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thebmatt · 4 years ago

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FFXIV Write 2021 Prompt #30: Abstracted

Abstracted – to have considered (something) theoretically or separately from something else.

I don’t like how I ended this one, but I was trying to wrap it up after midnight, so it’s a bit abrupt. I’ll likely work on it a bit more before I publish it in AO3 later.

“So those crystals, Aetherytes , you said? They allow you to teleport to any that you’ve previously attuned your aether to?”

Aleister Franks nodded. “Indeed. So long as your body has sufficient reserves of aether, of course. Tends to depend on how hearty you are, physically speaking, so adventurers and military folk may the most use of em.”

Gwenefyr Franks stared at the aetheryte. “Well…that’s pretty amazing. Something like this would have seriously cut into all those tips I made making portals back home.”

He laughed. “That it would. All right, now that you’re all attuned yourself, next stop on the tour, or perhaps the last stop, is right over there!”

Gwenefyr grabbed his hand and together, the pair walked eastward.

“Welcome to Bulwark Hall, the heart of the Mizzenmast, love. Originally built as a stronghold to protect the rest of the city from invasion. Elevators over there…” he pointed to the right of the central column of rock occupying the chamber “…will take us back up to the Drowning Wench once we’re done here, and further up to the airship landing we’ll be seeing tomorrow morning on our journey to the rest of the city-states. ” He pointed to the left. “Over there, that’s a direct lift to the Bridge, offices of Admiral Merlwyb and the rest of Limsa Lominsa’s governing officials. And sadly, much as I’d love to introduce you to the Admiral, the man guarding the lift there, his name’s Zanthael, and he’s a real stick-in-the-arse for only letting people with pressing official business in!”

Zanthael looked over to the couple, smiled, and tossed up a rude hand gesture.

Gwenefyr looked back to the doors to their right and left, both slightly behind them. “And what’re those doors for?”

“Um….storage I think? I’ve never been in, they’re always barred shut. Never even seen anyone guarding them, to be honest.”

“Then why is there a man waving at us from that one?“

Aleister looked to her, then followed her gaze to the door on their right, across from the Crow’s Lift. Sure enough, there was a roegadyn man there, clad in a Maelstrom soldier’s uniform. He was waving at the pair, and upon seeing he had both of their attention, gestured for them to follow. He then stepped inside the pair of doors and left one slightly ajar.

Gwen looked at her husband. “Do you know him?”

He shook his head. “No, but there’s a lot of people in the Maelstrom. Can’t imagine what he wants to talk about, though. Still, guess we’d better go see.”

“Lead the way, husband mine.”

The pair walked over and Aleister opened the door to let Gwen go through first, but as soon as it was ajar enough, the pair were both pulled into a shimmering blue portal by an unseen force. Their vision went white.

A few seconds later, both of them were able to open their eyes only to see that they were surrounded by what was definitely not the rock of the Mizzenmast, but instead a large chamber enclosed by what looked like ship bulkheads made of metal. Various technological devices, things that reminded Aleister of Allagan consoles and holographic displays were mounted all along every wall.

“Uh…where the hell are we?” Gwenefyr asked, sounding very concerned.

“I uh….I really don’t know, but unless the Admiral’s been keeping a secret treasure trove of Allagan technology concealed, I somehow doubt we’re in Limsa anymore.”

“We got pulled in, too. Just like I did when I found the portal that brought me here. Do you think that…”

He nodded. “It’s a logical conclusion. Let’s see if we can figure out where we are.”

“Or you could just ask”

Gwen and Aleister jumped, then quickly scanned the room. The voice had come from somewhere, but neither could immediately identify the source.

“Oops. Sorry for startling you. I’m actually not in there, though. I’m further in the….well, ship is probably the best way to describe this. I’m transmitting my voice from the bridge to you via a speaker. But enough about that. I suspect you want to know who I am and why I’ve brought you here, right?”

The pair looked at each other, then Aleister replied. “That would be correct. Assuming you don’t mean to do us harm.”

“Oh, no, not at all. But come, I’ll explain everything once we’re face to face. You should see some green lights on the floor, just follow them, it’ll take you on the most direct path here.”

Sure enough, a series of green lights illuminated the floor in an arrow pattern, which pointed to a section of the wall that slid down into the floor, revealing a hallway big enough for the pair to comfortably walk side by side. More green lighting illuminated the space within.

“You think this is on the level?” Gwen asked.

“I….think so. Whoever this is, this ‘ship’ of theres is packed full of technology more advanced than anything I’ve seen, now that I look more closely. This looks very different than anything I’ve ever seen from Allagan sites, and….I can’t explain it, but it just feels more powerful. Whoever this is, I think if they wanted us harmed, we’d never likely know it was coming. I suppose all we can do now is investigate.”

Gwen didn’t look entirely convinced, but nodded and grabbed his hand again.

The pair ventured down the hallway. As they continued to walk, more lights further up the path illuminated. Aleister noted that there were no other spaces in the floor for lights, nor did they have any kind of a path built into the deck that led any of the other doorways he noted as they walked.

He was intently studying them for the few minutes they’d been walking when Gwen held him fast. He stopped and looked to her, but she pointed ahead. He saw a shimmering transluscent field was obstructing the path, generated by some sort of emitters lining the walls and ceiling.

“Oh right. Hold on a second, lemme disable that. That’s one of the ship’s reality reset fields. You pass through that and….well, it’ll essentially reset your form to, ah, what it used to look like. Pretty sure you guys don’t want that, and I don’t want to do it to you.“

The field shimmered and then faded out of existence. The emitters retreated inside the wall, a series of flaps closing over them.

They continued along the illuminated path until it came to a doorway. The lights ran up the wall and illuminated the shape of a pointing hand that indicated the closed door. The door opened to reveal a large dome shaped room, dominated by a massive viewport that covered fully half of the dome, outside of which they could see an entire world just hanging in the blackness. Parked in the middle of the room were a series of those strange advanced consoles arranged in an arch around a single utilitarian chair seemingly bolted to the floor and facing away from the pair.

Aleister was dumbfounded by the sheer spectacle, but Gwenefyr found her voice. “This is….incredible. What is this??”

The chair spun to reveal a man sitting in it. He was a hyur, or at least resembled one. He looked somewhat stocky, wearing dark blue pants of what looked like a utilitarian fabric, made as a mix of durable and comfortable, and a red shirt with an image in white lines that neither of them recognized. His short hair and longer beard were both dark in color, but going grey at the edges. Excitement could be seen behind his black-rimmed spectacles as he stood to greet them. “Hey, hey, there they are! Been looking forward to meeting you two for quite some time!”

He extended a hand, and both of them tenatively shook it.

“Who…who are you? What even is this place?” Aleister asked, still not quite able to stop himself from looking around.

“Hah, right on to business I see. Well, can’t say I blame you, this is probably a lot to take in. Well, let me start. My name is Brandon. As to what this place is, we’ll get to that. And as to why I extended this invitation to you? Well, that’s a real long story, but it starts with me telling you this: Like you, I’m not from this, ah…what’s the term you guys use here…Star, that’s it! Not from this star.”

That got their attention. Both turned to look at him immediately. “Are you…are you an explorer of some kind?” Aleister asked, a mixture of awe and a little hope in his voice.”

Brandon shook his head. “Not exactly, no. But, perhaps I should start at the beginning.” He gestured to the massive viewport, at the round image that dominated it. “You recognize this, I take it?”

“That…that’s Hydaelyn, isn’t it? From far away, as if viewed in the firmament of the night sky” Aleister replied.

Brandon nodded. “Very good. And this?” He reached outword, hands splayed open. Small blue cubes of light appeared around his fingertips and be brought them closer together in front of him. As he did, the image in the viewport changed. Hydaelyn shrank and other spheres appeared, smaller copies forming a circle of which Hydaelyn was a part, but with gaps in multiple places.

“Wait, I recognize that pattern from one of the texts Urianger gave me! Is that supposed to be…the shards?” Gwenefyr asked.

“Indeed! But now comes the kicker.” Brandon brought his hands even closer, and the viewport shifted again. The circle of worlds shrank and moved to a side and a whole host of other illuminated spheres, each with is own ring of smaller spheres forming their own circles, appeared.

Franks just stared, mouth agape. There had to be well over a hundred of the circles. “What….what are those?”

Brandon smiled. “That, my friend, are other Hydaelyns.”

Gwenefyr gasped as Franks whirled to face him. “You…you did it! You figured out how to do it? What’s the secret, what have I been missing?”

Brandon’s expression shifted into a frown. “We’ll….get there. Still a lot I need to show you. But first…” He brought his hands together fully.

The viewport shifted again. All of the Hydaelyns shrank further, displaying as a wedge, barriered by a line of light, and adjacent to it…were even more worlds, each marked by a barrier of their own, arranged next to each other as though they were part of a large wheel that only a small section of could be seen.

Brandon raised his left hand, only two fingers extended, and made a swiping motion to the right. The display of the wheel shifted, the wedge of Hydaelyns moving to the right and a new wedge with its own series of white lights. An electronic chimed intoned and text appeared on the viewscreen below the wedge.

“Azeroth” Gwenefyr intoned, somewhat breathlessly.

Brandon nodded. “Inside there is your original home….along with with thirty-seven different versions of the universe of Azeroth. Each unique and distinct from each other in a myriad of ways”

“And that, my friends, is the tip of the iceberg of what we like to call the multiverse. A grouping of universes, mostly alike in structure and history, with different versions of a vast majority of the same people found on all of them, but each with certain ‘key differences’ that make them unique. Divergent points in history, different people in key positions of influence or power, things like that. All of them represented by a single one of these wedges. Swipe to another wedge, and you have a set of completely different universes with a different set of rules, history, people, entirely unrelated to anything in another wedge, with their own different universes with ‘key differences’, and yes thats a technical term by the way.”

He extended his hand again and continued swiping. That same chime played with each swipe, and another wedge moved to the center, text appearing that neither of the visitors managed to retain.

“Just to give you an idea of how many of these ‘universal clusters’ there are, I could sit here and swipe once every second, and it would be twelve hours before I even got halfway.”

Aleister turned back to him “I have so many questions…”

Brandon held up a hand to stop him. “I know. But first, you need to understand who I am, or more accurately, who I represent.

“Uncountable eons ago, there was a race of beings, the original name of which has long been lost, who were incredibly technologically advanced. They discovered the existence of other universes and before long, developed a way to generate gateways that crossed the metaphysical barrier that lie between them all. They found a universe similar to their own, but with seemingly small but impactful differences between them. But like them, their neighbors were peaceful, dedicated to knowledge and cooperation for the good of all, and so they established diplomatic relations with each other, working together to benefit both of their peoples.”

“This cooperation proved boonful, and so they did it again and again. A central citadel, home of a dozen different gateways to differing versions of their universe, was established over time, allowing the best minds to collaborate with each other and advance their civilizations together, for the good of all. The completion of a new gateway became a cultural holiday known as ‘Opening Day’, People from all over the varying universes would get together with their own counterparts and celebrate.”

“Unfortunately, they made an assumption. Every universe they’d traveled to, while having some cultural or political differences to overcome, ultimately was not terribly different. Their race was still the dominant one of the world, and they ultimately wanted the same thing, to be brought forward into their shared age of enlightenment and reason.”

“The very last gateway they ever opened was to a universe dominated by a predatory insectoid species that every other universe had destroyed early in their recorded histories. In this universe, however, the insectoids had won. And over time, they’d evolved into a vicious hiveminded swarm that had consumed nearly all other forms of life on their world. And they….were hungry”

Brandon’s face grew somber. “What followed, as you can imagine, was a cataclysm. The insectoids poured through the gateway in uncountable numbers, consuming all in their path. And since all the other gateways were centralized in the same spire, they soon expanded into every other universe. growing in vast numbers as they consumed more and more biomass. The race had no weapons to stop them, they had evolved past a need for them, and so they stood no chance against the insectoid’s single unified mind driving their massive vicious forms.”

“It took only a few months before the race was all but extinct. The insectoids had utterly consumed their entire civilization and culture. I say ‘all but’ because some two dozen did survive, boarding a small number of experimental craft meant to traverse the inter-universal space that separated them. What they found was that there were no other universes belonging to their people. They were all that remained. But as they explored the rift between worlds in their ships, they found others. Nothing like them, but full of live and people of varying kinds. But they also found others where forces of destructive power reigned as well, forces that would consume other universes if they were to learn of them”

“They vowed that they would never let the mistake they’d made happen again. The multiverse was glorious, yes, but also fragile. It needed to be kept safe from itself. And so they would become its Sentinels, watchful protectors and guardians.”

Brandon looked between them both. “And that’s who I work for. The Sentinels. They employ agents from across the multiverse to keep a close eye on individual sectors, a small group of universal clusters. I have the responsibility of keeping watch over the myriad versions of both Hydaelyn and Azeroth, among others. And that’s why we’re speaking today.”

Brandon brought up the images of the Hydaelyn wedge on the monitor. “Now, for nearly everyone, travel between universes is simply impossible. They can’t even fathom that it exists. There are powerful entities in some that might have the capability to tunnel through the inter-universal rift, but again, our best advantage is that they simply don’t know it exists. We keep a close eye on these entities, but most of the cross-universe incursions we have to deal with happen spontaneously and on small scales. Small portals between universes will spontaneously manifest, and sometimes living creatures will get caught up in them. WHen they’re dangerous, we intervene. Agents, like myself, are empowered to recruit beings from these universes to travel to a universe that something hazardous from their own has appeared in, and deal with the problem. They go home, we agents come in and wipe the memories of anyone who saw anything, and life goes on for everyone. These assets then go on with their own pursuits until such time as they are needed again, if ever. They are sworn to secrecy about the multiverse’s existence, but otherwise we ask no other obligations of them.”

“However, your case was a different one, Aleister. In your case, you not only didn’t threaten the universe you ended up in, you ended up actively working towards ending the threat of that universes versions of the Ascians, who as you might imagine are on our “shitlist” of potential problem entities. I decided to watch and see what you did, and you did not disappoint. You kept your origins secret, for the most part, and made yourself an even bigger threat to them. Normally, a cross universe incursion signals us to destroy a spontaneously generated portal, we keep them open for study until that happens, but yours we left open as a result of your choices.”

He looked over to Gwenefyr. “What I absolutely did not expect was that, in her tenacity to be reunited with you, your lady love would also find that portal and go through herself. And while I am a romantic at heart who is thrilled to see you reunited and happy, unfortunately, you’ve told your story to an increasing number of people on your Hydaelyn, which has forced me to act.

Aleister tensed. “Act? To what end?”

“As I said, secrecy is our prime directive. The more people know, the more danger the multiverse is in. You’ve not only told a fair number of people in your version of Hydaelyn, but thanks to the portal’s presence, your version of the Exarch managed to summon heroes to help you from other universes. In every other universe, he summoned people from that universe’s shards. Not in yours. The same thing happened when Rheika used Azem’s crystal against Elidibus. She brought allies from yet another universe. And in both of those instances, those Warriors of Light became aware of the multiverse, opening more avenues for the knowledge to spread. We cannot have that.”

Franks threw up his hands in frustration. “But look at the good we did! The final two unsundered Ascians, defeated! Who knows what other good we could accomplish if the Warriors of Light from all of the Hydaelyns came together? How many more universes could we save from their Ascians, and how quickly?”

Brandon pointed a finger at him. “And this is why I had to sabotage your experiments, you don’t comprehend the consequences of what you are doing. You forget the lesson of the Sentinel’s origins, already! If we do that, then everyone learns of the multiverse very quickly, and then they’ll start trying to enter it on their own. Look at this!”

WIth a series of gestures, Brandon brought a small number of differing Hydaelyn-and-Shards rings into view. He pointed to one of them. “That one? That’s your adopted home. Hydaelyn-83, by our numbering.” He pointed to the closest one. “This one is Hydaelyn-82, your ‘neighbor’ metaphysically speaking.” Four figures appeared on the viewport. “Recognize anyone?”

Aleister looked at the figures. One was a dark-haired midlander woman, another was a dark-skinned rava viera. He recognized neither of them, but the last two, a red-skinned xaela woman and a dark-skinned elezen with purple and red hair, he did remember. “Yes, those two. That’s Toragana and Veilette, they helped us defeat Hades!”

Brandon nodded. “Just so. On their world, these four are the Warriors of Light. Unlike you and yours, however, they allowed themselves to be almost wholly defined by the traumas of their past and elected to use their power to ensure that none would ever control them again. They would utterly destroy any who crossed them, in the name of dispensing justice, including Gaius van Baelsar, who did not escape the Praetorium alive as he did in your world. Their relationships with the Scions and the leaders of the city-states was extremely strained, but it was Gaius’ own death that proved to be their undoing. Without him, Valens van Varro’s WEAPON project went unopposed in secret, and he unleashed them in a devastating attack on Limsa Lominsa, utterly destroying the city and killing three of the four Warriors of Light.”

Toragana and the two unknown women disappeared from the viewport.

“With her sisters dead, Veilette went into hiding with what few followers she had. Though she had killed the Unsundered, no one was able to stop Fandaniel’s plans from moving forward. Now this Hydaelyn is a ravaged battlefield between Lunar Primals and Garlean warmachina, with the rest of the world caught in the middle, hiding in what few pockets of safety remain. Would you go to that world and potentially expose yours to that danger?”

Brandon pointed to another cluster. “Or perhaps this one? Hydaelyn-72. On this one, the Ascians miscalculated. They rejoined the First with the source, empowering the Black Rose gas with all of that Light aether from the First, but it was more potent than they imagined. The gas was extremely virulent, sweeping throughout the entire world, turning everything it touched into Sin Eaters. Now that Hydaelyn is a death world, a barren wasteland roamed by beasts of light and choked by toxic air, while the Ascians wonder how to salvage their grand plan. Would you see someone inadvertently open a portal to that universe and see that toxic air claim another entire star?”

Both Franks looked on in horror. Aleister spoke. “I….I see your point. But could the Sentinels not stop such things?”

Brandon laughed. “We don’t have the numbers or the tech to stop entire armies in a fight or to contain a virulent toxic gas from spreading. There’s a reason we try to keep universes contained, and that’s because if we don’t, once it progresses past a certain point, we don’t have a way to stop it. And so we work from the shadows, clipping small problems before they get big and erasing memories so no one remembers any of it that we don’t want to.”

Franks clasped his hands in front of his face, as Gwen placed a hand on his shoulder. “So, you said you had to act because I came here. What happens now?”

Brandon crossed his arms, his expression softening. “Well, per our protocol, I’ve got two choices for you. Choice one, I wipe both of your memories of all of your time on Hydaelyn-83, return you to your Azeroth, and wipe everyone’s memory of ever having met you. I don’t want to do that one, I really don’t. You’ve proven a net benefit to 83, you really have, but I have to contain this. So there’s my second option, you two, along with everyone else in the Scions that you’ve told, officially sign up as assets for us. If something from a Hydaelyn threatens people in another universe, I ask you to help me deal with it, you do so. I should stress that this is not a common occurrence and when it does happen, it’s even more rare that it’s a really difficult threat. Otherwise you live your lives with the knowledge you have of the multiverse with no other interference, from us at least, so long as you don’t spread what you know. Just know that if you take that option, the portal closes too. You never can go back to your original universe.”

Anger emerged on Gwen’s face. “You can’t possibly expect us to make that decision on our own. We have to talk to them, let them decide for themselves! They need to know what we’re asking of them!”

Brandon smiled. “Already did that. Told them all everything I told you yesterday. Every single one agreed to sign up and keep what they know secret, but only if you chose to stay. They didn’t want you to not have the choice to ‘go home’ as Dahkar put it.”

Aleister looked over at Gwen, who nodded to him. “It’s not our home anymore, we already came to terms with that. If our friends agreed to this, then it’s pretty clear how much they’re willing to do to let us stay, So, we accept.”

Brandon clapped his hands. “Great! I’ll take care of everything else. Just remember, absolutely no sharing this knowledge with anyone else, and no more cross-universe gateway experiments on your own, okay? Awesome. You guys can head out through that door, it’ll take you back where you came in. And don’t worry about being seen, I put up a small field around that doorway that basically makes people suddenly remember far more important things whenever they look at it. No one should bat an eye at you.” He gestured to a newly opened door that Aleister was fairly confident was not there before.

He extended a hand to Gwen, who took it. The pair smiled at each other and walked out of the ship, not looking back.

They emerged from the same doors they’d entered in Bulwark Hall. As Brandon had promised, no one even looked twice at them.

Aleister sighed. “Well, that was….a thing. I guess we better get back to the Rising Stones and tell the other Scions what happened here.”

Gwen nodded. “You think we made the right choice? I mean, I know we committed to this already, but this…it’s kinda final.”

Aleister smiled warmly at her. “Now that you’re here and staying with me? Yes, yes I do.”

“Then let’s head home, my love.”

“All right! Ready for your first aetheryte teleport?”

Gwen smirked and began casting the magick, rising into the air as she did. Franks smiled, and followed suit.

The pair winked out of existence, heading towards their future.

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chaoskirin · 6 years ago

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Fanfic -- A Temporal Folly -- CHAPTER 5

Fandom: Queen Genre: Sci-fi/Horror Rating: R Chapter Title: Detached (Chapter Five) Word Count: 2265 (oops!) Chapter Summary: Same thing, with 100% more Roger!

How we all mourn the broken Holding onto the slimmest ledge Our fingers slipping by the second Drawn to the inexorable truth That to change the fates of the never-ending masses Is to destroy the fabric that binds us all

2019

Roger crashed into his vanity, upended his chair, then fell to the floor. Winded, he fought against gravity to regain his feet, momentarily blanking on the logistics of up and down; in the end, he succeeded only in rolling onto his side.

What was he doing in his dressing room?

He was too fucking old for this shit!

Roger would admit that, unlike Brian (whose feet were firmly on good ol' Terra Firma), he often had his head in the clouds and had no qualms about breathing the vapors. So he wasn't surprised when his mind skipped past every logical explanation like dreams or hallucinations and went straight to alien abduction as an assured reality. It sure felt how he imagined an alien abduction would go, although the completely empty dressing room unnerved him a bit, and the blue light oozing out of the walls like a thoroughly squeezed snail was an odd touch. Had he acquired the good shit?

It said a lot about him that his second guess was "drugs," Roger supposed.

"Right. Up on the feet then," he told himself. Now that the initial shock had worn off, he reintroduced himself to the concept of three dimensions and peeled himself off the floor. His joints popped and cracked in protest.

As he tried to regain his bearings, he squinted at the weird gecko-like beast, stuck by its little spade-toes up in the farthest corner of Roger's dressing room. As calmly as he accepted his alien abduction, he took this in stride, only partly because his very brain seemed to have short-circuited. The rest was because he kinda hoped he'd made first contact before his dear friend and space nerd, Brian May. Wouldn't that just rankle!

"Where are your eyes?" Roger inquired at the toxic blue creature. It grinned with a maw full of sharp, irritating teeth.

In answer, it shuffled toward him, hissing like a leaky tire. Alas, it seemed he'd have to fight the thing. So much for peaceful first contact! How could he possibly fight this cow-sized creature, though, with its lack of eyes and weird suction-cup toes and its feral, white-rimmed grin?

He did what any blue-blooded Brit would do. He bunched it square in the mouth.

The thing was fast. In the blink of an eye, it had Roger's arm crushed between its teeth. He tried to cry out, but the creature already had itself wrapped around him; consequently, the only sound he could produce was a less-than-intimidating squeak. Every time he gasped, the creature constricted tighter.

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Witness. ---

1993

The alarm buzzed. John reached over and snoozed it.

Five minutes later, the radio started playing Sinatra, despite John ripping out the FM transmitter just the night before. Grabbing the entire clock-radio, he launched it across the hotel room, where it shattered against a mirror.

Then, for good measure, he sat up in bed and gave the lamp a good solid kick. He'd be billed for it, and probably even kicked out of the hotel. Maybe he'd sleep in a ditch tonight for the thrill of it. None of that mattered, though, since he'd wake up in the same bed, at the exact same time, annoyed once again by Come Fly With Me through a tinny, sub-standard speaker. He glanced at his watch.

"Three. Two. One." As he pointed at the door, somebody rapped on it and called "Room service!" "Fuck off!" John growled.

He'd seen Groundhog Day back in his own Theta-Universe just before traversing the portal. The coincidence wasn't lost on him. Who knew such a temporal anomaly wouldn't be caused by driving off a cliff, but by mucking about in the past!

The most annoying thing was that he couldn't write anything down, because everything would disappear when the day started over. Infuriating! He had so many questions, and limited memory with which to remember them, or their answers.

"What is this," he grumbled, sliding out of bed. "Sixty? Seventy? A thousand?"

Every morning, he made a tick on the wall. The next day, of course, it was gone.

It was at least sixty, though. He knew that. And in those sixty days, he'd pursued every opportunity to speak to Freddie, but this universe's version was reclusive and distrustful. Once, frustrated with the lack of positive response, John tried to drag him off so they could talk, and ultimately ended up in jail.

It didn't matter. By then, he knew he'd wake up the next morning safe in the hotel bedroom.

Today would be different, though, John mused as he brushed his teeth. Humming a cheerful ditty that was definitely not Sinatra, he pulled the hairdryer out of its wall holster and used it to smash the mirror. If his actions didn't matter, if everything would reset in 24 hours, why shouldn't he take out his frustrations on inanimate structures? He spit the toothpaste out in the middle of the floor. "It's a glitch," he told himself. John often spoke to himself now, since he had no friends in this universe. He technically didn't exist in it, which meant no one recognized him, which meant he had no friends. "We fucked up the code. It was too much. We shouldn't have--" Today would be different.

Over the past few weeks--relatively speaking--John worked on finding the key to fixing everything. By the very nature of time-space, the machine he and his other self built also had to exist in this world. He should have entered into the Iota-Universe at the machine's location, but the glitch interfered and spat him out elsewhere. After triangulating all possible points of interest, he found it in the basement of an abandoned school only a half mile away from the hotel. The proximity made sense. And if he was right, which he'd find out today, the location of the machine, the hotel, and Freddie would create a perfect line.

That revelation didn't matter much before, but now it made sense. It was the continuum trying to correct itself, pointing the way to solve the problem. If John could get Freddie to the machine, his presence would act as a battery, activating it and allowing everyone to go home. He had to. At this point, he teetered just on the verge of madness. Living the same day over and over couldn't have been healthy for anyone.

--- Today, he'd try a different tactic. Today... Today it would work.

It was sad in a way, how meeting up with Freddie had become routine. The first few times John saw he old friend, he couldn't even approach for the tears in his eyes. And Freddie looked so whole and healthy. Standing in the presence of Queen's legendary singer made John's heart soar!

But while this Freddie had similar mannerisms and a rather sizable ego, he was reclusive, bitter, and almost hopeless. In the rare occasion John managed to find the right combination of words and platitudes to get this version of Freddie to talk, every word dripped with regret and bile. After Queen failed, Freddie's life folded in on itself. He repressed his sexuality. Settled down with Mary. Lived miserably.

John had doubts about taking this Freddie back to the Theta-Universe, but he still waited in the same park every morning just to catch a glimpse of his old friend. Sometimes they'd talk. Sometimes they'd fight. Today, John intended to test his theory on the machine.

At eleven o'clock and four minutes, Freddie sauntered past the park fountain.

As casually as he could, John pushed himself off the bench, falling into step just behind Freddie. He tried his best to act as if he had somewhere to go and just happened to be traveling in the same direction.

Astute, though, Freddie glanced over his shoulder. "Are you following me, darling?"

Every day the same question.

"Yes, actually," John replied. Before Freddie could get angry, though, he regurgitated a bit of trivia Freddie gave him just a couple days prior: "I saw you at the Itherian last night. You sing, right? Was that you?"

Yesterday, the spiel was too desperate and overstated. Today, John reined in his anxiety and evened his tone.

It worked. Freddie's face lit up, every trace of doubt vanishing. "Hey, yeah! I don't remember seeing you there."

Damn. A new variable. He could ruin the entire day if he answered wrong. Crossing his fingers in his pocket for luck, he tried, "Oh, I don't like to be around people. I kinda stay toward the back when I go to those things."

"There were only eight people there, dear," Freddie replied, arching an eyebrow.

"Eight too many," John muttered, trying his best to let his anxiety float to the surface.

"Oh, you've got it bad, haven't you? Poor dear. Well, did you like the set?"

If John continued along this conversational path, Freddie would ask which song John liked the best, and John had no answer for that. At that point, Freddie would see right through him and the day would be a wash. "Loved it," he said. And before Freddie could ask the wrong question, he quickly added, "I actually have a little place in the basement of an old school just down the block. I could use a regular. You want to see?"

Was that too creepy? It sounded too creepy. He'd have to work on his delivery for tomorrow.

To his surprise, though, Freddie said "Lead the way!"

---

"Interesting that you had to break the lock," Freddie grunted as John led him down the steps. Every one of them creaked underfoot with a squeal that sounded like each board was about to snap in half. Had they been that loud the other times John came down here? They must have been. He was just nervous and his senses were playing tricks on him.

"Ah, it's a work in progress," John said, whisking the dust-discolored sheet off the machine. His heart hammered as he turned to Freddie, who was staring at the contraption with a mix of disgust and curiosity.

"Is this what you intend to use for music?" Freddie asked. "Good God, is that a broken television set?"

"Actually, the truth is..." John fiddled with the dials, clicking the calibration from 6-2-5 to 6-2-6. It should have turned it on, which would give a heaping portion of credence to John's story. Shifting the sub-space translator node into the low-mid position, he said a quick prayer...

Please work. Please work. Dryly, Freddie scoffed, "Did you build this yourself?" as nothing at all occurred. "It's liable to belch dust before it creates music."

"I'm gonna explain, I promise. It's just that I'm from an alternate universe..." The truth slipped past his lips has he re-calibrated, trying 6-7-6 instead. Normally, that would be too high, especially with the translator node where it was. Maybe too high was just right for the Iota-Universe, though? "I was going to show you--hoping to take you back... There's this place where Queen made it, Freddie."

"Oh dear," Freddie drawled.

"Give me a minute," John snapped.

It had to work. It had to!

"How do you know about Queen?" Freddie asked. John briefly looked over his shoulder, to find Freddie peering down his nose. "I've not told anyone about the name. You've been breaking into my house. Looking at my sketches!"

The stray thought that this Freddie was also paranoid touched on John's thoughts as he tried to troubleshoot. "No, you must have told me--"

"I don't even know you!"

John sighed, resigning himself to another failure. He could try another approach tomorrow, of course. And the next day if he had to. And then the day after that. He started to wonder if perhaps he'd have to rebuild the machine! That'd give him an excuse to see if remaining awake for multiple days in a row would allow him to move past the same stretch of twenty-four hours, but was it worth the trouble?

He wasn't sure he liked this Freddie.

As John fiddled with the calibration, something slammed into the side of his head. The force caused him to spin around in a half circle and collapse onto the dead machine. As he lost consciousness, Freddie raised the two-by-four in his hands for another attack...

That was the first time John died.

Then his alarm buzzed.

"Ow," John grumbled. Sitting up and kicking off his sheets, he rubbed his unbruised temple, gritting his teeth. Though the pain was gone, the memory caused more than a couple tears.

He never bothered Freddie again.

---

2019

Roger could no longer struggle. Though his lungs reflexively tried to suck in just the barest hint of oxygen, he could no longer breathe. Though not one for giving up, he had to admit that this was over.

All he could think about was how wrong it felt to see that glimpse into John's mistake. How could he possibly have lived the same day over and over without going insane?

And Freddie...

That monster wasn't Freddie.

You wasted your time, Deaky, Roger lamented. You should have stayed.

You have witnessed,

the creature said, squeezing Roger tighter and tighter until his ribs cracked and snapped. Choking with pain, Roger's vision closed in until the lack of oxygen dragged him into a surprisingly peaceful demise.

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Stella Law of Attraction Script Stories 56

October 03, 2017

Stella Law of Attraction Script Stories 56Start time 944 amResume time 1044 amCompletion time 104pm

I Call Upon What I Imagine To Be The Influence of Benevolent Spirits From the Heavenly Realms, my higher self, and my celestial spirit ally team for creativity in both my writings and all other areas of my life both present and future

Stella Law of Attraction Script Stories 56December 21, 2017I Stella Carrier feel blessed because my marriage with my sweet and handsome husband Rusty Ridler becomes more closing and loving each day. Fortunately, I Stella Carrier achieved a vital dream of saving at least 1500 dollars after taxes by December 1 2017. I Stella Carrier also feel blessed because I am succeeding beyond my wildest dreams as well as contributing to the greater good for those around me in both my career at my University of Maryland College Park food services job and many of the customers and coworkers that I interact with as part of my job are more than satisfied with my customer service. I Stella Carrier am also blessed to be spiritually evolving and becoming wiser through both my volunteering activities that are also helping me evolve professionally and my therapy. I admit that I Stella Carrier originally had a goal to return to the 130s by this time but after some soul searching with my intuition and logic I reset that goal to the 150s weight tomorrow. I Stella Carrier am thrilled to say that I achieved reaching my bodyweight of the 150s territory by this time and it feels great to now weigh around a similar bodyweight that I did around late 2007/early 2008. This gives me confidence that I can be in the 120s bodyweight territory by April/May 2018 as I Stella Carrier intend to return to 125 pounds or thinner by April 1 2018 or sooner.June 14, 2020I Stella Carrier give thanks that I now make over 3000 dollars a month after taxes and I am in a stronger financial position to freely give my husband Rusty at least 200 to 300 dollars a month after taxes and still have plenty of after tax monthly money left over. My good money fortune actually started to increase in the autumn of 2017 with my University of Maryland College Park food services job after I received vital intuitive guidance from my heaven spirit ally team and my heaven higher self to save as much after tax money that I realistically can. I Stella Carrier listened to both my intuition and logic to avoid telling even my most well-meaning and talented coworkers even when they asked my after tax money pay for very good reasons, with of course telling my husband Rusty Ridler for obvious reasons and trusting that he would keep it between us my monthly after tax income. Fortunately, I Stella Carrier succeeded in saving over 1500 dollars after taxes by December 1 2017 and over 3500 dollars after taxes by May 1, 2017. I Stella Carrier feel blessed to report that I now have over 40,000 dollars after taxes saved by June 1 2020. I feel blessed to say that I am in strong money position to both get my wonderful husband Rusty Ridler both a nice gift and still have plenty of money left over. I Stella Carrier also feel blessed that the marriage between my sweet and handsome husband Rusty and I continues to get closer and more loving. I Stella Carrier also feel blessed that my husband Rusty Ridler is both sweet and very affectionate.

Memoirs of A Heaven Afterlife Communication Part 24

December 25 2100,

Dear Stella Carrier this communication comes from your future higher self who is helping to set up festivities near a party area for both amateur and professional runners who have recently passed over and writers both those who have passed over and for any spirit living in these celestial spheres who has interest in writing. Your main spirit guide wants me to relay to you that the reason why he got your attention with the happy and attractive female pictured in one of the youtube videos today was to push you to ensure that you keep getting thinner as a priority high on your goal list, yes even if that means you have to change your writing schedule andor the way you write online to achieve this goal. Before I as your future higher self go into a gold and orange castle to help organize for this party I have to relay the message to you that you are far from alone and have a team of hundreds of celestial spirit helpers to assist you as well as the gift of your intuition both to be a stronger contributor to others both through your volunteering efforts and through your job. That is the other thing-even if you have to change how often you are online andor the way you are online-both he and I emphasize to you that time must be made for both your volunteering and creativity and within the next 2 weeks or less please list 8 out of the 10 books that you intend to use to joyfully change your life. Yes others are going to judge yet there are also going to be supporters who may approach you privately either online andor in person who are going to indirectly andor directly inspire you on how to best apply what you have planned to use for sure within the next 13 months at a minimum. I as your future higher self depart to the party with love but for the following messages are recommended that I relay to you

at least 750 dollars after taxes in savings or more by November 1 2017 or sooneressential therapy and volunteering once a week even if I have to modify my writing and sleep schedule to do it-i.e. leave for therapy andor volunteering at a similar time as my sweet husband Rusty Ridlervolunteering and therapy deadline to set for myself-two weeks from now or lessVolunteering to build my leadership and social/relationship communication skills as well as to cross train myselfletting go of more items by November 8 2017 or soonereating at the same time each daytake educational courses post them online once a weekapply to bachelors degree programs-path to unfold by 5

classdouble majorseeing a ship in my dream two days in a row part of my life purpose-taco bell dreamhave one of the characters discuss sleeptime dreamsdaily-write a little of my planned story I intend to self publish from now on in secret email, complete by ideally December 1,2017 or soonera day in the life of my ideal look at least once a weektwice a week what I am doing nowaimee gates and career daily ideally but do aimee gates first but strive to do both dailyAdditional intuitive insights especially to develop my creativity-Part 2Divide into travel to future heaven worlds for career guidance and future earthCurrent earth life-relocation/travel edition plus communication with celestial spirit ally teamSleeptime dream entry career diary, future higher self in already created script entries and new ones on my off days at least once a week aim to do daily, Weight loss richer life edition career life before and career life afterwards,5 Scripting4 Aimee gates3 A day in the life of-5 profiles8 times higher self-future afterlife a monthVital Intuitive InsightDivide into travel to future heaven worlds for career guidance and future earthCurrent earth life-relocation/travel edition plus communication with celestial spirit ally teamSleeptime dream entry career diary, future higher self in already created script entries and new ones on my off days at least once a week aim to do daily, Weight loss richer life edition career life before and career life afterwards,

From Pandora; Duran Duran radio station; Eye Of The Tiger by Survivor, Let’s Dance by David Bowie, Rock the Casbah by the Clash, Need You Tonight by Inxs, Head Over Heels by Tears For Fears, Cars by Gary Numan, Ordinary World by Duran Duran source I prefer to keep secret; You Make My Dreams Come True by Hall and Oates, Magic by the Cars, You Might Think by the Cars, Saturday ( I Like to Move it ) by Basshunter, I Feel You by Depeche Mode, Burnin Desire by Lana Del Rey,In Your Room by the Bangles, Some Guys Have All The Luck by Robert Palmer,I Can’t Stay Away by the Veronicas, Delirious by Steve Aoki feat. Kid Ink Chris Lake Tujamo, Come Baby Come by K7,A Horse With No Name by America, Come Go With Me by Expose, I Feel You by Depeche Mode, I Think We’re Alone Now by Tiffany, Jump Around by House of Pain,Heaven is a Place on Earth by Belinda Carlisle, Out of the Blue by Debbie Gibson, One Way Trip by Havana Brown, Confident by Demi Lovato, Good for You by Selena Gomez feat. A$ap Rocky, Make Me Like You by Gwen Stefani, Do Ya Think I’m Sexy by Rod Stewart feat. DNCE, Cake by the Ocean by Rod Stewart, Addicted by Saving Abel, Get Low by Liam Payne and Zedd, Love So Soft by Kelly Clarkson, Team by Iggy Azalea, Glamorous by Fergie feat. Ludacris, My House by Flo Rida, That’s What I Like by Bruno Mars, Hymn for the Weekend by Coldplay feat. Beyonce, Paradise by Coldplay, Don’t You Worry Child by Swedish House Mafia feat. John Martin,What Lovers Do by Maroon 5 feat. SZA, Move Your Body by Sia,More Than You Know by Axwell, The Look of Love by ABC, Strip That Down by Liam Payne feat. Quavo, Angel by Madonna, Love So Soft by Kelly Clarkson, Sowing the Seeds of Love by Tears for Fears,Greenlight by Pitbull feat. Flo Rida and Lunchmoney Lewis, This is What You Came For by Calvin Harris feat. Rihanna, Lady by Austin Mahone feat. Pitbull, Cake by Flo Rida & 99 Percent, This Strange Effect by Hooverphonic,from Pandora Dance Pop Radio; Carry On by Kansas, Replay by Iyaz, Personal Jesus by Depeche Mode, How To Save A Life by the Fray song length 423, I Just Died In Your Arms by Cutting Crew song length 440, OMG by Usher feat. William of the Black Eyed Peas song length 429, from Pandora Dance Cardio Radio; You Make Me Feel by Cobra Starship feat. Sabi, Feel This Moment by Pitbull feat. Christina Aguilera,Turn Me On (Remix)by Kevin Lyttle song length 323,Scream and Shout by Will.i.am and Britney Spears song length 442, S&M (Dave Aude Club mix) by Rihanna song length 728, Calvin Harris Summer extended edition song length 456, Dark Horse by Katy Perry feat. Juicy J song length 335, Calabria 2008 by Enur feat. Natasja, Low by Flo Rida song length 349 (less than 3 hours after I secretly typed My House by Flo Rida from secret sources), Save the World by Swedish House Mafia (Zedd Remix) song length 621, 3 by Britney Spears song length 325, Pandora Dance Pop Radio Broken Wings by Mr. Mister song length 445, Fly by Nicki Minaj and Rihanna, Fly Away by Fat Rat and Anjule, Hold Me Now by Thompson Twins song length 446, Pandora Dance Cardio Radio Back in Time by Pitbull song length 327, Just Dance by Lady Gaga, Amazon music storytelling playlist shuffle mode; The Boys of Summer Don Henley Whatta Man by Salt N Pepa The Power of Love by Huey Lewis and the News Self Control by Laura Branigan Low by Flo Rida feat. Tpain Crazy B by Buckcherry UhOoh Never Leave You by Lumidee feat. Busta Rhymes Take Me Down by Alabama You Can Do Magic by America Step by Step by America

https://scs.georgetown.edu/academics/professional-certificates/

Laurene Powell Jobs is buying a big stake in Wizards, Capitals sports empire

By Thomas Heath

https://www.washingtonpost.com/business/capitalbusiness/laurene-powell-jobs-is-buying-a-big-stake-in-wizards-capitals-sports-empire/2017/10/02/065d37ca-a39a-11e7-8cfe-d5b912fabc99_story.html?pushid=59d38230d4ac501c00000092&tid=notifi_push_breaking-news&utm_term=.cc15f9803681

75 Best Colleges for Food for 2017By the Daily Mealhttps://www.msn.com/en-us/foodanddrink/restaurantsandnews/75-best-colleges-for-food-for-2017/ss-AAsDlE5vital intuitive insightsstart food and fitness log by Thursday walk to metro twice by Thursday and to stamp at least tomorrowat least 750 dollars after taxes in savings or more by November 1 2017 or sooneressential therapy and volunteering once a week even if I have to modify my writing and sleep schedule to do it-i.e. leave for therapy andor volunteering at a similar time as my sweet husband Rusty Ridlervolunteering and therapy deadline to set for myself-two weeks from now or lessVolunteering to build my leadership and social/relationship communication skills as well as to cross train myselfletting go of more items by November 8 2017 or soonereating at the same time each daytake educational courses post them online once a weekapply to bachelors degree programs-path to unfold by 5

classdouble majorseeing a ship in my dream two days in a row part of my life purpose-taco bell dreamhave one of the characters discuss sleeptime dreamsdaily-write a little of my planned story I intend to self publish from now on in secret email, complete by ideally December 1,2017 or soonera day in the life of my ideal look at least once a weektwice a week what I am doing nowaimee gates and career daily ideally but do aimee gates first but strive to do both once a weekAdditional intuitive insights especially to develop my creativity-Part 2Ideally once a weekDivide into travel to future heaven worlds for career guidance and future earthCurrent earth life-relocation/travel edition plus communication with celestial spirit ally teamSleeptime dream entry career diary, future higher self in already created script entries and new ones on my off days at least once a week aim to do once a week, Weight loss richer life edition career life before and career life afterwards,5 Scripting4 Aimee gates3 A day in the life of-5 profiles8 times higher self-future afterlife a monthVital Intuitive InsightDivide into travel to future heaven worlds for career guidance and future earthCurrent earth life-relocation/travel edition plus communication with celestial spirit ally teamSleeptime dream entry career diary, future higher self in already created script entries and new ones on my off days at least once a week aim to do daily, Weight loss richer life edition career life before and career life afterwards,

For moments when writing must be rationed to an hour or shorter/brieferLaw of attraction 6 to 7 months projected or sooner and a law of attraction exercise

Resources part threeYoutube video; 2015 Midsummer Fantasy Festival Official After Video from Norfolk FesteventsYoutube video; Norfolk Harborfest2017-Silver IFEA Award Winner Best Video from Norfolk FesteventsYoutube video sponsored by VisitNorfolkVirginia; Norfolk is Distinct Diverse and Dynamic

buying a cheap car7 rules for buying a cheap used car with cash

http://clark.com/cars/buying-a-used-car-with-cash/

How to Buy a Really, Really Cheap Car

https://www.cartalk.com/blogs/jim-motavalli/how-buy-really-really-cheap-car

Tips on how to find a cheap, reliable used car to buy

By Philip Nerdwallet

https://www.usatoday.com/story/money/personalfinance/2016/11/12/nerdwallet-buyin-a-reliable-used-car/93667546/

20 Cheapskate Secrets to Buying a New Car

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/gobankingrates/20-cheapskate-secrets-to_b_9473230.html

https://www.edmunds.com/car-buying/10-steps-to-buying-a-used-car.html

7 Considerations For Buying A Cheap Car

https://www.modestmoney.com/7-considerations-for-buying-a-cheap-car/

https://scs.georgetown.edu/programs/70/master-of-professional-studies-in-public-relations-corporate-communications/overview?utm_source=Google&utm_medium=Search&utm_campaign=FY18_GDN_RT_PRCC_728x90&gclid=CPmR8tDy0dYCFdaNswodDAsL2w

What’s The Best Place To Buy A Cheap And Good Used Car by Steven Lang

http://www.thedrive.com/opinion/5015/whats-the-best-place-to-buy-a-cheap-and-good-used-car

Everything you need to know about Hugh Hefner's 4 children, who could inherit his Playboy empireBy Carrie Witmer

http://www.businessinsider.com/who-are-hugh-hefners-4-children-cooper-marston-david-christie-2017-9/#cooper-hefner-26-years-old-1

I'm 27 and I've saved $200,000 — here are the 7 best pieces of advice I can give you about moneyBy The Money Wizard

http://www.businessinsider.com/best-advice-money-millennial-saver-investor-2017-9

https://www.hugoboss.com/us/womens-clothing-accessories/

Amazon recently made a 10-part series about Hugh Hefner's life — here's how to watch itBy Carrie Wittmer

http://www.businessinsider.com/amazon-made-series-american-playboy-the-hugh-hefner-story-watch-2017-9

‘The White Princess’ Finally Coming To The UK In November On UKTV Drama

https://www.geektown.co.uk/2017/10/03/white-princess-finally-coming-uk-november-uktv-drama/

Arizona State University Onlinehttps://www.asu.edu/success stories such as Shelby Giles, Dyanne Smithhttps://scs.georgetown.edu/programs/70/master-of-professional-studies-in-public-relations-and-corporate-communications/success-stories

storytelling ideas/conceptsGreater Talent Network, a major speaking bureauDistinguished visiting professor of politicsDistinguished Visiting Professor of WritingCareer Adviser in the Department of Communications UCLAMember of Advisory board of an online education and certification firmHousing First ProgramNon-profit organizationAmateur triathlete and runnerNation’s TriathlonWashington D.C. TriathlonSave 10 percent adAn interesting ad that popped up less than 3 minutes after I typed the word Move by SiaAn amazon intell ad saying if your customer is on the move join them, due to the website link being connected to my amazon website link I prefer to avoid listing it from amazon for privacy reasons relating to my login, however I had to at least reference the words for anyone seeing this who wants to look up the ad on amazon.This Strange Effect by Hooverphonic resonated within my soul today less than 10 minutes ago after hearing it featured on an ad connected to youtube today of a woman in love with her partner who wants to capture an image for her on what looks to be a phone. The song is both haunting and beautiful in a unique way especially with the gorgeous vocals.The youtube song for those curious to listen to itThis Strange EffectHooverphonic Topic

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http://www.homedepot.com/b/Paint-Paint-Colors/N-5yc1vZcaw8?cm_mmc=ola|carat|10876605|200950979|403208338|91941981

listed price 1797 for paintAs with other people, my prayers and well wishes go out to everyone affected by this shocking incident that occurred in Nevada during the Harvest Music country festival. Obviously, I do not condone whatever drove Stephen Paddock to do what he did to many innocent people yet I am surprised that one motive is not being as widely discussed; what was Stephen Paddock’s social life, love life, and overall career life like from the time he was in his 30s andor even his 20s until 64 years of age. I say this because I noticed that he chose to kill so many people when they were having fun with their friends for family, was he wishing that he could be like some of the concert goers who have abundant family members andor friends surrounding him but instead of channeling that energy to get out there and meet people like other people do, you can pretty much get the picture. Additionally, I would also see if the law enforcement officials are comfortable interviewing Paddock’s family andor even at least one or both of his exes andor in laws again to see if he was always rich in order to see if he felt the need to do what he did to both inflict revenge andor save face as it is human nature for even some family members to keep their distance emotionally if they are concerned about you possibly needing their help financially even if temporarily andor they would freely offer their help. I would also interview the in-laws andor any coworkers andor friends he knew in his 40s andor 50s to get an idea of how his social and love life was like without shaming anyone if they happen to tell a harsh truth about him (in order to get them to feel safe to open up about any hidden motives that may not be apparent to other people who may not have gotten to know him until Paddock was in his 50s/60s when he became wealthier). I believe Paddock’s brother that they got along, but obviously there had to be some details that were hidden from even his brother as it is also human nature to sometimes withhold andor be secretive about certain things from even the most well-meaning family members.Las Vegas shootingSpecial ed teacher, kindergarten teacher, nurse who shielded wife among those killedBy Emily Shapiro and Julia Jacobo

https://www.yahoo.com/gma/registered-nurse-among-those-killed-las-vegas-mass-173706625--abc-news-topstories.html

I am keeping this Washington Post link pertaining to Laurene Powell Jobs both for storytelling reasons and to help me understand some of the stories that catch other people’s attention as it pertains to real-life.

Laurene Powell Jobs is buying a big stake in Wizards, Capitals sports empire by Thomas Heath

I admit that this article pertaining to Prince George’s School Lunch menu catches my attention both because Prince William and his wife Kate Middleton seem like a happy couple in love who also care about their kids and also due to the nature of my job pertaining to food services at a university. Thanks to my current job I am aware of at least a couple of long-term/lifetime career goals/ideas to have and this article pertaining to the meal plan at Prince George’s school gives me a fun and creative idea on imagining what the school lunch ladies at Thomas Battersea School work to prepare foodwise.Prince George's School Lunch Menu Is Revealed, and It's Fancier Than a 5-Star RestaurantBy Perri Konecky of PopSugarhttps://www.yahoo.com/lifestyle/prince-george-apos-school-lunch-203000729.htmlhttps://www.yahoo.com/lifestyle/prince-george-apos-school-lunch-203000729.html

Resources

AffirmationsI mark a new beginning in the book of my life and wisely use the free time I have been giving to rest and tune even deeper into various aspects of my life-spiritual, athletic goals such as walking more, balancing my writing time with some online courses I have enrolled in etc.I am in the process of becoming more cool,level-headed, and wise when it comes to how I conduct myself around my current work colleagues and future coworkers as I am now logically and intuitively aware that some of them may follow me to where I may reside within 7 years from now or less regardless if I am a private sector andor a government/military worker/employee.

I am well provided for. I live in an abundant universe.

http://www.fantasynamegenerators.com/stage-names.php#.WTqvpOvyucw

http://www.fantasynamegenerators.com/dimension-names.php#.WXs6PVWGOcw

Resources and Affirmation

http://www.fantasynamegenerators.com/destiny-awoken-names.php#.WXs611WGOcwns

http://www.fantasynamegenerators.com/My psychic abilities expand each day.I am creating heaven on earth.

more resources

part 3 resourcesI understand that I already posted these yet I admit that I am following my intuition and logic to post these again in both the career stories and scripts for towards the end affirmations and resourcesAffirmationsEach Day I am in the process of improving upon creating heaven on earth for myself and my husband in all areas of my life both present and future as well as for the highest and greatest good for everyone involved.I Stella Carrier am in the process of balancing my earthly concerns with areas pertaining to my celestial/spiritual growth as they intersect with my pursuit and intent to tap into the essence of wisdom and my genius abilities in all areas of my life both present and future.I Stella Carrier enjoy the blessings of my imaginative abilities, intuition, creativity, and my gift of resourcefulness all increasing each day in all areas of my life both present and future.Affirmations

I am creating heaven on earth.

I am learning to be in the right place at the right time at all times.

I am learning to live all areas of my life in alignment with my divine life purpose for both the present and future

My psychic/intuitive abilities, creativity/imaginative abilities, and my ability to tap into my wisdom are expanding each and every day.

https://www.orindaben.com/pages/rooms/affirmations_room/

I am a healer through my words, thoughts, and deeds.

I am aware of the messages my guide is sending me.

I receive impressions from my soul and higher self.

I am magnetic to my higher good and it is magnetic to me.Celestial Intuitive InsightsGoal; aim for 6 miles per day and writing 5 times a week time limit one hour and 30 minutes, resource gathering 15 minutes max- one hour and 45 minutes max minimum half hour and minimum 2 minute resource blogging, eat first and then write, writing twice a week away from blog, public blog writing at least 4 times a week and maximum of 7 times a week

Schedule them persistence is imaginative and intuitive keyOther things for me to keep in mindEat first thing in the morning ideally at homeMale playlist-akon beautifulCarry pictures of my body inspirations aroundUsing the career process book my friend gave meYear 2024 or laterClassroom party settingAllow delay or writing today but create tomorrow the following writingsWhat I did do rightIntuitive insightsSleeptime inspired/waking life storytelling ideas

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