YOU ARE WHO YOU CHOSE (SHALL CHOOSE)TO BE IN THIS INTERACTIVE NOVEL WHICH TAKES PLACE IN AN IMMATERIAL REALM THE NARRATOR CALLS THE KINGDOM ON EARTH OR SOMETIMES “THE KINGDOM” Suggesting more than meets the casual glance.

The Narrator leaves clues as to what he believes, Characters have no interaction with the narrator, but they must be creatures/personages physically and mentally able to stay alive in the world the Narrator describes according to what the Narrator believes he sees, knows, etc.

This post is a clue for characters to build on.

Belief that killing is something men should have training in, is a character flaw. Your character can choose to have that and to believe he/she was born with it. Characters who could not survive on the earth inherited by the meek, of which Jesus speaks, albeit cryptically to them with hearing ears, those character dis-appear here, mysteriously and forever, their memories of war and its rationale poofed.

The narrator breaks words ob-sess-ively as if he were releasing the sense once locked in words like comprehension and compression and compassion, con fide el ity true ly.

Meek who claim to find clues that make Jesus irrelevant, flush those thoughts after following that branch of this stream. Once out of the swamp of despondency the meek are less unable to pay attention to virtues and other praiseworthy notions,

or they rot in the swamp they carry in their hearts.

An earth inheritor can follow the mainstream with nearly no oppositions from the high steppes and mesas and mountains to the lowlands where life’s flow slows and puddles near stagnatation as silt and such is sorted, but moving through the swamp toward the sea becomes easier when big storms raise the tide and flush the swamp. That particular function of tide worked smoothly before the earth broke in Noah’s middle age. the rivers and waters above the earth’s firm crust flowed out from the original fountainhead of mythic proportion, whence all the water in the world flowed, the waters below the firmament were gently tugged to the peak of the planet, the top-most tip upon which the egg spins and wobbles, as does the planet orbiting sol. The water

https://www.scienceworld.ca/resources/activities/egg-spinning

Gusty brain breezes not pondered but pollinated… these are thought once, not got, yet, may be clarifying… chaff dispersal is not the same as seed and pollen dispersal.

Two completely different routines, sub-routines, cycles of events related but not so that the final cycle, chaff-dispersal, determines the quantity or quality of the harvest, chaff is an obstacle to partaking of the harvest. Chaff will choke you. Chaff cannot reduce your harvest. Chaff abatement procedures once were done for gardeners by gentle breezes that cooled sweat-wet brows as men whistled while they worked. In the garden, the inheritance of the meek, kept all these years in anticipation (I think cipitation is a confused word). The whole world groans awaiting the manifestation of the sons of god…

July 4, 2 ante meridian, somewhere between Vegas and Barstow, sitting in the window of a VW driven by a weak man of the baser sort Lot once confronted, weakly, staring at stars and hearing in my head what I just said; I slipped back into the passenger seat and looked at the odd fellow next to me and said:

The whole world is groaning in birth pangs for God’s sons and I am one of them,

then I went to sleep and woke at down on the lawn of a church on Wilshire.

Characters are invited to speak by asking once, but any one may put forth a wish to partake in the quest after agreeing to the RULES (think of them like lines on a Big Chief tablet with wood chips so big you could get splinters, that kinda rule): 123 , but we don’t know all the rules. Only this main one right now, we know:

The meek do inherit the earth. By you, as a character, indisputable lieve granting is quired and required as instructions are proven and reproven through the course of this flowing reality. BTW be lieve means “by your lieve” as my Proto-Indo-Euro teacher’s ancestor might have have thought when they taught:

We may no longer see the world of Noah’s youth, Be lieve his story, teach your children. We live on the wreck of a world that once was better than now and shall be again, when the meek who patiently endure inherit the whole earth new, the old being folded up and put away.

Believe Jesus Christ never told a lie, or find your own reality to enjoy, for a while.

Here we know, we won, so we do not study war. We are weird in a way Druids and Moloch-Baal make-uppers  and such never got. The neo’ anything are lost, there is nothing new under the sun. Solomon, Sheba’s son, discovered that as he pondered his answered prayer.

Plus the biggies Jesus laid down: comprehend love and do it right.

Universal translations are okeh, in this instance. You know what He said and You know what He meant and you do what you do.

Your character must help, but only with knowledge you know true. No guessing without confession. Pro or re gression is okeh, ag is not. Profession re quires quests re proven, often, not always.

How can that be a variable?

How can C be the speed of light?

What character? Who? Could be the Baalam’s Ass character better than I? Challenge me for the role, or listen when I say I see something, you know?

I have a volunteer for Evil Genius and for Hero and Wizard and Witch. these are not granted until called – on the phone in the world you live in right now — do not begin accepting messages from voices in your head claiming participation in the In Heritance Process with out some fore-knowledge to expect such

What do they call this? Static? Maybeness? Madness, is one thing this has been oft called, aye. Remember the Bedlam animation sketch.

Luck be good, Laird, we warrent deemed sane in that go around.

‘Tis the lit-tle things spoils the grapes as well as ever things as you can imagine.

Little foxes, wee kitts, cute as cute can be, y’see. Those spoil ever things,

But not for ever.

Ever things don’t never spoil. They dis-integrate and wait while dew, at first, then, after the planet sort of fractured, rain washes all the wrong choices to the sea via rivlets and reels and streams and creeks and rivers and such. Flowing to the sea, eventually. Everything is eventual, don’t you agree, Mr. King?

is that the first literary comicbook movie cameo ever in history?

no, third one, on this thread. Nothing new. No BS decreed.