What has gone before: Zdog12 and their truth bugs reset the planet consciousness, while performing worldwide. The bugs settled back to the moon regolith again. The Darry’s partied up on the back verandah and Zdogs enjoyed their own party elsewhere in the Universe. Will Planet Earth be their focus again?
Another Day in Paradise (reprise)
JULY 8th
2pm and I ease the aging bones into the hammock admiring the massive crop of third year grafted Mango fruit hanging there just as Simon promised six years ago. A light wind descends the Bukit from Simon’s place carrying with it the unmistakable sounds of “Simple Things”. Whose song? Umm, oh yeh “A Skills and Krafty Kuts” with my favourite line “…like a beautiful sunny day and a good DJ” It certainly sums up this afternoon in the foothills behind Kuching in Sarawak.
I lay back, set up a lazy swing, close the eyes and work to sort the mind of fact and fiction attempting to reconcile strange days six years prior to two days ago when the blue turned to black and stayed that way for the entire day and night. Thinking about the framed screenshot of the message from six years ago hanging in the gardening shed and those last words –
“Remember the Truth ……Do not dismiss us. Next time we come the fireballs will crash to earth, earthquakes will break thew Mango orchard and much more …. Humans will tear themselves apart and our Truth mites will eat you.” Well at least in my patch of the woods there weren’t fireballs but there certainly was some extended rumbling. People tearing themselves apart? How ridiculous I state to self but am surprised at a twinge of uncertainty in that thought, especially in the context of the message on the television two nights ago, mulling those last words – “….. YOUR TIME HAS ENDED”.
I can’t help but recall yesterday at lunch time walking past the PAS office in town and surprised about no Zuhr call to prayer coming out of their Surau speakers. After all they are the most pious of the pious according to them anyway. The whole facility a complete ghost town. Were those within targeted? Has their time ended? If that is the case I won’t be mourning any of them as they were dangerous people with their Caliphate delusions.
Footfalls from the gravel path herald the arrival of my love Shakirah with two iced kopi (coffee), she sits and passes one over. A small pause before speaking “Honey, I just checked Malaysiakini and read about Trump ordering seizure and freezing of all assets and funds held by World Liberty Financial, Polymarket and Kalshi.
He then raved about how the hottest nation on Earth, the USA is going to transform the Horn of Africa funnelling those seized funds to micro solar, wind and clean water projects. Is like he has turned into Insta Greenie!”, I interrupt stating “I can go one better than you, the Iran Mulla’s just announced the first annual “Bin the Burqa Month”, and if a positive reception, will decree freedom to dress as one likes in the very near future. Wonderful!”
“You don’t think it has anything to do with that science fiction you keep on about – you know those Truth bug thingys?” She states with a measure of shy uncertainty.
”Science fiction? No honey, nothing fictional about the bugs at all. On your way back to the house check out that framed screenshot on the garden shed wall, that should jog the memory”. “Ah love, it doesn’t matter to us though does it, happy we are, aren’t we?”
She states with a quirky upturned lip corner that indicates I better be careful in my reply. “Yes dear”, is stated with as much formality as I can muster. “Correct Answer” is stated and we both start cracking up at this long running gag between two seriously in love humans.
“I better get stuck back into work.” So stating and crunching away she goes down the gravel path, pausing to go inside the garden shed and back out moments later, yelling out – “Oooh Truth Bugs, scary!”, cackling away to herself as she heads inside.
Meanwhile, the eyelids settle down to the bottom of the eyeballs and the ears pick up “It’ll Shine when it Shines”, pilfering on the breeze from above, murmuring to self that I might wander up to Simon’s for a late afternoon beverage and check out his playlist.
Truth of it All
Far far away from the swinging hammock, ZDog12 Inc. congregate in a formal debrief of their last Earth intervention. Kossatubelas loud and to a certain extent angry “Enough resources and especially repeated times spent re-setting these maddening humans! Four interventions in the last 150 years and two of those in the last six! We only had two in the previous four Billion years!! No more I say!” The final question is put to vote – “Do we intervene ever again?” The unanimous answer – “No”. Instruction goes out to the Moon and the Truth Watchers pack up after 4 Billion years and head home, never to return to that far flung part of the Universe.
Musings of a Hammock Dweller
Somewhere in space a tiny Blue Marble spins and spins from day to night and back again, revolving around a Sun as it has done for billions of years. Babies are born and others die among the eight Billion or so souls dwelling there. Who knows out of those non-corrupted baby souls which one will be ‘special’, that will rise above all others to place themselves on a pedestal built on the forgotten skeletons of demigods and despots past?
Who will choose to stand up from the meek masses and shout NO MORE, to be heard by the subdued and deprived peasants in their enforced ignorance and who themselves will become emboldened to shout NO MORE as well? One and the many must if we are to live a measure of a comfortable, fulfilling and safe life on our little Blue Marble in space.
There is no Planet B unless one is besties with ZDog12 Inc.
4/4 time …. 2,3, 4 and the beat goes on, dm dm dm dm dm dm dm dm, the beat goes on, dm dm dm dm dm dm dm dm, the beat goes on, the beat goes on ……… and on …… and on 2 3 4 …………
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3jfApjW9yFEtiQlHqvcj7Z?si=OnInM-PfQVS4RqsDPsjD-w&pi=f4MS4K4RQ0q3H
Footnotes
(1) Reference to an SF classic – “Canticle for Leibowitz” by Walter M Miller. Published 1959. Amazing the impact of a shopping list. For those that haven’t read it, please do. Startling relevance still today.
(2) “Unicorn” – Closest to Earth Black Hole and a really small one, discovered in 2021. Extremely difficult to observe and is postulated that there may be many more small ones out there.
(3) GN-z11: Farthest known Galaxy in our Universe as of 2020.
(4) “Kosong” – Malay language for Zero.
(5) MoM-z114: Farthest known Galaxy in our Universe as of 2026.
(6) Restaurant at the end of the Universe. A reference to “Hitch Hikers guide to the Galaxy” by Douglas Adams.
(7) Melted Brick: Possibly the most bizarre out of all internet conspiracies, where the participants argue that weathered bricks, old brick ruins and basalt column mountains are somehow melted bricks from Alien attacks that re-set our civilisations. For anyone interested go to FB and type in Melted Brick to the search engine.
(8) Names of the 12 Gods are derived from their home planet – Kosong (Kos), and the first twelve numbers in the Malaysian Language. EG: satu = 1, dua = 2, so Kosdua = God 2.
Not numbered but well worth diving into is the history of Aitken Basin on the moon. Something rather large belted into the moon and left a big dent roughly four billion years ago.
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