Chapter One: The Histories

         You know my histories, you just did not know they were histories.
    Tales of twisted true past events were made into books long ago. Now they are movies, games, and interactive technology.

        You would be amazed to know just how many stories were about me, and which ones. 

        The ruins have been exposed in one of the lakes of Michigan.
        It is time to tell you why those ruins are relics of a map you play on a game called World of Warcraft.
        Does it frighten you to know that Azeroth was a real place?
        In the southern tops of  Ferelas there lies a ruin.
     Now it is being uncovered by water, after being buried by sediment long ago. 

        There is still more to uncover. 
       

        There is the living and there are elves. 


        They are those who lost their identity.
        They are those whose lives were mixed up on Azeroth- the name of the Earth before this Earth.
        They are those past death. 
    

        If you seek them watch out for the sharp teeth.
        Both elves and pixies BITE. 
        With elves you will dream of owls if you are let go. 
        Watch for that.

        With pixies, just be sure to make a last will and testament before you engage.

        Regardless of Jerry, Jerith, or Jeriba having a good relationship with pixies, they will just eat you.
    They are part of the remnants of a ripped upped youth,
        They, like with what ripped them, rip and tear. 
        With the Three J's, the skin of them is thicker and like that of a worm. They are able to withstand the biting better. 



        Enough about the underworld and all that hades stuff, this is my story.   
 
        Like you, I am a crust dweller.  

    
        The battle for my existence began before my first day.

    They knew through the fallen sharing dream prophecy, and the woman that conceived having broken her word of silence, that I was to be born. 

    For exposing my arrival, they claimed the woman would be praised after the birth. 

     Her husband Arthur had told her upon marriage that he did not want to have children.
    She slyly went off birth control after her sister had a baby. Sick of hearing her sister gloat about family being more important than money, she was determined to have a child of her own.
     Upon the woman's pregnancy, she spoke to Arthur.
    He simply asked what she planned to do with "it".
    Fearing he would push an abortion upon her, and it would cause sin, she told him that she would handle the child alone.
    "I'll do everything. You won't have to do anything, I'll raise it."
    He agreed, and let the conception continue unscathed.

    As the months passed, he was praised by family enough for him to fake wanting to be a father. 
  He figured she would miscarry. They told her she would need to gain over thirty pounds of weight in order to give birth.

    She kept her weight at only gaining twenty-five pounds.

    Unfortunately for Arthur and his wife, twenty-five pounds was just enough for life to live.
    At the end of the pregnancy, calculated by the woman to the day, a blizzard hurled outside the modular home. 
    She tried to keep her weight down from starvation but craved sugar. 
    I inspired her to eat frozen concentrated orange juice. 
    With the abundance of antioxidants and vitamin C, I was able to conceive a decent birth weight of five pounds and hold on for a full term. 

    For trying to kill me, I pounded a blizzard at the home. 
    She had refused the doctors warnings, and the known time of my birthday. 
    "I will live, but you did not gain enough weight to widen your hip. You will die." I said from the clouds. 
    She screamed profanity at me and hit her stomach. 
    Fearing her death more than wanting me to die, she called out to the father she had molested during his stroke. An act that led to my grandmother sterilizing her in the 1970's. 
    The woman then went to Christian to be cleansed by the baptism and washed the mark of a Sam of she.
    The woman prayed for a baby.
    Christian denied her. 
    Satan offered. 
    The woman denied satan.
    She prayed out of greed, but she still offered.
    Unlike the former beings using rebirth and resin (gross), I do not have to ask permission.
    I still waited for the woman to cry out for a child. 
    (No. I did not use her eggs. I just needed a body strong enough to house me. I am also a whole being and needed a whole aura. That involves even touching on the piece of myself that had tried to defeat me. My devil. I went to before the fall to get what I needed.)

    As the birthing process started, the woman's father dug into the snow outside her home's door to take her to the hospital. 

    My first day began on December 21st, 1983 at Memorial hospital in Owosso, Michigan.
    On the darkest day, it was foretold the brightest light would be born. 

    In the heart of the land left after my hand planted, I was conceived to regular human beings.
    One had endured the judgement of Christian and was cleaned of her sins before she wed. The other of a line connected to the beginning of the garden, that avoided religion. 

    Together, in a night of admiration for natural beauty, Arthur and Kay mated after vowing to be together before their gods.

   They married over beauty and money, but there was enough honest love for one night that the energy worked.
   
    After that day the woman was informed, she would conceive a great child, but she would die before birthing. The child already had a mother, and she was to be a mere vessel for the child to be born here.
    A being of light appeared to her and gave the message and in his glory she stood stunned. 

    She agreed but later decided to convince herself that what she saw was mere insanity, at which point she sought ways to terminate the birth naturally and became a heretic. 

    The woman only picked the letter K for a name for me. 

    There was a dark soldier in WWII that made the captain of her father fear him. She coveted the stories of Stephen K. The reason she was named "Stephanie". 
    Happening across an ad in the local paper for selling dogs, she saw the name: Amanda. 

    That combination of fear and servitude inspired her.

    As dark as the act seems of trying to reduce her weight in order to miscarry, it is a pattern for Stephanie K's genetics to kill the young. 

    I was born of a family with a stain from the 1500's where they had killed a young girl named Amanda for her spiritual wealth.
    My name being Amanda is either coincidence, or a devilish plan, but not both. 
    Being satanists of the old, the ancestry had tortured and carved the girl beyond recognition and then paraded through the streets naked, wearing parts of her, claiming they were glowing. 
    The incestuous pair at the head of the crimes, were a brother and sister, both of a line from Persephone herself.
    Persephone was a being that was spiritually torn into being a phone for the underworld. 
    She despised humans that were not of her line, for they had led to helping Hades and olympians conquer her freedom. 
    Being connected to the top of the underworld, the people were prideful. As the olympians were.
    Killing children was common for them.

    A fact about them. 

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        When the woman who was to conceive me failed to die at the time written in the book of the dead, other spirits started trying to walk through her extended body. 

    One of which being Venus. 
    She was torturous beyond measure, even withholding food from me to buy the things she liked for the week.
    Nothing suitable for a baby or infant was in her shopping cart throughout the course of my childhood.

    There was little understanding for me being a little being. 

    My body nearly froze one night when her and Arthur had agreed they needed a night alone and I refused to stop going to their bedroom door. 
    That night was cold, and I shivered in the drafty back room with my little blanket at only three years old. My large head too warm and my feet freezing. 
    Going to their door only meant being put back to bed the first two times. Shivering I went back for a third only to be angrily thrust outside. 

    When I walked my small self-down the porch steps, I saw the field and the woods beyond it. 
    There was a pull to go that way instead of back to the house.
    A force urging me closer to the wood, almost saying, "Just a bit further little one, and I will grab you." Be it friend or foe, there felt of something safer than the parental units that screamed at me upon my expulsion. 

    There was a sharp light in the sky and suddenly a flash of a woman was before me in the yard. 
    Her red eyes glowing, hair short with white glistening snow-like substance shining off her. 
    "Back little one." She breathed out. 
    I ran at her. 
    The faces I was used to talking to me did so in such a harsh manner that the contrast of her kind sound stung me like a magnetic bee.
    The ancient sound more familiar than what should be familiar, I hurried at Gozer. 
    

    Upon touching Gozer's skin I blew up like a white macy's day float. Her cold-fusion power stunning and shivering ever part of my flesh nearly instantly. 
    A white light shone in the distance and flashed my way, flying above my head then into me. 
    I shrank down to my normal size.
    I reassumed my normal color and feeling.
    I smiled.
    A bit of amnesia after the pain got me feeling that there was hope still and I slowly walked back to the house, forgetting what had happened. 

    Gozer smiled at me and my innocence.
    After that she took an occasional watch over the life and home on west dewey road.

    She watched as I grew in size and love for the marsh behind my home.
    "Out of all the birds that I love, she reminds me of the mallow." She said after that day, "I will call her Marshmallow."

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    Lucifer decided to encourage religions and the greedy to dive into my sleeping head again, and they started looking for a window to the future for whatever reason. 
    In that window they saw me. 
    
    Organizing dreams is why those idiots were the Hell they were. 
    Only eternal time beings are meant to organize the wonder and splendor of their personal dream world. 
    Others refuse to let a flow of knowledge happen naturally and invade the dreams and lives of others.
    They invaded mine.
    Still try occasionally. 

    Lucifer will ionize a sleeping head to get an image like an x-ray by killing cells that register a picture-like image. After enough times he starts to form a story. 
    Then he steals it and makes a movie. 

    I am far from the only victim of stolen dreams, but Hollywood has been funding itself off pains I helped with. 
    She's bored and cannot read (not to judge on the later).  Images are how she tells her story. 
    She knows better than to side with Lucifer's evil. 

    There are no new movies without life living as it naturally should. 
    Without new stories she will quit. 

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    The dead are not evil; they do not know why they still exist. 
    When they see a life source like mine it is like moths to a flame, or one of those constantly humming blue glowing lamps that nearly every pole barn has. 

    There are gardens, waits, temples, ruins, eg., all kinds of places for souls to reside after death. When a soul is unsure of where to go, or is banished from graves and the ground, they are forced underground or into the sky. Many of which are known as demons or the evil dead. 

    My family's kingdom is vast, but unlike many of the others, it is of the living kingdom. 
    The dead have tried to invade for much of my existence, and long before. 
 
                                                                        ***
    The unholy trinity has a demon named after it. Her name is, "Trinty" and she resides in the matrix.    
    Matrix and Patrix are in the underground. Patrix is another name for Hades. One is underground, one is in a digital landscape. 
    Now that you know Neo was set up, realize he was a one of Constantine. 
    When trying to unite the religions, Trinty came after Constantine. Trying to provoke him to save the world, she lured him to fallen learning and fallen ways to learn. 
    The unholy trinity is a evil essence of the dark tree that Hades put into a doll. After raping an innocent, he stole parts of the body and tried to reanimate the dead flesh. He then tried to get that flesh blessed in order for it to look alive. 
    The monster called it his "person phone". 
                                                                          

    I remember the moment I found out. 

    I nearly exploded and ran to my father. 
   "We must destroy this problem." 
    He looked at my eagerness with a stone expression, "It's Nora." 
    "What?" My heart fell into my chest, and I saw the image of my old friend in my mind. "How is that, Nora?"
    "A fallen Micheal went into her dreams and lured her. She witnessed her star and burned herself to nothing." 
    "Forgive me, father, but you mean 'near' nothing."
    "You will understand, my child."
    His demeanor broke me more. The stronger he stood, the more he thought he had to. 

    The events struck me so hard that the moment's memory had a new fabric. I analyzed it immediately.
     Again, his stoic demeanor was in my way. 
    "Still free of obsession, father, I just have an idea." I showed him the moment where he had told me, but his eyes refused to follow my way.
    "That's fabric made out of pain."
    "True, but there is much care and even the possibility of love there. You have told me, heavy costs happen. This chance might be one of them. I am convinced she and I would be great friends."
    The knowing in his eyes spoke of the future. 
    My hope was still in my chest, pushing it up further I managed another inquiry, "Do you forgive my curiosity?"
    "Having an idea means checking an answer to see if it passes or fails. You are residing on a moment the moment after it happens. You are trying to keep something alive. When that happens you should tell me what it is." 
    My confusion faded and I stood still. 
    "Understood." 

    If I had proceeded that moment would have strengthened with the pain, eventually pulling me downward into a spiral of its existence. 
    That was not what I wanted to live. 
    
    I would need to make a Ka to try to save her and change that dark fate to a dream. 
    My anhk hung in its place. 
    "Becareful you do not follow her, when there."
    "No risk of it. I'm going to make a male Ka, and a female natural main. Nora is never into women. Plus, I'll take my baby."
    "You risk so much." 
    "There is great reward watching my baby grow and rescuing my possible friend. She 'loves' the garden."
    "She hates the caretakers."
    "She was irritated with their curiosity and selfishness. As am I sometimes, which you know."
    "You even see their seeking saviors as children, which I will not do."
    "That is because they hurt me."
    He went to the door, his hand anchoring him a moment longer. "I must leave before I understand your irritation."
    "Understood. You will see me before I set up my conception? I understand not wanting to watch the birth with the woman dying."
    "Last time I looked in on you, Mars decided to pretend to be a kid and compete with you." He shook his head, "Never, again will I watch that pain. As I will never watch your pain on Pluto, again." 
    "I do appreciate your caring enough to check when you do and understand me being alone at times."
    "Last time you were alone the stars went to war, and they tried to O your day to marry you against your will." 
    "Like I said, I understand Nora's irritation."
    "You must understand you more than she or risk the same fate."
    He smiled at my fear. 
    "Me?"
    "You." He walked back in and took me by the shoulders, "You. My child. My only child, Earth."
     He gazed at my back suit of armor in its case. 
    "You started a girl, fought like boy, ran like a wild woman, and died like a man." He touched his face to still his emotion and calmed to look me in the eye. "I am lucky." 
    "Mother said that about you long ago. I mean she still-"
    He erupted with laughter.
    "Left, right, right left, who is angry, what do I do? You may be like me, but my lady shines through." He danced at me. 
    "Before we dance, you should know the cleaned Sam I am using is of the Weir line." 
    He stopped. 
    "He will still be stuck in dream, father."
    "You will never understand that evil. If it erupts, wake yourself."
    "A clash like that would destroy my work. It would rift that world and force it to spin."

    In a split second I decided to make a male body for myself and find Gozer in the sands of time. 
    She would be there in her home land, before her pain of zionizing. 
    "I have a plan, father." 
    "You must make something that stays if you are to do what you are thinking."
    "He will wait for when I live my whole first life there, then he will be with me."
    I could feel I had confused him.
    "I will save her from the pain of the devil that made her zer, which is more pain than an el, more than a ker. I will be the child that come back and appears male through time to save her. I will be a hero. Then I will have me wait for me."
    The feeling of worry surrounded me. 
    "What is it father?"
    "They will all be jealous of how you love you. They will risk a dark fate being born of the dark tree to wedge inbetween that love. If you lose this one, you might lose a piece of you." 
    "Above all, I am loyal to me."    
    "You are loyal."        
    Sadness filled the room.
    "Do you not trust me, father?"
    "I trust you. Please. Do not make me hate man."
    I smiled as bright as the happiest day, "I will be a good man when I am a man, and good woman when I am a woman. I will be for myself and not beholding to another in anyway." 
    "They will tempt you to stay with them, to lose yourself. They will try to rob you of you with lies about what you are, what you like, what you need. Envy knows no bounds."
    "You are sure there will be this group?"
    "The emptiness of the hollow man will try to fill himself with you, beware his lies. Beware his fellow men, they lie for him. They will lie about you for him to others. The lies will flow like a river."
    "I am convinced that if I managed to save this woman, she will be able to fight."
    "Also beware the loyalty that happens when that envy pretends to be friend. It will rob you of real friends to fake being one."

    I prepared my mechanism. Each Ka was made by me using my reasoning (head) and attaching it to the base of my ship. There I would make the ship dream and form a portal. 
    "She can defeat Trinity."
    "They will lure her, then. That is what those unholy three ions do when they cannot rule something."
    "They cannot lure me."



                        They did not lure me. They lured her, about being with me. 
                                                        It got complicated.