Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Story Challenge part 2

OK, so here is part two of the story. There is atleast one more part to come to finish this story. A quick recap for those people to lazy to go back and read part one: There were a people that lived peacefully who were ran out of their home by jealous giants. They fled to the forest and their met a mighty bear god who gifted them with part of his mighty roar to help the people try to scare off the giants. So that was part one and this is now part two. Enjoy.

Now Xanchentes went out to face the giants and let loose his mighty roar. When the giants heard the mighty roar they were afraid. But when they saw it was just Xanchentes they laughed and started hurling big rocks at him. Xanchentes danced around the hurled rocks and fled back to the forest and that is why to this day there are many big rocks scattered through the fields around our village.

Xanchentes then told this to the bear, "I let loose a mighty roar and the giants did fear, but when they saw that I was so small compared to them they laughed and threw rocks at me. How great god of the forest do we scare off the giants when they are so much bigger than us?"

The great bear then said this, "You must go talk to Brother Wolf for he knows how to take down larger prey. Ask him to teach you his secrets so then you could fight off the giants."

So our people went into the forest and found Brother Wolf. Now Xanchentes told this to Brother Wolf, "Oh great and noble Brother Wolf, giants have driven us from our home and we are a peacefully people and we don't know how to defend ourselves. Brother Bear gifted us with part of his mighty roar to scare the giants but they laughed at us and hurled big stones at us. Brother Bear told us you have secrets of taking down larger prey, Oh great and noble god of this forest, will you teach us your secrets so that we may drive off the giants and go back to our home."

And here is what Brother Wolf said, "I am but the pack leader of many wolves. Our secrets are many but here are a few. We stalk our prey quietly and get in close unnoticed. We attack from many directions at once, confusing the prey and causing panic. We do not attack the strong but instead the weak, the young or the elderly or the sick. We bite their legs with our sharp fangs so they can not run away from us for long and chase them until they collapse. In this we reduce the numbers of our prey and terrorize them."

Xanchentes then said this to the wolf, "Thank you great and noble wolf for teaching us your secrets. Surely now we can drive off the giants and return to our homes." So our people made spears to be their fangs and plotted the attack on the giants from many sides.

Now Xanchentes went out to face the giants again and let loose his mighty roar. When the giants heard the mighty roar they remembered what fun it was to hurl rocks at him and went out to do so again. And as Xanchentes danced around in the field all the strongest giants hurled their many rocks at him. Only this time Xanchentes did not flee but kept dodging the many rocks. And while the strongest of the giants were hurling their many rocks, many young and elderly giants had come out to watch the new sport.

Now our people leaped out and started their attack from many directions on the young and elderly giants, using their spears as sharp fangs to bite into their prey and spreading confusion and panic among the giants. And as the wounded giants tried to run away from our people, they continued to stab their spears into any giants they could find. And many of the young and elderly giants were thus wounded and did eventually collapse from the chase and were slain.

Monday, September 28, 2009

lazy bum

Okay so I wanted to post part two of my story challenge story but I'm being lazy. I have some of it written and I know exactly what I want to say, but I don't feel like typing anymore right now. I didn't get a chance to relax this weekend as I was working overtime all weekend. So I will try to finish that story in the near future. I just wanted to let everyone know that I was in fact still working on it. Anyway everyone have a great day. I'm going to go relax and sleep now.

Friday, September 25, 2009

Story Challenge part 1

The story is being written but it's becoming longer than I had first thought it would be. So I will post it in parts as I write it. This the first part. I hope you enjoy.


Can you guess what this is? I bet you would like to know. Mysteries tend to intrigue the populace, but they give up too easily. If only you had seen what I know to be true. For me, I
had a choice, and I was an idiot; I could have been a part of the ignorant masses. That was too simple for me. This is my story....

It is said the in the times long ago that gods and giants walked the lands. And in those days our people were happy and plentiful. On the hill overlooking the river to the east of this very
village was a great old tree of many fruits. All our ancestors had but to ask of it and it
would lower its branches and they could pick from its ever ripe fruit as they pleased.

And one day the giants grew jealous, for they had grown so tall to reach up into the trees of their homeland to get at the pleasant fruits, for their trees did not heed to their calls and
lower their branches to them. So the giants brought war onto our people to take the tree. And in those days our people had lived peacefully with everyone under the sky and knew not how to defend themselves against this attack and were driven from the land.

Into the forest they fled, but the trees of the forest did not yield their fruit as easily as did the great old tree of our home. Then one day the great bear god of the forest came to our
ancestors and said to them, "I have heard your laments for your lost home and see that my
forest does now welcome you as one of its own. Why do you not take back your home where you were so happy and your great old tree god took care of you?"

Now Xanchentes, our greatest leader of all time, stepped forward and told the bear, "Oh great and powerful god of this forest, we driven from our home by the giants, who brought war upon us for they were jealous, and we are a peaceful people and know not the ways of war."

The great bear then said this, "I, too, am peaceful and do not like the ways of war, but when someone brings war into my home I stand tall and let out my mighty roar to scare them off so that I do not have to fight. If that does not scare them I swipe at them with my powerful claws and rip them open for being so foolish to not be scared of me."

Now Xanchentes told this to the bear, "Indeed you are big and strong and scare off many, but the giants are bigger than us and stronger than us and scare us. How then should we fight them?"

The great bear then said this, "It is true that you are not so big and you do not look so strong, but I shall give you part of my mighty roar so that you can scare them off and then you should not have to fight them."

So Xanchentes accepted the gift from the great bear god and told the bear that our people would honor it for all time. The great bear then set its likeness in the sky so that we would always look up and be reminded of the great gift that it gave to us when we had no home and were wanderers in its forest.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

An old story retold

There are many stories and theories about what happened in a city on the fringe of the Roman empire some two thousand years ago to the leader of a group of radical religious Jews, but there is little to no real historical proof of any of these stories or theories. So I've decided to write my own story based on no historical proof and just a mixing of the various stories and theories I've heard over the years.

Yeshua was born into a Jewish household, of a teenage girl, whom others later claimed was a virgin, and who was married to older man who worked whatever random jobs he could in the area around the town of Nazareth, be that harvesting fields or constructing walls or herding sheep. Now this man was widower and already had sons and daughters from earlier wife, so Yeshua had older siblings, and undoubtedly as he grew up gained younger siblings as what husband would not lay with his wife no matter later claims to her eternal virginity.

Now Yeshua grew up as any poor Jewish boy would in that time, but I have no idea what that really means not being Jewish or living 2000 years ago. When he grew into manhood he undoubtedly work many random jobs as did his father and brothers. He found a wife and tried to raise a family. Something happened.

Now Yeshua is around 30 years old and goes to see this crazy guy in the wilderness that is preaching and baptizing people. He likes what he hears, gets himself baptized and goes out to start preaching his ideas to others. People like what he has to say and start to follow him as he goes from town to town to spread his ideas. He spoke messages that gave people hope that things would get better in their lives and did things that people thought miraculous. In those days there were many such wandering preachers with their followers, all with their own ideas and own interpretations of the scriptures, and some more violent than others.

What ever it is that Yeshua preached, he ended up going to the temple of Jerusalem and causing trouble for the priests there and he did so during Passover when the Romans were always more wary of trouble in the city that may start an uprising and riots. So Yeshua was arrested, tried, convicted, sentenced and crucified.

Undoubtedly I will be coming back to this story and filling in more details over the next few weeks, but I just wanted to lay down a general outline of the story for now.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Story Challenge

OK, so I've taken a few days off from writing anything here. I'm getting lazier. I used to write something every day. I had hopes of writing sections of short stories and posting them here and getting my writing skills up. But it seems instead I sit here staring at a blank text box trying to think of something, anything, to write until I finally give up.

So I propose I new challenge of sorts. I know I don't have many followers on this blog yet but maybe you can still help me in this. Leave a comment, a sentence or two, or whole paragraphs, that starts a fictional story of some kind, and I will try to develop it into a short story within the next couple of days.

And maybe I won't be able to write an ending to the story, so I will post what I can and then you or some one else can come along and add a few lines to get me started again, or even finish it themselves if they so choose.

So who wants to be first? Some one throw out an idea and we can see what will come of it.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Shattered Prophecy

Game track through the bramble
Soaring souls into the night
Horsemen upon the horizon
Justice prevails by Thunderbolt light

Balance and Sword hefted high
March the fields of Mars
Twist in the vortex
Lose yourself to the pain

Crumble the edifices of a rotted city
The hills heave up and toss off the false chains
The skies are crying bloody revenge
Washing away all the sins spring rains

NAO 9/19/2009

Friday, September 18, 2009

Metaphoric vs Literal

There are those people that believe the bible is the literal factual truth of history. And there are people that believe the bible is a metaphorical story to teach us how to live our lives without having to necessarily being factual true in terms of history.

Personally I think its far more metaphorical than literal in nature. When it talks about God creating the earth in seven days that is a metaphor, not a literal story claiming the earth was created in seven days. And lets not forget that the people 4,000 years ago when this story was first going around had a much smaller view of the size of Earth. And that's something worth noting for Noah's flood too.

Ask a child whose neighborhood got flooded last year and to them it may well have seemed like their entire world got flooded because everything they knew was suddenly under water. Who do you think would have passed on the story of the biblical flood? Would it have been Noah? Or would it have been his children and grandchildren?

An interesting thing to note about Noah's flood. Methuselah, the oldest man in the bible, died at the age of 969 years old in the same year as the flood. I did the math once just because I was bored, and confirmed it now when I looked up is name online. Just a bit of biblical trivia for you if you didn't already know that.

One thing to remember about the bible is that it wasn't written by one person. It was written by dozens of authors over hundreds of years. What does that mean? It means each one of them wrote in his or her own way, and for a different audience. So its quite possible, and quite likely, that parts of the bible are historically factual. But it is also quite likely that parts of it are more metaphorical than factual, where the lesson of the story was more important than recording the truthful events. And then there are parts of the bible that can be proven to not be historically factual at all.

The truth of the matter however is that whether or not the events of the bible literally happened as they were described shouldn't matter. When one is looking at the bible as a religious document what's important should be the message it tells in the stories, not whether or not those stories ever actually happened. And when one is looking at any book as historically accurate you most always compare to other sources. To trust one source and only one source when it comes to history is just a bad idea. And when it comes to biblical stories, there quite often is no other source, so to use the bible as a basis for the truth of history would not be a good idea.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

4 tales of 1 story

I have been lazy and have left my blog untended for several days now and for that I must apologize. The truth is that I could not think of anything that seemed worth talking about. I am reading a new book and it got me thinking about a few things.

As my previous posts on my biblical interpretations seem to garner the most response I am planning a few more posts along those lines. But first I feel I must get a few potential arguments out of the way first. So the first thing I am going to tackle is the idea that some people out there have about the bible being 100% without error, every word placed there by God's divine hand exactly as He wants them.

If you believe this you are an idiot who has obviously never actually read the bible for yourself and you might as well leave my blog now. I have no sympathy for your believes because you are either dumb or your God is. In either case I don't wish to placate to your idiocy. Maybe you think I am being too harsh here but let me quickly illustrate my point.

A quick and simple example as to why the bible can not be said to be 100% without error. It's so obvious and yet most people never catch it at all. What are Jesus's last words on the cross before he dies? Well let's see what the four gospels say on the matter:

Matthew 27:46 About the ninth hour Jesus cried out in a loud voice, "Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?"—which means, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?"

Mark 15:34 And at the ninth hour Jesus cried out in a loud voice, "Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?"—which means, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?"

So far so good, but let's see what the other two say.

Luke 23:46 Jesus called out with a loud voice, "Father, into your hands I commit my spirit." When he had said this, he breathed his last.

John 19:30 When he had received the drink, Jesus said, "It is finished." With that, he bowed his head and gave up his spirit.

So we have four accounts of Jesus's death on the cross and yet have three different accounts as to his last words. Why does this matter? It doesn't really except they can't all be true. It's only possible for a person to have one "last words" and yet the bible has Jesus having three. Therefore the bible is not 100% without error. And if God placed each of those words Himself, He is obviously an idiot.

This is just one example of how the different books of the bible don't always agree with each other. There are literally hundreds or thousands more examples. Whole books have been written to collect them all I think, but this one example should be enough to prove my point.

If you wish to prove yourself an idiot try to prove me wrong, but the facts are clearly on my side.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Nihil timeo

I have always liked the phrase "I fear nothing." I see two ways to interpret this phrase. Firstly you can take it has most people mean for it to say, "There is nothing that I am afraid of." That's boring and nothing but false bravado and/or stupidity on their part I feel. The other way in which you can take it to mean is, "I am afraid of the concept of nothing."

This second way is vastly more interesting to me. I mean the concept of nothing is pretty interesting to me. Just think about it. What is nothing? Try to imagine a box with nothing in it. No air, no light, no heat, no thoughts, no feelings, no emotion, not even the idea that there is an existence outside of the box, or the idea that there is even a box. The complete lack of anything and everything. Now I can see why some people might be afraid of that, but personally the idea intrigues me.

Something else that could not exist in that box of nothing is time or spatial dimensions. The idea of nothing existing, without time or matter or energy or consciousness or scale, it's almost to much for me to comprehend. It's from this point of nothing that almost all creation myths start, from ancient Egypt to modern science and its big bang. So does that mean even in this box of nothing there is potential for something? Can potential exist within nothing?

This just reminds me I wanted to do a post about Pandora's box. Maybe that will be next time.

Friday, September 11, 2009

From which stories are told

Okay so there is an apocryphal gospel called The Protevangelion in which the author claims to be James, the step brother of Jesus, and he writes about the birth and life of Mary leading up to the birth of Jesus. Now why do I mention any of this? Simple, the other day I was scanning through the radio stations and caught some program about it being Mary's birth and how she is the mother of all of us or some such. Now I'm not going to go into the story of this gospel much. I just want to state one thing from it. Chapter 7 describes how Mary and Joseph met and it states that she was twelve years old and he was "an old man."

Now as apocrypha its not part of the Christian canon and therefore not part of the official story, but it was what people of that time, and Wikipedia says that time was roughly 150AD, believed and accepted as true. So when exactly I wonder did the tradition become what is so often depicted around Christmas time of Joseph and Mary being the same age, of what roughly mid-twenties?

At one time I had the links for a Jewish story about the birth of Jesus that some one wrote to counter the Christian movement. In that story Miriam (that's Mary's real name for those who don't know) was raped by a Roman soldier before her marriage to Yosef (Joseph's real name) and gives birth to Yeshua (Jesus's real name, which everywhere else in the English bible gets translated to Joshua). Anyway they flee to Egypt and there Yeshua learns some Egyptian magic and they come back to Judea and he some how steals the Name of God which gives him power to preform all sorts of tricks and false miracles, etc. It is an anti-Christian story after all so he's portrayed as a bad guy.

What's the point of me bringing that up? Well mostly to show there are all sorts of stories out there and there really is no way for us to know what really happened. The victors get to write the history after all. And so that if there is anyone out there that knows this story they can point me back to it.

Many of the failed Christian believes are actually quite interesting. The ones that got declared heretical by what later became the Catholic Church. What most people fail to understand is that an organized church didn't just spring up after the resurrection. It took centuries before it become what exists today. In the beginning there were many competing ideas and believes all claiming to be the true teachings of Jesus.

And maybe some future post I'll will write about some of them. For now I'm tired and I feel I've probably already stirred up the hornets' nest enough for one day.

Thursday, September 10, 2009


OK, so I had something else in mind to talka bout tonight but on my drive home from work I heard a news story and now I can't remember what it was I was goign to say because I feel I need to comment on this.

OK, so apparently in a high school here in Iowa just a few weeks ago $100 came up missing from a students purse in her locker. First off what is she doing with $100 at school, I mean seriously. Anyway on to the really shocking part of this news story. A school administrator apparently suspected these five girls of having stolen the money and ordered them strip searched.

Since when do school officials think they get to see naked teenage girls for a theft investigation? Should that not have been a matter left to, I don't know, maybe the police? Oh and to top it all off, they didn't even find the money!!

I think something else that should be said is Students, if you are going to have some of value with you at school keep it on your person or lock it up! All lockers I have ever seen have the nifty little tabs with the holes in it that are the perfect size to fit a padlock through. I'm pretty sure they are put there for a reason.

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Try to learn something new

So for at least half of my life now I have tried to life by the idea that I should learn something new everyday. It doesn't have to be anything significant. Maybe it's just some new vocabulary, Maybe it's some new scientific theory that explains the universe. What ever it is the important thing is to try to learn something new, to never stop learning from the world around me. And with the infinite expanses of the Internet to be pulling information from it shouldn't be too hard to learn something new most days.

Today I was reading some articles about genetic evolution. One of the things I learned is that many people involved with researching human evolution are, for lack of a better word, afraid to think there might actually be genetic evolutionary differences between the "races" of humans beyond the obvious skin deep differences. And why are they afraid? Because it might hurt the feelings of people from ethnic groups that have historically been treated as inferior and supposed biologically scientific "facts" used to support said treatment.

I have heard for most of my life that Africans are better runners because they have an extra tendon in their ankles or some such thing. I have no idea if this is true or not and don't really care to look it up but if its true that would definitely seem to indicate some sort of genetic evolutionary change to set them aside from people that don't have that tendon. Does that make them superior or inferior in any way? Well at most it seems to make them superior runners.

So why are scientists afraid to study a subject just because it might hurt some feelings? Every new discovery has the potential to hurt some one's feelings. If we stopped all actions that might hurt some one's feelings we would never get anything done.

I say let scientists study whatever theories they want and when they come back with proof of one idea over another its the job of society as a whole to learn from it and interpret what that means for that society.

Friday, September 4, 2009


I saw something today where people were claiming health care is a right, not a privilege., and it got me thinking.
"Article 25.
(1) Everyone has the right to a standard of living adequate for the health and well-being of himself and of his family, including food, clothing, housing and medical care and necessary social services, and the right to security in the event of unemployment, sickness, disability, widowhood, old age or other lack of livelihood in circumstances beyond his control. "

And according to the UN they were right I guess. But the thing I don't see there is anything saying the federal government has to pay for you just because you are too lazy or incompetent to get a job that has health insurance benefits. Called me cold hearted if you want, but I went to college, and will be in debt for many years to come because of that, so that I could get a job that had health care benefits, among many other reasons.

And now I get to see the government take 25% of my earnings every pay check. And you know where that money is going? In part it's going to pay for people that are capable of working but are to lazy and just want government hand outs because that's easier. Yes, there are plenty of very deserving people on government programs, and I have nothing against those that are trying hard but need a little assistance. My problem is the large group of lazy people that have figured out ways to cheat the system so that they can sit back all day doing nothing and get a portion of my hard earned money.

So you have the right to get off the couch and educate yourself so that you can go out there and get a good job and start paying into the system so that your hard earned money can go to some lazy bum too.

(I was going to write a post about what exactly rights are but I still haven't figured it out myself so I guess that will have to wait. Look for it in the future.)

Thursday, September 3, 2009

A rare event I hope

OK, so I'm to tired to really think of anything exciting to write tonight so I am going to do something I don't plan on doing often. I'm going to open it up to Q&A or suggestions for further posts. So if any readers out there have a question for me or want to leave a suggestion for something to write about in the future leave me a comment. I can't promise any spectacular in response but I will see what I can do.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Couple new poems

Angel with devil wings

My angel with devil wings
Body of fire and bones of ice
Dance with me under the pale moonlight
Sing with me the howls of the night

Sweet angel of lust and pain
Tear apart my insides while I beg for more
Rot my soul to the core
My angel with devil wings

9/1/2009 NAO

Black Rain

When the black rain falls
And true night's chill descends
Does your soul fly free?
Does your broken heart mend?

Snows of heaven fall
Purity covering sin
What's a tormented man to do
With all the evils within?

9/1/2009 NAO

Wrote the first one last night as I was falling asleep. The other I wrote today before going in to work.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Soul Searching

Tiptoeing through the fall
Tulips full bloom in the trees
A gentle breeze sings your name
An angel Heaven-sent
To test my resolve
To crack under pressure
To go farther into the uncharted depths
Insanity the only sane option left
In this world of norms and rules
I stand alone, outside, unused
What is the purpose?
What is my pain?

Copyright ©2002 NAO

Just felt like sharing a poem for some reason. I'm trying and failing to remember what exactly I was writing about in this poem so you could view this as an interesting project of trying to decipher the hidden meanings and all that. Mostly I think it was just random words that got strung together though. That's how most of my poetry works after all.