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“What ten words do you, to humanity, bequeath?” An intriguing question;

the inception to an alchemical introspection and … transformation.

That question, posed to Arthur (Art) Everman, post 9-11, was asked of Art,

by a faceless one.  “Who”, asked Art, “are you?” “Your counterpart” …

… he replied … cryptically . “More specifically, I am, Art, Penemue,  a fallen

angel.” 400 (200 princes and 200 followers), fathered … the Nephilim.

Nephilim (the giant men of renown in Genesis) were fathered by the fallen.

All but three of the 400 are in chains a-waiting the Day of Judgment.

The chained are the fallen angels who married and commenced in unions

with human women, and who taught … knowledge … forbidden.

The unchained three remain unchained because they married and fathered

not, Nephilim and because what they taught (wo)men, to Him, answered.

To wit, while 397 of the fallen, lusted after, married, and procreated Nephilim,

three, albeit fallen, revealed knowledge … not forbidden.



SOS (Saving Our Ships)

Now, within but two weeks, four stents later, a metaphysical heart ponders modifications

of behavior; his own; and that of homo … sapiens.

Both, are no-brainers. Art’s heart, ravaged by more than six score years, imminently

threatens a soul … to clock out … near immediately.

Mother Earth’s heart too, like Art’s, has been broken, countless times; inexorably,

ends come for Art and Earth … sooner than … need be.

Ends come for Art and Earth sooner than need be; for mankind, ever seeking

transformation, is at climactic, forks in the road … climaxing.

Indeed there are, in space-time, forks in the road; in individual lives and in our

collective humanity; moments when, courses, we may alter.

Behavior modification; a proven commodity; and, if it works so well in

individuals; maybe it’ll be even better for we fractious … nations.

Behavior mod; worth trying because conflict on Earth is essentially, common

domestic violence. Just separate the parties … for resolution.

Four stents later, a physical heart’s life is extended; all perhaps for naught

should homo sapiens not save spaceship Earth … as it aught.