Happy Days...

The boys out for the night (Miguel is propped up on a bar stool, holding his spacial enhancer), that's Dopey on the left with the dodgy shirt, Puddles at the back with Bryan and Wiggy in the front. Nobody can remember how Porto got there...Breakdown in undercover surveillance...

The Connection

Bob had met Bryan during an international rugby match between Japan and South Africa, it had been one of the best days of Bob's life as they had thrashed the Springboks in front of the Japanese faithful. Bryan had come up to him after the match discussing some of the plays and they had later gone for a beer and then dinner with Bryan's wife Mags, a New Zealand lass who loved the game and was never short of conversation and support for her husband. Years later after Bob's career had ended, the result of a nasty bite on the arm by a Puff Adder while climbing for charity in the South African Drakensburg, Bryan had convinced him to come and work at Hills Holland and introduced him to Bart Mickel. Bob began working for Fatcat Piet and initially found a great bunch of guys working there and good times were had by all. He only noticed a general change in attitude after one faitful night where one of the lads working there by the name of Powder, who seemed to be a bit on the wild side, had an affair with a young girl by the name of Grumpy Dixie.

The waiting game

Desperate to get into the army base, Bob was crawling under the nets that they use for training and trying to squeeze under the outer wall, when all of a sudden a man whose face was partially disfigured jumped up in front of him and stabbed him in the back. He held no fear though and just as he was stabbed he found himself sitting in a cinema, watching himself in the movie taking the knife.
Bob came to in an instant, gasping for air, feeling a tingling sensation in the small of his back. He and Wiggy were waiting out the lions in a tree and he must have fallen asleep. He looked across at Wiggy who was resting quietly giving him a quizzical look. Bob had played rugby for Japan a few years earlier and he now felt the familiar sensation of being completely exhausted. Unable to sleep now his thoughts drifted and he went over what had happened so many years back.

A rough bunch

Less publicised figures in Wiggy's plot, but no less important were Bryan Howe, an employee of Hills Holland, and two members of a local Portuguese street gang going by the names of Scully Moldo and Porto. Bryan Howe was a former Springbok rugby coach, who had a black market business deal with Scully and Porto intimidating certain players that Bryan considered a threat. His replacement as coach after an embarrassing string of losses, saw him out of favour with the public and unemployed for a few years before finding work at Hills Holland. Bryan never fell off the gangs radar though and they monitored him continuously knowing it was easy money should they need to blackmail him at any stage. Bryan Howe stumbled accidentally onto Wiggy's treachery and it was not long before the gang demanded his involvement and their inclusion in the spoils. It was rumoured that Porto at that stage was already suffering from syphilis.

Dopey - Silent puppeteer

Dopey grew up in a fairly stable environment and joined Hills Holland while studying at the University of Nisa. His only evils were the occasional drink, an insatiable appetite for paracetemol and his often public sexual exploits. Although known to all as Dopey due to his addiction for pills, he was sometimes jokingly referred to by those close to him as 'Bumfleas' an obvious reference to one of his sexual conquests. He obtained a job at Hills Holland through a very good friend of his named Fatcat Piet working there at the time and was known to be a hard worker and very focused on his studies. Dopey became more and more restless however and it was during a night out after work that he and Powder made friends. Powder's influence was instant and soon Dopey was firing on brandy and bad temperament, having sleepless nights and performing numerous acts of vandalism. Dopey was reputed to have discharged five fire extinguishes in a night of rage, causing thousands worth of damage.

The Plot - Part 2

Powder came from a gentle background to become one of the hardest men in the Addington area. He became known to all when he severely beat a young girl outside a local nightclub. The 'bloodbath' incident was splashed around the newspapers and on all the news channels. Some said it was because his soccer career had ended that he turned, others said it was the loss of his long time girlfriend that pushed him over the edge but whatever it was, it became obvious that the ball was rolling and he would not stop. Powder enjoyed the good life and more often than not was fuelled up on beer and brandy with his most pleasured beverage of 'double brandy, half ice, no coke' soon becoming very popular in the bars in and around the Queensborough ghetto. His frequent trips to Amsterdam saw him indulging in vast quantities of magic mushrooms and often getting himself in trouble with the law by chasing underage girls. Powder was then set to be a player in Wiggy's game when he blackmailed a corrupt official named Bart Mickel, then Junior Vice President at Hills Holland, and secured a job where he had access to private personnel files.

The Plot

It was the dusk of 1997 when Wiggy dreamed up his plot to secure a vast sum of money and to take down the international corporation of Hills Holland. He worked his way slowly up the ranks and within three years had been made manager of a section known only as 'The Bay Side'. Slowly and carefully he began to record the secrets and plan his assault. His most notable accomplices at this stage were a young, slender man named Dave, who would soon earn the name in the Addington area of 'Powder' and a short chubby friend from the Pineview Projects known only as Dopey.

Wiggy was always said to be greatly frustrated through life, probably attributed to the loss of a testicle during a game of cricket when he was very young. His friendship with Powder and Dopey was no accident and it was this friendship that would see them all bonded for life and would one day change the life of Miguel forever.

Bob continues on...

Bob realised all too quickly that he was in a lot of trouble, and summoned the help of someone he had not talked to in a long while, someone whom he never thought he would see again. Wiggy, a local game ranger, flew in as soon as he could, he owned a small helicopter which he had purchased using the proceeds of an insurance scam many years back. Although not innocent by any stretch of the imagination, he was now law abiding and not the same man he once was when he worked at Hills Holland as a high level executive. Wiggy greeted Bob heartily and with no time to spare the two pushed on, catching up on the old days while they moved slowly through the dense vegetation of the river banks. It had taken Bob a long time to forgive Wiggy and he often found himself staring blankly at his thumb, which still bore the injuries he had sustained during that final struggle with Wiggy which had occurred on the beaches of Addington so many years back.

Infamous dream of the infidel

In an African safari park Bob was on a mission, he had to stop two enormous anacondas from mating. His friends Miguel, Puddles and Gustopher were enjoying a day out with him, all except Miguel that is, who had no legs and no wheelchair (he had discontinued use of a wheelchair after an intense meditation session). After a long hike to the river (which was tough going for Miguel) they made it to an abandoned car park alongside the river and could see the two giant anacondas in the distance. There in the car park were two wheelchairs, one state of the art, the other with no back rest, a sagging seat and dodgy wheels. Bob, naturally, ran and jumped in the good chair, with Miguel, complaining, jumping in the dodgy one and they spent a few moments remembering their youth racing go karts. Miguel never stopped complaining that he wanted the good wheelchair with the back rest as he kept falling off his one. Nobody likes a winger, Bob always says. After a short while Bob resumed his journey alone, however by now, two lions had positioned themselves between himself and the horny reptiles.

The New Land

Free love once more
Don’t cry 'forgotten', but heal in our muddied minds
For days like these are slim then none
To fondle our cravings is Just and surreal
But, to spit down our dreams,
Forgiveness is lost.
Group familiarity, hesitation enticed
And thought defies will.
In the sun of this dream
Of images and trance
There in the traveling child
The one of the rebirth shall find his own
And the sleepers will wake to the new land
To discover their start.

Life flows within

Time stands still in traffic

Socrates believed that care of the soul is more important than care of the body. Do not make the body the cage of the soul, live well, eat, sh#g, love and die.

All that was, all that is, all that will be...

And so ojjo rests. If you ask me whether I believe in ojjo completely, the answer is a definite, 'yes'. Ask yourself, for how long have you questioned the meaning of life at a given time, an hour? Half an hour every day? More? How often do you just give up? And finally, have you a definite opinion you are prepared to stand by or are you floating, hedging your bets with the majority? Without proof to the contrary all any of us can do, is guess. Yes, it is faith, but faith without thorough thought is fear of the unknown...
ojjo lived, is living, and will continue to live. Here, somewhere else, everywhere for it is an impasse of time and space, this journey of the soul, in our lives will not reveal our fate.

The Ancients - Return of ojjo

The absence of time affords us numerous theories and ultimately I have little doubt that time is a temporary obstacle put in place by a higher being (I may have doubts concerning whether the higher being is the highest being though). Once you dismiss time in this manner you can concentrate on how a higher being may view existence. TIME MAKES NO SENSE. Worshiping a God for eternity MAKES NO SENSE, as eternity implies the existence of time which implies a start to both our existence and Gods existence. I believe in a God, but not in time. Ultimately, if you believe in a start you must believe in an end (something must have been around to create a start...). Existence can only therefore (in my opinion) be perceived as parallel, amalgamated into an energy that has no beginning and no end. As ojjo lived thousands of years ago, ojjo lives today, as the pyramids were created, the Inca trails blazed, so are they today. Our perception of these is flawed, and we exist within that which exists within another, which ultimately exists within us all. Paths cross and we progress, our energy levels increase. We do not become God, but we form part of God. We should not fear God, but accept that which we do not know and accept that we are part of this Universe in the same way that God is our Universe.

Dreams - why, which, where

I can put my hand on my heart and say that just about every night I will have a dream that alternates between snakes and flying. I have gotten so used to these dreams that when I used to get bitten by the snake and wake up I now sleep through it. The same is said for falling, flying and all that, I used to wake up with gasp, now I hit the ground and move to the next dream.
I have the definite ability to remember a lot of my dreams although I have heard you begin a new dream every few minutes. By the way, according to a popular dream book, snakes are supposed to be interpreted that someone you trust will stab you in the back. Snakes however would by far be my favourite pet or animal, but I suppose you never know...
There are two theories on why we dream, the physiological and the psychological. The psychological is to me, the most interesting and Aristotle wrote about the connection between dreams, experiences and needs. Some believe dreams to prophetic as written in the Bible and others believe, as Freud did, any number of things buried deep in our memory.

The Darkies

If we believe Newton's laws of physics and gravity, then our galaxy along will all other galaxies within our comprehension could not exist [according to the scientists]. This is due to the fact that atoms [of which everything we know is made] do not have sufficient mass to stop galaxies from collapsing on themselves. Scientists have therefore devised the theory of dark matter which must make up 94% of the universe in order to generate sufficient mass [according to computer simulations] not to collapse the galaxy. Unfortunately everything we know is made up of atoms and so we could never prove the existence of something which is not made up of atoms, although scientists continue to try. Science has also decided [with some resistance] that the big bang should be causing the expanding universe to be slowing down. The expanding universe, however has been proven to be increasing in speed, hence the necessary need for dark energy [the only plausible solution to an increase in speed]. On a program fairly recently on the Discovery channel they were even mentioning that this dark matter and energy could be the existence of God, the dust from Aliens etc. etc. etc.

Universe - Parallel, Plasma, or dark matter

We can not discuss the probability of parallel universes without briefly touching on cosmology and the theories of what constitutes the universe.
Reference is made to the book by Eric Lerner called 'The big bang never happened' and this book is criticized on the following link http://www.astro.ucla.edu/~wright/lerner_errors.html
By the way the book is not easy reading and far above my intellect but so interesting that you will read through the formulae, graphs and equations and enjoy the gist of it. The book was also published quite a while back although still very applicable. Scientists are mostly divided into opposing sides, those that believe in the existence of dark matter and dark energy (the existence of both of these has never been proven) and those that believe Newtons laws of physics do not apply to larger and further mass. Please forgive the numerous posts as my gateway does not allow too much to be uploaded and bombs out if I ramble on too long. So the next post will continue into dark matter...