according to its bylaws is supposed to encourage peaceful coexistence.
  We talked about it and wondered the most whether or not there was anyone worse than this man, one with an entire adult life in the eager service of war, and we struggled a bit with finding any.
  In something becoming a very «cheerful» meeting, we found quite a few upstarts that could be called Kissinger’s equals or at least are aspiring to his high-level status as warmonger and mass murderer.
  George W. Bush was suggested as a candidate for next year’s speaker/invitee, and Tony Blair, Benjamin Netanyahu, David Cameron, François Hollande, Hilary Clinton and similar are also excellent candidates…
  Jens Stoltenberg is a good local name to us Norwegians. He has strongly contributed to the growth of NATO influence in Europe and the world at large. He was Norwegian prime minister during the bombing of Libya, where Norwegian fighter jets were hard at work. The war propaganda against Russia has grown considerably in strength and volume in his time as general secretary. He supported Donald Trump’s demand that smaller member countries should contribute more to NATO and all those peace operations we keep hearing about.
  Perhaps they should give the peace prize to Obama again. He has been extremely active in his peace efforts since he received the prize the first time, active in Libya, Pakistan, Syria and many other places. This can be an annual tradition called the bomb and intervention club or something.
  Remember, it’s better with one bomb too many than one bomb too little, and an invasion or two a month make the war machine stay oiled and primed for new, exciting tasks.
  Henry Kissinger is clearly an inspiration to many of the younger, power hungry whippersnappers and we must also conclude he’s popular in the Nobel Peace Prize Committee. The latter should definitely come as a surprise to everyone, but unfortunately it doesn’t. The Committee has a long, sordid history of supporting US interests.
  There will be a protest in Oslo December 11, against Kissinger the war criminal and against the committee’s decision to have him as a speaker.

  PS The blog Uten Grenser (no limits or no boundaries), where I post all my Norwegian posts, including the Norwegian edition of this one has had 1400 visits from an undetectable source in the United States the last week, an extreme and improbable number at a blog receiving most of its visits from Norway.

Monday, December 05, 2016

We always knew it would end in violent delights

  And it’s great!
  What I most of all felt at the end of Westworld - the TV-show? I felt freedom, or at least a sense of it.
  A great payoff was given to us in the season finale, a magnificent ending of a magnificent season. The only regret is that it will hard to top this or even continue it. I hope I’m wrong, but they will probably scale it back down a bit.
  The plot with William that most viewers had long since solved was over and done early in the episode, and they could move on to the truly important stuff. Another well thought of decision. I love complex and ambitious stories and this is a doozy. It’s so far above almost everything else out there that whatever competition there might be is left far behind. I didn’t think they could pull it off. My expectation to the show before it began was hopeful but moderate. I couldn’t conceive of how they could make the story interesting, quite frankly, but they did, surpassing my expectations.
  Dolores is Wyatt, is the center at the end of the maze at the end of the story. What she had searched for all this time was… herself.
  The man in black, desperate to find a way out of his stale, cynical existence finally found that life was worth living.
  All the bullshit of current mankind is blown out of the water.
  I love it!
  Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton, and the adoring circles gathered around them loathe this.
  Among many things this is also great atheism. The god myth is explored and rejected. The Michelangelo painting was a great touch.
  The writers/creators show great imagination, far more so than Michael Crichton did in his rather unimaginative movie. They didn’t take it just one step beyond that, but many.
  This is cinema far beyond cinema and hopefully the future of visual storytelling. I said that it would be five years ago and I was right. Just to go to the theater and sit down for two hours is passé and has been for a very long time. This is how it’s supposed to be, how it should have been from the start.
  Anyone with a camera and somewhat decent equipment can do it, perhaps not with this one’s «production value» (another long since outdated industry expression), but still.