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Hello my fellow Politiores Troglodytes. This Blog is a collection of Posts, Poems, & Short Stories that I write on a daily basis. If you find it entertaining, informative, and controversial, then I have done my job properly. Thank goodness too, because Karma has been on my case of late. I'm supposed to bring fifty people into the fold or I'll have to give back the part of Einstein's brain I inherited. No, I'm not one of the Scientists who got a piece of his brain when he died. Karma said, "Eat this knowledge. It'll make you smarter!" The bargain I made with Karma was, if I could change fifty people into Politiores Populos, I would be rewarded with my very own Lamborghini. So, that's my story and I'm sticking to it! Like what you're reading, then read on. P.S. Populo is Latin for people. Politiores is Latin for educated. Troglodytes is English for troglodytes. And Einstein's brain was stolen by Thomas Stoltz Harvey after his death in 1955 and eventually divvied up into 240 pieces. If you just read that last sentence, then you have just learned something and I'm just that much closer to fulfilling my commitment to Karma!

Saturday, January 13, 2018

The Man From Mars - Episode Thirty Three

    I was a little flabbergasted. Officer Bopha seemed to me, in my dreams about Ponleak's life, to be one of his most reliable and devoted followers. I am stunned by Ponleak's remarks that he was the leader of the defectors.
    "Why would Bopha turn against you?" I asked.
    "Over the millennium, he became more and more disconcerted, about how to lead humanity, going into the future." Ponleak says. "He became convinced, over time, that an iron fist approach of ruling over homo sapiens was the best way and fastest way to move humans along in their development. As he and his followers see it, humans would take two steps forward in their evolutionary scale, then take one step back. Sometimes, and even I saw the backwards progress you humans would take, and it would be three steps back."
    "So you are saying that Bopha would enslave us all, so he could move us along faster on our evolutionary scale?"
    "Yes George." Ponleak tells me. "But I have preached since the beginning, that to do so, would lead this world into a two class system in economics and a select ruling class governing all."
    He pauses for a moment. Staring into space, somewhere above all of our heads, as if he is looking back in time and says, "We would have made this world after our own image. We would have made another Atlantis, here on Earth."
    "You say would have. But isn't that Bopha is still trying to do now?"
    "You are right again Mister Johnson." Ponleak says to me with a smile. "Maybe that is why I chose you to carry the amulet? You have such an acute awareness for the obvious."
    I sat their for a moment, sipping my drink, wondering if I had just been insulted.
    "There is something else I need to warn you about, before we go any further about Bopha and his followers."
    Great, I thought to myself. Something else I need to worry about. So I emptied my drink of its contents and waved the empty glass in Tiny's direction. So he would get the hint that I needed a refill.
    He got up, made a gruffing sound when he got near me, but took the glass from my hands and went over to the bar to mix up another drink for me.
    Ponleak waited until I had the glass in my hand, then continued, "The amulet has already shown you parts of my life. Because I was the last owner of the pendent. Soon, when it decides it is time, it will show you other past lives, of other former owners."
    "You talk as if the amulet is alive." I say startled. "That it can make decisions on its own."
    "The amulet is, in a sense, alive. It stores all the memories and emotions of all its former owners." He tells me. "It has the knack for displaying that information to its new owner, when it seems necessary."
    "You are trying to tell me that the amulet can figure out what might be important to me when I come upon a crisis?" I ask incredulously.
    "It is not only a powerful weapon, if called upon to do so, it is a library of knowledge. The knowledge of the beings who owned it before you."
    I looked straight into Ponleak's eyes and ask, "Beings?"
    "Yes. It does not originate on Atlantis." He says to me seriously. "It comes from another planet, another solar system. And like here on Earth, where it came to humanity from a world which destroyed itself, so too did the amulet come to Atlantis."
    He pauses here, reminiscing again in his thoughts, before saying to me, "That is why my family became so powerful in Atlantis. As I have given it to you, my fiftieth forefather was given the amulet, from an otherworldly being."
    Suddenly, I was being shaken by Tiny and hovered over by a concerned Ponleak, while he asked, "George? Are you Okay? George? Mister Johnson? Are you Okay?"
    I must have passed out for a few minutes, maybe longer. I don't know. But it was long enough for Tiny and Ponleak to act worried about what was happening to me.
    "George?" Ponleak asks me again. "Are you Okay. What happened to you?"
    "I believe the amulet showed me the first person, or being, who ever owned the amulet!"



To Be Continued.....

Next Week.

This is,
TwoBuckHowie,
Are You Okay?
Am I Okay?
Some Say That Is Debatable,
Jim Hauenstein,

And,

"Do you ever wonder if there are people living on the third planet?"
"The third planet is incapable of supporting life," stated her husband patiently. "Our scientists have said there is far too much oxygen in the atmosphere."
- Ray Bradbury, -

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