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Me: Do you know what I wonder, my Nikola?

Nick: Please, call me Nick. And no, I do not know what you wonder.


Me: I wonder why your Crew love my stories so much.


Nick: That is easy to answer, they are true stories.

Me: Well, I guess that's a good reason. I will tell them of the further adventures of 'Resa, tomorrow.

Nick: See that you do, my dear.

Me: I won't forget, my Nick.

Me: Well 'Resa has been very busy, my Nick. Doing this and that and meeting all sorts of lovely beings. She and Youp, well she got tired of running and let him catch her but all he wanted was very inconsistent. As soon as she stopped, he started running to be chased. What kind of chump runs from a girl? Anyway, he ran off giggling and she waved her fist at him and yelled a few things then decided to do something else for a while rather than bother him. She relaxed a visited with her memories.

One in particular, the strange encounter of learning and teaching.

Upon the shore of distant wide
There reeled in a mighty tide
It flipped and purred and gave a pout
The shore smiled and gave a shout

Come cradle my rocks within your shower
Together we can build and tower!!
Come ease along my sandy slide
Where shells of every ilk abide

Water works in mist serious waves
And always carries many shades
I will come and adorn you, says he tide
When I am ready, shore replied

Tide wavered, turning into crash mode
The rocks, shaking loose by slow erode
Even stone can't resist tides' steady stroke
Down they tumbled, new sands from broke

Bedrocks and crumbles! Shore exclaimed
Then named each bit of pebbled grain
Nearby the slide of sand water purred
Thats how shells aplenty are softly lured

To the water once again shells moved
Turned and twirled - undertow behooved!
New sand again! Shells as batter baking
Less and more - shells' share of even taking

Bits of shell learned their way as sand
Tipping lighter, waves dance to land
Only then, did tide begin to ebbing
Building up a different webbing

Nick: Boring, my dear

Me: Its early and late, my Nick. I got all day to remember the story I want to give.

'Resa and the Learning Curve

'Resa really enjoyed learning new stuff, so much so, she would take off all the time and just go looking around to see new things. Well, Youp, he enjoyed learning as well but in a different sort of way. He liked to build different things and the more outragiously different his building projects, the better he liked them. People of all walks of life came to him for ideas and to have him build their ideas. He always improved the ideas of others and he never worried about taking a fee, he was simply happy to build. He build machines and engines, improved the design of existing machines and engines and worked at his building projects with the greatest joy, hardly tearing himself away to sleep in the wee hours of the night. 'Resa found it somewhat annoying because he just forgot everything else when he was building. He never chased her when he was in the middle of a project and worse, he never let 'Resa chase him. In fact, he almost, it seemed to 'Resa, forgot all about her entirely.



One day, 'Resa came along to see the latest building project at the dawn of a beautiful summer day. Youp was knee deep in the hoopla, as ever, working and whistling. 'Resa smiled and said hi and all that and was rewarded with an absent minded grunt from Youp. Irritated, 'Resa blurted, "Youp! Do you ever see past your nose?"

Youp tested his eyes and nodded, turning back to his work.

"Youp! If you see past your nose why do you never see what is right under it?" 'Resa remarked irritably.

Youp didn't like the sound of irritability, he was always careful to keep it out of his own voice when speaking and so replied in a pleasant rumble of his soft barotone timbre, "Why do you care so much about the state of my nose? Is it too short? Too long? Not displayed to its best advantage because my fabulous moustache is so glorious?"



'Resa stomped her foot and said, "No Youp! I'm serious! Stop teasing and listen, please!" Though she said please, it was in an irritable fashion so Youp doubted her sincerity; just a teensy bit.

Youp turned all the way toward 'Resa and replied, "By all means, have my ear. Both in fact, to discuss my nose; while my hands and my eyes wait to be claimed by your attention as well!" he added pointedly.

'Resa paused a moment; her attention and thoughts to the possibilties of what Youps' hands and eyes could do to her... She quickly shook her head until that thought worked back down to the possibilities section of her mind and firmly closed the door on it so it couldn't sneak out again. It was always jimmying the door locks when Youp was around.



'Resa turned her thoughts gently but firmly to the business on her mind and said in a softer kinder voice, "Youp, I'm a little concerned about what happens to your building projects when you are done with them. I know you simply enjoy the challenge and the artistic beauty of creating a something special out of random ordinary items; but sheesh! The people cart this stuff off and do all sorts of stuff I find disturbing, Youp!" She stamped her foot again for an effective ending to her statement.

Youp smiled and patted her on the head, gently rolling his long fingers down to stroll across her rosy cheek. "'Resa! Ease, my dear! No one can cause mischief greater than my ability to make it right and better than ever! Why don't you run along and play with your pens and ink?" he leaned his 6'7" frame downward to lay a warm kiss on the top of her head. She being 19" shy of his own height. 'Resa enjoyed the kiss tremendously but found his suggestion to be rather condescending and not taking her in any serious manner. She longed for the days when they first met and he was a wildly running happy fun dude and she was a wildly happy fun chick.



She always followed his suggestions though, she had learned long ago that his suggestions had a sort of magical way of turning out extremely benificial to her and others that considered them and followed through.

Off went 'Resa, to her pens and ink and she sat staring at a slip of paper, wondering what to do with it. She had no interest in writing or even drawing at the moment, she just wanted to warn Youp that she had a bad feeling about the whispers she was hearing from her invisible friends, as Youp called them. She could see them plainly as the nose on Youps' handsome face, but Youp never seemed to be able to see them at all, though he stepped around them and answered their queries quite plainly many times, to her amazement. He would never admit it though, even when she stood by and watched him do it. One of her friends happened by as she was muttering about wanting to be back in the happy places with Youp and lamenting the possible problems they may encounter; according to the main vine from her invisible friends.



"Why not make a design for a machine that moves you and Youp to and fro outside the frames?" He asked as he pulled out his flute and began a fair rendition of Al Jolsons' "Ragtime".

'Resa jumped, surprised, and then squealed with even more surprise, "That's a fantabulous idea, Mettie!" she saw the flute and added, "You're doing much better on that, Mettie! It sounds just like 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star' I've never heard a better rendition, not even on harmonica!" She smiled winsomely.

Mettie tossed the flute away and pulled a sword from thin air as he replied, "I was playing 'Ragtime' runt! You should have your ears checked."



'Resa smirked, "I know that stupid-oh, I just was kidding! Sheesh, don't they teach you humor on whatever planet you come from?" She giggled, "I'm sorry I meant to say 'oh wise one' not stupid-oh" as Metticus Finch rolled his eyes at the thought of humor infecting his pristine thoughts.

"I abhor the kooky crap, brat trap." He added, "Make a design for a time machine and ask that Cretin Youp to make it for you. Don't worry about how it works, just tell him Metticus Finch gave you his idea. My ideas are all do-able and he knows it." Truth indeed, any idea from Metties' melon was always a home run.

'Resa gave him a hug and said, "Thanks Sugar Baddie."

"That's Sugar Daddy, twerp!" Mettie grumbled, brandishing his sword menacingly. He opted to take the insult as a good excuse to pinch 'Resa on her rosy cheek (guess which one). He wandered off to lay more seeds of thought in Youp...

'Resa finished her design several days and hundreds of paper slips later. She wanted the machine to hold beauty as well as use. When she finally had the perfect sketch and different angles of it, she went back to Youps' building workshop. She rolled it into a neat roll and left it with a note on his desk, next to his favorite birds' little nest and left to wander the wonder of learning. Her note said she needed it to be done in a year and a day. No sooner, no later and she would be back then to pick it up if he could complete the task. Then she scooted out of the picture to good run wild with her friends through the rainbows and under the stadiums of their various worlds of creation.

Youp walked through the archway of his workshop and found the note and the designs just a few minutes later as he had only stepped out to see a man about a dog.

He read the note and tucked it away, then opened the roll of paper slips and examined them with great interest. He laughed a bit at the sweet little touches and didn't even look up as Mettie swung down from the rafters; Youp simply raised his hand with precision timing and high-fived Mettie as he swung upside down in an arc that apexed at Youps' head. Mettie completed the arc with a spectacular series of flips and then stuck the landing right next to Youp.




"Youp, how is it that I have watched you do this particular few moments in about a kazillion frames and you always remember and I always remember but 'Resa NEVER does?" Mettie badgered happily.

Youp grinned widely and said, "Classified, my brethren." He flashed his own badge as well ...



and they both burst into a companionable chuckle fest before getting down to the real work.

Me: My Nick! I just remembered what I was going to actually write about! I will have to break off on this little allegory.

Nick: *pout*

Me: No worries, I will pick it back up, remind me later.


The game and the players, there was a huge problem. An unprecedented event, to be sure. The game players, the really ancient ones that know it really well. They had a regulation problem, I went and found the eldest of the players and hooked she up with Cracker. They know the rules, intricate as they are, by heart if you can believe that. There was a player that forfeited; refused his turn and so forfeited and he would not adhere to the rules of forfeit. He got Cracker so mad, Cracker told me to call his brokerage person at 4am. You know Cracker, my Nick, he never uses devices if he can help it but he knows the rules and no one departs the table until they settle up the forfeiter - make him pay his obligation to the other players and in the order of player turn, as outlined. So Cracker wouldn't budge from his chair and I had to call his brokerage and he pulled the tally on what the n00b owed to the other players and then he had me call the old man, THE old man, lulz. That was a nerve rending call, becaue business is business and serious players don't hesitate with obligations they are well aware of prior to game time. I had to clarify if I were an actual player from birth or just entering the game and there is some wiggle room there because I signed the pre-agreement and they called for the vellum it were signed upon. Lulz, seems it were in my own personal vellum and that is pretty hard to disagree when its on the skin in the form of birthmark, lulz.

I told them all, my agreement specified that I play incognito, as unaware and some bonehead broke that rule, which is what won me the board, air, and water designations. Then I scooped that by pointing out that I maintain my agreement even now, I do not have the kind of privledged information or additional resources of the other serious players that I beat to win those designations. Cracker told me thats how we got the big T formation to roll out last summer, because they had to scramble or forfeit and I said, "It's all about tease, t's, teas, and crosses." Well, the Norway Spiral is a tough showmanship ploy to top but I was lucky in that some of the constellations, the ancients, they really like my pluck and they rallied a nice surprise. That and the moon going wonky last spring as it has done again this February; filling in like a smile from bottom to top. I really loved it last year and even more so this year because it is so nice to see that smile in the sky. Merry Men told me they worked that little trick, subtle but fantastic because it is physically impossible to change the direction. They orchestrated two miracles, by Grace of God and they said its because of my surname motto: God give grace

I found a shield and some stuff on Tait that I forgot to share with my dad; so I shared today. I sort of adapted it to my liking, the shield thing. Horns to the Chief!!!!!

Nick: Who is that Chief?

Me: Doy, my Nick, its my maiden name, my pop is the old hat

Me: Anyway, there was a big situation that I thought for sure was going to end with each player taking their hunk of reality and going home, pissed. Like that incident with Mars, you know? So, I sort of got worried about it and called some of my personal peeps, the birds. They gave me the lowdown on the upswing. Things are better than ever, they got a player on board that hasn't bothered to play in freaking milleniums and she rocks the game. I went back to my personal favorite way of taking a turn, lulz.


Nick: The gesture as if spinning a wheel with the ever so entertaining sound effects?


Me: Yep, lulz, with the whole dialogue and the intermission bits of my saying funny jokes. I love my jokes. The old man, he started laughing at the new jokers jokes and so I started stealing their punchlines to let him know its an old version of the same scene. I've been through this loop. It is nice to have Madimi playing this time, in the Now as I live it.

Answer to Tait

The mounted disk of ebonite
Has whirled before, nor whirled in vain;
Rowland of Troy, that doughty knight,
Convection currents did obtain
In such a disk, of power to wheedle,
From its loved North the subtle needle.

’Twas when Sir Rowland, as a stage
From Troy to Baltimore, took rest
In Berlin, there old Archimage,
Armed him to follow up this quest;
Right glad to find himself possessor
Of the irrepressible Professor.

But wouldst thou twirl that disk once more,
Then follow in Childe Rowland’s train,
To where in busy Baltimore
He brews the bantlings of his brain;
As he may do who still prefers
One Rowland to two Olivers.

But Rowland,—no, nor Oliver,-—
Could get electromotive force,
Which fact and reason both aver,
Has change of some kind as its source,
Out of a disk in swift rotation
Without the least acceleration.

But with your splendid roundabout
Of mighty power, new-hung and greasy,
With galvanometer so stout,
A new research would be as easy;
A test which might perchance disclose,
Which way the electric current flows.

Take then a coil of copper pure,
And fix it on your whirling table;
Place the electrodes firm and sure
As near the axis as you’re able,
And soon you’ll learn the way to work it,
With galvanometer in circuit.

Not while the coil in spinning sleeps,
On her smooth axle swift and steady;
But when against the stops she sweeps,
To watch the light-spot then be ready,
That you may learn from its deflexion
The electric current’s true direction.

It may be that it does not move,
Or moves but for some other reason;
Then let it be your boast to prove
(Though some may think it out of season,
And worthy of a fossil Druid),
That there is no Electric Fluid.

- Maxwell

Me: There you go, Professor

Nick: Did I not already say, call me Nick?

Me: As in St. Nick? lulz, can I sit on your lap, too?

Nick: Posing a question instead of a reply, rude my dear.

Me: I am quite the rude deer, my Nick. Feel free to shoot me with one of your arrows again, anytime.

Me: So do you want me to share the next part of the story I was writing for your crew, my Nick?


Nick: I can hardly wait. I may need a towel for this.


Me: What do you need a towel for?


Nick: For the pissing contest you have started, my dear.


Me: *snicker* Whatever!!!


So anyway, 'Resa sort of wandered about doing this and that here and there for a year and a day. Then she went back to the workshop, wondering if Youp even bothered to take care of himself at all or just spent all of himself in his work. She kept a sharp lookout around the nearby town and did not spot him or anyone she really knew very well. She knew he was still in the same location because Mettie blabbed about Youp all the time and was careful to keep her on the main vine about Youp and his antics. She wound her way along the road to his workshop on foot, enjoying the fresh air and the beautiful sunsets common to the mountain area.

When she got to his shop, it was unusually silent and appeared quite deserted. No half built project strewn about, no puttering engines or warning sirens to clear an area for electrical precautions. She tried the door and found it locked and bolted with a sign proclaiming a public sale were eminent. She growled a few choice mariner words of color and yanked the notice off to check the date. She was surprised to see it were months old. She silently crumpled the paper telling herself the many ways she would be tearing into Mettie when he next popped by within her reach. Turning to leave she caught a glimmer of light flash off to the side of the building. Curious, she walked around to see what was so shining and then heard a rather distinctive humming sound. Actually feeling it more than hearing it, she let it sink into her being to translate into a dialog as that was one of her many ways of listening.

She saw the flash again, like a shaft of sunlight standing in a formation of circular coils. She had never seen the like before (that she remembered) but was not afraid in the slightest. She walked closer and sat down on the grass to watch it undulating in flashes and hums of low, then ever lower tonal vibration until the hum was all but undetectible. It was just as active, she knew that by the tingle of her skin as the vibration continued to saturate her subconcious with information. Suddenly the flashing became magnificently bright and coalesced into a solid object of metallic hues, in iridescent blending and sparkling as if it were some sort of carbonated beverage inside a blown glass tumbler. A few seconds later, Youp and Mettie came bounding out laughing like two year olds playing games of fun without a care in the world.

Youp looked her way and exclaimed, "Finally! 'Resa, my dear! It is so good to see you again!" He touched the tip of his noble and distinctive nose and added, "I managed to see past my nose the whole while you were absent, my dear." He winked and flashed his most charming smile. The smile easily deflected and subdued the retort of anger she was brewing to unleash upon him and Mettie. Instead she jumped up and ran to his arms, for a one of his deliscious bear hugs. She had sorely missed those hugs.

As 'Resa lost herself in his arms for a moment, she let her thoughts slip away completely and just inhaled his special Youp smell a mixture of odd scents from his project materials, mixed with the faint scent of cigars and just a dash of cologne. Then she reluctantly pulled herself back far enough to look into his merrily twinkling eyes before pulling his head downward to plant a kiss squarely on his incredible lips. Youp gleefully cooperated and even tried to slip her the tongue in that kiss. He was successful in that venture and so boldly lifted her up in a deeper sort of kiss as Mettie hemmed and hawed about, trying not to stare directly at them.

"Youp! Where have you been, what is this thing?" 'Resa asked sort of breathlessly, still recovering from that fabulous kiss.

Youp laughed as he replied, "Why it is your device, my dear and you are most correct! There are some rather unsavory incidents developing from some of the careless people that I have built items for and I have been about cleaning some of the problems up before they grow too destructive. His eyes turned a melancholy look instead of their usual joyful bright as he spoke. Mettie nodded vigorously, "Indeed! The places of future destruction are heinous and vile!" he added helpfully. 'Resa felt her indignation returning in spades.

"Youp! I knew there were a problem but I didn't mean for you to tamper with it, just not give your technology so freely and trusting everyone!" she stared at him reproachfully, "One should not ever tamper with the Now to achieve a future event or even to change a situation. If it were meant to be, it should be." She felt very strongly in this regard.

"But what if it were meant to be changed?" Youp asked quickly. Clearly, he had wrestled with the question himself.

Mettie nodded again and added, "It were meant to be changed, 'Resa. I lived the whole of history from my time in the body, moving to and fro in my work and I saw things none would ever see but mine own eyes because they were meant to be changed."

'Resa looked at Metticus Finch very carefully, trying to detect any semblence of duplicity. He was speaking truth and she could always tells when truth were colored with nuance to deflect the whole of the matter. She let her eyes flicker back to Youp as Mettie sighed and relaxed just a teense. "Did you write down all that you saw, Mettie?" She asked carefully. Mettie nodded affirmative. "Give me what you wrote so that I can have a better understanding" she stated firmly and not in a request sort of way. Mettie frowned, tempted to pull out his sword and brandish it about because, hellooo he is an important fellow! He thought better of it, though and instead reached into thin air and produced a thick sheaf of coarse paper with scrawled symbols on both sides of the many sheets.

'Resa wrinkled her nose at the peculiar odor of the writ, not wanting to know what the coarse paper had been before Mettie turned it to his use. She took the bundle and walked away to be by herself as she read his peculiar writing in her own peculiar way. Mettie and Youp could not understand how she managed to read whatever obscure language they chose at random when they knew she would eventually demand to read the writings they made now and again and 'Resa had no intention of enlightning them on her methods. She found a cozy spot at the end of a pier and began to whisper to the letters in her own green language.




As she whispered, the letters began their own way of speaking in reply. Moving from the page in ethereal glyphs of variant colors, hues and tones. They began to sing in songbird fashion. The lovely sound seemed to calll to the birds of the land and sea as well as a dolphin and one pod of whales far off echoed a reply as well. Soon the song became an aria of light and sound bringing to her a cornucopia of helpful singing birds, and nature sprites in rainbow coats shimmering.



... and one curious cherub in her formative years became visible in the distance, though approaching fast.

"Madimi! So nice to see you at the sea shore!" 'Resa said as she leaned toward the small form cradling a white dove with gentle hands.



Madimi replied with a wistful smile and shyly whispered a hello. 'Resa patted the pier deck with her hand, indicating to Madimi to sit with her and enjoy the sound surrounding them and filling the their hearts with the beauty of natures natural golden sounds and vibrant colors. Even the hillside meadow near the lake shore began to shape itself into patterns of the song chords and melodies, softly turning the smallest blades with gentle soft vibrations.



Madimi eased herself down and leaned against 'Resa gratefully. She was still unsure of herself in some aspects and clung to the childlike form as a quiet display of her need to grow. The others in her choir had long since abandoned such form but she just was not yet ready to do the same.

"It is the book to be called as Enochs' writ, 'Resa." Madimi said solemly, still cradling the messenger dove. "It will be used badly and discarded, then retrieved for proper use." she added, "Even as we speak, the man that would be my father but for his important work begins his long vigilant search for the treasures of the language you now hear in song." She peeked up shyly from under her long lashes, "I am to help him, Uri says." She beamed a truly happy smile at 'Resa.

'Resa smiled back and gave her a hug, "That is wonderful news, Maddie!! You know I will keep my word and watch for the signs and songs, right?" Madimi nodded solemly in reply.

Me: My Nick! Stop deleting my posts!


Nick: Again, it is not my doing. The Merry Takers, they are a booster club in more than one way.


Me: Hmmm, I'm going to grab those knuckle drapping feathered funsters and turn their wheels into weals.


Nick: Oh how they would love that, my dear.


Me: True that, I better stick to what I do best.


Nick: And that would be?


Me: Classified, my Nick

Here's my new and improved cresty thing with humming with style

Me: My Nick, I forgot to tell you I showed Mettie my pritha web, and how to use it to go anywhere. You know where he wanted to go?


Nick: I am sure I have no clue what percolates inside the Metatron, or his thoughts.


Me: He wanted to meet Youp! Hee hee, I showed him where Youp hangs out when he's not busy being my personal cretin. Its a nine thing, my Nick and Mettie does like the triple threes.


Nick: ROTFLMAO, thrice pwnd, my dear. Odin and Youp are different beings altogether.


Me: Doy, my Nick. I meant Zues, not Odin. I have no idea where Odin dangles to contemplate.


Nick: That is truth, my dear. Metatron were looking for knowledge, not location. The beauty of learning to drive is one can go anywhere at anytime. I am sure he visited where he stated he would go and since he knows how to drive your pritha web vehicle, he can go explore on his own. He dearly loves the possibilities of such a simple yet powerful way of unerringly finding anything, anyone, anywhere.


Me: Well that explains the prank in my car today, Mettie goosed me with his cop sounding siren, lulz. I felt the vibration all the way down to my naval, it were so compelling and unexpected. Perhaps he should become a volunteer fireman, lulz. With a siren like that though, he would be too busy beating back the flaming hearts of love for his company.Thanks for drapping me off topic, my Nick, how am I going to blab where he went now?

Hmmmm.... probably here...




Hmmmmm....but possibly here...





....And this! A lovely picture showed up on my computer, my Nick. I have no clue where it came from.

Me: My Nick! Tell Pan thank you for the hat. It is the only one I treasure in my heart, that is where I keep it until he wants it back.

Me:

The Learning Bend


Well 'Resa were very happy that Youp were following through and checking the status of all the engines, contraptions, adaptions, and calibrations. He being the thorough and over the top sort of being, decided he would revisit each and every item that his clever mind and nimble thoughts built. He was so thorough, he learned every device inside and out in totality, with no need to refer to his notes. He explained to 'Resa his workshop had to go. In his travels, he saw terrible events occur at the location; he tried moving to another location but even more terrible events ensued. He realized the location primacy were the component of greatest catalyst. After securing all of his vast assortment of fantastic innovations; he scoured the planet for the most stable place that were ill-fated by careless endeavors and moved as close as he could to the epicenter of events. He further eliminated trace residual occurances by maintaining a residence at hotel. The greater the variation and number of random beings present at a location; the less likely natural events would be turned to harmful and heinous future events.

'Resa thought that was a bit extreme but of course she had not seen any of the events Youp and Mettie strove so hard to bend back into the natural pattern of living and life unfolding in harmonious concordance. 'Resa had no interest in any of the details, beyond her absorption of the writ Mettie had allowed her to bully out of him. She spent her time as she always did, giving Youp stuff to think about and finding stuff to do, essentially following through in her own way by not becoming involved in such earth (potentially) shattering events. Mettie assured her earth shattering is quite possible and he could show her that, if she wanted to see how. 'Resa demurred, as usual, she liked to wander the past, her memories and her dreams. Youp had vowed to her that he would find time to chase her again and that were enough, Youp always kept his word of honor, no matter what.

'Resa didn't really need the techie device she had asked Youp to build, so she left it with him; never did she use it herself. She let him know that pretty dang soon she would be called to the lattice; then she would not be able to visit for a long time because she would be busy with her own duties and obligations as presented by life. Youp tried to tell her some stuff about her life in the future but she put her foot down, stomping on his foot every time he tried. "I do not want you telling me anything!" she would shout in her most ungrateful voice. Youp respected that choice but told her in his most pleasant voice that he would be doing what he wants all the hane, whether she liked that or not.

She retorted sarcastically, "Why don't you just build a radio station and automate it, cretin!!" Youp really began to laugh at that, and Mettie yelled, "Been done, had the time and you're going to love it!!" To which 'Resa replied, "la la la not listening..." as she turned her selective hearing to 'ignore' on the Mettie vines. She actually forgot about it immediately afterward and poor Mettie sat by the phone, pwnd for a long time wondering why she never called, but that is another story...

'Resa went to the shelf of her own workshop, she called her shop 'the wa cave' and sang the wonders of her imagination at the best of her song voice in this especially safe place. She never worried about anyone having to understand or listen to her musing or concerns in this hidden realm. In fact, beings would wander by and actually ask her questions on occaision. She was kind of nice to most of them and then the rumor that she were a kind and caring being became known far and wide. That only created more visitors and after a while, she knew just about everybody brave enough to venture into the vast labyrinth of her infinite depths of possibilities. The biggie bigs found her easy nature refreshing, they could kick off their heavy robes and crowns of glory, put on a baseball cap and a pair of cut offs, relax and be free of the need to posture for leverage.

Time flew and in what seemed a blink of an eye, she was called to her tour of duty. 'Resa went willingly; she remembered Youp would be trying to tamper on her stage of living. She decided the best way to avoid being tampered would be to get some ground rules from Creator. Creator anticipated that, being All and Knowing, He gently reminded her: Faith were all she really need hold firmly and the rest would fall into place with the natural fusion of love and integrity that held at her center heart of hearts.

So 'Resa didn't worry at all and Creator took care to give Youp a lesson in love. He held back 'Resa's memory of Youp, keeping it safely in the Treasury of Creator. This would bring Youp much anguish, doubt and sorrow but also surety and more love than one could dream possible.

When next Youp ventured into the frame of time where 'Resa served her duty, he decided he would surprise her with something very special. But when he found her, she did not know him at all. Poor Youp was crushed, he thought his repairs and shoring had somehow stolen 'Resa's rightful and untampered memories. In his anguish, he almost destroyed all the good he had brought about, luckily, Mettie assured him it were a Divine Intervention type of loss and he would have to have faith in Creator. Mettie had to remind him because Youp would not bring a request to Creator to help himself, ever and as it were Divine Intervention, Creator were doing the best for 'Resa. He was really pissed off though, and so he added a twist of his own. He added a few monkey wrenches of his own. He could not ask for the memories to return but he could try to coax them back to 'Resa's heart.

So Youp began a building project that he only shared with himself, his higher self. Together they devised a subtle game of remember. Dropping hints in plain sight, ensuring men of similar build and appearance wandered into 'Resas' life. 'Resa never failed to notice them, though she did not know why; she found herself fascinated with tall men of a particular type. Strong facial features, romanesque (greek actually) noses, and large feet/hands. As time went by and technology improved, he added mass media to his arsenal of reminders, including especially music to his weapons of mass instruction to recover lost memories. Each reminder were more successful; bringing her closer and closer to her heart at center. She easily remembered that she loved each portion of Youp, but never seemed to be able to grasp the whole form of the memory of Youp.

Youp tried over and over and added more information, more triggers to open the heart of his 'Resa. 'Resa remained oblivious; so much so Youp was almost convinced she was toying with him.

"No way, Youp!" Mettie assured him, "She's got selective memory by Divine Intervention, she is not trying to hurt you and you have to have faith, dude." Mettie had recently found this to be true because he saw 'Resa in the aethyr and she did not know him either. He tested her by asking her to keep an eye on his phone because he was expecting a call. Normally this sort of sarcasm would earn him at least two or three excellent insults he could use on his fellows but to his amazement she simply replied she would be happy to help him. This simple act brought Mettie to realize the profound power of love and learning and love of learning. He decided he would love to learn some more himself and chivvyed his fellows to do the same. Since Mettie is a Sugar Baddie and all, his fellows had to agree to learn in the fashion Mettie taught. They had some trepidation, everyone knows Mettis is kooky as they come, with a melon filled to the brim. They became more willing to go the distance when he added, "Youp and Loup are going to be learning and helping teach, dudes!! We're getting a real drummer and a real strummer and their fellows too!!"


Nick: Wait!!!

Me: What?

Nick: I need to see a guy about a dude.

Me: What a coh-inky-dink... I happen to know a guy. *snicker* I will wait. Nähe des Geliebten by Geothe, it popped up so I think I'll read to pass the time, my Nick

Me: Sheesh, my Nick. Don't hold back, if you want me to continue this little allegory. So shy [not!], lulz.


Nick: Write!


Me: Ok, but hey Geothe's poem is veir, my Nick:



I think of you when the sunlight shimmers,
beaming from the sea1;
I think of you when the moon's gleam
paints the streams.

I see you when, on distant roads,
the dust rises up;
in deep night, when on the narrow bridge
a traveler quivers.

I hear you when there, with a muffled roar,
the waves rise.
In the still grove I go often to listen,
when everything is silent.

I am with you, even if you are so far away.
You are near me!
The sun sinks, and soon the stars will shine for me.
O, if only you were here!

Me: I kinda like my satirical version, my Nick. You know I like to keep my tongue in cheek

Nick: ...

I think of you when the sunlight shimmers,
beaming from the seals;
I think of you when the moon's gleam
pens the deals.

I see you when, on distant roads,
the dust rises up;
in deep night, when on the narrow bridges
a traveler hup.

I hear you when there, with a muffled roar,
the waves rise.
In the still grove I go often to listen,
when everything is size.

I am with you, even if you are so far away.
You are near me !
The sun sinks, and soon the stars will shine for me.
O, if only you were sea !

Me: Har-vest coming up, my Nick

Nick: Write!!!

Me: I seem to remember please being in your vocab-


Nick: Write!!!

Me: *snicker* Okee dokee

The Turning of Learning



So Youp and Loup and their fellows met with Metticus Finch and his fellows. Its important to consider this was an atypical event. Though they all knew one another; their different duties always have them in competitive ventures and due to conflict of interest, fraternization outside of duty is strictly governed by a nightmarishly convluted guideline and ritual verbiage so tiresome none of them ever seemed to have enough leisure to gather and maintain their ethical criteria. Mettie somehow managed to sidestep the whole bureaucratic labyrinth by a timely response to his request for reconnect of his vine to 'Resa. It arrived granting him permit to rescind the ignore 'Resa had forgotten she set. Since 'Resa had duty in the area under Youps' juris they had an official reason to act as a team; an act they had all sorely missed.

Their first meeting was a secret enclave; officially called 'The Reform of the Orm" (though Youp unofficially called it something else that men enjoy rhyming with Orm). The meeting was a huge gala event and lasted for quite a time of libations and all sorts of remiiniscing, toasts, boasts, hosts, and finally wound down to mosts before getting to the itinerary. This is the way and order of their custom as it allowed much free talk to gain understanding and perfect dialogue dialects. Every enclave demands a language all its own to be sure none confuse it with other matters because it is conducted outside of the frames. Many knew slang become solvang language and unique "sign-if-i-can't" sigils to allay and shore up issues with the accentual diversity. Lists of needful tools, whims, wishes, wants, and exclusion matters were hammered into a short list then addendumed to the itinerary. Cards with values were decked out and dealt to each and every participant in a rare even distribution that provided the exact same leva as gré-gate, efficiently sidestepping the whole leve-rage syndrome that plagued so manhi of the vetted and vetters.



The official discourse was rather short in comparison to the whole of the event as it should be - though rarely occurred since the last rabet fusi-on had turned so many hearts and thoughts into competition.

The bottom line were discovery and in that portion they found an unexpected poker game opportunity. It seemed a group with bad intent had begun a campaign of cursive inflection with 'Resa their favorite tressa to unravel unkindly. Youp was livid when he gained the insight from the kindly Pan, with his Pan-oar-amicable view. Pan never liked to see such doings and felt very much relieved to be able to bring it to Youps' attention. As a categorical enigma, Pan usually stayed out of every goings on but his personal duty and truly admired the pluck of 'Resa; whose mission statement was read aloud.

Pan had been sort of keeping an eye out in an unofficial sort of way, so he personally vouchered to the integrity of 'Resa as well as Mettie. The other woodfolk rallied as well, when Pan gave his sweetest thoughts to the joy of music with his panpipes while the other fellows smoked in their own favorite fashion. Pans' profound gift of lyrical resonation were legend and so rarely enjoyed by more than the trusted clan of his personal adaptation... He considered himself an Elder-adge ship of dreams and so had long shared his songs with the mariners of the mysterious ship name US Elderidge that suddenly appeared in his realms over and over in sporadic fashion. The crew that arrived on and literally in that ship seemed to derive comfort from the tones of his pipes; distracting them long enough to allow the woodfolk a chance to free them from the horrible fusion that occurred over and over again.

So it were that Youp and Pan became fast friends and created their own sort of direct connection to ensure they stayed in contact at All time. Youp assured Pan he would get to the bottom of the whole Elderage situation and Pan assured Youp he would always keep one eye on 'Resa and be to her aide in the wink of an eye.



So all matters settled and excursions begun; the meeting was officially called from the table and the minutes recorded as required. The next step would be an intervention of radical and innovative pro-active style with hummers. A fusion of the reality layers folded in to one custom built frame that would allow them to do radical cursive deployment and avoid the actual time frame of the cursive. These were ancient Roma cursive oaths spoken against a being that had an obligation to be unaware of any supernatural activety and there fore lacked any type of personal shield to deflect malevolent ambush. Youp was amazed 'Resa had not been completely wiped out when he reviewed the reels of the frame where 'Resa struggled to hold on and remain unaware despite all the supernatural events that dogged her heels.

Loup couldn't stand more than a glance at the reels and promptly shored the legs of 'Resa with his own ka magick, providing her with four leaf clover foot cover rings. He then went to find a nice corner table to invite some of his best buddies from the ancient ties of his youth to have a good old school poker game. By happy coincidence, the table available just happened to be spitting distance from 'Resa, located just above her air condition-or and to the left of her slider door. So the game that was not a game with the players that know the rules and hold to them began in Fol-som foundation, location, and mitigation.

Me: (Thank you, Bam the Builder)


'Resa and Learning Roundabout


Well, Loup and his hoodlum friends met at the table, cut the deck, lit cigars at the ready and began to play poker in an amicable fashion. There peaceful (illegal in CA without a license) gamble were just getting down to draw when a loud obnoxious squawk emanated from 'Resa.

"Could you stfu! I'm trying to sleep over here and I can hear you boneheads playing poker!!!" 'Resa grumped in her unfriendly and cutting way.

Loup practically did a cheetah flip at the sound of that grouse. He winked at Pan (aka: Cracker) and giggled in a most un-Loup-like fashion as they ignored the complaint. He sent a memo-random stating to all involved, "Guess Who is not only a talker, she's a listener x2!!! (twice removed because they were two layers back at the time)

'Resa eventually fell asleep and at some point thereafter dreamed a strange dream. She found herself rising from the bed and upward through the ceiling/second floor. She could literally see the interior carpentry in between the ceiling and the second floor and just had time to get off one passing thought about that little wrinkle before finding herself standing on a boardwalk type of sidewalk in an old fashioned style of western lore, standing on the northern side of the township, which appeared to be a one street type of town. Despite its small stature as far as communities are concerned, there were many beings about, going to and fro along the boardwalk and into the various business establishments. 'Resa noticed that the beings did not seem to see her, in a general sense of vision and took that to mean this were a rest stop or something of that nature for the dead or non-corporeal forms of living entity, or whatever the non-carbon based life forms could be considered. She did not want to disturb them and so considered herself as dead, too.

She walked along, smiling and noticed it appeared a very bright and sunny day on the northern end of the western pop-ulation. As she looked about, she noticed one other being that actually seemed able to see her. She smiled happily at him, despite feeling a little uncomfortable with his choice of clothing, which seemed to be unduAlating and completely covering the being within the strange outfit. Perhaps because his grey eyes (though a soft brownish orange at the time) seemed so familiar and kingly. She added a few happy words to top off the smile saying, "Hey! Whatchoo doing here? Are you dead too?"

The being seemed slightly taken aback... perhaps even at a loss of spontanious reply because he just continyed to stare with his eyes which seemed more green than orange/brown after the remark from 'Resa.

'Resa continued walking in the eastern direction of the sidewalk/boaardwalk and shortly thereafter awoke to find the poker game over for the night. She went and got a soda from her tiny fridge (she was staying in a hotel at that time) and went back to sleep promptly thereafter.

Me: hmmmm a little bird told me to shamelessly steal some wheels & if I wanted to go to my day job. So I figured, hey! I know a band that fits the billin' and they (at least one of them) even enujoyed a dill-in, Bob style.


Nick: Day jobs are necessary for the classical underdog, my dear.

Me: I love that cartoon! Oh by the way the title to the movie was "Duchess and Dirtwater Fox"

Me: Hey, my Nick! Did you know Spiderzilla is married to Cracker?


Nick: Of course, my dear. *face palm^ [delayed reaction time style]


Me: Yep, when I signed up for you to be my main detective style dick, well I sort of put my siggy inside an oddly appropriate appendage attached to you. Around about the middle of the opening proper. Thankfully it were not a windy day, you know how excitable you are, lulz. I would have had to pack a lunch to put it there otherwise *snarky wink*


Nick: *snarkier wink* I am a master of control, my dear, I can stand on my head and do cheetah flips as well, from a standing position with all or none of my appendages whenever I choose.