Earth, Not My First Planet (Letter to the Readers)

 Letter to the Readers:

    You are wondering what this is, aren't you? A dash of romance, a drama, with a hint of sci-fi. 
Who knows really. I have been calling it life.
My life.
Mine. 
Now smiling into yours through the written word, oddly enough typed on the internet. 
I use to ask people, "Do you like the way I write?"
Now frankly, I only ask friends.
I write how I write. 

It's offensive, but so was my upbringing. If I do not watch it closely it bites.

I sound like a drunk old singer, or blind pianist saying, "I do this how I do it, and that's it," introducing myself by spilling a beer.

Welcome to my world. 
I am still not sure about being part of yours. 

    When you get into the nitty gritty, or beginning, of this story you will think, "Do they really believe this stuff, that they were on other planets?" 

    You possibly believe someone walked on water and I do not doubt your belief structure to be sound. So...
Why doubt mine?

    I do believe enough ionized kinetic energy could cause someone to walk on water.
And I believe if a certain bug manitou liked someone enough to keep their brains animated past a death, well... they could with a type of kinetic energy and nervous system infiltration. 

    We have seen proof of that with mushrooms zombifying spiders. 
They hijack the spider's nervous system and keep them in a state between life and death. 

    No reason to think they could not do it with a person. 

    There you have an explanation for how Joshua did his thing near Bethlehem. 

    It sounds easy peasy, but after a bug affair there is very little left to the personality or humanity to a being. 
    Joshua still wanted to spread goodness most likely, from what I have read of the tales of him.
    That would have elevated him in the face of God. 
    If so, cool dude. 

    There have been many that would have fit that structure and it is nice to know about most of them. 

    Now back to me, though. 
    My selfishness is kicking in and I have very little time to write this today. I am staying with a man named Bill and his meals must be prepared or he will starve. 

    The man say's he just does not cook, he reheats.

    As the title of this blog explains, Earth is not my first planet. 

    I have actually been on a few, all of them in our solar system at some point in time or another. 
I will explain about a few of them in the days, months, and maybe years to come, depending on how long winded I get and how interested you are in reading. 

    You might actually read all this in a weekend after happening upon it on the internet, then we can sit staring at our monitors together. 

    My experience in each part of existence is complicated. Existences are something other than lifetimes. The span of an existence on a planet is not always a lifetime.

    Stay with me. 

    I am IN my lifetime right now.
    This is my whole first life and I am living it while writing to you. 

    Without knowing you, writing to you is odd, but I am getting used to it. 

    What was on other planets were forms of existence other than what you would call "life" as you know it on Earth. 

    On Mars it was more like a whisper.
    On Venus it was a type of essence.
    On Pluto it was very much like here on Earth, with a complex spiritual life force combining many other types.

    The devastation on Pluto as the inhabitants siphoned so much energy was ungodly and unexpected by the planners. They could not have predicted what kind of tragedy would have raced upon me. The inhabitants even tried to pull energy from what was left of me after my animation fled.

    They would drain energy down to a gram and then try to grow it, just to drain it, again. 
    Being a fuel for mites was hell. Watching my young one go through it, was an abyss.
    So naturally, Pluto is a prison. 
    
    The moon its transport.

    Forgiveness, or what started to resemble a type of merciful forgetting, took well over 40 billion years per planting (planet). It is toward the end of eight of those cycles.

    Now that is a grudge, is it not?

    You will understand it all eventually, and some of you might even side with my reasoning or say you would have waited for near ever before forgiving such horrendous acts.

    At that point you will have to subscribe to my private channel and drink or smoke with me, occasionally. Moving-in together seems ridiculous right now.

    To be completely honest I tend to romanticize just about every good thing in my life with an asexual adoration that spotlights them just enough to take up too much of my time.
    Something I call, "friendship". 

    Never expect good grammar, a maze of mindful vocabulary, or a blood thirsty fight from me and we will get along splendidly. 

I am friends with martial artists, I just refuse to learn a martial art. 
(Something about my laziness and the amount of discipline involved.)

I can be pig-headed at times to a point where I stink up the pen.
Example: I can write this how I want to. The format, or sentence structure may seem wrong to you, but that is how I want it and the Bradbury side of me refuses to bow to you.

Ever. 

Still...

I hope much happiness comes your way and spreads to the direction of those you love.
My hope is especially solid for you with you being one of those who has read this. 
(Because you would never know how I felt, if you had not.)
(Obviously.)

Remember this story is a mere blog outline of what I am truly working on. Enjoy it, let it inspire, but do not merely copy and paste it onto something. 

I leave you with care if you are the meek or fight for them,

~A~
 
PS: There will be an occasional music inserts in this that better explains emotions or the scene of events.

PPSS: I am never going to be religious or regulated by that ion but do keep politely asking by stopping by.