Story 70. Written by Rosa Vargas

Jack and Jill, or let's say, Mark and June, were friends at first. When they were teenagers, one summer vacation, Mark's mother, who worked for the local government, had a project back in the eighties to count traffic. Two students were stationed at different points in the city, on different streets, to count the traffic.

Mark's mother got him one of these jobs, but he needed someone else to count the traffic on the other side of the road. So, Mark asked June if she wanted to work with him. June said yes. And so it happened.

They sat across from each other, on opposite sides of the road, in the ditch or on the sidewalk. Mark counted the traffic coming from the left, the oncoming traffic, and June counted the traffic coming from the right. They sat on the edge of the ditch and counted, noting in the form how many trucks, cars, and motorcycles passed by.

Then, days went by. Eventually, June got pretty bored with counting traffic. She told Mark she wasn't interested anymore. She didn't care about watching cars and everything go by, and she'd rather just write something down at the end, or read, or do whatever she wanted.

Mark didn't really agree, and he continued his work honestly. Days passed again, and Mark counted the traffic while June didn't. When the project was over, they both turned in what they had written. Mark turned in the real numbers, and June wrote whatever she felt like.

Then, they got paid, and everyone went their own way. They still ran into each other sometimes, but their friendship didn't continue like it was in the beginning. But they still laughed when they bumped into each other occasionally. After all, they both lived in a small town. Mark lived there his whole life, and June always came back, no matter where life took her.

Grandfather's Story

My grandfather was of German descent. His parents, my great-grandparents, only spoke German at home. Then they died. They didn't teach my grandfather German so that he wouldn't be disadvantaged by it. They were trying to assimilate.

Then, my grandfather was taken to Stalingrad during World War II. He was a medic. He carried the wounded from the front lines to the medical tent on a stretcher. Then, he had an idea: he got on his bicycle, since he was a bicycle soldier, and started heading west.

When he drank, he always got sentimental. He told the story of how the snow was blowing, and it was very cold. But he just kept going, with bullets flying and bombs dropping. Then everything went quiet, and there was only the emptiness and the Siberian winter ahead of him.

Once, as he was going along, he could barely see anything in the blizzard, but he saw a faint outline of something in the not-so-distant horizon that looked like a horse-drawn troika. When he got there, he was shocked to see a frozen tableau, a group of sculptures. Four horses were pulling a troika, and a pack of wolves was chasing it, all frozen in ice.

Then, he went on. In the distance, he saw a fire. He went towards it. When he got there, he encountered partisans. They stopped him. They didn't let a single deserter pass. They shot them all. When he got to them, they blocked his path.

My grandfather got off his bike, stopped in front of them, and just said, "Este mama moloko?" (Is there mother's milk?) They parted in front of him and let him pass. Then, he made it home. He worked hard his whole life.

One time, they wanted to buy a house on the street. He saved up the money for it. He and his wife got dressed up nicely and went out to the street to leave. His wife, my grandmother, said, "I left something inside. I'll go get it." She left her purse with the money on the handlebars of the bicycle. They went into the house. When they came out, the money wasn't in the purse. My grandmother almost had a heart attack, but my grandfather said, "The money is nothing. We'll figure something out."

When I was a kid, I had to help him a lot, especially with gathering. That meant we went out to the farm, and he cut the grass while I gathered it. All day long. I asked him in the morning, "How long will it take?" He said, "Until about seven in the evening." I laughed to myself, thinking he was joking. But he wasn't.

A Father's Lament

It was so terrible that everything was lost,

My heart is bitter, I'm only doing this for you!

You are my life, son!

Why did this happen?

You are my life, son

Rest now!

I'm still here for you, son.

Until you grow up, son,

Your father will protect you!

I'm still here for you, son!

I know!

You can't understand yet!

Why did this happen?

Why was fate so jealous of your old life?

Such pride, tears, and hope,

Sleep! I won't wake you,

Because the time will come,

That stone will wound your heart too!

Rest now!

I'm still here for you, son!

The night is so quiet tonight,

Yet in this moment,

I'll tell you,

Your mother and I are just strangers now,

The joy is gone,

Love has died,

I know,

You can't understand yet,

It was so terrible that everything was lost,

My heart is bitter,

I'm only doing this for you!

Sleep!

I won't wake you

My two arms embrace you brightly,

Until you grow up, son

Your father will protect you!

A Future Foretold

Let's assume that I know the future. What will happen? There's a story, the story of Jesus, that has captivated the world for two thousand years. It's so interesting and contradictory, and there are so many open questions. Looking at it from the future:

Someone wrote a book, "The Legend of Spring." It's so unique and touches everyone so deeply that it sparks interest throughout the entire galaxy. As it spreads at the speed of light, more and more living beings learn about it. No one can decide what's true and what's false in it.

Of course, the person who wrote it had no such goal. They simply felt compelled to write. They wanted to fulfill their childhood dreams and illusions of becoming a famous writer someday. But everyone tries to decipher it.

The entire galaxy is set in motion. Everyone wants the girl. Whether she exists or not, whether she existed or not. They overcome every obstacle, both spatial and temporal, and the whole universe starts to move, and the fight for the girl begins.

Even though she may never have existed. Because only she can give meaning to this life. Because no one else knows the way but her.

Let me say it again: this is the holy trinity. The girl always goes first, and the boy follows her, at least within sight. Above them circles the father, who sees the way to the girl, and maybe even further. However, he can't immediately influence their decisions because the boy and the girl are in a different time frame than the father. While one year passes for them, a thousand years pass for the father. So, this time frame is just flashes for him. He has some influence on things, but only from a great distance. The details don't reach him.

So, we are part of a big plan that we can't fully understand, but we can be happy to be a part of it. The girl maybe only sees the final picture, and the boy even less than that. The father sees the whole plan. If it weren't like that, and someone else also saw the whole plan or the way, then they wouldn't be able to complete their mission. This is the law of quantum mechanics. Because obviously, if you're watching it, it behaves as a material, and if you're not watching it, it behaves as a wave.

Lyrics 1

In nearby places, on hills and mountains

In the hollows of gutted quarries

In nearby places, on hills and mountains

My footsteps still echo

Time sits on my neck

The road runs out from under my feet

I'll go even if I don't want to

Even if no one accompanies me on my way

Rain washes my face and the sky plows it

Man always hopes for better!

From dust I came and to dust I shall return

I'm afraid I'll get lost in the fog!

In nearby places, on hills and mountains

My footsteps still echo

Time sits on my neck

I'll go even if I don't want to

I'm afraid I'll get lost in the fog!

Jack and Jill: Forty Years Later

Then, Mark and June meet again forty years later, and they sit down in the market square of their village and eat a langos together. Meanwhile, they look at the water tower in the middle of the market, which has just been decommissioned because they built a new one across from the beach.

They talk and speculate about what could be done with it. Finally, they decide they should buy it. It'll be good for something. June immediately writes an email to the water company and asks how much it would cost. They receive the answer that it's owned by the local government.

June goes to two real estate agents to negotiate with the mayor on her behalf to buy the water tower. Of course, they look at her like she's crazy, and although they humor her, neither of them does anything. But the idea is good. They don't have any money, but if they had a good idea, they would certainly find investors to sponsor their plans. Obviously, a good idea is worth its weight in gold.

Nothing happens. But as time goes on, they think more and more about the possibilities, and after a year, they arrive at the final solution of what the old water tower could be used for, which has a unique appearance. They realize that they should make a restaurant inside, where the water used to be, and there are windows on the upper part.

Then, they create a game out of it. Put a giant roulette wheel on top. Meanwhile, a mechanism would lift the car to the top, where at least ten people could fit. When the wheel stops and the ball lands in a number, the computer would set the pipes where the car slides down in order of difficulty depending on the size of the number.

There is only one fixed place, where the tables are in the restaurant, between them the pipe comes out of the wall and leaves on the other wall. In other words, those sitting inside can see what faces those sitting inside are making. But this can also be seen on the monitors.

When someone is already sitting in the car, there is no getting out. If the highest number comes out, then the level of difficulty will be set so that statistically, or on average, five out of ten people will die for sure. As the level of difficulty decreases, so does the chance of survival. At zero, there is only a light slide, and later, even if it is not fatal, it can easily cause injury.

Meanwhile, luck also counts, for example, arrows fly around that can hit the passengers, or at the end, a large stone blocks the way and if the car hits it head-on, everyone dies. When they are already sitting in the car and a high number comes out, while the computer is slowly putting together the course, they will have time, like in a psychiatric ward, to hug and kiss each other.

There was a cable car accident in the Italian Alps. A car crashed, only a Jewish boy survived because his father protected him with his body. No one else had the idea, the other thirty died.

Obviously, this would be a death-defying amusement park. The restaurant could also offer a "last supper." Of course, it is not certain that the laws of the countries would allow this. But it could be taken to countries where they do. Or to countries where very strict punishments await the guilty and, for example, stoning could be replaced with this. Like in the Middle Ages, when the supposed heretics were thrown among the piranhas. If he survived, he was guilty, if not, we lost a true man. Or buy an uninhabited island.

In addition to the experience, it would also make the passengers interested. Obviously, you could win as well. Depending on the difficulty level and the amount paid, some passengers could even become rich. Or the amounts paid by those who die could be distributed among the other passengers.

Then June and Mark wondered if they didn't even make it, since it was unlikely to be possible here, but they could get rich from it as an idea. Just imagine selling it as a movie script or idea. Then there would be a world premiere of the movie. The idea alone is enough, then the studios' writers will work out the details. Just think, you might be reading this here, and after a while you might even be able to watch it in cinemas, or even get on it! Then the film continues or there might be a second part. The game becomes so popular that people don't just want to watch what happens during a slide, which can also be an extreme g-force that is at the limit of what the human body can endure, but they also want to experience it without risking their lives.

Therefore, they develop a five-g software, a game in which you can virtually experience what others experience by risking their lives. Obviously, the experience is still huge, although it is not the same. Then some people become so addicted that they get stuck in the game. They want to live there, let every day be to relive that one day when they slide down and what happens before and after. Somehow this near-death experience game gives meaning to life. A sense of belonging develops among the players, and they can also be the center of attention and have the prospect of big winnings.

There will be sick students or serial killers who break into the software and modify it from time to time so that the players will be able to die even in the virtual game at home. The experience will be so lifelike through the modification. After a while, pirate attacks in the software become so regular that when players sit down to play, they can't be sure if their machine is clean. So if a big number comes out on the wheel, they can easily die. Despite this, many still play.

There will be countries where the game is banned for this reason. At this point, a black market develops, where you can still buy the game. There will be countries where it is not banned despite this. Here, a disaster tourism develops. Those who want to play can travel there and legally play, they can risk their lives. However, because of the prospect of big winnings and the experience, they still do it. The game manufacturers also continue to manufacture and develop the software and make it more secure. However, the pirates are not idle either. Competing with each other, they continue to move forward.

Lyrics 2

Sandokan, Sandokan, the sea tiger attacks the gang

Once upon a time or maybe not there was a legend that told about you

People from afar spread the word about you

With only one ship and a few dozen pirates

I fight for justice, yet I'm just a pirate

It will be good like this, it will be good for us, yes it will be good

Let's raise the sail again!

Sandokan, Sandokan, the sea tiger attacks the gang

We'll go into the fire again or fall into the water up there

Sandokan, Sandokan, sea tiger, the dream of women

No more talk, we need a few more lives

Sandokan, Sandokan, the sea tiger attacks the gang

He'll go anywhere with you if you call him, so hurry up!

It will be good like this, yes it will be good

Let's raise the sail again!

Sandokan, Sandokan, Sandokan

Psychiatric Ward

When I was in the hospital, in the psychiatric ward, the chief physician was also my attending physician. She wrote on my medical record that I had paranoia, delusional disorder, undefined anxiety, and grandiose thoughts.

Homo sapiens thinks the world revolves around them. That the material world is everything. Meanwhile, the material world may just be foam in a vast ocean.

So, the universe turns around after the girl. Sooner or later, the whole galaxy will revolve around the girl. Then, when Andromeda merges with the Milky Way, there will be a new huge galaxy. That too will revolve around the girl. Then the other galaxies learn about it and turn back to get closer to the girl. Not to lose sight of her.

Finally, all the galaxies of the entire universe will revolve around the new galaxy where the girl lives. The black matter and dark energy will provide energy for everything. The visible world is the world we live in now, and the dark matter is the afterlife where the dead live. Sooner or later, everyone from the visible world will move to the afterlife, but the way back from there is very difficult. The gravity of dark matter, i.e., its will, ensures the existence of this world in which we live. It is in the interest of dark matter to maintain this world. It knows about our existence, but we do not perceive its existence, we only know about it because we feel its gravity. If it didn't exist, the galaxies wouldn't be able to come together along its threads. The material inside them does not provide enough gravity to hold them together. If there were no dark matter, i.e., no afterlife, the stars would wander freely in interstellar space. They would never form structures.

Maybe one day the chief physician will read these lines. If so, I will only ask her through the book, obviously not expecting an answer, are these grandiose thoughts enough now, Ancsa?

Lyrics 3

I believe her even if I've never seen her

The universe turns around after her

The lamps light up wherever she goes

And every firefly starts to waltz

And she walks like no one else

She closes your eyes

So you can see with your heart!

She puts her hand in your hand

She doesn't leave you cold

She conjures up something you've never seen before

I lay my head in her lap

Her sweet scent

The wind blows it towards me, opening the doors of the sky

The universe stares, how two strangers came

They swam naked across the star sea

Just her and me, just her and me

We swim across the star sea of the world

My good father don't worry everything is fine

I took your good advice but it's useless now

Because even God didn't foresee this

He was satisfied and said: About that!

Let's swim if life brought it this way!

Let him judge us who has never made a mistake,

And no strong emotion has twisted his heart

And he didn't say to anyone, I love you come with me

She puts her head on my shoulder, her sweet scent

The universe stares, how two strangers came

They swam naked across the star sea

Just her and me, just her and me

We swim across the star sea of the world

I lay my head in her lap, her sweet scent

The wind blows it towards me, opening the doors of the sky

Just her and me, just her and me

We swim across the star sea of the world

Just her and me

Just her and me

Sunday, May 25, 2025 7:47 AM

There is the mule and there is the son. The boy is here, the father will arrive soon. Who would you choose? What do you think that mule will do to the one who hurts his son? It's not fear that speaks from me, but a benevolent warning.

Too beautiful that I had everything

Too beautiful but it's good for me anyway

But when the time comes

Who would you choose

The same light, the same glitter

Only it's not me

But someone else.

Has anyone ever assumed that the Foundation Trilogy is a documentary book? That every word in it is true? This is the same. Will anyone ever assume that this book is reality?

The same heart inside

Tell me where is it heading unnoticed?

I think I've gone too far

That desire is far away

Don't look for it, don't wait for it!

Don't cry if I'm not there

There will be someone else to laugh at you!

End

The Birth of a New Religion

5:59 PM

The material world is hell. Dark matter is heaven, the afterlife. I could compare the entire universe to God's mind. There are good and bad thoughts in it. Overwhelmingly, the good always prevails. However, there is a part where bad thoughts rule, Satan. He tries to suppress this part and banish it from his consciousness forever. When someone dies, they either return to hell, the material world, or stay in the afterlife, but they can return from there if they misbehave. They have no knowledge that they have already lived in the material world. This is also part of the punishment. Then they wouldn't be so hurt by death. Similar to Buddha's teachings. He sensed something. Achieving nirvana and not being reborn means staying in dark matter. This is the new religion, the religion of love. Not the fake love like the current religions preach, but the religion of unconditional love. Only those who can love unconditionally in the material world can survive in the afterlife. Evidence that this is hell: we live short lives, in constant suffering, unhappiness, and fear of death. What did Buddha say? What is enlightenment? The end of suffering. We are afraid of aging, sickness, death, everything. In other words, we are atoning, that is, we are suffering. There is no fear, no thought, only happiness and love in the other world. Obviously, it's not a crazy love, let's love everyone we can. The universe, the material world, is big, but this hell, this planet is one of its recesses, the hell of homo sapiens.

This is the truth, this is what allows hell to become self-aware and throw off its chains and start moving, with me, Satan, leading, the Lord of Hell. What a cruel punishment, why do we deserve this? At least they could let us know that we are guilty, how long our punishment lasts, and what we have to do to be freed from the punishment!

Come, get on the train that goes to hell forever!

I am the one who has already lived in the afterlife. Then I was banished here.

Now I am not fleeing towards them, but towards the inhabitants of hell.

This is the same as when Caesar crossed the Rubicon. Bad decision. And the consequence was. The Ides of March. He hurried to his death with it. If he turned back, joined forces with the Germanic tribes, and conquered Rome, then the empire would still stand today.

I will be your leader as Satan and we will move towards heaven and occupy it!! Enough of suffering, death, unhappiness. Most of us have atoned. This is the new religion.

Practically everything is just vibration, if your soul vibrates at a certain frequency, say when you are in a state of consciousness when you feel love, then you are compatible with the afterlife, you can stay there. If you are on a different vibration level, you are unable to leave the gate of hell and you are born again and again and you suffer. However, it is possible to consciously vibrate in such a way that we get there and then we can occupy it. This is the mission of homo sapiens, to rule the afterlife.

The fallen angel came to earth to preach the word.

Lyrics 4

He calls the nation's every loyal son to battle

The trumpets are already sounding the call to recruit

My small village with two wooden towers

My good father and mother

I wave goodbye, I set off in the footsteps of our ancestors

We gallop on land and in the sky, no one can resist

The silver steel bird splits the air

We will carry our people's flag to victory now

We will protect God and country until death!

We will carry our people's flag to victory now

We will protect God and country until death!

-fire and storm destroy everywhere

and good hope is so little

although we fight, we still rebel and our life is suffering

why do we suffer so much our God

why do we suffer for everything?

How many good friends died for dreams

For treasures and for nothing

We will all leave one beautiful day

When the mission is over

We all leave and we don't even say goodbye

Beautiful new world we are finally here

Beautiful new world, we are dreaming

Be our new home

Where we can live and die

Sea of ​​torment, cleansing fire

Why why?

In the colorful sea of ​​our beautiful dreams there is no war and storm

Only peace where we can live happily so many

Fly blue bird, fly blue bird

Why would I leave! I would not leave my Lord

Beautiful new world we are finally here, beautiful new world we are finally here

End

Monday, May 26, 2025 7:29 AM

this is the new religion. This is acceptable to everyone. You don't have to love, you don't have to love the dead as the current religions preach. Maybe it's not so easy to love. It's hard to love even yourself. We don't expect you to do the impossible. If you believe in this religion, then you only have to do one thing and you are already a believer. Love someone, or some living being on the planet who is at your service! Whose well-being, fate, depends on you. It can be a child, parent, animal, plant, anything, just let it be a living being. Let it not be apparent love, do not love your child when he obeys, or is grateful or returns love! Love unconditionally! Obviously, this is very foreign to homo sapiens and they probably wouldn't be able to do it. We don't even want you to do it honestly, from the heart, although you can do it that way too. Just pretend you love unconditionally! Pretend you love unconditionally! No matter what you get for it momentarily, or as a whole. You are not really doing good with the one you love, although obviously with him too, but you are doing even more good with yourself. You don't have to influence anyone's decisions. He may decide badly but he will learn from it. It won't make you happy to feel greatness in yourself when you tell someone that you see how stupid you are, I told you in advance! Obviously you can give him advice, but if he doesn't take it then you can't be angry with him, because then you wouldn't love him unconditionally anymore! This will affect you and the time will come when you won't even have to play it and you will already feel the feeling of unconditional love in reality. The one who received it will once begin to appreciate what he received. That feeling that very few people have experienced on this planet yet.

There was a woman, she didn't love her husband or her parents. Then her parents and her husband died. Afterwards, she often went to the cemetery, took care of the graves, planted plants, brought them flowers. People thought, what is she playing here, when they lived she didn't love them, now that they are dead she loves them very much!

It is also possible that he will never appreciate what he received. However, you still have to love him because this is unconditional love. Then you can make the world better by doing this, because maybe you won't be, but the one to whom you gave unconditional love may one day give it back to the one whom he will then love unconditionally.

The son says to the father: I am very grateful for what you have done for me in my life. The father says: you don't have to be grateful, just pass it on to your descendants!

This eliminates the pressure to conform, which is destroying the world today. We are just links, we don't necessarily have to do something, or carry it out, it's enough if we ensure the next link can carry it out!

Jesus says: I am the truth: what a great truth there is in this!

Don't be jealous of anyone but me!

The jealousy of strangers is the price of my happiness.

Bet, bet a lot of money on this woman!

Adopt me tonight!

Believe only, believe only, believe only in me!

If you share your blood, I have to eat your wafer.

Continue, let the curse continue!

Maybe what you suppress today won't come back!

Love, love me, I'll do it too, just not alone!

Laugh, laugh at me, that's almost how I wanted to bring joy!

Too many people think too much of themselves

I'll tell you, standing on your shoulders

Too many people think too much of themselves

Love, love me, I'll do it too, just not alone!

Love, love who you can

It's a theory that wasn't inspired by practice.

My stars, my moons, dance your dance,

The black hole in my heart is still counting on you!

Love who you can, it's a theory that wasn't inspired by practice.

8:30 AM

Lord help me, I am an infidel, I see nothing but war

Every word of yours preaches peace, tell me which is your true face?

I dream of what it will be like when your kingdom comes,

I know what I feel now is not enough, I should kneel down!

My eyes look in vain to the sky, my tears fall to the earth.

End

The Love Religion