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The Historic Change in Strategy

Current Classic Bill postVolume 6, Issue 18

Part 89 of the ongoing saga of The Great Being, the One Self that manifests as each of us.

Nastassia came to life in a strange location and situation. She saw she was on a beautiful beach on a fantasy planet with several colorful moons in the sky, one with rings, and off in the distance Atlantis shone.


She recognized the beach from a mindflash Layla had shown her of the place she and Melchizedek preferred to go between incarnations, and she sensed that her four friends were also here somewhere. At the same time she realized somehow she was still wearing her most recent human body, except that it was cut in half at the waist. Half of her was in one place and half in another.

As the scene clarified she realized that Maitreya was playing an elaborate joke, which she had known him to do, often to lighten the saddest moments. Superimposed on the beach scene they were also in a theater, she and Maitreya were onstage, and the rest were in the audience. Maitreya was dressed as a stage magician and held a magic wand. She was his assistant and he had just sawed her in half and spread the two boxes containing her to amaze the audience, most of whom were in fact still stunned from having been vaporized after a fierce battle, so it took a moment to reorient, the way Nastassia had.

“And now, for my next trick…” Maitreya said, clearly referring to the failure down below, and taking full responsibility for it in his humorous way. Continue reading

The Least Bad Option

Current Classic Bill postVolume 6, Issue 17

Part 88 of the ongoing saga of The Great Being, the One Self that manifests as each of us.

Perse fired at Earth and created a huge slice visible from space

Perse fired at Earth and created a huge slice visible from space, known as the Grand Canyon today.

Atlantis reported: “Perse is in the attacking force, in his planetbuster—” just before they felt the shock of a ray of enormous power bring Atlantis to a near-stop while pummeling it over and over. Everyone grabbed something as the huge ship was shaken like a maraca.

“It’s holding,” Maitreya pointed out, meaning the shield was not letting them be destroyed.

“Yes,” Atlantis grunted, “the shields can withstand even Perse’s planetbuster. But it does make it hard to move out of this system very rapidly.” Atlantis continued at sublight speed — a petty pace — while the swarm of Rebel ships closed around it and added their own firepower. Still Atlantis held together and swam slowly toward the periphery of the solar system and up out of the plane of the ecliptic.

“Look!” Templegard shouted and pointed at a viewscreen. Perse had taken his fire off of Atlantis and was turning his aim to Earth.

They looked at each other. It was obvious what they had to do. Atlantis dropped shields and was instantly vaporized.

Perse stopped firing at Earth, having in the first second or two created a huge slice visible from space, which today is known as the Grand Canyon. A few more seconds would have split the Earth like an apple, which Perse had not wanted — he wanted Earth and had invested a lot of time and trouble in getting it. Now that it was his, more or less, he wanted to preserve it. But he had not been bluffing — he would have sacrificed Earth had Atlantis not sacrificed itself to save Earth. He knew his game would go on forever, sadly, bitterly, so he had all the time in the world.

Down on the ground, Athenius with the help of other men still able-bodied had saved Ares and whomever else they could from the sea, and then from the horror of the land of death and mud. Now they were trekking back to Hellas, a small band. Ares was in a coma and being carried and attended to, as were several others. It was a difficult journey but Athenius was everywhere, supporting people, giving orders, doing a lot of the hardest work himself, showing the good example. Some died but he got most of his men out. Continue reading

Earthquakes and Floods

Current Classic Bill postVolume 6, Issue 16

Part 87 of the ongoing saga of The Great Being, the One Self that manifests as each of us.

destruction of Atlantis “The island Atlantis itself was quickly razed to a submerged mound of rubble.”

Thousands of Rebel warships coordinated their bombardment of Atlantis on a single point, the capstone, hoping by doing so to break through the immensely powerful shields of energy protecting the vessel and its city-state within. Continue reading

The War in Space

Current Classic Bill postVolume 6, Issue 15

Part 86 of the ongoing saga of The Great Being, the One Self that manifests as each of us.

Atlantis had a klaxon horn that sounded like temple bells, which woke the entire population of Angels, Cherubs, Agents and visiting humans, including some Rebel spies, in the middle of night off the coast of Southern Europe and Africa. All but the humans listened in to Atlantis’s broadcast warning: “A very large fleet of Rebel warships is heading this way from across the galaxy and beyond. Please move indoors away from the surface of the ship.” Their hosts guided the visiting humans into the interior parts of Atlantis while the outer surface returned to its original diamond appearance.

An enormous army was assembled on the beaches of what are today Gibraltar and Morocco, and hordes of boats had already been launched, bringing assault troops across to attack Atlantis. In the boat leading the sea fleet, standing at the bow and taking the full blast of the sea drizzle, stood Ares in a heroic posture, fully aware that he was posing and feeling a little foolish about it. Continue reading

The Attack on Atlantis

Current Classic Bill postVolume 6, Issue 14

Part 85 of the ongoing saga of The Great Being, the One Self that manifests as each of us.

“What now?” Athenius yelled from his bed. He was used to being called upon at all hours to solve difficult problems, make decisions, and provide advice, sometimes just to commiserate. Taking this as his duty and the role he had always worked toward, kind of the unofficial sage of Polis, he was supported by donations from those who wanted free access to him. Of course he tended to welcome everyone with kindness, even those unable to make a donation. However, he had been working himself to a frazzle this way as this late caller was not the first, and Athenius was starting to long for a nap at least.

He was tying his toga and walking to the front door when through it came General Ares in full battle armor, followed by a squad of his toughest men. This stopped Athenius in his tracks and his mind moved swiftly. “Where are we going?” he asked.

“All our ground forces in Europe and Africa have been as heavily armed as possible and set on march to the West,” Ares told him.

“What do you mean our?” Athenius asked. “Hellenes have armies everywhere I have not been told about?”

The General was annoyed at being questioned but used to it from Athenius, who was doggedly obsessed with honesty and complete information, from Ares’ point of view. Any other man who would have pressed him that way would normally be quickly dead, by Ares’ own hand.

“Athenius you ask too many questions for your own good. There has been a secret alliance with tribes in all directions, reaching farther than your own expert knowledge of geography,” Ares revealed, saying this now in a whisper to Athenius, so his own men would not hear. Ares was an awake Rebel in a human body, one of the strongest- minded Rebels in the zone, and had mostly conquered the overly-helpful human brain that wanted to run the show. But his men were merely humans, like Athenius, and full knowledge of the Rebels was against Perse’s orders, which he made exceptions to.

Ares had been ordered to let Athenius in on a small piece of the truth, filling in the rest with lies. Ares himself was against lying because it took up too much mental effort. The only way he had been able to counteract the human brain, sabotaged by the Rebels themselves, was constant inner attention, and he avoided anything that distracted from that task. Like lies. His plan was to tell as little as possible to Athenius, without distracting himself by having to make up and maintain lies. He knew Perse would yell at him for this, since Perse could read everyone’s mind at once it seemed, but he knew he was too valuable to be punished more than he could handle.

“I will fill you in en route. Right now these men will help you into the battle armor we brought and will quickly familiarize you with weapons and procedure. Then we will be off to lead the attack.”

“What city are we attacking and why?” Athenius asked without moving into action.

“It’s the city you found for us,” Ares whispered and Athenius’ eyes widened.


Best to all,



Waking Up Rebel Forces

Current Classic Bill postVolume 6, Issue 13

Part 84 of the ongoing saga of The Great Being, the One Self that manifests as each of us.

The pigeon flew into the home of General Ares, the planetary Shaitin, and directly up to the General, who was sitting by the fire contemplating his next political moves. Ares understood immediately that to be able to appear as such, the bird was a Rebel of at least the status of Prince, so Ares stood deferentially. The pigeon spit out a folded piece of paper-like bark on the floor. Ares knelt and carefully opened it, flattened it with his palm, and took it closer to the fire to sit and look at it, glancing occasionally at the tight-lipped bird.

It was a picture, a map. X was surely Ares’ current position, amidst an archipelago of islands. To the left side of the map there were rough lines of continents and two prominent objects. That one had to be the Pillars of Heracles, but the one farther out in the ocean, what was that?

The Pillars of Hercules

The pigeon stood up and morphed into a giant man, about ten feet tall, bowing over slightly to avoid the high ceiling. He was handsome, dignified, and appeared very sad. He was impeccably dressed down to his ebon hooves, which as always were highly polished, perfectly gleaming without a speck of dust or hangnail. General Ares stood at high attention before his supreme commander, who now preferred to be called Perse. Continue reading