The Harbinger

My fair maiden lies shackled and woe. Her dress torn and soiled, tells of blasphemy and misfortune. Her soul tormented by God and government. Does this course not beckon me to proceed encased in armor of Mendez? Should my thoughts not intertwine with war? If my cries fall on deaf ears, will I cry no more? It is the Harbinger these captors seek. His lowered brow swells to the rigid horns of reason. His direction echoes of thunder as stride distends. He is shielded by maxim and plague of knowledge. The sharp steel of angst-ridden compassion, urges to plunge deep into the adversary. The imprudence shall spill forth in dark puddles. He preys in the shadows of man. Can you not smell his stench? Why would they call forth such a beast?

announcement

Hello everyone. My name is Derek. For those of you who don't know, I'm the author of Nolen's biography. He has instructed me to relay the message that tonight at sunset, the ones who wish to call him from the darkness shall get their wish. He says his power lies within the darkness and therefore from this night on, those who sought his wrath shall receive it.

brains = money

I would like to share yet another new concept with you if I may. A few nights ago I was remembering a time when Riley and I spent a lot of time watching old horror movies. She was particularly fond of Zombies. She loved the old horror movies where the main characters were some teenage kids or young hellions and the movies always seemed to move in the same direction. The younger, main stars would have to form a bond and cooperate, to assure their survival. The zombies steadily grew in number. It started with a small handful, but soon the zombies became the majority of the town, taking over the priest, sheriff, teachers, parents and any other symbols of authority as well as the common folk. In the truly scary movies, the ones that really got Riley on the edge of her seat, the poor teenagers or hoodlums would dwindle down one by one, each meeting their own horrific fate of being surrounded by the merciless, cannibals. The last words the poor subject would hear was "brains", which was chanted out by the masses of "one-track minded, dead inside" ghouls. The zombies wanted brains, brains and more brains. They could never get their fill and would never stop or have any other thought. The thought of being surrounded by these non-thinking, non-negotiating, non-sympathetic beings that don't necessarily wish to kill you, but worse, to make you one of them, is definitely horrific. The thought of dying at the hands of these awful creatures is one thing, but it worse than that. They surround you, infect you and eat your mind (or free thought) and force you to become lifeless and in constant search of "brains". You people have come up with your horrible concepts throughout time. I bet the artist or free thinker who came up with zombies probably frightened him/ herself with the concept. Personally I think that Mostfiction is based on some kind of primal psychology. I want you to try something when you have some spare time. Get on line, or netflix or somewhere you can find some old zombie films and give them a view. Even if you don't want to watch the whole thing, at least scan through and get the just of it. Try to pick one that Riley would have enjoyed. You know, the ones with no survivors in the end. Grab yourself some popcorn, turn the lights off and prepare for fright. I'm sure you're not intrigued. Bad acting, even worse special effects. Watch the film, but as the zombies start their chant, replace the word "brains" with the word "money". You don't even have to watch the flick at this point do you? You know exactly what I mean. People's quest for money robs them of times and thoughts and enjoyments. Many in their quest for the "mighty dollar", become mindless zombies, incapable of thinking of anything else.

Avengers

Traveled to Greensboro earlier. I guess too many vehicles with out-of-state plates, attract local P.D. It would have been a real close call, but two local avengers came to our aid. To the dark late 90's model civic with racing rims and the Evo VIII on standby: Thanks for the assist and if the driver of the civic happens to read this, what modifications does your vehicle possess as I've never seen a foreign economy car handle so quickly and efficiently. And to Anya and Wesley, don't worry I will contact you later tonight.

"hippies amount to nothing"

The happiest people I know is a group of 6 to 10 people who live in a four bedroom apt. on Myrtle Beach. I say 6 to 10, because a few seem to come and go. They all work part time, minimum wage, laid back jobs that are close by. They all contribute to rent and food and necessities. They don't spend much on clothing, because nothing more than work attire and some cheap swim trunks and bathing suits are all that they require. The original six dwellers collaborated funding and bought a used minivan in case anyone should need to travel further than walking or biking distance. The house rules are pretty simple: Conduct yourself in a humane way towards yourself and others...that's it. You would think that a large number of people like that living in such close quarters would be chaotic, but I don't know that I've ever heard any of them quarrel at all. Most of the time they are outside reading in hammocks, hanging out at the beach with friends, surfing, swimming, volleyball and sometimes they have cookouts in the back yard with music and dancing. Society would probably tell you that these people are "hippies" and will amount to nothing in life. Let's look at that term closely "amount to nothing" a term used by people buried to their eyeballs in debt, two mortgages on a house and finally done with their life of high blood pressure and bankruptcies, when that final stroke blesses them with death. Their children are left with the memory of parents they barely got to know, because they were always working or engaged with the current runoff between republicans and democrats. I realize that not everyone can work at convenience stores and live on the beach, nor would everyone want to. Maybe your ambition drives you to the mini mansions and luxury automobiles and as long as you're not killing yourself for the materials you acquire, then good for you. I am however saying that if you prefer the life on the beach or anywhere that you find peace in a more simple, less materialistic life, there is nothing wrong with that either. Society calls them hippies, but if you ask THEM what they are, they will tell you "Happy". To me that's worth more zeros than you could possibly put on a paycheck.

It should be obvious by now The Beckoning is not role play. You accept my existence through epiphany, not imagination. You have always been aware of me, as we share much of the same genetic makeup. I am that affair in the back of your mind. The one that constantly makes you aware of the falsehoods around you. I'm the feeling you get when you notice that society preaches teachings of Jesus and lives by acts of Judas. The ones in control would have you to be docile, slaves as they conform you more than ever before, confine you more than ever before, in an attempt to lay your primal instincts dormant. Generation after generation, these genes are used less and less frequently, until the generation is born that is nothing more than a mass of submissive energy waiting for instruction. Even slaves of Egypt, slaves of Rome, Greece, America, were all allowed to handle altercations among one another through reasonable acts of violence. To retaliate in order to protect your well-being and livelihood is the natural order of things. This order allowed large numbers of slaves to handle their own affairs without the assistance of the imposed authority. When you're talking about thousands upon thousands of slaves, allowing a certain amount of aggression among them to handle quarrels, saves a lot of manpower and effort on the governing end. The problem with this structure has been the same, time and time again.Governing forces push labor and harsh conditions to the point that the slaves can take no more. Revolution begins and now the primal instincts that the slaves were allowed to act on, cultivate and breed, are used against the governing forces. Here in the United States, your governing forces are leading world technology in creating a class of docile followers. One's who will be profitable, but passive. They breed the fight out of you and everything that kept your ancestors living long enough to breed is being put somewhere deep inside your mind to sleep and never awaken...to die. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3-zq01MDi5s http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pvFRLIjOLOU aspartame.mercola.com http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XSZQ3ixu7a4 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LLWk3cBnHOg&feature=related http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9m3c2L_r4rM&feature=related You are guinea pigs in a new era of mind control. Your species did not climb to the top of the food chain by being docile. Your ancestry did not earn it's freedom from countless cases of enslavement by being docile. Should you choose to become what I am, then it ends here and now. The first step is to acknowledge your adversaries as such and though it may not be of strategic advise to attack at this juncture, your conscious cooperation as a "lab rat" must end now. What is the purpose of acquiring knowledge, if it's only to be used in compliance with the governing powers. There are genes inside you that make you feel obligated to rebel. The genes are reacting to the thoughts and chemicals that are trying to render it dormant. To continue this path will only assure you as much "success" as the ones in control deem fit and the ones in control are tightening the ropes around your necks to ensure that the rich prosper and the ones under those select few who are truly rich, will steadily lose power and influence as time goes on.

intel.

I am in desperate need of assistance in expanding my search. I received information today that leads me to believe that all is not lost. The down side is that my investigators intel. on Homeland Security was terminated today and without that information I am blind to an attack. I'm not asking for you to make a purchase, I'm just asking you to read through the given information on my site and let me know if you have any information of true Vampire that may be in your area. Even if you're unsure about their authenticity, at least tell them that "Nolen" is looking for them and give my website. If they're a role player, they'll simply right you off as crazy or "in character". I desperately need you all and I don't know how much longer I will be able to remain at this location, if Homeland Security traces the hack to my investigative team. If there is even a slight possibility that the Vampire you know or have seen may be real, all you have to do is mention my name. If they inquire more, then give them this website. That's all I'm asking. Most of my family most commonly hides in plain sight (as role players, Vampire fans, goth fans etc.). I know this expands knowledge of me at an incredible rate and makes it harder to keep up with what intel. is leaked at what location, but I must find them immediately. For those of you who have followed and participated in my search, my deepest gratitude. Nolen