A long way from home yet never far away

I’ve been feeling a little bit guilty about not interacting more on this here blogging thing. I’m getting questions and reminders and I’m thinking, OK, time to share a few thoughts and close that up with a story that, to me at least, sums up my thoughts on the whole thing rather neatly. I won’t tell whether I believe the story and I know I’ve posted it before but for those who care, yes there are a few changes-the beauty of owning your own piece of writing. Doesn’t say what you want it to say? Fine, just delete something, write something else into it.

Why haven’t I been writing? Two simple reasons: one, the US presidential election; two, the scamdemic, both of which are exercises in stupidity, ignorance and of course, self-aggrandizement. Apart from the truism, ‘if you would know the truth, follow the money’ there’s the one for the common peon: ‘we’re right and because we’re right, they are wrong’.  Another way of putting it is ‘scientism.’

What intelligence wants to argue with, let alone against that?

Now the story.


It was a hot and dry day up near the end of the canyon when my old half-ton blew its rear driver side tire.  Fortunately I was easing the thing as the going had been mostly uphill, something the old crankcase didn’t like much, so after a bit of swerving to gain control, I was able to pull up beside the road, on a dry patch of gravel. 

I got out to assess my situation.  I had no food and no drinking water – hadn’t thought of that since I was only going a couple of hundred miles.  An inaccessible half mile below me the river glistened mockingly in the noon day sun.  All around was dead silence except for a few crickets and heat waves made everything shimmer.  The scent of scrub pine and sage brush filled the air and under almost any other condition that would have been enough to give me complete pleasure.   At that moment I failed to appreciate the offering.

There wasn’t much traffic in those days, as the conditions of the highway were still quite primitive so I wasn’t expecting help anytime soon.  I went to the back and looked with some apprehension at the dried cake of mud that hid the spare hanging under the box.  I found a rusty tire iron behind the torn seat, some cracked gloves and a short carpenter’s pry bar and went to work loosening and dropping the spare.

After some time it came loose and I was able to slide the lifter chain off and drag the spare out.  Sure enough, it was as flat as flat can be.  Who thinks of making sure spares are kept up?  Wouldn’t have mattered anyway, I couldn’t find any sort of jack and looking up or down the surrounding countryside quickly told me that I wouldn’t find anything resembling a suitable lever to lift the truck: plenty of large rocks to use as fulcrums and supports but no pole.

Well, what to do?  I scanned both sides of the road for any sort of habitation and didn’t see anything.  Only one thing left to do: start walking.  I knew there was nothing behind me, so I decided it was best to head north, into the unknown.  At least this way there would exist the possibility of some sort of home or homestead or a road upkeep yard showing up.  Being eighteen and having been raised on a northern homestead, I already had the survivor mentality and a bit of philosophy to match.  The one thing I was sure of, I would never give in to the problem.  I ‘knew’ by reasoning based on certain experiences that life entails problems, that problems require solutions and that these solutions are always available, one way or the other, though none of that alters reality. 

As I trudged along I became very thirsty.  The river surface down below continued to mock me, so I looked for berries but the only thing resembling berries were bunches of dangling blue elderberries.  Bird feed at best and not ripe in any case; too early in the season for anything else.  As I walked on uphill, each curve showing more endless climb, my feet began to throb in the heavy work boots so I stopped by a rounded rock to sit and loosen the laces.  A dull throbbing in my head made me want to stretch out by the side of the road and sleep – which is exactly what I did.  I didn’t feel like walking any longer. 

That I lay in dusty sand would not matter much to my dirty white tee shirt, my tattered greasy blue jeans nor to my over-length hair which was several days in need of a serious wash and many weeks in need of cutting.  At least there were no flies and sleep came easy despite the choking heat. 

That’s when I had the dream that would puzzle, haunt, thrill and bother me for the rest of my life.  How could a dream manifest in reality?  How could events in a dream become events in “real life” which changed not only my mind, but my physical reality as well?  These were, and remain, unanswerable questions.   So let me recap the events instead of getting into the mind-twisting impossibilities remembering always brings up.

I had just fallen asleep (at least it seemed so) when someone called my name and said, “Hey Levi, get up.  It’s time to go.”  The name Levi was given to me as a joke after I was stupid enough the mention that I’d wanted to be a priest, and there happened to be a defrocked Bible thumper in our logging crew who yelled, “Levi!”  My real name is Logan Learned – which was also quite entertaining in my school years: “Hey, what have you Learned today?”  Laughter.  But now, Levi?  I had to ask why.  Matt, the ex-Bible guy said, “Don’t you know about Levi in the Old testament?  The priesthood of the Levites? 

“ ‘Fraid not, never read the Old Testament.  Only know the Catholic catechism and some bits and pieces of the gospels.”

Instead of commenting further, he just laughed and the rest joined in, including me.  Nothing wrong with Levi, so I became Levi the Levite.  So now I was, in a sense, a priest.  I’m sure my Catholic confessors would not have taken it so lightly, but that didn’t matter to me, I hadn’t been to church in several years and had no intention of ever returning.  Bad memories best left behind, along with my upbringing.  The more baggage you drag along with you, the more your life is stifled and I had too much to live for to let that happen. 

I opened my eyes and I wasn’t dreaming.  An obviously native man was standing over me, offering me his hand.  I took it and he held me firmly as I stood up.  He handed me a bottle of cold water which I gladly took.  Half was gone before I felt sated and thought that maybe that was all the water he had.  He smiled, the skin around his eyes crinkling.

“Lots of water here Levi.  Lots.  Don’t you worry about that.”

“You know my logger’s nickname, how come?”

“It’s the name you go by, isn’t it?”


“Okay then.  Mine is Jack.”

“Okay, fine.  Thanks for the water, I was parched.”

“Yeah, I know.  Maybe we should walk back to your truck now, or do you need some food first?”

Out of a growing sense of curiosity I looked around.  Except for “Jack” nothing had changed.  The sun hadn’t even moved; the heat was just as intense and I saw no food, not did “Jack” carry any kind of pack.  He wasn’t even holding the water bottle anymore.

“I could use some food, Jack, if you have something without meat or fish – I’m vegetarian and I get sick on meat or fish.”

From nowhere he produced a fresh sandwich, loaded with vegetables and cheese.  I took it with thanks and ate it in four bites.  It tasted like more and sure enough, “Jack” produced another one, just as delicious. 

“OK, I’m really curious now Jack.  Where did this food come from?” 

“People always ask these same small questions.  Where do you think it comes from?”

“I have no idea, that’s why I asked.”

“Ever heard of the continuum, Levi?”

“The what?”

“The continuum.  You know, what your religions call infinity?  What some people call heaven?  If you’d read the Bible you would know that the Hebrew God fed them what is called “manna from heaven” while they lived in the desert.  Connect with your nickname and look into your memories, Levi, third son of Jacob, founder of the Levite tribe.  Can you see anything there?”

“I’m afraid I can’t, Jack.  Are you telling me that you pulled that water and food out of nothing, like God dropping food from heaven on the Hebrews?”

“Actually at this point we should refer to them as “Israelites” rather than Hebrews.  But yes, why not?  But not “out of nothing” as you say.  Out of another reality.  We’re always part of the continuum and it’s what feeds the material order.  Without this bleed through of energy, these worlds could not exist.  All it takes is for an intelligent mind to image or invent material/physical reality from an endless supply of free energy we call the continuum.  It’s really very simple if you think about it.”

“Well Jack, I am thinking about it and the more I think about it, the less sense it makes to me.  This is too much like fantasy; science fiction, a fairy tale.  If it was that easy everybody would be doing it; everybody would have her or his way and you know what?  It would spell utter chaos, that’s what.”

“They realized this long ago when intelligent beings discovered the ability of manifestation and problems began immediately.  So “they” – the ones who discovered this ability – decided to put a block on manifestation.  Only one would be allowed to manifest reality, that was their solution.  Basically “they” created the concept of “God” and through the eons the concept remained.  “God” gets to decide what is, what isn’t; when it begins; when it ends and the reasons are also God’s reasons, no one else.  At least that’s the theory.”

“Is God accountable to no one then?”

“Oh yes, God is accountable, but only to his peers; to the “they” who started it all.  And also, God isn’t always the same person on the divine throne.  “They” have periodic elections and take turns running things.  Hence why you discover “bumps” in the process of creation and material expansion or destruction.”

“This is very interesting Jack, but how do you know all of this for a fact?”

“I go by what works, see?  You and I, we’re the same with one specific difference: I’m from the other side of the continuum, you’re on this side.  I was on this side long ago, but I, shall we say, translated to the other side gradually, over many incarnation.  It began with a glimpse of the continuum, what you might call a near death experience.  Only it wasn’t “near” but total.  That was my first awareness of how much freedom there is in living without a body.  After being given a chance to look around, someone simply sent me back.  I had fallen and broken my neck.  They fixed me up, good as new and I was left with a permanent question mark that became a quest.  I would find this place and live there.”

“Then there should be literally billions of people like you out here now!”

“Not really.  You have to understand how the thing works if you want to, say, commute from the outside to the inside – from the wholly non-material to the material.  After my return I began to earnestly study shamanism, witchcraft, the concepts hinted at by every established religion on this world.  I contemplated anything to do with the so-called after-life.  I discovered that only those who were able to pass through with their material bodies were said to be empowered to return and manifest in the physical.  So I cheated: I found the trick that allowed me to slip out of this realm into the other with my material body.  Oh, it was immediately changed, of course, but it wasn’t killed – there’s no termination over there, see?  Once you’re in, you’re in.  Then it’s up to you to make it work.  Luckily for me, bodies don’t need to be fed or even exercised over there.  They are what you make them to be and they remain that way until you change them.  You couldn’t imagine the different “things” I’ve been since I translated.”

“Time out, Jack, hey?  I can’t absorb all this stuff.  Besides, I’m still not convinced you are what you claim to be.  You could be an illusionist; some sort of con artist…”

“Of course, I could be.  I never asked you to trust me, did I?  But think on this, see if it rings a bell or two:  ‘You were thirsty and I gave you water to drink; you were hungry and I fed you.’”

“Oh! …  You don’t look like him.”

“Like who, Levi Logan Learned?”

“You know who I mean… I am really confused now.”

“Good.  It’s good to be confused on materiality – it prevents dogmatism which is astigmatism of the soul – a blurring which prevents clear understanding and appreciation of what is.”

“OK, so there is a God? Or is that only your theory about the “ruler” of materiality? Answer me that!”

“I can’t answer the God question simply because no matter how it is answered it will satisfy no one. Your people are too dogmatic to allow free information to flow through their minds unimpeded by belief systems, you see. Even you, not knowing whether to believe or not to believe; not knowing if you’re an atheist, a theist or anti-theist, won’t let the God question flow unchallenged. For you it’s just too big a question fraught with too much emotion to be allowed its freedom to answer itself.

“Now listen to this. “There is a God” is the truism that proves there is no such a being as God. God, as religion preaches and teaches, is categorically impossible. But according to all I have seen, studied, contemplated and worked with, there is a “ruler” who guides material reality, not always for the best. It’s not God, of course, but it ACTS as if it were, and appears as God to less-understanding entities. It is “all powerful” in that it can prevent almost anyone, certainly anyone without the necessary qualifications, from participating in manifestation. Already explained why that must be.

“Unfortunately, power begets power and as intelligence expanded in the “created” realms, some of these individual intelligences sought power. Since you can only express power by dictating to others, usually of lesser minds, these intelligences became totalitarian in nature and “evil” was born in, and bred from them, oozing right down to your own tin-pot rulers and dictators, right down to your school yard bully; down to your racist, misogynist, bigoted, greedy, planet-eating sociopath corporate manager or banker. As you know money is a major means of gaining power. It allows the few to rip power from the many. In your future, Levi, you will see a relatively few bureaucrats tied in with also relatively few “billiocrats” to change the pattern of money into a single global power. You will in effect see the effort made by these billiocrats to establish their goal of one world economy ruled by one world government, and that won’t be the end of it, but the beginning. Then will come the conquest of space; endless expansion and endless wars to conquer and expand. The nature of greed, friend.

“Do you get the picture, Levi?”

“Huh… yes, I’m sure that I get it – it’s not a subtle point you are making. But now, where does that leave me?”

“Exactly where you are, or as you were if you choose to ignore this unexpected interference in your rather uneventful System-controlled life. But don’t you have a truck to drive up the road another hundred miles or so?”

Out of habit I struck my forehead with my right hand. “Oh yes, the truck. Well, it’s down the road about a half-hour’s walk. Or maybe you can transport us there and fix it for me?”

“Would you like me to do that?”

“Sure, why not?”

And I thought to myself, well, that ought to be a good one. What happens next?

That’s when I woke up. I mean I really woke up. I could feel the heat, the stink of my sweat, feel the swelling of my feet in my boots. Overhead the sun was still blazing at its zenith as if no time had passed. I did notice a couple of things that were different. I wasn’t thirsty nor hungry and I felt, well, completely blissful. And then I noticed that my truck was parked just below me, without a flat, apparently ready to go on. I shook my head and let the dizziness pass before I stood up and took another good look around. No Jack. Just the same empty countryside and the river surface reflecting silver from the bottom of a very deep, dark canyon.

Being “child of the land” as they say, I looked around carefully for tracks in the sandy soil – there were only mine which indicated the point where I sat down, then laid down. Nothing had changed and everything had. And the only witness I had that “Jack” had been there was my old pickup with four healthy tires and except for the cracking of cooling dissimilar metals rubbing angrily against each other under the hood, it wasn’t saying a word. Well, no word except the sounds indicating that, since the engine was still cooling, little or no time had passed since I’d pulled over with a flat tire.

I’ll tell you, from this experience, there are things you can’t look back from, only forward. I made it to Cache Creek, where the main highway splits, the 97 going north to Prince George, and the #1 Trans Canada highway heading east for more than 3000 miles, crossing the expanse of Canada. Symbolically this was also where my life would change direction. I had to make a choice here: continue my logger’s or construction labourer’s vagabond life that was fun but not terribly fulfilling, or get serious about life.

Well, there were the two roads beckoning away from, always away from, and suddenly I felt tired of running away. I booked into a motel for the night, avoiding the bar and a couple of very pretty girls watching me bring my pack in my room and the next morning before the sun rose I was turned around and heading back to the coast, and the university. I felt an insatiable hunger for more knowledge that would not materialize from jumping across the mountains, work camp to work camp until too old to do much more than working security detail on construction yards. My mind had taken control and I realized I didn’t half mind it.

Thanks, Jack.

23 thoughts on “

    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      Yes… the “erection” indeed! All part of the 3-D image of something important happening when it’s nothing but a farce. Keeps the cornholio’s stirring about the nest!

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  1. Hyperion

    Ah, the continuum. It is as you say. Everything we know and yet to know and never will know exists there, not in our narrowly defined scope of acceptance. We, nor any manmade god, determines the continuum’s reality. It doesn’t exist for us, it exists and regulates itself. The most fun entertainment is to listen to all the guru’s who accept none of the truths of the continuum speak eloquently of all the things it does, their knowledge conjured from the depth of fantasy or worse, hysteria. That is what it is to be human. While we debate the third prophecy of Fatima and watch the chastisement continue, the elections and pandemic dry run test and evaluation rampages on and finally make sense. The continuum always has a vote and we ignore it at our own peril.

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    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      Thanks for that comment, Hype. Indeed where we should be focusing is upon the continuum. Anything less should immediately appear as a waste of time! Having said that… hmm… what would focusing on the continuum look like? I’m thinking, like: “No, not that. No, not that either…” It would be an exercise is rejecting all that we feel is us as humans; entering into a permanent non-space!

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      1. Hyperion

        Hmmm, I hadn’t thought of that. I think I will embrace the continuum without malice of forethought and let it describe itself through my greatly surprised senses. Well, if I’m allowed to keep my senses, otherwise it may be just a case of transformed energy at a specific resonant frequency. Hopefully that frequency doesn’t resemble grandpa’s flatulence. That might throw a damper on my expanded consciousness.

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      2. Sha'Tara Post author

        thanks for that additional thought. The idea, methinks, is to find ourself a place, if not there, at least not here – that is, a place between the worlds; in the way mentioned by Antierra when speaking of her own world – a place where one could rest in one while work in another. No doubt such a trick isn’t easy though Jack seems quite comfortable in handling it. I just wonder… really wonder!

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      3. Hyperion

        I believe. I have no answers only questions. I’m left to my imagination and my imagination is powerful. It can conjure up anything. Sometimes my imagination gets moderated by reality, but I try not to let that get me down. Keep believing and then one day, Jack and a few others like him will say howdy and we can rest. We made it.


  2. deteremineddespitewp

    HI Sha’ Tara.
    Ah, you too. I stayed out of the way from commenting too much as to do so would be letting the neo-Stalinist side of my character have waaaaay too much of an opportunity and that never makes for pretty reading…sure does upset those folk who call themselves ‘Far Left’.
    Very evocative atmosphere to the story, I could feel the heat there and the image of a person appearing beside the narrator.
    Looking at the message from the other side of the Universe I am currently pondering on the concept that in very crude estimated figures from every person on this planet there may be 16 stars in our galaxy alone and once you start to deal in concepts of possibly triple digit billions of galaxies in the observable universe….Well! I can’t even begin to think of a way to simplify that into a snappy one liner.

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    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      Thanks for the comment(s) Roger. To the first, yeah what’s the point? To the second, isn’t it amazing to stop and realize the size of “our” universe in 3-D? When I was writing the Antierra Manifesto and had to “explain” those episodes of interaction with non-earth life I had to stop the flow of the writing and focus on universal reality, and how I wanted to slip out of such awareness back into the hum-drum of life, however degrading and hopeless: I could handle that but not a universe that was nothing but a huge question. As Jack explains to Levi, there is a reason why things were set up as they are: there has to be a control mechanism to keep things functioning in a normal sort of way to 3-D people. Our conundrum is both, accepting the place we are in at this time and making it work without trying to break out into a greater reality that simply put, isn’t for 3-D people. I believe that once we understand the necessity of making things work for all ‘here’ then the opportunity to move outwardly will make itself available. If we don’t get it, then we will not ‘get it’ and all our efforts to break out will remain ‘for ought’. Meanwhile there will always be those few who will be chosen to walk between the heavens and the earth, to see both sides and tell there little stories in dreams or lucid visions, thus the story remains open ended…

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      1. deteremineddespitewp

        The facet I like about the whole ‘thing’ is that no one can agree. One way to start a fight without mentioning politics or sport is to get cosmologists and quantum physicists in a room shout ‘Multiverse’ and quit the room and listen to the fun from the safety of being outside while they all argue, including with themselves.
        Me, I love the big questions and the ‘I cannot understand that concept’; that gives me perspective and imagination.
        The Universe…..
        As we used to say back In The Day ….’Like Wow Man’

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      2. deteremineddespitewp

        Those who think they are ‘great’ or have ‘power’ (one of our mirages)…. They are just….well….nothing really.
        Those who just get on with Life, make the best of what they have and if they can strive for others, or if they can’t just ‘get on with it’….Now those are the true worthies, and their lives will twinkle.

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  3. franklparker

    “Scamdemic”? You still do not believe the news coming from hospitals around the globe? It is not a scam. It is a real, highly infectious disease that kills some of those who catch it and leaves others debilitated for long periods.


    1. DiosRaw

      Unfortunately maybe there is a virus, maybe it does cause debilitated states however the media lies to us and if you research deeply into what’s going on at the moment you can decide for yourself what you believe. Best wishes to you. ❤🙏


    2. Sha'Tara Post author

      Thanks for the comment, Frank. Yes there is a virus and like all viruses it kills some. I think that humans left to their own thinking can easily accept that. I certainly do. I did not engage this without preconceived notions, at our age it’s wise to look at the full picture. The problem with the “scamdemic” is it does not look at the picture, it looks at control and profit: that’s what people have to be aware of. A simple way to understand is to ask, is that individual strictly concerned about health or does s/he have an agenda? If there is an agenda, how much of it affects her/his actions? Bottom line Frank, the scamdemic was put in place to promote the biggest yet agenda: to literally redesign humanity to become the willing servant of a tiny master race of rulers aided and abetted by a slough of bought and paid for bureaucrats. Their agenda is total control. Perhaps it’s time, Frank, to let go of that South African white man superiority Apartheid and look at this thing that followed you home in a new way; as it is the world is plunging into it.

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      1. DiosRaw

        Indeed. The truth is a hard pill to swallow for some. We cannot force anyone to believe anything however the truth always prevails and will be awakened in all when the time is right.


      2. deteremineddespitewp

        Ahh you know me by now. I adhere to the Incompetence Factor in our DNA.
        It is a bit of a double edged sword though because it has been the main cause of bringing down many a vile person, organisation or aggressive nation.
        Maybe it’s ‘Nature’s Way’…..


  4. selizabryangmailcom

    It also works both ways. A different truth may prevail in the future about the pandemic that doesn’t fit in with world domination. We shall see.
    In the meantime: “Our conundrum is both, accepting the place we are in at this time and making it work without trying to break out into a greater reality that simply put, isn’t for 3-D people.”
    A bold statement. Food for thought.


    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      Thanks for the comment, selizabryan, I can understand the ‘we shall see’ stance; it appears safe and sound – but it isn’t. It isn’t when if becomes a matter of life and death; of a destroyed economy and the bold, in your face claims of a “great reset.” The powers that be have both the power and the money to push the world in whatever direction they basically choose so your ‘we shall see’ becomes their standard: you will see whatever they want you to see until they’ve pushed you or those you fingered into the re-hab corner. You may not even realize it’s happened – it’ll just be so natural, so of course. Until you see friends, neighbours, acquaintances walked into these pens to disappear. Then it will be too late to yell, ‘hey, I didn’t mean them!’ And when your turn comes… still ‘we shall see’? As for the 3-D reality I mention, doesn’t it make sense to get our bit of ground straightened out before we climb on some billiocrat’s wagon to be dumped on another piece of land to slave for the master? If “your” billiocrats really cared about your health they’d be in it all the way, not just with vaccines or other controllable substances but with all the means available to create a just and free society here and now. That is obviously not their goal and therefore it behooves me and whomever also cares to at least warn, huh?



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